7 comments/ 116226 views/ 24 favorites The New Neighbours Ch. 01 By: steviet Diana and I had been happily married for 10 years and we have an amazing daughter aged six. Tara is our pride and joy and we have been trying for a long time for another but with no success. Our sex life, like that of many other married couples with children, had faded and we had recently decided to try and put some spice back into it by taking our favourite fantasy to the next level. I had always wanted Diana to sleep with other men and she was loved to talk about it during sex but it never made it passed the stage of pillow talk, until they moved in. Diana is a keen runner, starting everyday work day with at least 5km before breakfast. She is in awesome shape for the mother of a school aged child and still looks phenomenal in her bikini on our annual holidays, always turning heads. Her tanned skin and straight black hair give her a very exotic Mediterranean look that is very unusual in our part of the world. I know I'm the envy of most men and that she could have any man she wanted, sometimes I think that's why I'm so desperate to see her with other men. "I just met the new neighbours." Diana said excitedly me as she made her way up the stairs carrying some of our daughter's clothes she had just bought in off the line. "What are they like?" I asked wondering why she seemed so pleased. "They're 2 young guys from the local basketball team, apparently they finished University last year and have signed with the club as rookies. They were in the pool while I was getting the clothes in, they seem really nice. In fact they invited us over for a barbeque and a swim later on tonight." She stated with the smile still on her face. "Well they must be pretty damn hot! You're smiling like a Cheshire cat and I bet your nipples are hard." I teased as she pulled the bundle of clothes closer to her chest. "NO! They're just nice guys!" My normally shy wife blushed as she denied there attractiveness. "Well I guess I will get a chance to see for myself tonight." I said as I walked past trying not to look too smug. At about 6 o'clock the 3 of us made our way over to meet the new neighbours, armed with some drinks and some meat. Diana was wearing a pretty but very conservative knee length summer dress with short sleeves. I think she thought this might distract me from the fact that she was wearing her favourite and smallest bikini underneath, she had also spent an unusually long time in the shower while getting ready. I had a sneaking suspicion that Dianna found one of the boys really attractive and was dressing for his benefit. I knocked on the door and it was soon opened by an enormous African American guy, he was at least 6'7" and introduced himself as Toby. He had a very athletic build and was super lean, he looked amazing in just his board shorts. I hadn't even considered the fact that he would black or American, I didn't even know that foreign players were playing in our small basketball league. He walked us out the back to the deck area and introduced us to his flatmate, Aaron, who was busy trying to get the barbeque started. They were mirror images of each other, with Aaron being only an inch or two shorter and carrying a bit more muscle. I gave Aaron a hand with the barbeque while Diana and Toby went into the kitchen to get everything else ready. I discovered that the boys had taken the chance to play over here as kind of working holiday before hopefully getting into the major leagues back in America at the end of the season. Eventually the five of us sat down to a great dinner and the conversation flowed as we sank a few drinks. The boys were really great hosts and made us feel at home in their new house, they were also really great with our daughter, including her in the conversation and taking time out to play with her before dinner. She took an instant liking to the two giants as she called them. Once the food was finished Toby suggested we take a swim while he and Aaron packed up the dishes. Diana quickly agreed and jumped out of her chair and made her way over to the pool. Tara wanted to try and help her new giant friends and the boys accepted the offer as they all made their way inside. "Now I know why you were smiling all after noon. You haven't been able to take your eyes off the both of them all night." I teased Diana as I approached her near the pool. "So? There both good looking guys, but I'm a married woman." she stated. "Well you know I want you to fuck other guys". I said as I watched my wife start nervously fidgeting with her dress. "But there are two of them and they're black. We never talked about that." She said with out looking up. "Baby you're obviously very attracted to these guys, and they have both been staring at you all night so I know the feeling is mutual. I want you to do whatever makes you happy and it doesn't bother me that they are black or that there are two of them." "Are you sure? I mean really sure you could handle me having sex with these guys? There going to be our neighbours for a whole year, we will see them every day." My wife asked me while staring into my eyes. I couldn't believe my shy wife of 10 years was asking to turn my fantasy into a reality, with not one, but two men. I was scared and also so very excited, but I knew what I was going to say. "I love you baby and I have wanted this for a long time. I want you to do it if you want to, I really do." At that moment the three of them emerged from the kitchen and came over to the pool. Tara looked tired after such a late dinner and I announced that I would take her home and put her to sleep, having to go to work early tomorrow myself. Toby and Aaron were both surprised, but quickly relaxed when I told Diana she could stay and cool down. Tara didn't complain at all and both said good night and left, I flashed Diana a quick wink on my way out and she winked back. Thankfully it didn't take long for Tara to fall asleep and as soon as she was out I was climbing the ladder to the loft were there was a small window which I hoped over looked the boy's backyard and pool. The boys yard as very secluded with none of the neighbours properties over looking it, god I hoped I would be able to see what went on. When I got to the window it was better than I could have hoped for, the bottom half of the window opened, not only would I be able to see what happened but I would be able to hear as well. My erection was already thumping in my pants. I could see that Diana had dropped her dress and was now sitting neck deep in the water while both the boys sat on the edge facing her. Diana looked amazing with her long black hair now slicked down from the water and her tiny bikini, I wondered how long before these boys got their hands on her. Diana was talking about how she wished she had a pool, how she had had one as a child and how much fun it had been. "What sort of fun?" Toby enquired with his thick New York accent. "Oh you know, playing Marco Polo and stuff." "Damn I haven't played that in years." Aaron replied. "Same here." Said Toby "Well let's play now!" Diana said excitedly. "O.K." The boys replied in unison realising this could be there chance to get their hands on my wife. "I'll start." Said Toby, taking up the initiative. I could see the beaming smile on Diana's face as they began. She dived under swam to the far side of the pool as Aaron dived in and swam toward the rock waterfall that was the top end of the pool. Soon Toby began to move around the pool, chasing Diana's voice. Diana slowly made her way underwater to the recessed step area, and Toby soon began to follow, she made a token effort to be silent as he approached. Toby was clearly cheating by peaking as he swam slowly towards her and as he reached for her Diana grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the step next to her. "You were peaking!" She yelled as she tried to push him down under the water. Toby easily picked her up, clear out of the water, with both of his hands around her tiny waste and rolled her over into the water. My squealing wife came crashing down into the water clad only in her skimpy pink string bikini which surprisingly stayed on. Toby and Diana play wrestled for a while and she managed to wrap her legs around Toby's torso. As Toby stood up, Diana pulled herself up with him clinging to his chest and her arms around his neck. When she was fully out of the water on the chest of the huge black basketballer she finally made her move and kissed him. I saw Toby's hands instantly come up and grab Diana's ass and begin caressing her as they kissed passionately. Diana finally broke the kiss and turned to Aaron who was watching anxiously from the other side of the pool. "Well are you going to join us?" She enquired. Aaron almost ran over to them as Diana turned and resumed kissing her new lover, rubbing her tiny hands all over his huge muscular back. Diana was soon sandwiched between the two black studs with Aaron kissing her neck and reaching around to fondle her breasts while she continued to French kiss Toby. I couldn't believe how turned on I was witnessing my wife give herself to these two men she had met only earlier in the day, and it more than overwhelmed the amount of self disgust I felt as I watched on like a peeping Tom. My erection was painfully hard and I set about trying to relieve it as peered down at my stunning wife and her soon to be lovers out the small window in my cramped attic. "What about your husband?" Toby enquired as Diana twisted in his grip so as to get her first turn of kissing the slightly more muscular Aaron. "He doesn't care, that's why he went home." Diana explained as she took her first taste of Aaron. "Damn, and we were disappointed when you turned up with a husband." Laughed Toby as he lifted Diana from the pool and impressively placed her, standing, on the pool edge. I couldn't believe how stunning my wife looked, as she stood before the two men that were dying to fuck her. Her tiny little pink bikini looked amazing against her olive skin, highlighting her stunning athletic figure, her long black hair shiny from the water. I could only imagine how savage a fucking they intended to give my wife, and I couldn't wait to see. Both the boys climbed out together and followed Diana as she made her way over to a pile of large outdoor cushions that were next to the pool. She then bent at the waist, giving the boys an excellent view of what she was offering them, and sprawled out on her back in the middle of the cushions. The boys lay down on each side of her and began to rub their hands over her still wet body as she grabbed both of their crotches. "Oh my god!!" I heard my wife shout when she realised the size of the two men's appendages. "What?" Toby asked with concern. "You're both so big!" Toby had started undoing Diana's bikini top and Aaron was working on the side strings of her bikini bottoms. "Well I'm definitely not going to be the only naked one." As Diana stood her now untied bikini fell away exposing her neatly trimmed pussy, now I know understood why she had taken so long in the shower, she really been thinking about this. She pulled Aaron up and began to take down his trunks freeing the biggest penis both of us had ever seen. Toby was busy getting his own trunks off and Diana wasted no time in grabbing both of the huge black cocks in her little hands. I was in heaven as I watched my wife drop to her knees and get her first taste of black cock. Diana alternated licking each of the huge cocks as the boys stood shoulder to shoulder in front of her, I could see her mouth strain to take in the head of Aaron's huge cock while she pumped Toby's. "You ever done this before?" Aaron enquired. Diana looked up at Aaron and shook her head while she continued forcing more of his meat down her throat. "Well you're fucking amazing at it!" He replied as Toby lay down next to her. Diana saw the black stud lying next to her, his massive erection pointing skyward and immediately let go of Aaron's cock as she turned and eagerly climbed onto Toby's chest. I watched as my wife slowly rubbed her now engorged pussy lips up and down the ebony monster lubricating it with her free flowing juices. "I don't know if I'll get it all in." Diana said looking down at her new lover as she slowly lowered herself onto the biggest cock she was ever likely to encounter. "But I'm sure going to try!" She squealed as she let the first half of the black monster invade her. Diana began to grunt like I have never herd her as she bounced savagely up and down on the huge love pole, she looked like a woman possessed as she began to force more of it inside her with each bounce. It was without a doubt the most erotic sight of my life seeing her impaled on that huge black pole, groaning like a wounded animal. "God damn, I ain't never seen anyone take it that fast!" Aaron exclaimed as he watched my wife take the entire length of his friend's giant cock. "Well I guess they've never wanted it as bad." Diana stated as she reached for Aaron's engorged monster and wrapped her lips around the purple head. Aaron grabbed a handful of Dianna's hair and I could hear her begin to choke as he forced at least half of his length down her throat. Toby decided to not give her any rest while his friend skull fucked her and lifted her up and down on his pole, his huge black hands encircling her tiny waist. I heard her scream, even with Aaron's huge cock stuffing her mouth, as her orgasm over came her. As I watched the boy's pound away at both ends of my wife for what seemed like hours, I stroked myself to the biggest orgasm of my life in my tiny little cramped attic. Aaron must have had a similar idea as he grabbed Diana by the back of the head and stiffened as he began shooting his load into my wife's mouth, she had never been a huge fan of swallowing but she was not going to get any choice this time as he clamped her over his throbbing cock and pumped straight down her throat. When he finally pulled out of her mouth I could see that he had forced his entire length down her throat and she loved it, grinning from ear to ear and licking her lips. Toby now had her all to himself and was not going to let the opportunity pass, quickly lifting Diana off his cock, positioning her on her knees, bent over the deck chair. "Put it back in!" Diana demanded. "Don't worry, your gunna get all the cock you need gorgeous." Toby replied as he slammed his full length into my wife making her scream. He continued to slam his cock into her so hard that I could hear the slap of his thighs against hers even from my vantage point. "oh... god....yes.... fuck.... MEEEEE!!" Diana roared as she came, clearly not bothered who else in the neighbourhood could hear her joy. Diana must have sensed Toby's approaching orgasm and began to urge him on. "Cum in me. I want to feel you shoot inside me." Diana urged as she looked back over her shoulder at her new lover with lust in her eyes. With that encouragement Toby grabbed Diana's hips and buried himself up to the hilt as he exploded inside her tight white pussy. I could hear Diana moan as each spurt of his seed sprayed her insides, she was begging him to never stop as she reached around and pulled him even deeper inside her. "Let's head somewhere more comfortable, I don't have to be home any time soon." Diana suggested as she grabbed both boys cocks and led them indoors. I was gutted that the most erotic show I had ever hoped to witness had ended, but thankful I had seen this much. Plus I knew that Diana would really enjoy a private night with these two hot studs, I doubted she would ever be the same again. So I tried my best to clean up my mess and retired to bed nursing yet another erection as I waited. The New Neighbours Ch. 01 For Alan and Joanne it was the next big step. They had married at twenty six after saving for three years, now two years later they were moving into their very first purchased home, on top of that Joanne was six months pregnant. The original idea was to get the family home then try for a baby, unfortunately for them nature beat them to the post. They both stood on the drive to their new semi-detached home while four removal men shuffled back and forth with what little belongings the couple had. "I thought we had more stuff than that?" Alan said tapping one finger against his lips. Joanne shrugged, her red hair bouncing on her shoulders as she did so. "I told you last week we will be rattling around in this place for a few months before we can even afford to start filling it up." They were mortgaged to the hilt, what little money they had spare was already being spent on items for the baby, including cots, pushchairs, clothes the cost was mounting each month. On top of that Alan was formulating a list of jobs that were needed, these jobs consisted of repairs and replacements of different fixtures in the house. Joanne frowned, her blue eyes losing the gleam of the warm spring day as an old niggling thought came back, "We did the right thing, didn't we." Alan was not too sure if Joanne had asked him a question or rather had made a statement to herself out loud, he reached over and gave her a gentle hug with one arm anyway, "We did the right thing." He said then repeated himself putting more certainty into his voice. They stood for a few minutes longer then turned and headed to their car where more of their belonging's sat awaiting their new home. Alan opened the side doors and went round one side while Joanne reached into the first door, even though Alan had tried to talk her out of it Joanne refused not to help. She grabbed a suitcase and began to jiggle it about, loosening it from underneath a heavier box. "Nice show, but you might want to save it until later?" Alan said. Joanne looked up still jiggling the wedged suitcase, "what on earth are you on about?" she asked. Alan pointed with his chin to her chest. From where he stood he had a good view of her pregnancy enlarged breasts. Joanne had an old blue check shirt on, it was a few years old and because of the baby growing daily in her womb and the onset of mommy breasts, the shirt no longer fastened up comfortably, which meant her white vest was exposed, her now expanded breasts shimmed and wobbled back and forth much to Alan's delight as she now tried to pry the suitcase loose "You think either of us will have energy tonight?" Alan shrugged, "Hey never say never." He lugged the box full of plates from his side of the car and started to carry them up the driveway, he did not fail to notice one of the delivery drivers taking a long glance of Joanne's backside as she fought to get the suitcase out. A delighted scream of yes followed by the sound of a suitcase hitting the pavement, Alan turned to see Joanne wheeling the suitcase up behind him, "I think the delivery guys have the hots for you." Joanne shrugged, "Want me to see what I can do to get a bit of a discount on our move?" She joked as she moved past Alan. She had never been with another man, only Alan, she knew guys looked at her and checked her out; it was only human nature as far as she was concerned. They could look but they could never touch. "Good morning!" A voice called not too far away, both Alan and Joanne turned to see an elderly gentleman standing the other side of the evergreen hedge that separated their garden from the neighbours. "If you need a hand just let me know." Alan walked over, the plates in the box rattling as he went, Joanne got to the hedge first and Alan had to smile at the way the old man gawped at his wife. 'Widow no doubt and lonely' Alan thought to himself. Alan had assumed the man was elderly by the grey hair, but up close he seemed a bit spryer, certainly in his sixties but only just. "Hi I'm Alan," he said moving the box into one arm for a moment so that they could shake. The man's grip was firm and hot, the skin felt rough as no doubt Alan's did to this man too. Both clearly had background in manual labour. "This is my wife Joanne." The man took Joanne's offered hand and gave it a softer shake. The smile was genuine as was the way he spoke, he was clearly interested in the couple "Keith, and pleased to meet the two of you, I'm afraid my wife is out at her friends right now she would have loved to have met you." He let go of Joanne's hand as he spoke, a quick glance at the cleavage on display followed before he turned and met Alan's stare. The man wore an old white T-shirt, and Alan could tell that the man once had a pretty good physique, yet the onset of time had smudged the toned arms and added a bit more weight to the man's stomach. "Nice to meet you Keith, once we are settled in you should come around and bring the wife," Alan said as nicely as possible, he did not like the old guy perving over his wife he hoped by mentioning Keith's own wife that perhaps the man would know best to stay away. Keith nodded, "Oh you can count on it, you have to try and stop my Wendy from coming around." Keith absently looked at his open front door, "Anyway house work to do, do not want her to think I have been watching westerns all morning." And with a wink Keith walked off. "What was that about?" Joanne said in a whisper as they headed off again. Alan looked at her puzzled, "You know what I meant, that tone you used, he's a lovely old man do not piss off our neighbours okay?" By late afternoon and with the sun descending the delivery truck pulled away leaving Alan and Joanne to rattle about in their new house. They were both shattered, Alan found his mind wandering as he stared off into space only for him to start suddenly and come back. Joanne had lost her checked shirt somewhere in the move, her pristine white vest had ridden up over her swollen belly and blotches of dirt and dust mottled the fabric. Alan watched, smiling to himself as she busied herself in the kitchen, the bed had been built already and the settee was in the right room atleast, they had a bottle of wine ready but had somehow waylaid the bottle opener which Joanne was now searching for. He felt his longing for her even in his tired state! She had looked at him a few times throughout the day, a lopsided smile on her full lipstick free lips, her blue eyes half closed that told him she was thinking of him too. "You were right I think I might be too tired for sex." Alan said, he gave in and dropped down onto the settee. Joanne walked in bottle and bottle opener in one hand and two mugs in the other, "I told you," she said in a sing song voice as she walked over to him, "Such a pity as I could have done with a good pounding after all that." She said joining him on the couch. Dirty talk was never her thing and even saying 'pounding' sounded daft to her own ears Alan gave a cough of a laugh in response. She handed the bottle and opener to Alan and left him to fiddle around. He poured two mugs, one with a small amount of wine the other, for himself almost to the top. "Here's to new beginnings." She said and their mugs clinked together. It was another three days before either Joanne or Alan met Keith's wife Wendy. Joanne had gone out into the back garden to hang some washing, when a woman with dusky blonde hair, a dye job Joanne had no doubt but a bloody good one, cut in a shoulder length bob appeared in the garden next door, "You must be Joanne," the lady said and rushed over to the waist high fence, Joanne met her and they shook hands, "Keith told me he had met you both, trust me to be out." "That's okay we've been meaning to come over and say hello, but..." Joanne said and shrugged tipping her head towards the house, "every box we unpack we find two more." Wendy laughed good naturedly pushing her glasses up her nose as she did so, "It seems like it is never ending doesn't it. Before I forget I have something for the two of you, a bunch of flowers and some chocolates, why don't you come and get them." A small gate separated the gardens near the back doors and Joanne popped through feeling a little odd being in someone else's garden that she did not really know. "Have you been married long?" Wendy asked as they walked the few steps to the back door, Joanne was six feet and Wendy came close to her shoulders, her breasts were double the size of Joanne's though and she caught herself wondering just how much wiring the bra had to hold them up so high. "Two years now," she replied as they stepped into the kitchen, it surprised Joanne at how modern the kitchen was, very sleek lines, chrome handles the Range cooker was huge and clearly expensive, Joanne felt a twinge of jealousy, she doubted she would ever have enough money for one of those, "What a lovely kitchen." "Keith hates feeling old, so everything gets an update. You should try our mattress its memory foam," Wendy said as she placed a beautiful bouquet of yellow and red flowers on the counter, she turned back around and opened a cupboard and reached in, "I can hardly climb out of it once Keith has had his way with me." Joanne's mouth dropped open, her eyes going wide with surprise; she managed to regain some composure by the time Wendy had turned back round. She decided it was best to ignore the last statement, "What lovely flowers, you shouldn't have." "For a flower like you they hardly compare." Keith said coming in from the hallway, he wore a short sleeve shirt in a light blue with only the top button undone. He smiled at Joanne, "I thought we would never see you again," he walked round to Wendy and they kissed on the lips soft and delicate. It warmed Joanne's heart to see such affection and hoped her and Alan would be the same when they were that age. "Well you should be seeing more of us soon, only a few hundred more boxes to unpack." Joanne joked. Keith smiled at her, his eyes lingering on her and Joanne felt a twinge of uncertainty, she had a long summer dress on, the weather was not quite warm enough, but today she felt particularly heavy and wanted to hide away as best she could, the summer dress fit that bill perfectly the way Keith had quickly glanced at her and took her in head from toe made her feel even fatter. "Stop starring," Wendy said and gave Keith a thump on his arm, "Ignore him, he always makes out he's hard done by, poor old elderly man." Keith snorted a laugh, "I am fifty eight not even close to being an elderly man." Joanne smiled back, wishing she was closer to the back door and freedom. Her mind whirled with excuses and just as she was about to deliver one Keith got in first, "Anyway what did I tell you, lovely girl and lovely figure." Her ankles were already swelling and she needed a sit down, having Keith call her lovely was sweet but so far off the mark she felt. Wendy sighed and rolled her eyes, she looked over at Joanne as if this was the way Keith always spoke. Wendy pulled her glasses away from her eyes and squinted before slowly putting them back on, "Well yes of course she is," she gave Joanne a wink, "but her boobs don't beat mine." It was as if she wasn't there, the conversation was totally inadequate, "Well of course not, three children all breast fed, of course yours are going to take some beating," Keith began, "But you didn't see her that day, very impressive." Joanne's mouth hung loose, she could not believe what she was hearing. Wendy tutted, "I'm surprised you did not try and grab a feel of them while you were at it." "Well I would have if I had half the chance." "Well now's your chance, I'm sure Joanne doesn't mind." Before Joanne could reply, Keith was around the counter and behind her, she took in a belated breath, realising she had not been breathing, the words rushed into her mouth to object as Keith's hands came round and cupped her breasts. The words fell away at his touch. Her heart skipped at the warmth of his hands through the dress and the bra that held her breasts from beneath. Keith cupped and lifted them slightly, his hands let them rest as if he were weighing each one, he gave an appreciative noise then his hands moved upwards to cover her swollen mounds squeezing them gently, "Oh yes those are quite nice." Keith said, his voice sounding dry, he was close behind her enough to feel the bulge in his trousers forming. Joanne looked at Wendy, expecting to see a shocked look on the older woman's face, instead Wendy watched with interest as her husband groped another woman, "finished dear." She said shaking her head. The hands fell away, "you are such a spoil sport," his hands rested on Joanne's shoulders, "Alan is a very lucky man." "Thank you," Joanne said the words clunky in her mouth and totally the opposite of what she had wanted to say. Keith moved away and Wendy offered the flowers and Chocolate to her a friendly smile on her face as if nothing unusual had happened. "Thank you," she said again looking at both of them before turning and walking on numb legs back to her house. Joanne closed the back door behind her, the sound loud in the empty house she had walked a few steps before turning around while slipping the box of chocolates under one arm and with her hand now free turned the key in the door, locking it. She pulled at the handle, the door rattling but refusing to open. She was still trying to comprehend what had happened only a few minutes ago. The elderly couple were perverts, was that right? It made her brow furrow just thinking about it. Wendy had watched with some amusement and what Joanne was now realising was perhaps a little bit of arousal at the way her husband had groped Joanne in front of her. Arousal! That word oddly lingered in her thoughts. Joanne put the flowers and box of chocolates on the dining table moving through the house and heading upstairs. Joanne's heart was still beating fast, her legs tingled as if she had pins and needles, and her nipples, God did they hurt. She needed a wee and pulled her knickers down as she sat down on the toilet. She sat there waiting for the distinct sound, only her bladder was empty. Joanne stood and took hold of her knickers as she lifted them she noticed that the gusset was damp, 'oh no did I wet myself back there?' the sudden horror of peeing herself overtook the groping for a moment, until Joanne realised that her knickers were not damp with urine, she reached between her legs and gave a gasp as she found her labia sticky and her clitoris engorged. Joanne was confused, she was aroused but how? She had been utterly shocked and disgusted by the way Keith had groped her...only that was not true was it. Joanne finished pulling up her knickers and looked at herself in the cracked bathroom mirror, just one more job on Alan's list to replace. Joanne had been shocked that was without doubt, but disgusted, no she had not felt that way. Her common sense was trying to fill in blanks, telling her what emotions she knew she must have felt with the situation, but they jarred with what she actually felt. Keith had reached round and had cupped her breasts, in the mirror the situation played out, Joanne's heart sped up her mouth a little dry and her stomach quivering, she absently rubbed her pregnant belly. It was like watching it in slow motion, his warm hands holding her breasts a gentle squeeze of his thumbs as they took the weight. Then letting go, moving upwards squashing them in his grasp, a grasp not quite big enough to take them all. Joanne let out a moan, the hand on her belly had slipped low and had found its way between her legs, she rubbed at her pussy through her knickers, the gusset taking most of the beating. She was on fire down there at the memory of Keith groping her, taking her breasts...no taking her tits in his hands. With her free hand Joanne hastily popped the buttons on her summer dress, her white bra cladded breasts becoming exposed, she reached behind and undid the metal clasps, her breasts sagging slightly as they became free and she lifted one out over the bra cup. Her areola was a pink puckered circle in the centre one thick pink nipple stood erect. Joanne stared at her exposed tit in the mirror, her one arm moved slowly as she played with herself through her sodden knickers, her red hair was a tussled mess that made her look half way between mad and lustful. Her free hand cupped her heavy tit lifting it up the way Keith would have. Her thumb and fore finger found the hard nub of flesh and squeezed gently a buzz of electricity radiated out. Joanne swallowed hard then with a trembling voice said, "Squeeze my nipple Keith." She had no idea where that had come from. Her body did not feel like its own her thumb and fore finger closed once more, pinching her engorged nipple harder. "Ahh, ahhh" Joanne gasped out, her palm pressed hard against her clitoris causing a fire to bloom outwards matching the buzz that radiated from her nipple, she could not mask her orgasm "fuck!" she cried out, her body flopping against the tiled wall stopping her falling in a heap to the cold floor. Her hand cupped her sex, afraid to move it in case it started an aftershock, she could feel how damp her knickers were, the gusset a warm mess on her trembling fingers in her mind she could see the light red fabric now blossoming with a dark stain. Joanne was breathless, she felt dirty, embarrassed but also alive, the guilt ebbed and flowed, she knew Alan would not understand she only hoped he would never find out. Alan knew his dislike for Keith was irrational he was a man of flesh and blood and nothing more of course he was going to check Joanne out. Alan was just the same, yes he was married but that did not mean his eyes had stopped working or that every female on the planet stopped looking attractive. Alan looked but never touched, and Keith no doubt abided by the same rules...at least Alan hoped so, but there was still something so blatant about the way he had stared. Alan had helped around the house the best he could, but after three days he had no choice but to go back to work, money was being spent quickly, the account was shockingly low and the list of repairs required in the house was growing and that was not including their main job of getting the nursery ready for their new arrival. So that morning off he went, kissing Joanne goodbye at the door, her bedhead hair sticking out and curling in odd forms around her face and over her shoulders. Her night shirt showed off her still shapely legs and the cool morning air had made her nipples two hard points in the cotton material, he had left with a spring in his step. He began work at seven and it was only when one of the other contractors on site called to him that Alan realised he had been working five hours straight without a break, his mind had wandered but his muscle memory had done their job, or atleast he hoped. As an electrician Alan was expected to do a job worthy of a high survival rate. He ate a lunch of sandwiches that he had prepared the night before, he sent a quick text to Joanne as he bit into the sandwich savouring the pickle that made his taste buds explode. Joanne replied just as Alan finished his sandwich, her reply was short and prompt, everything was okay and she was still cleaning the kitchen. Alan returned to work, the wiring in the next room was almost complete the lighting fixtures and switches needed to be put in place once done he would move to bedroom number three a total re-wire room that he knew would take him the rest of the afternoon. Alan dropped to his padded knees and began to unbox a truly hideous and cheap looking chrome ceiling light. As he went about his work, he picked up a tune and whistled it the best he could, his mood had lightened with a simple text from Joanne and he was looking forward to getting home that evening. The New Neighbours Ch. 01 When Alan finally got through the front door of their new home, he still found his stomach flip flopped at calling it that, Joanne was already walking down the hallway to meet him, a goofy smile stretched her full lips and she was almost skipping as she approached. Her arms were around his neck before Alan had time to take the keys out of the front door, her kiss was deep and wet and Alan gave in to her willingly. Alan's arms wrapped around Joanne pulling her closer still, the baby bump pushing against him as Joanne's own hands travelled down his back and finding his denim clad backside she gave his toned cheeks an appreciative squeeze, his own hands finding her backside moments later and responded in kind. "Come on you, upstairs." Joanne said breaking the kiss finally. She turned on bare feet and headed up the stairs, pulling at the buttons on her dress as she went, she slipped her arm out of one armlet letting Alan see her bare shoulder and letting him know that she was braless. "What's gotten into you?" Alan asked following hotly behind, when Joanne had slipped the dress down one shoulder he could not but help but smile at seeing that Joanne was braless, he knew her now larger breasts would be loose and soon in his hands and mouth. Joanne looked over her freckled shoulder, one hand holding onto the bannister. She stopped walking up and Alan stopped a few steps down. She gave Alan a wink then said, "Remember all those stories you read about pregnant women becoming super horny?" with her free hand she pulled down her summer dress the rest of the way, letting it crumple at her feet. Her naked rear was now exposed to Alan and she shook it, teasing him. Alan bounded up the last few steps, catching Joanne off guard with his speed, his hands went round her his fingers entwining over her bulging stomach and he kissed her bare neck then shoulders. His cock strained at his jeans and he pushed it against Joanne's naked backside, she ground back appreciating the effect her nakedness had had on him. Joanne had been in a heightened state of sexual desire for the whole afternoon, by the time she had finally left the bathroom she had gingerly made her way downstairs, even that had been fraught with unexpected repercussions. Her clitoris still buzzed and each step gave a little bit of pressure and made her legs tingle. She had never felt like this before, she knew deep down it was not really Keith, well perhaps a little bit, but both she and Alan had read up on pregnancy and the oddity of hormones wreaking havoc on a woman's libido. This she had now decided was the reason she was this way, what other reason could it be other than that. Her body had decided today of all days would be the day that it would release the horny hormone just to make Joanne's day a bit more interesting. She had collapsed on the bottom step, breathing deep and shallow, her body tingling for her to touch it. She refused to, refused to give into the urges and remained sitting for ten minutes before she finally felt close to normal to continue with her day. She had masturbated twice more, once was in the kitchen she had placed one leg on a dining chair the other on the ground, her dress hiked up about her hips as she fingered herself to another orgasm. The second had happened only half an hour before Alan had come home, she had sat on the settee and used the television remote, shoving it as deep as she felt safe while her other hand alternated between clitoris and nipples. Both times she had imagined terrible things, Keith groping her, licking her tits, rubbing his unknown cock over them and cumming. "I have been thinking of you all day," Joanne said breathlessly, the words flowing freely, her heightened state removing her inhibitions, "I got so worked up I had to masturbate," Alan groaned as he bit her shoulder, "Three times baby and I still need you." Alan's hands unlaced and travelled upwards finding Joanne's swollen breasts her nipples already thick and hard as the palms of his hands pressed firmly onto them, his fingers digging into the soft flesh squeezing her luscious, pale globes of flesh. Joanne reached up taking one of his hands and guided it between her legs, Alan moaned out as he felt how wet Joanne already was, her labia swollen and parted, he easily slipped two fingers inside her. "Fuck it!" he gasped and with a little bit of disappointment he let go of her tit and her wet sex and fumbled with his jean's ripping the buttons from their eyelets and letting his raging hard on loose. Joanne gripped the bannister in one hand the other pushed hard against the wall as Alan took hold of her backside with one hand and kicked her legs apart. He made no ceremony of what he was about to do, he simply guided his cock to her waiting hole and plunged as deep as he could. My God she was hot inside, his cock thrust back and forth quickly, giving no time to gentle love making. Joanne gasped with each deep fast thrust into her as she bent over on the stairs her husband filling her with his cock, fucking her as hard as he could both hands squeezing her hanging and swinging tits as his cock squelched in and out of her, "Have to stop, leg cramp!" Joanne said breathlessly as her right leg suddenly became an agonising stump. Alan either did not hear her or did not care as he continued on his way. Joanne gritted her teeth then finally pushed forward as she stood up, Alan's cock leaving her with a loud SSLURP! As she did. "Cramp!" she gasped through gritted teeth and flexing her ankle back and forth her toes curled into a tight agonising ball. As the knot and pain lessened, she motioned for Alan to follow the rest of the way up the stairs. Once on the landing she took his hand and she led him straight to the bedroom. Alan's hands were all over her again, stroking, massaging and squeezing. His cock pressed against her backside leaving a sticky trail of their juices. Joanne turned and took Alan by the hand she guided him, then pushed him down on the bed, it was only then that she noticed that his jeans and pants were still around his ankles, his work boots poking out beneath that. Alan watched with unbridled excitement as his wife straddled him, her pussy sticking to his belly as she sat down, he reached up cupping her tits, more gently this time, his enthusiasm from earlier had made red marks across her pale breasts. He squeezed her nipples with thumb and forefinger then stroked her areola his circular motion expanding to take in as much white and splodges of red flesh that they could. Joanne rotated her hips grinding on his hairy belly, her breathing slow and deep a muted moan would escape on a different breath. "So wet for you Alan, you should see the mess I have made." Joanna moved up his body, Alan's hands fell to her hips then as she reached his shoulders he awkwardly slipped them beneath her as he did so she lifted up and moved directly over his face. Alan had never seen Joanne's pussy so aroused; her labia were glistening engorged folds of flesh. He wondered for a moment just exactly what she had been up to, but that thought slipped free and disappeared as she lowered her sticky mess onto his face. Joanna let out a loud moan and swore profusely as Alan's tongue travelled between her meaty lips and came to rest on her clitoris. She gave no consideration to Alan's ability to breathe as she ground down on his face, moving from side to side smearing her juices over his mouth, nose and chin. Alan could not get enough, he drank her in as much as he could, his tongue alternating from her wet hole to her clitoris, her juices seemed to be leaking from her at an alarming rate her smell was driving him insane, he wanted to fuck her and continue to tongue her all at the same time. Joanne pinched and pulled at her tits, her pale freckled skin a blotchy red mess. Her nipples were hard and sore and even the slightest rub from her palms sent her gasping, moaning and grinding even more. Her fourth orgasm that day detonated she arched her back, hands clasped under her breasts Alan lost beneath her pregnant belly. She could not bite back the sounds that emanated from her mouth, she gasped and moaned out loudly as she ground down on her husband's tongue. Alan's hands took hold of her hips and pushed her down from his face, he took in lungful's of air his face and five O'clock shadow a sticky mess. He moved himself so that he was sitting up with Joanne straddling his lap his cock slipped easily into her now, her sex was a mass void of hot vicious liquid. He buried his face into her cleavage, her skin smelt of sweat and a hint of perfume, the globes of flesh hot against his cheeks as he bucked his hips driving his cock deep into Joanne. Alan moved his head lifting it slightly and moved it over one hard nipple. He suckled as Joanne met his thrusts, His suckling brought on a louder moan from Joanne which in turn spurred his own thrusting to a new level, "Oh, Fuck, coming again!" Joanne almost shouted out. Alan stopped thrusting letting Joanne control the motion now, her hips gyrated and she pushed down hard, her gasps short and sharp as her second orgasm in as many minutes erupted. Alan was far over the edge, his wife's movements, the second orgasm the totally impromptu sex session was more than his work tired mind could handle. He gave his own voice to Joanna's orgasm and unloaded deep inside her, their juices mingling into a sweet, salty mix deep inside Joanne. Joanne rolled off Alan and collapsed next to him, they lay side by side hands held tightly together their breathing heavy neither of them could speak, the smell of sweat and sex heavy in their nostrils. "That was," Alan took a deep breath, his lips still held a trace of Joanne's sex on them and he licked them, "unexpected." Joanne turned her head, she was so used to rolling over and snuggling into him, her belly though now made the motion too awkward to even attempt it. She rested one hand on his now flaccid cock, it was still sticky with their juices but already drying in the cool air. "But not unwanted," Joanne replied close to his ear. Alan shook his head, "I think we should skip dinner and just stay right here." "You won't hear me complaining or moaning about that," Alan replied. Joanne squeezed his cock, "Oh I was hoping for a little bit of moaning from you," the twitch of his cock brought a smile to her face. Alan left for work the next morning a little more tired than usual and with a lazy smile on his unshaved face. Joanne had said goodbye at the door as she always had done, she stood and watched Alan walk down the drive to his car as he reached the bonnet a familiar voice rang out from next door and a moment later Keith appeared walking down his own path. Joanne slipped back into the house closing the door almost all the way, leaving just enough space for her to peer out of and listen in. Her stomach was a block of ice and she had the terrible need to run upstairs and wee but she stood motionless watching Alan turn from his car and walk the short distance to the separating evergreen hedge where Keith now stood a big smile on his face. "Lovely morning isn't it?" Keith said looking up at the pale blue sky, spring was in the air again, a glimmer of what the season was going to bring. "I would rather be at home enjoying it than going to work." Alan replied he had been forced out of bed by Joanne, even though he tried to remain next to her, even his morning erection did not have the desired effect and Joanne had unceremoniously pulled the covers off forcing him to get up. "Early start for you," Keith said, his head turned slightly looking at the young couples house, "Joanne will be okay on her own I am sure, if not she only has to come next door. Wendy and I hardly go out and we will lend a hand if needs be." Alan thanked Keith, though he had the sense that Keith was making fun of him somehow, the smile on his face that pulled at his wrinkled skin and made his eyes twinkle. "You look like you need a few hours more sleep too." "Well my working day is never done, even at home." Alan replied, it was none of Keith's business why he looked so tired, the man gave a laugh and nodded, again Alan felt as if he were missing a joke. "I best be heading off." Alan said bringing the small talk to an abrupt end. He shook the man's offered hand and walked back to his car, he spared a look at the house, hoping to see Joanne one last time but she had already disappeared back inside. 'A good thing really' Alan thought to himself, 'Keith will just have to perv over some other woman.' Joanne had watched the exchange, her stomach flipped and she rubbed at her swollen belly when Keith had mentioned a helping hand, the man was making fun of Alan, he knew that Joanne had not told Alan about what had happened in the kitchen. If she had, Alan would have been around last night to have punched Keith's lights out. Joanne felt more foolish now, she had let her own desires and wants get the better of her, instead of telling Alan she had masturbated to the filthy idea and then fucked her husband the moment he got through the door. She had been irresponsible and she had to fix it before more damage was done. It was nearing noon before Joanne saw her opportunity, she had kept an eye on the back garden the last thing she wanted was to confront either Wendy or Keith in their front garden or at their front door, if it turned into a scene the whole street would be watching. She had seen Keith a couple of times walking in and out but Joanne wanted to speak mostly to Wendy, woman to woman. When Wendy appeared in the garden, Joanne took a deep breath and stepped outside. Wendy had heard the door and she put a red basket of washing down on the ground near the rotary washing line. Her smile was big, warm and friendly and it made Joanne lose a lot of her fire that she had been stoking since over hearing the conversation that morning. "Who needs a tumble dryer with weather like this?" Wendy said cheerfully. "Yes, hard to imagine that this is still meant to be winter." Joanne replied, Wendy nodded and she bent down and began to pull garments apart ready to hang. "About yesterday..." Joanne pushed on knowing she had to speak her mind. "Ah there's the other lover," Keith said stepping out of their backdoor, he held a small tin of clothes pegs that rattled as he walked up the garden to where the two women stood either side of the wooden fence. Wendy stood up pushing her glasses back up as she did so, "Leave Joanne alone, I am sure she does not need to hear from you." Keith's brow furrowed, "You weren't saying that last night," he said with a bit of a pout and handed the container of pegs to Wendy, "well no one was saying much last night eh?" he gave Joanne a wink. Joanne felt her face turning red, could they have possibly heard her and Alan having sex, surely not, "Keith, be quiet will you, your embarrassing the girl," Wendy said trying to mask the smile that threatened to spread on her face. She turned and faced Joanne, "You and Alan were a little loud last night dear, the walls in these houses are not that thick." "Oh!" Joanne said the truth bluntly put to her took all other thoughts from her mind. "Not that we are complaining," Keith said his smile beaming; "Trying to keep up with you was terribly fun!" Joanne's mouth dropped open, her head flicked from Keith to Wendy who was shaking her own head. Wendy took her time putting the container of pegs down, "What Keith was so eloquently trying to say was that..." "Wendy gave me the best hand job in years," Keith jumped in like a school boy unable to keep a secret. "Matched each little jerk to your moaning she did!" "You and Alan are very voracious it sounds, Keith wanted to see if he could last out." Wendy said her eyes glaring at Keith. Keith dismissed the look with a lazy wave of one hand, "First time I came well before Alan did I fear. Second time though out lasted the two of you." Joanne tried not to hear him, but her mind was racing filling it with images. While she was riding Alan, Keith and Wendy were only a few feet away, his cock in her hands as she worked him to the sound of them having sex. Her hormonal mind was driving the imagination, working it up, Keith with an unnatural huge cock, pumping copious amounts of sperm as Joanne's own orgasm had gripped her. Her clitoris tingled, just as it had yesterday, her body wanted to be touched but not just by Joanne, another man was so willingly and wantonly into her that her whole body mind and spirit wanted something to happen. She fought the urge knowing now was the only chance to put a stop to it all. Joanne held up one hand, "Stop!" she said firmly and the smile dropped from Keith's face, Wendy's head flicked around so hard Joanne was amazed she did not hear it snap. "Just stop please," She took a deep breath and lowered her hand, "This is all too much!" The elderly couple looked at her confused, how could they not see how inappropriate they were being. "Yesterday should never have happened." "Oh my dear, its nothing to be ashamed of everyone has sex," Wendy said calmly. Joanne shook her head, she had found her fire once more and she was not going to be stopped now, "I meant in your kitchen, when Keith groped me? That was inappropriate." "Now, now Joanne, it was bit of harmless fun, it was not meant to offend you. You are such an attractive woman and with the body of a pregnant goddess I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable." Keith replied, shock in his voice at what Joanne was saying. "Thank you, but just groping me is not acceptable," Facing him now, discussing it out in the open was what she had needed to do, to tell them that she did not like it and did not want it to happen again. 'Only you keep seeing it in your head, feeling it in the way your bra clasps your breasts, wanting it to be Keith's hands again. And now you cannot stop seeing Wendy giving him a hand job.' The little voice in her head said. And it was true, all morning no matter how much she focused and worked on her speech she still got tingly remembering Keith's hands on her breasts, it was wrong but so right and she hated herself for feeling that way. "Can we start again, please, just put a line under this and move on?" And that's all she wanted to do, pretend it never happened and somehow be good neighbours still. The elderly couple sighed, they seemed rather sad and dejected at the talk, somewhere their minds were trying to figure out where they had gone wrong and were perhaps still searching. Wendy was the first to speak, "Consider the line drawn." Keith sighed and nodded, "I never meant to cause any discomfort, I am sorry." Joanne smiled wanly and nodded. Keith turned on his heels and left the two women together. Wendy shook her head watching Keith walking off, "I think we all started off on the wrong foot, different generations have different ways of looking at life." She bent back down and continued to pick up washing and hang it on the rotary line. "But you know Joanne, you can have fun too you know?" "I have plenty of fun thank you," Joanne was hoping it had all been settled yet Wendy seemed determined to keep going. "You never told Alan about what Keith did to you?" Wendy said clipping a large pair of black knickers on the line, "I suppose he is the type to take something like that the wrong way also." Wendy said before Joanne could answer. Wendy walked round the line and stepped up to the fence, "I saw that look in your eyes, the way you bit your lip," Joanne opened her mouth to talk but Wendy held one hand up stopping her, "It shocked you being touched like that but you enjoyed it, deep down perhaps but it was there. Don't be like so many people in the world today dear, try and live a little." Wendy gave a curt nod and turned around, she picked up the empty washing basket and with a tune on her lips she walked back to her house. The New Neighbours Ch. 02 My alarm woke me from a restless sleep at 6 am and there was no sign of my wife having joined me during the night, I checked on Tara as I made my way down stairs to get my self some breakfast. I was half way through my cereal when Diana opened the back door, she was dressed in her little summer dress and she looked absolutely radiant. I hadn't seen her look so good in years, she was literally glowing as she walked over and kissed me. I noticed she was not wearing her bikini under her dress when she bent over to kiss me and she saw me looking. "I decided to leave it at the boy's house, I think I will be swimming over there a lot more." Diana stated as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down opposite me. "How was your night my love?" she enquired "Not as good as yours. I watched you in the pool from the window in the loft." "Did you like what you saw, baby? You told me I could do whatever made me happy" Diana asked a little nervously. "Like it? I loved it! It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, was pissed that you took them inside." I said with mock anger. "I did feel a little exposed in the yard and I wanted to really let my hair down with them." she explained without looking up. "Let your hair down? From what I saw you were pretty wild in the yard. How much more could you let your hair down?" I asked with more than a little curiosity. "Do you really want to know?" Diana asked as she looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes through her long sexy lashes. "You bet! I want to know all the details." "Well I will tell you as soon as you get home tonight. I have get Tara ready for school and get ready for work." "Did you get any sleep?" I asked trying to not sound as disappointed as I was. "A little. Now get to work or you'll be late, I promise you will hear all the details tonight." I did as I was told and left for the most unproductive day of work in history, my mind constantly on the erection I was nursing and the reason for it. When I arrived home Tara and Diana where in the kitchen making dinner, Diana still looked radiant. I couldn't help but wonder if the girls in Diana's office noticed and asked why she looked so happy. "Hey Baby" Diana yelled as I walked in the door. "Daddy!" Tara screamed as she ran over and hugged me. "Great timing, dinner is ready." Diana told us and we moved to the table. I wolfed dinner down in record time, hoping Tara would finish quickly and want to go to bed so I hear what I had been waiting all day to hear. Diana could tell and she had wicked grin on her face as she asked Tara if she wanted to watch some TV before bed. After what was the longest hour of my life Tara began to look tired and Diana took her up to bed. About 45 minutes later I was almost climbing the walls when Diana walked down the stairs in her low cut red one piece swimmers and a tiny wrap around skirt. "I'm going next door for a swim to cool off after I tell you about last night." Diana stated when she saw my stunned expression. "O.K" was all I could manage to say, she looked so good. "Now are you sure you want to hear ALL the details?" she asked as though it was some kind of disclaimer for what she was about to tell me. I managed a nod. "Well sit down." she said pointing to the lounge chair. I slumped into the chair and she began. "You know I love you baby and this was your idea after all. So I don't want you getting upset when you hear the details." "I know and I won't get upset I promise. Please just tell me." I begged. "O.k. Well, you saw what happened in the yard and I told you I wanted to let my hair down so I moved the boys inside." "And...." I encouraged her to continue. "Well, once we were inside I told the boys to get me to a bed and fuck me like they had never fucked before. Aaron then picked me up and carried me to one of the bed rooms and tossed me roughly on the big king size bed. I remember laying there on that bed and looking up those two huge black men who I had just fucked and was about to let fuck me again and thinking I was the luckiest girl on earth. They joined me on the bed and we fucked for hours, I came more times than I can remember and the boys shot so much cum into my pussy that I could feel it filling up my uterus. We eventually fell asleep, I can't remember which one of the boys was inside me at the time, but when I woke up I was on my back and Toby was slowly fucking me and kissing me gently. It was the most amazing feeling to wake up joined to this huge black powerful stud and yet making love so gently. When I woke Toby increased the power of his thrusts and soon I was banging against the headboard and coming like a steam train. When he had finished with me I went into the bathroom and found Aaron in the shower. I quickly joined him in there and he fucked me from behind, I swear my feet never touched the floor as he slammed me against the tiles with each thrust. I came again as he shot his load in me and left me in the shower to clean up. I dried my self off and went down stairs to find my clothes, both the boys where in the kitchen with my bikini and dress neatly folded on the table. I picked up the dress and slipped it on, kissed them both and walked out. From the door way I shouted out that I would be back for the bikini, then I came home." Diana was standing in front of me as she told her story and I could see her nipples were hard from recounting her story. "Wow...." I whispered as I looked down at my cum stained trousers. "See you in the morning, or maybe even from the loft." Diana said with a wink as she was headed for the door. I was trying to digest the mental picture my wife had painted of her debauchery as I rushed up to the loft. I didn't have to wait long as I saw Diana emerge onto the pool deck in just her one piece. She slid into the water and did a few laps while she waited for the boys to join her. "We hoped you were going to come back?" Aaron explained as they both emerged from the house. "Oh, I was always going to come back." Diana stated as she swam to the edge and gracefully climbed out in front of the already hard boys. They soon had her sandwiched between their dark muscular bodies and began peeling her swimmers off her toned body. Diana's had both their trunks off in no time at all the three of them were naked on the pool deck kissing and caressing. Diana pushed Toby down onto a deck chair and straddled the huge black man resting the head of his massive black pole against her dripping pussy lips. Toby held her suspended above his cock, stopping her from impaling herself on him, teasing her. "You want it?" he asked. "I need it!" she yelled. "How bad do you need this big black cock?" "More than air!" she yelled as Toby slowly lowered her onto the first few inches of his massive cock which bought a huge groan from Diana. Then I saw Aaron pick up something off the table and begin to rub it on his cock, lube, I thought. My god their going to DP her in their back yard. Diana was an anal virgin but I had little doubt she would give her anal cherry to her two new lovers, a fact that made me a little jealous. "Give me the rest." Diana pleaded as Toby teased her. Aaron then moved in behind Diana and grabbed her shoulders and positioned himself at the entrance to her virgin ass. Diana turned to see what was happening. "I've never had it in the ass before, please be gentle." Diana explained. Aaron then slowly worked his massive cock head inside her ultra tight ass. I was watching my wife get her first DP and was working up my second load of the night as they slowly began thrusting deeper inside her, Diana was moaning louder with each thrust. "Oh god! That feels soooo good." Diana cooed as she came and the boys bottomed out, she now had close to 2 feet of cock inside her. The boys had worked up an impressive rhythm and I don't think I have ever seen anyone get fucked so hard, not even in porn movies. "Cum in me, cum in my ass!" Diana screamed as she came again. Aaron than grabbed Diana's hips and her wish was granted, a huge load of black semen in her ass. I don't think she was prepared for how it would feel because she screamed and bucked like nothing I have ever seen before. Toby kept on fucking her hard while she recovered from her first anal orgasm and Aaron pulled out of her now gaping ass. "You want some more black sperm?" Toby asked. "As.. much.. as.. I.. can.. get.." my wife panted as her new lover forced himself deeper inside her than I was ever going to get. "Did you do what we told you to this morning?" Toby asked. "Yes." she said so quietly I could barely hear. "Good girl. Did you tell your husband?" "No." Diana whispered as she shook her head. I was really curious as to what they were talking about, Diana had no reason to hide anything from me. "Is he watching? Is that why your quiet?" he asked. ".........yes." she whispered as she ground down on his hug black cock. "Where do you want me to cum Diana?" he asked. "Cum in my pussy." she whispered. "Louder." "Cum in my pussy." she yelled like she was told. "Why?" Toby enquired for my benefit Diana began to bounce up and down faster and didn't answer. "What did you not do this morning?" he asked again, for my benefit. "Take my pill." she whispered. What the fuck! I almost fell off my seat. "I want a black baby." I heard her say as she continued to work the massive black pole. "And you'll get one." Toby said as he pulled my wife down onto his cock and within a few deep thrusts was pumping his sperm straight into her uterus. I heard Diana moan as she sobbed and continued to slide up and down on his impressive shaft. Toby lifted Diana off his lap and she quickly reached for her swimsuit. "I need to go home now." Diana said as she climbed into her stunning red outfit and ran into the house. I was waiting for her as she ran crying into the kitchen in just her swimsuit. "When were you going to tell me?" I asked very calmly. "I'm so sorry baby, I just got caught up in the moment. I didn't mean it!" she cried. "But their must be some truth to it or you wouldn't have gone along with it." I stated. "Baby, it was just in the heat of the moment." she pleaded "But the thought of getting pregnant to a black man excites you?" I asked calmly. "Well the thought does excite me, but I could never do it to you baby." she sobbed. "Did you take your pill today?" I asked. "No." she cried. "Diana, I started this and I'm ok with what ever you choose. I was shocked that you never told me but I really am ok with what ever decision you make. We have been trying for a baby for so long now and I know you really want another. So baby you do what ever you think is right and I'm behind you 100%. Don't stop this because of me." "Are you sure? Because this really excites me, giving myself to them, the thought of another baby." Diana asked as she wiped the tears from her face. "Baby, I just watched the most erotic sight of my entire life and would this lie." I said as I pointed to my still raging erection. "I love you baby!" Diana exclaimed as she hugged me. "I think you left some people waiting, and believe me, the way you look right now they will be going out of their minds over there." And with that Diana walked to the door and checked her reflection in the glass, fixed her hair and walked out without a word. I awoke at 6am again the following morning, again alone, and repeated the previous morning's procedure. Diana arrived whilst I was half way through my cereal and she again looked radiant and totally well fucked in her red swimsuit and tiny wrap skirt. She poured a coffee and sat opposite me and we just sat their looking at each other, I broke the silence first. "I'm glad you went back last night, I really am." "Thank you so much my love. What you said last night meant the world to me." "Your going to run out of swimmers soon." I stated. "Do you think the boys will mind if I wear the same outfit twice." She said with a smile as she examined her outfit. "I'm sure they will get over it." I said with a laugh as I made my way to the door. When I arrived home that night Diana told me that we had been invited to watch the boys play basketball tonight at the local stadium and they had arranged court side seats for us. "Great, what time?" I asked. "We have to leave in about an hour, so can you get Tara ready." Diana asked as she made for the bathroom and began getting ready herself. Tara and I were waiting down stairs an hour later when Diana walked down the stairs in a short skin tight emerald green strapless dress and matching heels. She looked like a dream with the green complementing her olive skin, her hair was down and her make up perfect. I was a worried if the boys would be able to keep their hands off of Diana while she was dressed like this but there was nothing I could do about it, she clearly wanted the attention. "I bought these today when the boys told me about the invite. Do you think they will like it?" she asked me. "I'm sure they will love it!" I replied. When we arrived at the stadium every man in the house was looking at Diana as we found our court side seats. The teams soon emerged and the boys came over and said hello before tip off, they both complimented Diana's outfit which pleased her no end. They then invited Diana to attend the post game function at one of the local five star hotels and explained that each player had access to a suite for the night so as to not have to risk travel after a few drinks. "Sounds great." Diana said in acceptance of their offer. "Well you certainly are dressed for a big night." Aaron said with a smile as they turned and walked back to their team mates. The game was great, the boys both played well and they won by a narrow margin. Tara especially enjoyed cheering on her new giant friends. At the end of the game both of the boys came back over and surprisingly, Diana jumped up and hugged and kissed them both in front of the whole crowd. Diana then said good night to Tara and I before walking off with the boys on either side of her. I wondered when my wife would get home and in what kind of condition. The New Neighbours Ch. 02 Wednesday Evening, The silence between Alan and Joanne stretched out, she had finished her story and Alan was trying to piece it altogether in his mind. His brow furrowed more to deflect the smile that he suddenly felt trying to spring into life on his mouth. Alan rubbed his chin, masking the smile that now refused to go away, in the end he gave in and gave a loud laugh, "It's not funny!" Joanne responded, raising her voice to be heard. Alan nodded in agreement, his laughter dying down after a moment, "Okay it is a little bit you have to admit?" He said. The look of thunder her got was not the response he was hoping for. Alan had gotten home, slightly frisky and in the hopes that Joanne would want to have sex again just like yesterday, instead he found her in the living room sitting down looking very serious. The notion of sex did not even bother to cling on, it dropped away like a stone in water. When he had taken off his work boots and sat down Joanne had told him the story. How Wendy and Keith had met her in the garden and the talk had turned to the previous night, and how, in fact their love making had been heard by the old couple. Alan was a little surprised by that little revelation but not terribly unhappy or embarrassed, it was only when Joanne continued with the story and how Wendy had given Keith numerous hand jobs whilst listening to them did his surprise turn to mild discomfort then into amusement as he pictured the older couple, crystal cut glass to the wall listening in while Wendy worked her husband. And that was what had made Alan laugh out loud, "So our neighbours are a little weird, and perhaps share too much information." Alan guessed it was either a generational thing or some sort of mental degradation that older folks went through. "Where's the harm?" Joanne's jaw clenched as she ground her teeth, she took a deep breath before she spoke "It's rude Alan and not proper to speak like that. I felt really uncomfortable when Wendy was telling me." She had yet to mention Keith groping her. She had run that scenario through her head and for the time being she had decided to sit on that. "Look do you want me to have a word with them," Alan began and Joanne opened her mouth to speak but Alan held up one hand and gently patted the air, "I know you told them it was not acceptable, but maybe if they hear it from me too, you know drive the message home." Alan was eager to wipe the smirk of Keith's face, the way he looked this morning when they talked, Keith had been eluding to it all, the smug bastard. "Don't do anything stupid okay?" Joanne knew that Alan had a dislike for Keith and part of Joanne felt the same way, but there was the other part too, that little part from the other day that had blossomed in the bathroom, that had made a mess of the gusset of her knickers. That part of her still whispered and showed her naughty thoughts. The Duck and Cloak Public House The Duck and Cloak pub was at the end of the leafy street and was one of the biggest selling points in Alan's eyes though he never said as much to Joanne. If he had, well they would not be living on the street, as Alan entered the pub he thought for a moment that perhaps that was not a bad thing another property would have meant they would never have met Keith and Wendy. The inside of the Duck was as Alan had expected it to be, wooden beams crisscrossed the walls and low ceiling, the carpet a faded blue that was holding together by frayed threads and the tables and chairs scratched, dented and wobbly. It was an old pub and was not ashamed in showing it's age! It was early evening in the middle of the week so patrons were low on the ground, a small group of old men sat huddled round one table deep in conversation, everyone else was spread out in one's and two's, in all perhaps fifteen people were in the pub Alan guessed. He approached the bar, a lad perhaps no older than eighteen, attempted a smile and failed miserably the boredom clear in his mannerisms. Alan opened his mouth to order a pint as he did so a man came up next to him and got in first, "My usual Pete and whatever my neighbour here is drinking." Keith gave Alan a wink, "Thought you might end up in here sooner or later, not really a local if the locals do not show up." Keith found an empty table, which was not that difficult to do and both men sat down on opposite sides, Keith with his ale in front of him and Alan with a pint of stout in front of him. "So how are you finding that old house, the Masons were lovely neighbours but terrible at DIY you know." "It needs more work than we first thought that's for certain but we are getting there," It was odd talking about such nonsense but Alan could not bring himself to attack the man straight away, he was curious to see if Keith would slip himself up. Keith nodded and took a sip of his drink, "Money must be tight for you now too?" "A little but everyone needs an electrician so it's not like we will be short of cash for a long time." Alan replied and Keith nodded again his brow furrowed as he stored that bit of information. Alan could not shake the image of Keith and his wife listening up against the wall listening to him and Joanne having sex, it seemed such a silly thing but it had really upset Joanne so by extent it was upsetting to Alan even though the idea seemed a little dirty and fun. "Well once the weather warms up..." Keith began but Alan had had enough of the small talk. "Joanne told me about the other day," Alan interjected, "and I am here to re-enforce the whole line in the sand message." He acted tough, he did not need Keith knowing that it actually did not bother Alan. "Ah!" Keith said he grabbed his pint glass and took a longer, deeper gulp. "Joanne made it quite clear that we had been inappropriate and we apologised, it's not our way to make anyone feel uncomfortable." "What we do in our bedroom," Alan began then leaned in lowering his voice, "What we do in our bedroom is our business, you want to have your fun that's between you and Wendy do not involve us." "You make a fair point Alan and trust me you will not hear from us again." "Whatever else has gone on its water under the bridge" Alan stabbed the table with one finger driving the point home. Keith gave a smile, "That is a very noble statement other men would not be so forgiving." "What are you on about?" Alan asked, his head cocking to one side. "What's that old saying nudge-nudge wink-wink say no more?" Keith said and barked a laugh. "A simple jest as I am sure Joanne has said and taken in good jest by you too it seems." Alan had stumbled into something by total accident, the man was rambling on and Alan forced himself to listen. "I mean, my word I have had to put up with Wendy's for such a long time to get my hands on a young pair like Joanne's..." Keith's words trailed off, Alan's face had gone deathly pale the man had not a clue, so Joanne had told him about them listening in but not about the grope. Alan blinked, his head felt heavy and his ears had filled with cotton wool, "Wait a minute what the hell are you on about? Did you touch up Joanne?" What had started off as telling some old man not to listen to them having sex had suddenly turned into something else, something almost disturbing to Alan. Keith shook his head, "No not at all, it was a simple error of judgement and I may have felt her breasts." Keith's face became flushed as he spoke and he licked his lips aware of how terrible that actually sounded when spoken out loud to a rather angry looking husband. Alan lunged across the table, one fist already pulled back and it flew forward as if fired from a gun his fist connecting with the old man's cheek sending him toppling to the ground, their drinks spilling across the table and the glasses falling to the ground shattering. "You don't go near Joanne again you fucking pervert!" Alan spat finding his feet and distancing himself in case Keith had any notion of fighting back. Keith worked his jaw, "No, no fair point, and I do apologise honestly I do. We all make mistakes Alan." He looked up at the young man his eyes darted to the balled up fists at his side. He had no intention of getting to his feet right now not while Alan was full of fire and fight. Alan nodded and spun on his heels, he had to speak to Joanne had to find out if what Keith had said was true. The look on her face was the only answer he needed, he felt even more anger to Keith but towards Joanne he felt disappointment, not in her being touched but the fact that she had not told him. "I didn't know how to tell you?" She said with tears threatening to pour down her face, "It happened so quickly, I told him to stop and he did it was hardly anything, I wanted to tell you but thought I could handle it myself." Alan had gone into the house all guns blazing, he had told Joanne what had happened in the pub, how Keith had joked about touching her demanding to know the truth, the woman had crumpled onto the settee and had spilled the beans, how Joanne and Wendy had been talking and Keith had snuck up behind her and reached around, when she had told him immediately to stop he had done so and apologised rather rapidly. "You should have told me," Alan said his words as slow as his sagging shoulders. "I never trusted that man from the moment we met him." He walked over and put his arms around Joanne pulling her in close, "You don't have to worry about him again, trust me." Joanne felt a wave of relief wash over her Keith had not said a lot, if he had, telling Alan that she had told Keith to stop right away would have caught her out in a lie and that would have made matters worse. But it was now done, Alan knew most of it now, she was still upset it had happened that was all Alan needed to know, he had no need to know that she still thought about it when she was home alone and it made her do naughty things to herself. Tuesday Daytime, It was the following week when Alan came face to face with Keith again, this time on his on front step. Alan had gone to work as normal that morning it was only when he was on site did he discover that the walls of the property were still half way done, this meant that Alan's wiring work was now on hold for atleast three more days. Though he expected longer as half the work crew were yet on site. With nothing to do Alan had no choice but to head home which on such a sunny and warm day was not a bad thing. He called Joanne just as he climbed into his work van hoping to catch her before she left the house but when the call connected she was already on the bus on her way to her hospital appointment. Alan felt a little bummed at that, he offered to meet her at the hospital but was promptly reminded that she was meeting up with Sarah for coffee and that was bound to take up most of the early afternoon, which meant that Joanne would not be home until late that afternoon. Alan got home with a days' worth of free time, he felt almost giddy with the prospect of kicking back and perhaps just relaxing in the garden. But as he stood in the hallway he could see the cracks in one wall, the splintered turned post of the stairway and the sagging step that was half way up the stairs themselves. These were just a few of the jobs he had yet to start in the house. Alan sighed, his shoulders sagging as he resigned himself to a day of doing some actual work after all. It was nearing noon when the doorbell rang. Three letters sat at the foot of the door from the postman's earlier visit and Alan picked them up with hands pale with wood dust before opening the front door. His smile faltered as he came face to face with Keith, a rather impressive bruise on one cheek still quite visible. Keith held his hands up in front of him patting the air as he spoke, "Now, now before you slam that door in my face, I am not here to cause any trouble or offense." Alan's free hand started to push the door closed and then he stopped himself, perhaps it was curiosity that had stopped him or downright stupidity but Alan would have that internal discussion later, "This better be worth my time Keith." Keith nodded, "I think it might just be, if you want to listen?" Keith fell silent and looked expectantly at Alan who sighed and nodded. "Excellent, I was thinking about what a terrible bastard I have been and, well I want to make it right." "I thought we agreed this was done and dusted." Alan shot back and began to close the door. Keith laid one hand on the door and made the door stop its slow close, "Please wait," Keith's forearm flexed with muscle as he held the door firmly open. "I feel terrible and I just think that if we can clear the air completely we can all move forward." Alan lowered his hand from the door, resigned to the fact he would have to hear the man out. "Please if you could just come next door for five minutes Wendy and I can clear the air and I think you will feel much better." "And what if I say no?" Keith gave a dry laugh, "I will keep asking until you say yes Alan me lad." Alan closed the door behind them as he stepped out of the house patting his pockets to make sure his keys were there, Keith had been very insistent on them going now that Alan had not had time to clean the wood dust off of himself. "I have been waiting for a chance to speak to you. But either you are not at home or Joanne is there and it's been quite difficult," Keith spoke as they walked along the drive way, "And when I saw Joanne leave this morning and you come home early I just knew it was now or never." Alan could not believe the man, and he shook his head at what he had just heard. The man was spying on them, no doubt on Joanne more than him, more than likely perving from a distance. Alan went to turn back, he had a change of heart, the old man was never going to change but by the time Alan had made the decision Keith was already opening his own front door, and pushing it open he ushered Alan inside. "We're home dear," Keith called out as he walked down the hallway leaving Alan with no choice but to follow, "where are you?" "In the conservatory still, where you left me five minutes ago," Wendy called out, her voice coming to them from not too far away but unseen. "Or are you losing you mind already and cannot remember?" Keith led the way the house was almost too modern for Alan's liking it was in the front room that he noticed the trappings of an almost elderly couple. A large floral settee took up most of the space a slightly more modern reclining leather chair was close by, through that room they passed into a dining room a huge oak table dominating the centre of the room. One door led to the kitchen but in front of them now was a set of French doors that opened up into a small conservatory. The three main walls were only shin height the rest of the walls were made up of glass that reflected and amplified the warm sunshine. A set of simple rattan furniture took up the floor space while exotic plants in huge ornate pots of blue, red and orange sat dotted at random it seemed around the rest of the room. Wendy sat on the rattan sofa, her legs were tucked under her and she held the corner of a book in one hand that sat on her bent knees. She looked up as both men entered, a smile sat warmly on her face; "See! still here," she said, "Hello Alan," her voice as warm as the smile. "Hello Wendy, Keith was quite insistent on me coming over," Alan began, his eyes on Wendy as he spoke, taking in her blue plain skirt and her thin white shirt. He felt his face blush as his eyes darted back to the shirt. The sunlight lit the woman up so much so that her thin shirt was almost see through, when he glanced down again he was certain now that he could make out her naked breasts through the gauzy fabric. "I am not too sure...well...I am here but," Alan could not get his words out, the heat of the room was overwhelming, the sudden shock of seeing Wendy's breasts adding to his befuddlement. Wendy tittered, "It's okay Alan, Keith told me all about the pub, I must say you have a good right hook," She closed her book and unfurled her legs from beneath her and gently placed the book next to her feet. "Keith and I feel awful about what happened and all this bad blood that is starting to muddy things between us," "And well, we think we know how to correct it," Keith said and gave Alan a little push on the shoulder urging him further into the warm, sunlit room. Wendy patted at the space next to her and nodded, Alan felt uncomfortable as he walked forward, his skin was hot and sweat beaded his forehead. His heart jack hammered in his chest and he almost jumped out of his skin when he realised that Keith was right behind him. He sat down next to Wendy, their knee's side by side. Keith sat down next wedging Alan between the old couple. Wendy smiled gently and ran one hand across the front of her impossibly gauzy shirt, Alan tried not to look but his eyes betrayed him, The fabric pulled taut as her hand passed over it one nipple pushed at the fabric, Wendy spoke softly, "It's okay Alan, eye for an eye and all that nonsense." Alan could not believe it, this was surely a joke, a setup of some type. Was this woman asking Alan to touch her breasts as a kind of payment for her own husband groping Joanne? It was madness Alan shook his head but could not stop staring at Wendy's huge breasts. His cock betrayed him further, pushing at the fabric of his pants and jean's. Wendy placed one hand over Alan's and lifted it up. He offered no resistance as his hand left his leg and moved upwards, he felt the sun's warmth on the fabric then the hardness of the nipple on his palm, his fingers instinctively squeezing. Alan's other hand moved freely and found the other heavy breast he squeezed the mounds of flesh beneath his palms, his mind told him to stop, to run and never look back but the rest of him urged him on, the hard thick nipples pushed against his palms and the unwarranted thought of how they would feel in his mouth filled his mind. His hands dropped away, "This is wrong," he said in a dry whisper. Wendy shushed him, "No one needs to know dear," and with those words she began to undo the buttons on the shirt, the thin material parting as she did so, Alan caught sight of the deep cleavage and his mouth slackened. Wendy shrugged off the top her heavy aged breasts now fully exposed. Alan took them in, they hung low and pendulous the outline of an old suntan just visible against the paler skin that had been covered up by a bikini top no doubt. The pale skin drew Alan's eyes downwards and to Wendy's nipples. The areola were large puckered disks topped with darker thicker nipples, Alan found his hands moving up of their own accord that it took him a second to realise he was now fondling Wendy's naked breasts. "Aren't they wonderful?" Keith said over his shoulder, the sound of his voice so loud that Alan startled and his hands pulled back, Wendy took hold of them and moved them back pushing herself forward as she did so. Alan could see fine wood dust now on her breasts, the pale brown dust more visible on the darker parts of her skin, "I am so glad you did not bother to clean your hands," Keith said a little softer this time. One of Wendy's hands snaked lazily across her leg onto Alan's and moved effortlessly upwards coming to a rest on his groin, the bulge quite visible. "I think Alan is in agreement," Wendy said her voice a little shaky. "May I?" Wendy asked, before Alan could say no Wendy's other hand now joined the one on his groin and both worked at undoing his jeans. Alan let go of Wendy's breasts, his hands landing on Keith's knee and on Wendy's knee "No sorry this is too much," he said, his voice reedy and weak, his attempt to push himself up and free of the perverted pair was weaker than his voice. Wendy gripped his hard cock as he began to lift himself up and all the feeling went out of his legs and he collapsed back down. The New Neighbours Ch. 02 "Oh look at how hard mummy has made him Keith," Wendy said her hand slipping to the base of Alan's cock and giving the rigid mass of flesh a shake. Keith only nodded in response, his eyes flicking from Wendy's hand on Alan's cock and to Alan. Alan wanted to run, he knew that was the right thing to do but he was trapped and not just by Keith and Wendy, but by his own body. Wendy hardly moved her hand on his cock, she wafted it back and forth then a little stroke but nothing full on, the touch felt alien, felt wrong but also it felt incredibly right. Wendy's free hand went to her skirt and she bunched the fabric up as she pulled the hem up past her knee, "What do you think of these?" Wendy asked Alan the end of her stockings becoming visible, "Personally Keith loves them, but what about your generation are they too old fashioned?" The question was put so matter of factly, as if she was not sat next to him, topless and gripping his too hard cock in one hand. Alan nodded, his eyes flicking in every direction, from large breasts to the spot where pale thigh met dark stocking top, over to the conservatory door, down at his cock and back again. His mind was on fire, he was out of his depth but loving and hating it all at the same time. Only in his wildest teenage masturbation dreams had he played with this idea, of an older woman and he touching, fondling, fingering, sucking and fucking and now here he was all those years later and he had no idea what to do. "They are fantastic," he said the words but was unsure just where they came from. Wendy smiled, "Oh I am pleased," she said and almost as if as an reward she gave Alan's cock a long languid stroke, back and forth, pulling his fore skin back then up again as she went. "Would you like to touch mummy's stockings?" Wendy asked again, just as matter of factly as she had previously asked the last question. Alan reached out, his hand shaking badly with fear and excitement he rested his hand on Wendy's knee, the fabric under his touch causing his cock to twitch at an old memory. His hand moved upwards the motion was met with Wendy working his cock a little faster. He reached the stocking top his hand resting half on the fabric the other on her warm skin. His free hand moved upwards finding one breast that Wendy pushed agreeably into his grip. "Does mummy excite you Alan?" Wendy asked, her hand worked his cock as she spoke speeding up then slowing down. Alan nodded, "Yes." Wendy purred at the words a long languid sound, "Call me mummy Alan. Tell mummy that I excite you." Alan's mouth opened, his lips dry, his tongue a swollen dry lump in his mouth, "You excite me mummy." The words were clear and so was the feeling in his groin, Wendy worked him swiftly her eyes on him knowing what was close to happening. "That's okay Alan, you can cum." Keith said, his voice giddy with excitement. Alan let out a groan, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the large breast in his one hand the other patted a random beat on the stockinged leg. Alan lifted his hips as his balls contracted, his shaft twitched and with a gasp he let his cum fly, the first white ribbon splashed across Wendy's left breast the next spray lower down across the crumpled blue skirt the next lesser spurts sprayed thigh and stocking. Wendy worked his cock slowly, pulling his foreskin back and squeezing his shaft lifting her hand up and forcing his cum out of him. It seemed like an age before Wendy finally let go of his now shrinking cock, Alan took in deep lungful's of hot air, his face flushed and a mix of shame and regret flooded his body. Keith patted his knee "Well I think we can say we are even now." Alan could not remember the whole journey back to his own house, he had glimpses of Wendy smiling as she did up her shirt, his cum drying on one breast. Keith at the front door actually shaking Alan's hand, then here he was in his own hallway his old sawhorse taking up the walkway between the kitchen and the front door. Wood chips and dust covered the laminated flooring, the whole thing seemed hyper real but also muddy in an interrupted dream kind of way. Alan rubbed at his face, "Get it together," he told himself and shook his head. It had happened, there was no way he could think otherwise, his cock was sticky in his pants and his heart still sped up at the thought of Wendy's touch. Alan had just felt up another man's wife and had gotten a hand job out of it as well, he wanted to smile, the teenager in him wanted to run down the road screaming it but the adult Alan knew better. He tried to go back to work and somehow managed to replace the broken step while his mind replayed Wendy's stockings in his head. Only they were not just Wendy's but the other lady's he had once stolen stockings, tights and knickers from when he was eighteen, hiding in his bedroom feeling them on his hard cock or slipping into them for a frenzied wank as he thought of the women. His thoughts shot back to the here and now as the front door opened and Joanne said breathlessly, "My word you have been busy and messy." Joanne was breathless from the walk up the road from the bus stop, the Panini, coffee and cake she had eaten earlier still sat heavy in her stomach. She was glad to see that Alan was home and happier to see he had started on more of the work in the house, the mess on the other hand was a little annoying but she would declare herself pregnant thus unable to vacuum it up. Alan gave her a puzzled smile his eyes going wide and she wondered what he had been up to before she decided she was too tired to care if he had been sat around the house for the morning before doing any work, who could blame him. She went to him and put her arms around him pulling him to her so that her pregnant belly pushed into his back and she nuzzled at his neck, "I don't think I have the correct money to pay you for all this work, is there another way?" she whispered into his ear as one of her hands made its way down to his groin. "Tea should be payment enough," he replied and turned himself around in her arms, he reached round and smacked her backside, "Two sugars and milk luv!" Joanne took it as a joke though a part of her wondered if he was still a little sore from not being told about Keith groping her, to find that out by accident was terrible, they had not argued though. Well perhaps a little bit, it was to be expected. She counted in her head how long it had been since they last had sex and it had been over a week now, she hoped him avoiding her would not last much longer. The problem for Joanne was that she felt like she was almost on constant heat still, from the moment she woke up to the moment she went to bed she thought about sex now. Masturbating with her fingers was fine and dandy if she knew she was going to have actual sex that night, but now that was off the table while Alan came to terms with the groping. Sarah had offered her the simplest solution she had even gone into the shop with her. Joanne knew she must have looked a right site, a pregnant lady in a sex shop what a way to put the other shoppers off. But she had brought one, it sat in one of her shopping bags right now in the hall with Alan who much to her surprise was now vacuuming up the mess. A little show might entice him she thought, but knew she would have to practice with the vibrator a little before she would feel confident enough to let Alan know. They sat at the dinner table a hot meal before them and Alan ate as if he had not eaten all day, they discussed their day Joanne talking more than usual, Sarah had given her so much information about childbirth and little tips on looking after their new born that she found herself having to unload it all on Alan. He listened and even asked questions, which for Joanne, was a good sign he was taking it all in. "Any sign of Keith or Wendy?" She asked hesitantly. She could gauge so much by his response. Alan slurped up a long ragu covered piece of spaghetti then said, "Would you believe he came to the door earlier, wanted to apologise again." Joanne bit her bottom lip, she did not like where this was heading, "I told him apology accepted but to never ever touch you again," He looked at her for a moment before lowering his head back to his food. Joanne was impressed that another punch had not been thrown, his response was a good sign he was cooling down and that finally that little dark cloud was showing signs of passing on she only hoped it would be soon. Saturday Afternoon, Alan had gone to work that morning, the plan was to have the weekend off but with him missing one days' worth of work already that week they could not afford for him not to go. Joanne had stared at the utilities bill for a good hour a small note book sat at the side of the bill and next to that a calculator. The pad was full of scribblings many of them with the minus figure next to it, all in all Alan had no choice but to take the Saturday job. Joanne pushed herself away from the table she needed a break from it all. She picked up her mobile hoping to see a text message off anyone but nothing appeared to lighten up her day. She caught a reflection of herself in the glass of one of the kitchen cupboard doors, her red hair was pulled back and looked greasy, her skin make up free and a little blotchy. "I need a bath!" Joanne proclaimed to no one in particular. She languished in the warm water, oh what she would have given for a hot bath, but being pregnant she had heard the stories of hot baths and did not want to take any risks. She climbed out when she gave a shiver at just how cold the water was becoming, the towel hardly fitted around her now, so she leant her head forward and wrapped her red locks in the towel and flicked her head back. Methodically Joanne applied her cream around her belly watching herself in the mirror hoping and praying that no new stretch marks had appeared. She reached up and rubbed more cream over her engorged breasts, her nipples tingled excitedly but Joanne fought the urge to give them a tweak, she had been denying herself for the last couple of days, trying to resist her own urges and get them under control. It was working but only just. Joanne pulled open her cupboard, she already knew what she would be wearing and grabbed hold of her maternity jogging bottoms and her loose fitting top, she was forgoing a bra again they were too tight now and she needed a larger cup size so for the next few days the boys would be off their leash. It was when she went to her drawer and pulled out her plain white cotton knickers did she see the black box. It took Joanne a moment to realise what it was, "Oh!" she said surprised as the memory hit, her face flushed and she found herself looking over her shoulder. She turned back, "not today," she said to the box and closed the drawer firmly. She had managed to get dressed and partially dry her hair before she had opened the drawer and pulled the box out. She sat at the end of the bed, the top of the box next to her the bottom in her hand. The vibrator was five inches long and four inches thick (or so the shop girl had told her) it would not make Alan feel inferior compared to some of the others Sarah had waved in her face that day. Yet looking at it now it seemed big, the purple colouring making it look unusual to Joanne and not something used for bringing pleasure to a woman. Joanne read the lubricant bottle thoroughly, she was delaying it and she knew it. Her clitoris was buzzing like crazy and she could feel her knickers were wet. "Okay let's do it," she said and popped the lid off the lubricant shaking it for the allotted thirty seconds. Joanne squirted the artificial strawberry scented gel into one hand and tossed the container aside, she lifted up the viberator and began to rub the lube along the purple shaft that motion alone had Joanne moving from side to side on her backside her legs opening and closing rhythmically. She stood up and pulled down her maternity jogging pants and her knickers, "My God I don't think I needed the lube," she said seeing the damp mess of her gusset. She let out a cry when the doorbell rang she stood still looking at herself in the mirror, her red hair lank and wet around her head and shoulders, jogging pants and knickers around her ankles and in one hand a fully lubricated purple vibrator. "Please go away," Joanne whispered holding her laugh back as she gazed at her crazy, sex starved self. When the bell rang again, longer this time she let out a frustrated moan, she tossed the vibrator onto the bed and waddled out of the bedroom pulling up her jogging pants as she went. Joanne expected a door to door salesman or even the Jehovah's witnesses but when she pulled the door open she was met by the beaming smile of Wendy. "Wendy!" Joanne exclaimed in surprise. "Hello dear, I have not seen you in a while I just wanted to make sure you're okay after all that ugliness at the pub." Wendy said pushing the glasses up her nose. "Yes thank you, I am fine," The pub seemed like a lifetime ago and life had moved on for her and Alan, he had actually come on pretty strong the night before, it was only when the baby started to kick that he had lost the spark. "Well that's good to hear, but are we fine?" Wendy asked. Joanne was unsure how to answer, there had been so much negativity between the households that she had not even thought about any chance of a friendship, Wendy looked hopeful though and Joanne found herself wanting to give themselves a second chance. "I think we are fine." Came her reply. Wendy beamed a huge smile and pushed the front door further open and in doing so let herself in, "That is marvellous news," she said as she stepped past Joanne. It was then that Joanne saw the suitcase that Wendy wheeled in behind her, her first horrifying thought was that she was moving in. "What's the suitcase for?" Joanne had to ask. Wendy walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, "Put the kettle on and I will show you." "Oh that's, erm, lovely." Joanne said, though lovely was not the word she wanted to use, Wendy had opened the suitcase to a jumble of clothes. She was heading down to the local charity shop she had said to get rid of them then thought that perhaps Joanne could make use of some if not all of it. The clothes were not Joanne's style, not even her decade it seemed in some cases, but she nodded and said "lovely," or "beautiful," with an added, "that's unique." To stop her sounding like a broken record, Wendy had already put three dresses on the table and it was only a matter of time before more were added. Joanne poured hot water into two mugs and when she had turned back round she caught Wendy looking at the utility bill, "Tea's ready," Joanne said a little loud making Wendy jump, her glasses almost sliding off her face, she looked up at Joanne and gave an apologetic smile. "Good old utility bills always turn up when you least expect them." "Oh don't we know it, blood sucking cunts." Wendy said and both women laughed out loud. Wendy sipped at her tea and Joanne found herself pulling out random bits from the suitcase, she found a long pair of lace gloves that were actually, truly gorgeous and she added them to the pile. The next item was black and Joanne hoped it was a little black dress, but the ruffled short sleeves said no, the white trimming broke her heart even further. When the item of clothing was fully out she realised what she held. "Erm, I don't think the charity shop will take this." Wendy looked up from her tea and gave a little gasp, "I totally forgot those were in there," she grabbed the French maid outfit and rolled it up into a ball before rummaging around in the suitcase, a nurses uniform came out and then a few odd bits and pieces, a white blouse, a grey cardigan and grey pleated skirt. 'That's an adult Schoolgirl dress up outfit' Joanne's mind shrieked at her, and she looked away embarrassed for Wendy more than herself. "I am so sorry," Wendy exclaimed when Joanne turned back the clothes were crumpled up under one arm. "We went through a phase in the eighties," was the only information Wendy would offer up. "No, I understand," Joanne offered in support. In the sex shop she had seen plenty of uniforms along with other things she had no idea existed for sex. "I will take these out of your home I know you are a little prudish about this sort of thing." Wendy began to close the case, not realising what she had said had really caught Joanne by surprise. And Joanne was a little hurt at being called a prude. Sure she was no wild sex goddess who slept with tons of men or dressed up in slutty little outfits but she had a viberator and that sort of thing a prude does not own. She wanted to say as much but instead said, "I am not that much of a prude, Alan likes police women uniforms." Joanne had only dressed up the once but Wendy did not need to know that. Wendy smiled and nodded, "It's the handcuffs I think." She slipped the rolled up uniforms into the front pocket of the case and did that zip up next. "Are you sure you will be okay with that bill, it looks awfully big." Joanne helped Wendy take the suitcase off the table, "Yes certain, it's nothing you should worry about." Her hand went absently to her swollen belly. Wendy saw that and sighed, "I can give you two hundred pounds that will cover it you would only need to find the odd pence then." Joanne was shaking her head her mouth open to protest, "You can pay us back." "When? How?" Joanne asked exacerbated. It was a few days later that Joanne realised that she had been led up the garden path by Wendy, by then it was too late. "You can do a little something for me, well for us." Wendy said quickly. She saw Joanne's shoulders hunch up her back straightening, "It is not sex or touching, its well...seeing the uniforms I remembered how much Keith enjoyed just looking at me..." Wendy looked at Joanne letting her fill in the blanks. "You want me to dress up for Keith?" Wendy nodded slowly, "He can look no touching, two hundred pounds." Joanne was shaking her head, her cheeks red. Wendy pulled the handle up on the suitcase, "you know where I am if you change your mind." Wendy turned and walked off wheeling the suitcase behind her as she went.