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There Goes The Neighborhood

By: Kippy189



Author's note: This story has swapping, infidelity, watching your wife with other men, drugs and some violence (not against women), so if any of that bothers you don't read any further. I have very little knowledge about drugs (or many things) so please forgive me if my story is loose with the facts. 

Chapter 1 - Introductions

Why did I become a tax attorney? Right now I can't think of too many reasons except I make good money, have a nice house, a beautiful wife and work too many hours. I don't know why I work so much except my commute is awful and once I'm at work at O dark thirty, I stay until the rush hour thins in the evening.

My wife, Marissa, is a gifted Web designer and is able to work from home. She to works too many hours.

We live in a little town northeast of San Diego. We've got a few acres surrounded by orange groves, and a pool with a hot tub overlooking the valley. It's a gated community and somewhat exclusive.

I go off to work each day; work at least nine, sometimes twelve hours and then come home. With the commute I'm out before she gets up and not home until seven or later. Marissa always seems to have dinner waiting when I walk in the door. Then I go to sleep in order to get up at four thirty the next morning in order to beat the rush hour traffic.

We're both in our early thirties. As I just told you, my wife is very pretty, although she doesn't think so. She's petite with short dyed blond hair and has a pixyish quality that immediately endears her to males, young and old.

She had a rough childhood. Her father was an alcoholic and her mother left when she was an infant. Our marriage is far from perfect. I work too much and she carries a lot of baggage. She's positively anal about keeping a clean house and meeting deadlines for her clients; which is probably one of the reasons I work so much.

Me? I'm tall, HWP with looks that some women find attractive. I enjoy it when a nice looking woman gives me a second look, but I'm much more used to having men and women stare at my wife when we go somewhere. Having a pretty wife isn't all that easy. You have to stay cool when other men are hitting on her. You have to trust her because if you don't the marriage won't work.

Marissa is always polite when other men flirt with her. Since she doesn't think that she's attractive and she doesn't realize that all of these guys just want to get her into bed. She's kind of naïve that way. I guess that fortunately for me, what they don't know is that she's a dynamo in bed. At times our love making has lasted for hours. She can have orgasm after orgasm while I have to slow things down so that I don't cum to soon.

If only I could get Marissa to bang me more instead of her keyboard. She's always under pressure to get a web site up, or fixed, or something. I think that she's too willing to sacrifice her personal life for her clients; but whenever I bring that up she tells me that I'm the one that's always at work. Then she storms off and vacuums the living room so I can't argue back. But after she's worked off her anger with the vacuum cleaner we make up and end up having great sex.

Friday, when I got home there was a man walking down our stairs with my wife. He was a sort of dark, muscular, Mediterranean type. He looked to be in his early forties. Marissa was laughing at something he said. She saw me at the bottom of the stairs. "Brad, this is Tony, our new neighbor."

Tony was a tough looking guy, the type that women seem to be attracted to for some reason. I was sure that I didn't like him already. Little did I know that Tony was going to make my life a whole lot less boring.

"Tony just moved into the Swanson's house next door," she continued. "I was showing him our house."

"Pleased to meet you Brad," he said as he grasped my hand in a manly shake. I tried to match the pressure that he was exerting on my fingers; at least enough to let him know that I was a man's man too. "You have a lovely house," he added, giving my fingers one last squeeze.

"Thank you Tony. Actually Marissa is the decorator."

"Really? Maybe you'd help me with my house?" Tony gestured with his hands.

"Sure Tony, I'd love to," smiled my wife.

"You'd better ask your wife first," I smiled.

"That's no problem, I'm divorced," he paused. "Say, I'm having a little house warming party at my place tonight. Why don't you two come?"

As much as I didn't like the guy already, a party sounded great to me. "What time and what can we bring?"

"Any time after eight and don't bring anything. I rented a bunch of furniture so forgive me for how it looks."

"We understand," said Marissa.

"I can really use your help with decorating," he added, looking at my wife, a little too friendly I thought.

"It would be fun," she answered. How could she pass up a chance to spend money? At least it wouldn't be my money.

Chapter 2 - Party

We drove to Tony's house for the party. Even though he lives next door, with five acre lots it would have been quite a walk; especially for Marissa in her high heels. The door was answered by a cute, buxom girl in a miniskirt with a shot glass in her hand. A lot of laughter and drunkenness drifted out into the night. "Come on in," she drawled, turned and went back to the party. I couldn't help but notice that her skirt barely covered her butt. Marissa took my arm to pull my attention away. I looked down and she smiled sweetly with a look that said, "Don't even think about it."

As soon as I walked into the living room I realized that this party was different than any other I'd ever attended. All of the men, young, old and in between looked, I don't know, sort of rough. All of the women were young; several were attractive. And the way that they were dressed my Marissa didn't attract the usual attention she gets when she enters a room. Smoke hung in the air and I noticed that nearly all of the men were puffing on a cigarette or a cigar. I felt my eyes start to water.

Tony had a tall, beautiful girl on his arm. She was dressed in a tight fitting blue dress that showed her ample cleavage and was short enough to just cover her crotch. And she was dressed more demurely than most of the women here. Marissa saw my eyes roving and hit me on the arm. "I'd better get you out of here," she whispered.

"Marissa, so glad you could come. And you too Brad," quipped Tony when we made our way to him.

"Thank you for inviting us," she said as she handed him a bottle of our best wine. I'd suggested something cheaper, but got overruled.

"Thank you," he said. "But I told you not to bring anything."

"How could we come to a house warming and not bring a gift?" she added. I noticed several of the men standing around Tony looking down at the floor as she said this. I'll bet they hadn't brought gifts.

"Well thank you," he said and put the bottle, rather dismissively, on the nearby end table. So much for good wine. I got the feeling that Tony was more the whiskey kind of guy. "Please forgive the furniture and stuff; I just rented it, you know, until I can buy something better." For the first time I stopped looking at all of the young women and looked at his furniture. Yep, he was right, it had a rented look. "See what I mean by needing your help?" He said to my wife.

Then he turned to the redhead who'd been hanging off of his arm when we walked in. "Brad, Marissa this is Toni," said Tony. The two women nodded to each other.

"Another Toni? She's not your sister is she?" I joked. Everyone around us laughed politely. As I said earlier, Toni was fantastic. Did I mention her knockers? Like wow! Long red hair, green eyes, red pouty lips, and when she held out her hand, long thin fingers.

"Pleased to meet you Bradley," Toni breathed huskily. How did she know my full name was Bradley? I didn't usually like to be called Bradley. When she said it it sounded sexy as hell. I felt like turning to Tony and asking him to show us to a bedroom.

"Hi," I said lamely. She held out her hand and I took it. I only briefly dropped my eyes to her cleavage. I quickly looked back into her eyes and could see that I was busted. She gave me that beautiful woman smile that says she knows exactly what's going through your head. Her hand lingered in mine and reluctantly I let it go. I didn't want to get into trouble with my host; I was already in trouble with my wife. I could tell by the frozen smile on her face.

Tony then took Marissa's arm and led her toward a group of men smoking cigars. It didn't seem too important whether I followed or not, but I knew that if I stayed back with his girlfriend I would get into trouble with my wife, so I followed. We walked up to the oldest one. The guy looked to be about eighty. "Marissa, Brad I would like to introduce you to my boss, Frank Monassario."

"Incantato," he said. Taking my wife's hand he bent his head and kissed it.

"Che piacere incontrarla," she answered.

"Ok, I'd better go out and come back in if they were going to speak in some foreign language," I thought to myself.

The old man beamed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Tony, where did you find this lovely flower?" he said with a heavy accent. I looked at my wife and I think that she blushed.

Tony beamed, obviously pleased that his boss was happy. "She's my new neighbor."

Tony's boss physically turned Marissa away from us and began introducing her to his cronies. I was obviously chopped liver. I may as well been invisible. Tony turned back to me and put his arms around my shoulders and led me away as several of the boss's sycophants crowded around my wife.

"Well Brad let me introduce you to a few of my friends." He leaned over conspiratorially. "My uncle likes your wife."

"Your uncle?"

"Yeah, my boss and my uncle. All in the family huh?" I looked back at Marissa. She was laughing, encircled by a group of older men.

Tony led me over to another group of younger men and women who didn't appear to be wives. "This is my cousin Gino," said Tony, steering me to a short body builder type nearby. My hand was crushed by Gino. He introduced me to a few other guys, their girl friends didn't seem to matter; all of their names sounded Italian and it dawned on me that Marissa had minored in Italian. I did notice though that my hand was now sore.

When I commented on all the Italian names to my host he laughed, "We're a very close knit group. Don't worry, you're gonna fit right in." In fact, all of his friends and cousins were very impressed that I was a lawyer. That is until I admitted that I was a tax lawyer and then their attentions went back to the girls on their arms. I realized that it would be best if I quit being so forthcoming about the details of my career.

"Come on, let's get you a drink," he said and guided me over to a well stocked bar. I ordered a rum and Coke from the bartender. Taking a sip, it was mostly rum. I think that the bartender forgot to put any Coke in even though I'd watched him do it.

Then Tony led me over to a couple. I missed the guy's name as Tony said to me, "And this is Heather." Heather was short with jet black hair. Her boobs were almost hanging out of her skimpy dress and I could see her hard nipples under the fabric.

"Hi," she smiled in a cute little sexy voice, showing off her dimples. Suddenly I realized that Tony and the other guy had left and I was left to entertain Heather. I looked and didn't see Marissa anywhere and so 'reluctantly' I turned my attention back to Heather. Heather was impressed that I was an attorney so I didn't bother telling her my legal specialty. It turned out that she worked as an exotic dancer in the night club that Tony owned. It was fascinating.

We talked and she seemed to hang on my every word. But I couldn't help but notice that every now and then a couple would head upstairs, hand in hand. And then fifteen or so minutes later, return a little out of breath. The other guys would clap the returning guy on the back. Then when one of them came down and made a point of holding up a pair of thong panties it became a game and from there on every guy made a show of holding up the girl's panties when they returned. I began to wonder if any woman in the room still had her panties on except for maybe Heather and hopefully still, my wife.

"Do you like being a dancer?" There was no way I was going to say stripper.

"It pays the bills. Tony is good to us, ya know." No I didn't know. I kinda wondered what her job was like but I wasn't about to ask. "He let's us keep half our tips and we get extra for coming to parties." "In other words, he's a pimp," I thought to myself.

Somehow I was on my third rum and Coke when Heather pressed up against me and pressed her hand against my crotch. "Would you like to go upstairs?" she asked, giving me that dimpled smile. Her perfume filled my nostrils and I could feel that she was getting my attention; if you know what I mean.

Amazingly, as fate would have it, Marissa appeared out of nowhere and took my arm. "Dear, I think that it's time for us to leave. If you'll excuse us," she said to Heather, without looking at her.

I looked down and could see the daggers emerging from my wife's eyes. She pointedly looked down at the bulge in my pants and by the look on her face I knew that I was in trouble. There'd be no panties for me tonight and no sex for little Bradley who was quickly shrinking in my pants.

Marissa pulled me over to Tony and we made our regrets about leaving. He seemed genuinely sorry that we had to leave and said, "Say listen, Toni and I are going out to dinner tomorrow night. Why don't you join us?" I briefly looked at Toni and she smiled demurely. I looked back at Tony.

"I don't know, we have a long day ahead of us," answered my wife. "We did?" I thought to myself.

"Come on, tomorrow's Saturday and dinner's on me. I'll pick you up at seven."

"Well alright, but we insist on paying," said Marissa. "We do?" I thought to myself.

"No listen, I own a piece of the restaurant and it will be my treat." Tony seemed to be quite the businessman.

Outside, the first thing I noticed was that my clothes reeked of cigarette, cigar smoke and maybe just a hint of Heather's perfume; well that and I couldn't walk too steadily. Marissa was quiet as she purposely strode toward our car. "Nice party," I commented.

She turned and looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Did you know that Tony owns a strip club?" I asked.

"OH that explains it; a stripper hanging all over you."

"Well, exotic dancer is what she told me." Oops, big foot in the mouth Brad. I almost had to run to keep up with Marissa as she charged to the car.

Chapter 3 -- Man talk

Saturday afternoon, before our dinner date with Tony, I was out washing Marissa's Jag in the driveway and saw a big black Mercedes drive by; then stop. It backed up and pulled into our driveway. The door opened and out stepped Tony. "Hey Brad, how's it going?" He had on jeans and a sports shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, showing off his hairy chest. Honest to God, he was wearing a heavy gold necklace.

"Great Tony. Beautiful day isn't it."

We chatted about the weather and about the Chargers. He even helped me wash the car. When it was done I offered him a beer and he accepted. We went into the house and as I got two beers from the refrigerator, Marissa walked in. "I thought I heard voices down here."

"Ah Marissa, my little flower," said Tony bowing and taking her hand. He kissed it and we all laughed. "You look lovely as always." And she did. She was wearing tight jeans, a white blouse unbuttoned enough to give you an occasional peek at the top of a white bra, and open toed sandals.

"Would you like a beer, dear?" I asked.

"No thank you. If you gentlemen would excuse me I have appointments with my hairdresser and manicurist. You want me to look beautiful tonight don't you?"

"Marissa, you're already more beautiful than words can express," answered Tony.

I smiled, "Quit flirting with my wife." Marissa left, grinning from ear to ear. She was eating up the attention.

"You're a very lucky guy my friend."

"That I am," I agreed.

We took our beers out to the back deck and sat next to each other, facing the pool. "You've got a nice place here. Ah this is the life." He sighed contentedly. "Well Brad did you enjoy my little party the other night?"

"Sure Tony it was great," I said while thinking it was one of the most bizarre parties I'd ever been to. It was more like a bachelor party.

"What did you think of Heather?"

"She was, ah, very nice."

"She had the hots for you, or didn't you notice?" I smiled as I remembered her propositioning me just before Marissa showed up. "You know, just between us, I could set you up with her."

"Thanks Tony, but I think I'd better pass."

"Come on Brad don't tell me you wouldn't have liked to fuck her." This conversation was unbelievable. "Men weren't made to be faithful to one woman," he continued, lightly punching my arm. "Although, I have to admit with a wife as pretty as yours; you don't need to fuck around." He waited for a minute, looking pensive. "Is Marissa as good in bed as she is to look at?"

"Jesus Tony!"

"Come on, tell your old buddy. Is she good in the sack?" I smiled at him and shook my head as if to say 'wouldn't you like to know'. "Hey, would you like a cigar?" he asked.

"No thanks."

"Cuban?" I shook my head no. "Do you mind if I have one?" he asked as he pulled a cigar from his shirt pocket. After going through the light ritual, he blew smoke in the air. "You know all of the broads I go out with have fake boobs. It's refreshing meeting someone like your wife who doesn't feel like she needs big tits to make herself attractive."

I was starting to figure out why Tony was divorced.

"Say do you mind if I get another beer?"

"I'm sorry, let me get you one."

"No that's ok. You just stay there." He jumped up and went into the kitchen, smoke trailing in his wake. I drained my beer just as he returned with four more in his hands. He handed me two. Twisting the cap off of one of his he said, "Evviva," and lifted the bottle to me.

I had no idea what he said, but guessed, "Cheers," I responded, twisting the top off of mine and taking a drink.

We finished our second beers and opened a third while he told me how good his wife had been in bed. "So why'd you get divorced?" I asked.

"The bitch was fucking her dentist." He thought that was funny and started to laugh. "I'll tell you that little prick wished he'd never met my wife." I was afraid to ask why. I wondered if the dentist still had all of his teeth.

"Your marriage good? Your wife ever step out on you?"

"Oh well, we have our ups and downs, but no, Marissa's never cheated."

"How can you be so sure? She must get hit on all the time."

"I just don't think she ever has. I think that I would know."

"She's alone here all day isn't she? Maybe the pool guy has a big package." He grabbed his groin to emphasize his meaning.

"I just don't think that she ever has Tony."

"How about you? You ever cheat?" This was getting a little too personal so instead of answering I took another drink of beer. He looked over at me and grinned. I must have blushed or something. "You have someone on the side don't you."

"No, nothing like that."

"Like what then?"

"One time at a conference."

"Only once? You pussy. Shit I've heard about those conferences. How often do you go?"

"Once, sometimes twice a year. I usually take Marissa."

"So you and Marissa are good then? I mean in bed."

"Yeah, generally. I mean she's great in bed; I could use it a little more often I guess." I couldn't believe that I was having this conversation with a near stranger. The second beer had loosened up my tongue too much.


There Goes The Neighborhood



Many thanks to my muse, DirtyDebbie. Anything good about this story she gets credit for -- any blame I get! 

*

Debbie and Rob are an attractive couple basically living the suburban dream in a five house cul de sac called Travers Lane. They have a nice house with a backyard pool, decent incomes, nice families, and good friends. 

Debbie could most easily be described as a "buxom" lass. She's 5'1", 130 pounds of sleek womanhood with eye-popping DD boobs. Her blond hair is medium length and her complexion almost flawless, making many people believe that she's younger than her thirty one years. This is Debbie's second marriage and she has no communication with her slimy ex.

Rob is nine years older than Debbie but in good shape and with a young attitude on life. This is also his second marriage but his ex is not a witch and they get along as well as could be expected. He and his ex-wife share custody of their eight year old daughter, Madison.

Debbie and Rob got it right this time. They are almost completely simpatico, have a healthy sex life, and non-judgmental open minds when it comes to relationships and life styles.

Rob and Debbie's best friends on Travers Lane are their next door neighbors Janet and Wally. Janet and Wally are in their mid-thirties and very similar to Debbie and Rob in appearance. Large breasted Janet in particular looks much like a six inch taller version of Debbie with brown hair. Wally is a little more muscular than Rob and about an inch shorter with a heavier beard but otherwise they are very similar too. The two couples are sometimes mistaken as being related.

Before the first week of June of the second full year Debbie and Rob lived on Travers Lane two of the houses were occupied by residents with four kids each, and the last of the five by a couple in their 70s that pretty much kept to themselves.

Life on Travers Lane was friendly and simple until that fateful first week in June. It remained friendly but got complicated when in that one week the two large long-time resident families moved out and two new families moved in.

The two new families only had two and three members respectively. The two member family consisted of Kim and Jerry Appleton. Kim is 35 years old, 5'3" tall and about 115 lbs. with 34D boobs that are expanding since she is a little over five months pregnant with her first child. She has long curly dark brown hair, large beautiful brown eyes, a regal nose, and full lips seemingly always in a smile. 

Brenna and Max Simpson and their three month old baby Brittany are the three member family. Brenna is only 20 years old, twelve years younger than her husband Max, a child bride. Despite their disparate ages they seem well suited for each other since Brenna is mature and sophisticated for her age while Max is not. 

Brenna is as attractive as the other women on Travers Lane and the most striking given her at least 5'9" height. She has regained her pre-pregnancy weight of 140 lbs. and retains her milk-filled 36D boobs since she nurses. She usually wears her long dark brown hair provocatively "tussled," which combines with the small gap between her front teeth to provide a very alluring vision. Her brown eyes -- almost as big and glamorous as Kim's -- always seem to be hiding some mysterious secret behind them.

Debbie and Rob had the new families, and their long-time buddies Janet and Wally, over for a cookout once the newcomers had completed unpacking. Everyone got along famously even before the booze started flowing, and once it did they were like lifelong friends.

Of course nursing Brenna and pregnant Kim didn't drink but their husbands consumed their share. When at one point all four women were clustered around a desert tray chatting a buzzed, but not-yet-drunk, Wally had probably the most obvious observation in Travers Lane history.

"Travers Lane has got to have the largest average breast size of its female occupants as any street in the state; let's toast to big boobs!"

Everyone laughed, the guys drained their beers, and the women shook their boobies.

At one point during the festivities Brittany started crying so Brenna nursed her. Brenna did not have even the slightest inhibition or modesty as she whipped out her big milk-laden left boob and Brittany instantly latched onto it. Brenna carried on normal conversations with Rob, Wally and Kim as Brittany sucked away.

Debbie was amused and fascinated not only by Brenna but by her other new friends. Before her faculties were even slightly impaired she conducted "interviews" with each of them. Given two drunk guys in Jerry and Max and two free spirits in Brenna and Kim, Debbie got two years' worth of intelligence in two hours. The next day she couldn't wait to tell Janet what she had learned. Sitting at her kitchen table drinking coffee while Wally and Rob were out playing golf she excitedly conversed with Janet.

"How did you enjoy the party, Janet?" Debbie giggled.

"What I remember was really fun. Unfortunately I got too drunk to perceptively witness the finale," Janet replied, sipping her latte.

"Well I have lots of insight about our four new neighbors," Debbie said almost unable to restrain her enthusiasm.

"Then let loose, babe," Janet laughed.

"First of all the scoop on Kim. She used to be a stripper and show girl in Vegas and one year won 'Showgirl Of The Year!' Her libido has soared since she got over morning sickness and has just about worn her hubby Jerry out. She loves tit fucking and orgasms from a good tit fuck as hard as a pussy fuck," a wide-eyed Debbie related.

"How in the fuck did you find all that out?" an even wider-eyed Janet asked.

"Kim told me about everything except the tit fucking which drunk Jerry went on and on about while describing Kim's dramatic increase in tit size and his fascination with her nipples," Debbie related, grinning.

"What about Brenna?" Janet excitedly inquired.

"She was on her way to being a tennis pro before she hurt her elbow and now even has trouble holding Brittany in her right arm for extended periods of time. Her thighs are still steel-cable like and if she wraps them around a guy she can fuck him unconscious, at least she has done that to Max according to him. Despite her young age she and Max have participated in 'swinging' events on several occasions, including a near-orgy when she was three months' pregnant. Her breasts put out much more milk than Brittany can consume so Max has taken it upon himself to suck as much milk from her boobs as he can, although even with that she has to pump some excess out," Debbie gushed.

"Holy shit!" Janet exclaimed, hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand. "All right, what about Max and Jerry?"

"Jerry is seven years younger than Kim and used to work as a male stripper -- that's how he met Kim. They worked on different stages in the same establishment. Jerry has a dick as big as you would expect for a male stripper and fucks Kim twice a day, which happily stresses him out. His tongue is unusually long too," Debbie babbled so quickly that Janet almost couldn't understand her. "He owns a sex toy business."

"WOW -- you should become a police investigator. You got all this in one night?" Janet posited. 

"There's a lot more that I haven't told you," Debbie giggled.

"All right, what about Max, then?" Janet bubbled.

"You mean aside from suckling milk from his wife's boobies, you mean?" Debbie laughed. "He was Brenna's tennis coach for a while but is independently wealthy and doesn't need to work, though he does."

"You're making this shit up," Janet snarled.

"It's all true, I swear," Debbie sternly replied making the "scout's honor" symbol. "Brenna says that Max can fuck all night. Also, not to give you a big head or anything, but Max really liked your looks," Debbie winked.

"Really? What did he say? Give," Janet said jumping out of her seat.

"Well he was drunk, but he and Jerry were talking about swinging and he pointed over to you and said 'I've got dibs on that hot piece of ass with the DDs,' pointing toward you. He had to be drunk though if pointing to you instead of me," Debbie laughed.

"You bitch," Janet blurted out as she flushed with a combination of embarrassment and excitement.

"So," Debbie continued, "the question is what do we do now? If we want to turn this cul de sac into a swinger's paradise we may have the ability to do it. Knowing how Wally and Rob were looking at our two new additions, especially with Wally's comments about how 'fucking hot' pregnant women are, and Rob's drooling while watching Brenna nurse all we have to do is say the word and I'll bet we could have an orgy within two weeks."

Janet sat silently in deep thought occasionally sipping her neglected latte. Debbie just twirled the curls in her blond hair. After what seemed like eons Janet spoke. "Are we on a dangerous slope here? Life is good now -- will it get better or simply riskier?"

"I suggest that we talk to our husbands separately, then together with them, and decide how to proceed," Debbie said. Then she jumped up, yelled "I'm horny -- I'm going skinny dipping to relieve the tension," then stripped off her clothes as she ran toward the pool, closely followed by bare-ass Janet.

By that night Debbie and Janet had independently decided that they wanted to sample their new neighbors since both were studly good looking guys. Therefore they set out to work their magic on their husbands. 

Debbie arrived in bed naked and left the nightstand lamp on. She straddled Rob and rubbed her enormous tits in his face causing him to suck, lick, and massage her awesome mammary glands. While Debbie was sure that this would render Rob's pole steel hard not wanting to leave anything to chance she extricated her boobs from his active mouth and hands and started sucking his cock.

Rob's dick was already hard and aching for some action but Debbie lightly licked and sucked it until her leaking pussy was aching as much as his cock. She then briefly deep-throated him, resulting in a mighty groan from Rob, then moved her pussy to above his upright dick and impaled herself on him.

After five minutes of "ride 'em cowgirl" she squeezed his cock with her pussy as he bucked upwardly, resulting in several blasts of cum deep enough inside her to render them both almost comatose. When Debbie regained cognizance she kissed Rob's cheek and then put on her sales pitch.

"That was one fabulous fuck big boy," she muttered softly into his ear.

"Fuck yeah," was Rob's intelligent reply as he fondled Debbie's fun bags.

"You like big tits, don't you, Rob" she quietly whimpered.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Our new neighbors have nice tits, don't you think?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Wouldn't it be fun to swing with our new neighbors?" she continued gently stroking his cock as he pinched one of her nipples.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Shall I arrange an orgy for the Saturday after next?" she quietly asked, engulfing his entire cock in her mouth as soon as the word "next" exited it.

"Fuck yeah!"

Debbie wasn't sure that Rob really knew what he was agreeing to but he had so she was going ahead, while giving head!

Janet's approach, next door at almost exactly the same time, was even more direct. As she was riding Wally while he massaged her boobs she quietly groaned "I'll bet you'd love to fuck Brenna and Kim's tits, wouldn't you?" then squeezed his cock with her pc muscles.

"Oh fuck, yes," was his reply as his dick was strangled.

"You'd like Max to pump me full of cum too, wouldn't you?" she whispered, then immediately choked his cock again.

"Oh God, yes, yes!" he exclaimed.

"I'm gonna organize an orgy for a week from Saturday, OK?" Janet moaned as she once again squeezed his cock, then pulled herself free and deep-throated him, causing him to immediately bust his nut as he groaned, "Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah!"

"Glad that he agreed," Janet thought to herself as she smiled inwardly while gulping down Wally's seminal fluid.

The next day Janet and Debbie met to review the night's activities and discuss how to proceed in the future.

"Well did Wally agree to an orgy?" Debbie asked smiling, as she poured Janet a cup of coffee.

"When I ride him and then deep-throat him he agrees to anything," Janet laughed, "how do you think I got my new car? How about Rob?"

"I think he agreed after I fucked him and before I started sucking his dick -- or it may have been while I was sucking it, I don't remember exactly," Debbie replied trying to act serious, "but he did agree!"

"What's next, then, Debbie?"

"Since Brenna and Max are swingers I don't think that we need to worry about convincing them, but we might need to do a little work on Kim. Let's invite her to lunch," Debbie replied.

Kim happily accepted the luncheon invitation from her new neighbors. After some small talk and jokes Debbie got right to the point.

"Say, Kim, after our last party Janet and I were thinking that it might be fun to have kind of a swap party a week from Saturday."

"What does 'swap party' mean, exactly?" Kim queried with a raised eyebrow.

"Well it means that we exchange partners during the party for some major fun. I think that you already know from talking to Brenna that she and Max are swingers," Debbie replied while sipping her lemonade.

"Yeah, Brenna did mention something about it but I thought that since she's nursing she might not want to continue," Kim retorted.

"Did she actually say that?" Janet asked.

"No, I just assumed it. In my case, however, I can't believe that anyone except Jerry would want to have sex with me in my present condition, even though I'm getting hornier by the minute despite Jerry fucking me often. My belly is getting bigger every day -- gross," Kim mused.

Debbie almost spit out her lemonade, laughing. "Are you serious? Do you know how many guys -- including Rob and Wally -- love preggo sex? That's no problem whatsoever."

"I'd hate to be the fly in the ointment. Are you sure?" Kim quizzed.

"Absolutely!" Janet responded. "How about Jerry -- would he be up for something like that?"

"I don't know. I could probably make sure that he was -- that is 'if' I decide to go along with it," Kim answered.

"How? I'm curious," Debbie said.

"When Jerry comes home from work you'll be naked in our kitchen supposedly trying on swim suits. If your tits are as nice without clothes as they look with them he'll be interested. He's a big tit man, which is why he's so happy with my tits getting bigger during my pregnancy," Kim cackled.

"Sounds like a plan," Janet cackled. "Now I guess we just need to work on you, Kim."

Things went smoothly for the next few days. Within two days horny Kim announced that she was "in" as long as everyone got STD tested; which Debbie and Janet agreed was a great idea. 

Brenna and Max were easy to convince -- actually "convince" is the wrong word, they just needed to be asked. 

Rob and Wally pretended to claim "foul" on how they were asked to participate saying that they'd agree to anything when their wives were fucking them. However, when Debbie and Janet made it clear that there was no backing out, or that they could go bowling during the party, they stopped trying to pretend that they weren't interested. That just left Jerry.

Kim and Debbie were waiting in Kim's kitchen for Jerry's expected 6 p.m. arrival on Thursday night. Right on time the garage door opened. Debbie was standing naked in the kitchen pretending to look at some bathing suits on the counter and yelling questions about them to Kim, who had gone into the next room. Debbie had her head turned away from the entry into the kitchen from the garage pretending that she didn't know that Jerry was entering.

Jerry froze as he walked into the kitchen. His view of Debbie's double-Ds was near perfect. He stood there looking for a good thirty seconds while Debbie continued to pretend to carry on a remote conversation with Kim. When Debbie did turn to face him she faked a startled expression, and then put her hands over her crotch so that her tits remained exposed, her nipples hard with excitement.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Jerry, I didn't expect you," Debbie blurted out.

"I can see that," he chortled.

"Could you cover your eyes, please?" Debbie asked, still making no attempt to move away or cover her boobs.

"Actually, I really like this view," he chuckled. 

Kim then came in with a robe and said "Jerry, you pervert, be polite to our guest."

"I am being polite," he laughed, "I'm appreciating her spectacular boobs."

Kim covered Debbie up with the robe, they picked up the bathing suits and Kim said "Come into the guest room to try these on so that we won't be disturbed, Debbie.

"Hey, I don't mind helping out," Jerry yelled after them.

When Kim and Debbie got into the guest room they tried hard to suppress their laughter. "I guess he's not going to be hard to convince," Kim snickered, "did you see how big his eyes were?"

Everyone had been tested for STDs by the Tuesday before the party and given a clean bill of health. While all of the erstwhile participants offered to help plan the festivities Debbie declined all of their offers since she had her own plans for the event. That didn't prevent the guys from conspiring. Jerry, Wally and Rob got together and agreed to make sure that each of them got to suck Brenna's milk-filled tits.

Debbie went all out in decorating her backyard pool area including with newly purchased and appropriately placed large width chaise lounge chairs with plush cushions. She had a simple menu, full of light but cum-producing foods, as well as a bowl of little blue pills and several canisters of "KY Yours & Mine."

She also decided that a few sex toys would be desirable so she planned to see Jerry when he was alone since she had been told that his company made them.

When Debbie saw Kim drive off to go shopping on Wednesday night she went to Jerry's back door and yelled in, while knocking on the screen door, "Jerry are you in there?"

Jerry popped up from behind a kitchen counter. "Sure am, Debbie, come on in. What can I do for you?"

"I was hoping that you could help me with some accoutrements for our party on Saturday. A little bird told me that you have a company that makes sex toys; you do, right?" she asked smiling.

"You bet; what do you want?" he inquired with a wide grin.

"I'd like two small butt plugs, two small vibrators, and a fourteen inch bendable double dildo," she replied, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed.

"What color?" he queried.

"Huh," she replied, either confused or nervous, maybe both.

"What color do you want the double dildo to be?" he questioned her, enunciating each word and taking pleasure in her sudden blushing.

"Uh, purple," she replied.

"What diameter?" was his next question.

"Uh, gee, I dunno," was her flustered retort.

"Let me get an idea," Jerry continued with a diabolical grin. He walked up to a stunned Debbie, backed her against a wall of the kitchen, then moved her loose shorts and panties aside and stuck a finger into her moist pussy. "Is this too small?"

Debbie let out a deep startled sigh, and then partially regained her composure. "Uh, yeah, I guess."

"How about now?" Jerry asked, his grin even more wicked than before, as he inserted two fingers into her quickly dampening cunt.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, momentarily closing her eyes. "Maybe just slightly bigger."

Although Debbie couldn't figure out what Jerry did next he crossed his middle and index fingers, slowly inserted them into her vagina while slowly oscillating them back and forth until his thumb touched her clitoris. She instantly climaxed, her knees weakened, and she started to fall to the floor. Jerry caught her and lifted her back up. "Looks like that's about right, huh, one and six tenths inches in diameter," he said, his clinical cadence and tone in sharp contrast to his wicked grin.




There Goes The Neighborhood



"Uh, yeah, well, sure, well, uh, OK," Debbie replied with half-closed eyes, followed by some more gibberish.

Jerry held both of Debbie's arms to support her until she regained cognizance. When her eyes finally opened completely and lost most of their glassiness he clinically said "You can pick them up here early afternoon on Friday, OK?"

"Uh, sure, yeah, OK," Debbie replied as Jerry turned her around and opened the door for her. Debbie stumbled home as her mind churned over the question "If I have a knee-weakening orgasm in sixty seconds with Jerry what's going to happen if I'm with him sixty minutes? Holy shit!"

When Debbie went to pick up the sex toys from Jerry on Friday she made sure that Kim was home since she didn't want another experience where she stumbled home after an over-the-top orgasm that would likely cause her to spill the sex toys all over her yard.

Saturday night the party goers' excitement was palpable. Brenna showed up with pink and blue streaks in her hair and a nursing bra as her top and short shorts that barely covered her ass. Kim arrived with a painted on top (except that her nipples were uncovered) and bottom, no clothing at all. Janet's dress was mesh and she had nothing on underneath. Hostess Debbie had on only pasties and a thong. 

There were no complaints from the guys, most dressed in shorts or bathing trunks and muscle shirts. Their eyes were virtually popping out of their heads as they didn't know where to look first.

After only about forty five minutes of socializing, eating lightly, and for all except Kim and Brenna downing a couple of drinks, Debbie announced a game to determine pairings. The numbers between one and fifty were written on pieces of paper and placed in an empty fish bowl. Everyone put their name and the number that they guessed on a ballot. Janet would reach into the bowl, revealing a number. The man and woman closest to it would be paired, then second closest, etc. If a woman got her own husband she could switch with anyone else, as long as it didn't also result in a pairing of spouses.

The couples also had the option of choosing a sex toy, in the order of closeness to the number.

Debbie and Janet had fixed the game. In case something went wrong they wanted to be sure that they got Jerry and Max in the first round. Therefore, not surprisingly Debbie and Jerry were closest, Janet and Max next, Rob and Brenna third, and Kim and Wally last.

Debbie selected one of the butt plugs and a canister of KY and led Jerry to the most remote padded chaise. On the way Jerry removed her pasties and his shirt despite her fake pleas to be patient. Debbie was so excited that she soaked her thong by the time that they got to their desired location.

Jerry started to undo his shorts but Debbie beat him to it, removing his belt, pulling down his zipper, and dropping them in an instant. Since Jerry was commando his already ninety percent hard cock almost poked Debbie in the eye as it sprang from captivity.

Debbie got on her knees, having earlier strategically placed a foam pad on the pool deck for that purpose, and started sucking, stroking his cock with one hand, and fondling his balls with the other. His dick was just what she had expected a former male stripper's dick to be, long and thick. While she worked her magic Jerry massaged her big boobs, focusing on the nipples. Debbie had intended to get him to blow in her mouth, but he had other ideas.

Once Jerry was rock hard and excited he lifted Debbie onto the padded chaise, shredded her thong, glared at her as he lubed up the butt plug, the inside of her tits, and his cock with KY, then lifted her legs up in the air. Adding some additional lubrication from her leaking cunt Jerry very slowly and methodically penetrated Debbie's asshole with the butt plug. Since it was a long but small diameter one, with a knob on the free end, and since he had lubed it so well he had it buried to the desired distance in short order.

Debbie was writhing around in a combination of discomfort and excitement as the plug penetrated her anus, a rare experience for her. The discomfort turned to joy when Jerry straddled her, plopped his big hunk of meat between her tits, and started stroking.

Debbie pushed her tits together and moaned in pleasure as Jerry pistoned back and forth, his long, thick cock energizing her entire chest and smacking her on the chin with each upstroke. Debbie didn't think it could get much better until Jerry grabbed the knob of the butt plug and reciprocated it back and forth in her anus in sync with the back and forth strokes of his cock.

Debbie had a rare tit fuck orgasm, then another, both enhanced by the reciprocating butt plug. Despite her orgasms she was aware enough to know that Jerry's grunting meant that he was close to climaxing. As Jerry released his hold on the butt plug and shoved his dick in her face Debbie wantonly took it into her mouth, sucked like a vacuum pump, and kneaded his balls with both hands. Within seconds he was lobbing cum grenades into her mouth and she was eagerly swallowing them.

Once the last grenade was lobbed Jerry sighed in satisfaction. Debbie wasn't quite done yet, though. She deep-throated his monster cock causing him to emit a combined yelp and groan, and then collapse next to her when she spit him out.

After Debbie and Jerry just lay moaning for a while Jerry turned her face toward his and said "Now I'm going to get even with you for that little deep-throating trick, which I have no idea how you pulled off."

"How are you getting even?" she giggled.

"With the Sicilian Corkscrew," he chuckled.

"What's that?" she asked wide-eyed.

"A more intense version of what I did to you Wednesday, and with your butt plug in you'll end up comatose," he replied with an evil grin.

"Oh shit," Debbie muttered, not knowing if she should be happy or scared. She didn't have time to answer that question in her mind because Jerry had already shinnied down to the bottom of the chaise and was fingering her pussy and licking her clit with his exceptionally long and muscular tongue, the butt plug still ensconced in her pucker hole.

Debbie had already experienced one mild orgasm from Jerry's fingers and tongue when she felt a more intense version of what she felt Wednesday. As he did Wednesday Jerry crossed his index and middle fingers, inserted them into Debbie's pussy until his thumb was at her clit, and then vigorously rotated his forearm. The combined oscillating and penetrating action of his fingers and the stimulation of her clitoris soon had Debbie writhing in a massive orgasm. It seemed to go on endlessly.

Just when Debbie thought she would pass out from the pleasure Jerry stopped. While keeping his digits in place but not moving them he allowed Debbie to come down from her orgasm. Then he lightly stroked the butt plug to start revving her up again, and then energetically repeated his Sicilian Corkscrew.

Jerry reiterated his Corkscrew, relaxation, butt plug reciprocation, procedure three more times until Debbie was little more than a gurgling happy pile of protoplasm. As Debbie mumbled "That was so fucking great," "please stop," "Holy Shit," and many other phrases that were nonsense, contradictory, or indicated delirium, Jerry got ready for the next phase.

After he lubed his dick with some more KY, Jerry turned the almost comatose Debbie onto her knees with her ass up in the air. Despite his oversized cock and her undersized pussy, made even tighter by the butt plug, the KY and Debbie's abundant pussy juice provided such a high level of lubrication that he was balls deep in one powerful stroke. Unlike the gentleness of the tit fuck this was a full stroke pounding.

Although she had already gone through countless orgasms the big dick pounding her pussy brought Debbie through two more before the telltale grunts started emanating from Jerry's mouth. As her pussy muscles involuntarily clinched Jerry's cock he started randomly moving the butt plug in and out. The massive discharge of seminal fluid into Debbie's cunt combined with the stimulation of her anus was too much for her to take, and she passed out about halfway through the fire-hosing of her cunt.

Meanwhile the other couples weren't playing tiddlywinks. 

Janet's libido was at a near record high. Until two weeks ago she had been satisfied having sex with only one man for the past nine years. Something about a good-looking swinger like Max, with a hot wife like Brenna, being sexually aroused by her made her crotch itch. When Max commented on numerous occasions leading up to the staged "number guessing" about how hot she looked in her mesh dress her pussy was more like a fire hydrant than a jewelry box.

When Max and Janet got over to their padded chaise Max planted kisses all over her neck and face as he slowly -- painfully slowly as far as Janet was concerned -- removed her mesh dress. Each inch of her bare body that was exposed was tenderly rubbed before the next portion was exposed.

As Max was slowly working on Janet she was trying desperately to get to his cock but he kept moving his pelvis away from her. Finally Janet got frustrated, ripped the rest of her dress off, almost tackled Max onto the chaise, and removed enough of his clothing to get at his cock. Max laughed as she frantically went after him -- that is until she got her mouth around his dick. Then he moaned as Janet gave him great head.

While Janet wanted Max rock hard she didn't want to suck him off -- she wanted to ride him. Once she was sure that he was ready she virtually jumped into the air, engulfing his entire cock in her leaking pussy when she landed. She then proceeded to buck, wiggle and twist like a wild woman as Max pinched her nipples or kneaded her boobs. Janet was so charged up that she plowed right through two orgasms, halting her cowgirl imitation for only a few seconds each time. When Max blasted her pussy her third orgasm caused her to scream then fall limply onto his chest.

Once the participants were completely lucid Max rolled Janet off of him, finally removed all of his clothes and retrieved a butt plug and a vibrator. He proceeded to lube the plug up, work it into her tight asshole, put the vibrator on low and hold it against her clit while sucking her tits.

Wally was fascinated by Kim's painted on outfit. He kept staring at it leading up to couples selection. Whenever Kim caught him she'd lick her lips, causing his dick to get harder and harder, and then say something like "I'm pretty gross pregnant, huh?" 

"You're hotter than the sun!" was his normal response, accompanied by his dick twitching.

Wally couldn't believe his luck when he was paired up with Kim. His first question to her, though, was "How in the hell do I undress you?"

"We get in the pool," was her smiling reply. "The paint is non-toxic, easily biodegradable, and water soluble.

Kim pulled off Wally's shirt and shorts then led him by his stiff dick down the stairs into the shallow end of the pool. As they periodically kissed Wally ran his hands all over her body. As he scrubbed her pelvis and boobs with his fingers and palms the paint dissolved away. His fingers found her pussy and pucker hole, his mouth found her succulent tits, and her hands stroked his raging hard on.

Once Wally was super excited Kim lifted his head up with both of her hands and looked him in the eye. "Since I'm pregnant our selection of positions is limited. I want you to take me from behind, underwater."

Wally grinned; that was a fantasy of his. They maneuvered to a part of the pool where Kim's pussy was about ten inches underwater when she leaned forward with her hands on the side of the pool. Wally held her hips as he methodically buried his cock in her cunt. They both pumped back and forth, the force of their movements toned-down by the pool water.

As Wally pumped away he periodically lightly stroked Kim's pregnant belly and gently massaged her engorged boobs. Her constant sighs and whimpers let him know that she was much enjoying his activities and urged him on. They both seemed to want this bliss to last as long as possible but when Kim took one hand away from the side of the pool and put it between her legs to stroke his balls at the same time that he thumbed her clit they both came with a vengeance.

The fear of drowning was probably the only think that kept them from collapsing into the water. They helped each other to the shallowest part of the pool and sat on the stairs. They kissed and giggled as Kim gently squeezed Wally's balls while he stroked her belly and periodically sucked her boobs.

Rob had been fascinated by Brenna since he first laid eyes on her. The little gap between her teeth, her devilish smile, and her erotica eyes had enchanted him almost as much as her milk-filled boobs -- "almost!" As soon as they were paired up Rob had to ask the question foremost on his mind.

"Say, uh, Brenna -- well, I'm not sure how to ask this, uh, but, if I suck your boobs will I be starving your darling little baby?"

Brenna laughed at that, her eyes flashing even more erotically than normal. "That is so sweet that you are concerned, Rob. However, my mammary glands put out more milk than little Brittany can possibly drink. I've been expressing milk all week and refrigerating it so that our overnight sitter can give her my milk in a bottle tonight and tomorrow morning, and I can use a bottle tomorrow afternoon and evening even if you guys suck me dry."

"That is so fucking hot!" wide-eyed Rob exclaimed. 

When Brenna and Rob sat down on their chaise Rob unflapped both sides of her nursing bra and immediately started sucking.

"Make sure that you only gently suck; no pinching or biting whatsoever," Brenna giggled while staring him in the eye and fishing his cock out of his shorts. When Rob had a small milk mustache after ten minutes of sucking Brenna said "If you want to suck some more you have to fuck me first. I like it sitting down, my back to your front."

With that Brenna stood up, pulled down her pants, undid her bra, pulled Rob's shorts off, and stuck her pussy in his face. "Lick me wet, dude," she ordered.

Rob was happy to oblige. After Brenna let out a loud groan while she shivered he knew that she had peaked. He gently moved her pussy away from him, put some KY on two fingers and stuck them in her honey pot, lubed up his cock with some more KY, and then turned her around. As he slowly lowered her onto him she grabbed his cock and aligned it with her well-oiled slit. 

Soon Brenna was bouncing up and down in sync with Rob's upward thrusts. She massaged his balls as he gently fondled her irresistible tits. The climax was mind-blowing. After some passionate kissing Rob returned to his fixation -- sucking her milk-dispensing tits.

Debbie was still out of it when the alarm she had set for seventy minutes went off. It was time for a switch. She didn't know who turned the alarm off but she did react when she was turned over and Max started lubing up her tits. Her butt plug had by now almost become a part of her and gave her a constant pleasant buzz. As Debbie pushed her tits toward each other while Max stroked away she not only felt great because of the pleasurable feelings in her boobs and butt but also because Max was obviously enjoying himself.

"The best non-nursing tits ever," was Max's constant refrain as he stroked away. Despite how much he loved her tits, though, it was clear that Max also wanted Debbie's pussy. Once he got the first rumbling in his balls Max stood up, turned Debbie on her hands and knees, and penetrated her snug pussy. The little devil also had a vibrator in his hand.

As busy as a one-armed paper hanger Max simultaneously porked Debbie's pussy, energized her clit with the vibrator, and slowly stroked the butt plug in her anus. The combination was overwhelming and as Debbie clutched the cushion on the chaise while concurrently screaming she knew that she would pass out as soon as Max's cum started washing her vaginal walls. Pass out she did as soon as his first cum rocket blasted into her pussy.

Debbie had no idea how long she had been out when she came too, only because she had to badly go to the bathroom. She gently removed the butt plug that had been her constant companion for hours, and staggered inside the house to go to the toilet.

When Debbie returned she was greeted by a memorable site. A number of large cushions from the chaise lounges were on the pool deck. Brenna and Kim were lying on them with their asses close together and the purple double dildo extending out of their pussies. Jerry and Wally were each coaxing milk from one of Brenna's tits. Max was between Brenna and Kim moving the dildo back and forth in their cunts. Janet was standing over Max receiving cunnilingus from him.

Even more amazing that those visions was what Rob and Kim were doing. While Max was reciprocating the double dildo in her pussy Rob straddle Kim's head and was fucking her tits as she pushed them together. Apparently she didn't want to take the chance that he might lay on her pregnant belly. In this position she also could suck his testicles, which she was doing with great enthusiasm.

Despite her fatigue Debbie was mesmerized by the entire "circus" in front of her. However once Rob sprayed out the biggest load she had ever seen from a tit fuck onto Kim's belly as Kelly screamed and writhed in orgasm, Debbie decided to go back to sleep. As she walked away she said to herself "Rob and I are going to have to try that position for our next tit fuck!"

Obviously this was a successful party.

Still tired from the battering her poor pussy and tits had received Debbie lay down on the closest chaise to the activities and smilingly observed them a few minutes more before she went to dreamland. She was awakened by another dick being inserted into her well used pussy as she lay on her side.

Obviously the dick's owner -- it turned out to be long time neighbor Wally -- had lubed it up because it easily penetrated her and smoothly moved in and out. She felt tranquil as it stroked within her; that is until the bastard moved a vibrator into contact with her clit. She was pinned in the spoon position and couldn't move the vibrator away so she clutched her own tits and held on until another mammoth orgasm overtook her, rendering her comatose once again.

Debbie awoke to the birds chirping. Someone had been nice enough to cover her naked body with a blanket during the night. The only two other people around were Brenna and her hubby Max, both naked but partially covered by a blanket. They weren't asleep though.

Debbie couldn't keep herself from staring as Max fucked Brenna's tits as Brenna pushed them together and played with her nipples. The nipple play caused milk to ooze out of her big boobs down onto Max's cock. Max and Brenna were staring into each other's eyes and if they noticed Debbie they didn't let on, and certainly didn't care that they were being observed.

Max and Brenna had tit fucking each other down to a science. Just when Max was ready to cum he stuck his now milk-covered dick into her mouth and she hungrily engulfed it and swallowed. Once he was spent he rolled over next to her and they cuddled, still half-covered by the blanket. 

After the enjoyable show Max and Brenna had just put on Debbie surveyed the party's aftermath. She laughed when she saw that the bowl of little blue pills was empty, and that the canisters of KY were strewn out all over the pool deck. She laughed even harder when she saw one vibrator, still running but obviously almost out of juice, on one of the chaise cushions and the other at the bottom of the pool. The well-used butt plugs were caked with hardened fluid and lay next to two of the lounge chairs. 

Debbie couldn't find the fourteen inch double dildo. On a whim she went over to Brenna, still moaning from her morning tit fuck, and lifted up the blanket. There was the purple monster, one end still in her pussy but with most of its length languishing between her legs.




There Goes The Neighborhood



As Debbie walked bowlegged into her house to get some breakfast and an overdue shower the satisfying feelings in her pussy and anus inspired her to start planning for next time!



There Goes The Neighborhood



"Hey buddy, you just let me know if you want me to hook you up with Heather."

There was no way that was going to happen, so I said, "You and Toni seem to be an item?"

"Toni? Yeah she's a great fuck. But I'm not looking to get married anytime soon. But she'll do just about anything I ask. Did you notice her tits?" Without waiting for a reply he continued, "You know she shaves her pussy. But then all of them strippers do. Does your wife shave hers?"

"Jesus Tony."

He playfully punched my arm. "Come on Brad, you can tell ol' Tony."

"No Tony, she doesn't shave her pussy."

"So is she a natural blond?"

I smiled and shook my head no; sure that he was trying to imagine what her golden triangle looked like. "One time she dyed it blond for me," I laughed.

"Jesus," he exclaimed. I looked over and he was staring out vacantly at the pool; trying to imagine, I'm sure, how my wife looked naked. "So does she sleep in the nude?"

"Tony, give it up," I laughed.

He grinned at me and took a big drag on the cigar and blew out smoke rings with a thoughtful look on his face. You think that my girl's attractive?"

"Yeah, she's gorgeous."

"Yes she is," he smiled broadly and took a big drag on his cigar. He blew a couple of smoke rings. "Say what do you say to us swapping partners tonight, eh?" He playfully punched me in the arm. I smiled and shook my head, wondering how his girlfriend looked naked.

"So why would anyone hire a tax attorney instead of an accountant?" Tony asked, suddenly changing the subject.

It took me a second to clear my head of the vision of his girlfriend naked. "Well generally I'm more knowledgeable about tax law than an accountant and if you have to go to tax court then I can represent you."

"How would you like to do my taxes?"

"Well sure, I'm always looking for new business."

"How much do you charge?"

It's much easier to answer this question when it's asked by someone who's not a relative or a friend. Was Tony a friend? So far he was just a neighbor, but then he could obviously afford my rates so I decided to answer with my normal rate. "I usually charge a hundred and thirty an hour, unless I'm representing you in tax court or in an audit; then I charge three hundred and thirty an hour."

He thought for a moment and didn't frown or grimace. "Seems fair, but if you do your job right I shouldn't get audited, right?"

"That's the idea, but sometimes the government likes to take a closer look at the 'why's'." I paused. "Especially for businesses that deal in a lot of cash and you own a night club and have a part ownership in a restaurant."

"Well I hate to admit it, but the Infernal Revenuers do seem to take an unusual interest in me."

"Aren't you happy with your current accountants?"

"Oh mostly." He lowered his voice and kind of looked sideways. "They're Jews, you know. It's just that I don't entirely trust them."

I was a little taken back by his attitude, but hey, who was I to turn down a new client. "Oh, I see," I answered.

After Tony left, Marissa came home. She did indeed look lovely. It's amazing how much more attractive the female of the species can look when their hair is styled.

We started dressing for dinner and while I put on my suit and tie I watched Marissa put on red bikini panties; followed by sheer, black pantyhose that made me want to run my hands up her legs. Next she took her short, short red dress out of the closet that showed her bare back almost down to the crack of her ass. There was no way she could wear a bra with it. As she pulled it on I finally had to say something, "I can't remember when you last wore that dress. Wait, yes I can, it was on our last anniversary; almost a year ago."

"Well you should take me out more often."

"I don't know if I can protect you when you look this good."

"Very funny. I just want to make sure that you look at me tonight and not at Tony's date. Here zip me up."

She turned around and I zipped up the short zipper that allowed the low cut back to just cover the top of her pantyhose. "I'm just not sure that Tony will be able to pay attention to his date." I didn't dare tell her that about Tony's joke that we swap partners.

She turned around and looked at me in the eyes. "Yeah right! Don't tell me that you don't think that she's a knock-out."

Discretion was the better part of valor here. "Well she is pretty, but her breasts are too large." This pleased her. "They're probably not real," I added.

"Duh," she said as she straitened my tie.

"You smell good," I said. I leaned over and kissed her neck while sliding my fingers under the top of the back of her dress, pantyhose and panties. I let my fingers slide down between her ass cheeks while my other hand slid under the hem of her dress.

She pushed me away. "Down boy." She moved back to her dressing table and added a diamond necklace that hung down to the middle of the low cut neckline of her dress. Matching dangling diamond earrings were added. And finally, she slid on sandal style high heels. She straightened the dress, pulling the hem down to about mid-thigh. "How do I look?"

"My God you look gorgeous," I said. She smiled and headed downstairs.

Chapter 4 - Dinner

Tony showed up promptly at seven. My wife answered the door and he acted like he was going to have a heart attack. "Mrs. Henderson, you look so lovely tonight. What do you say we ditch your husband and my date and just the two of us go out?" After a pause, "Oh Hello Brad. I didn't see you standing there." He laughed. So did Marissa, beaming at the compliment.

Outside there was a limo waiting for us; a uniformed chauffeur holding the door open.

I smiled when I saw that Tony's date was Toni. "Hello Bradley, Marissa," she breathed. My God she sounded so sexy. Marissa and I got in the back seat facing the two of them.

"I decided to get a limo," said Tony. "I didn't want to end up the designated driver tonight." He opened up a cabinet. "Would you like a drink?"

I tried not to look at his date too much. Of course she was gorgeous. Her long, red hair was swirled up on top of her head and I could smell her perfume over Marissa's. She had a black dress with a V neck cut down to show off her breasts in the best possible advantage. It was so short that it ended just below her crotch and displayed about a half mile of silk covered legs. She noticed me looking and demurely tugged the hem down a half an inch. I looked up and she was smiling at me. Then she crossed her legs hiking the hem back up.

When we got to the restaurant Tony got out first to help Marissa out. As Toni crouched over to exit she innocently put her hand on my thigh to steady herself. I felt a tingling in my groin as her fingers seemed to linger on my leg. "Down boy, down boy," I thought to myself, echoing Marissa's earlier comment. She put one leg out and her tight dress slid up her thigh to just below her butt cheeks. I sighed.

The restaurant was Italian, surprise, surprise. It was very elegant with old world charm. A quartet played in the corner next to a small dance floor. I was impressed. The maitre d was very deferential to Tony and led us to a table at the edge of the dance floor. A waiter appeared immediately and asked if we would like to start with drinks and appetizers. Without asking us, Tony ordered calamari and stuffed mushrooms for our table. We all ordered cocktails. Looking at the menu I noticed that there were no prices listed; therefore everything was too expensive for my budget. I guess it was lucky that Tony was paying.

We enjoyed our drinks and appetizers, well sort of. I ate a calamari and a couple of mushrooms to be polite. My drink was great and a new one arrived without me needing to ask for it. Tony noticed I wasn't eating and inquired, but I told him that they were great. I just didn't want to fill up before dinner. Tony kept us all laughing as he told us funny stories about cousins, politicians, judges, cops and business associates he knew. He knew a lot of people.

We ordered dinner and Tony ordered wine for all of us. We had a third drink. Dinner arrived. I had a plank grilled salmon with asparagus that was excellent. The wine flowed. Thank heavens I wasn't driving us home. I felt a stocking foot move up my shin under my pants. I looked over at Marissa. She was engrossed in what Tony was saying.

I looked over at his date and she smiled at me coyly. Then I felt her silk covered toes slide under my pant leg and she pursed her lips. Marissa laughed at something Tony said and I looked over. She was engrossed in their conversation and didn't seem to notice the surprised look on my face.

Throughout dinner, both women laughed at Tony's jokes and stories; all the while his date's toes rubbed up and down my shin. I had no idea how this was going to end up, but I couldn't think of a reason to move my leg away.

The band was playing slow love songs in Italian and after dinner Tony asked Marissa to dance. Of course I had to ask Toni. I took her in my arms and she pressed those big melons against my chest. She molded her body to mine and I felt myself getting an erection. She pressed against me. "Bradley," she purred, "you're making me horny."

I looked over at Marissa to see if she was looking at us and saw that she had her head nestled under Tony's chin and his hand was on bare skin, just above the back of her dress.

The way that Toni was dancing with me I was afraid that I was going to have an accident in my pants and I was both relieved and disappointed when the song ended. I let go of her and we turned and applauded the band. Marissa and Tony were still dancing even though the music had stopped. Toni laughed and said, "Don't they make a cute couple?" She turned and looked across at me with those green eyes. With high heels on she seemed to be the same height as me. Her lips parted. Now was when I should have led her back to the table like a good boy scout. The band started another song and Marissa and Tony continued dancing like young newlyweds.

Toni's lips brushed mine and she discreetly pressed her hand against my erection. I felt a little dizzy as her tongue penetrated between my lips. She broke off the kiss and as our bodies swayed to the music she whispered in my ear. "I want you Bradley." Her hand pressed against my cock and I had to step back before I creamed my pants.

"You're going to make me have an accident," I moaned. She laughed wickedly and moved in close. Just then I realized that the music had stopped and I was sweating. I moved away just in time to see Marissa and Tony walk toward us. Marissa was walking a little drunkenly, leaning on Tony's arm and didn't seem to notice the bulge in my pants. On the other hand, Tony did because he smirked and winked at me.

"Well what do you say we all go back to my place and have a nightcap," offered Tony. He called the limo driver and he was waiting for us when we exited the restaurant. Marissa continued to lean on his arm and when she climbed into the car he sat next to her.

Toni sat next to me and my wife rested her head on Tony's shoulder and went to sleep. Tony leaned over and turned off the interior lights and with the tinted windows it grew quite dark in the car. The driver pulled into traffic and I felt Toni's hand on my crotch.

In no time little Bradley was pointing down the leg of my pants, fully at attention. I knew how dangerous this was, but I made no effort to move her hand as she massaged my cock through my pants. All rationality left me. I only hoped that Marissa stayed asleep and that Tony couldn't see in the dark because I didn't want his girlfriend to stop. She brought her other hand over, unzipped my pants and pulled my willy out and squeezed it. If Tony turned the lights back on now I was toast. His date stroked my erection a few times, then she lowered her head over my crotch and her lips surrounded my cock. I knew that this wasn't smart, but what does common sense have to do with anything at a time like this?

The inside of the car was briefly lit up by a truck. In the dim light, I could just make out Tony's outline and he had to know that his GF was giving me a BJ. After about ten minutes of her wonderful ability to deep throat my cock I felt an orgasm building in my groin. When I came it felt like a gusher and god bless her heart, she swallowed it all, saving me the embarrassment of getting cum all over my pants. When I was drained she sat back up and tucked not so little Bradley back into my pants and zipped me up. Then she sat up but left her hand on my crotch, then leaned her head against my shoulder until we pulled up in front of Tony's house. Thankfully, she sat up and acted like nothing had happened.

The door opened and the interior lights came on. Marissa was sound asleep, snuggled against Tony's arm. He had a knowing smile on his face. As far as I could tell he had remained a gentleman and not taken advantage of my wife. I don't know if I would have been so good in his place, especially after I noticed her dress was riding up her thighs showing off pretty much all of her stocking covered legs. From where I sat I could see her crotch and the thin string of nylon going up the middle.

"We're here," he said quietly and Marissa's eyes blinked open.

"I'm sorry, I went to sleep," she said groggily.

"It's ok, you didn't miss much," he replied. I hope that he wasn't talking about the size of my willy. No, it was much too dark for him to see it. He helped her out of the car and half carried her into his house.

"Maybe we should go home," she said yawning.

"Nonsense," he replied. "The night's still young."

Inside his house, Toni took off her high heels and set them on a small table in the entryway, smiling at me demurely. Marissa stumbled a little and Tony said, "Take off your shoes." She kicked them off and he picked her up and carried her into the living room. She just put her arms around his neck and nestled against him while he carried her to the couch. I would have felt jealous if Toni hadn't been hanging on my arm; her breast pressed against my bicep and her perfume filling my head.

Tony gently sat Marissa down on the couch and asked, "What can I get everyone to drink?"

"I don't know about you, but I don't think that I'd better drink any more tonight," I said. I stood next to his girlfriend feeling very self conscious about her snuggled up against me. Fortunately my wife didn't seem to mind.

"Me neither," said Toni.

"You're absolutely right," he agreed. "Anyone mind if I smoke?"

It was his house, what could I say? He lit a cigar and then went over to a cupboard and took out a small leather pouch. He opened and withdrew a small plastic envelope filled with white powder. He split it open and poured it onto a hand held mirror. He extracted a razor from the pouch and divided the powder in four thin lines. I watched wide eyed. There was no way I was going to take hard drugs. He removed a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and rolled it into a tube before snorting one of the lines into his nostril. He gave the bill to Toni and she followed suit. She held the rolled up hundred out to Marissa.

"Go ahead, take a little snort," said Tony, holding the mirror up. Seeing Marissa's reluctance he added, "Here let's cut it in half." He picked up the razor blade and cut the line in half. "This little bit will just make you feel good, really, it's harmless.

Marissa took the rolled up bill and leaned over the mirror and snorted the white powder into her nose. "Whew," she lifted her head and coughed, tears in her eyes. She handed the rolled up bill to me. What could I do? I snorted the rest of the line. I felt like sneezing, but thank God, I didn't. Wouldn't that have been embarrassing?

Toni led me over to the other couch and we sat down next to each other. Tony sat down next to my wife. She had her eyes closed with a happy grin on her face. I was a little disappointed. I didn't feel a thing. Then within a couple of minutes I felt euphoric. We all sat there silently for what seemed like hours. My body swayed to some unheard music as I watched Tony turn toward my wife. He leaned his head over and kissed her. She raised one hand and placed it behind his neck and kissed him back. Her fingers combed through his hair while their lips smacked. And then she tilted her head back and he kissed her neck while her fingers messed up his hair.

Toni was watching them too as he put his hand on Marissa's hip and let it slide down her leg until it reached nylon; then he slid it up, lifting her dress until her upper thigh was exposed. They kissed again as he reached behind her back and unzipped the short little zipper. He slid the strap off of her left shoulder until her pert little breast was uncovered and then he leaned over and kissed her nipple. My wife giggled.

I looked at Toni. She looked at me and smiled seductively and stood as she pulled the straps off of her shoulders to reveal her magnificent breasts. She peeled the dress off and it slid to the floor. Standing before me, smiling, she hooked her thumbs into her pantyhose and thong bikini. With one fluid motion they slid down her legs. She draped them over my shoulder then leaned over and kissed me. Slowly straightening back up, she let her breasts brush against my face. I kissed a nipple as it went by. She held the back of my head against her while she straightened up and I kissed her flat tummy.

She moved aside and I saw that Marissa was watching us with an amused look on her face. Tony was kissing her neck while he pinched her nipple between his fingers. Then Toni moved back and knelt between my legs. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled little Bradley out. Although little Bradley was now as big as he got.

I closed my eyes. I must have zoned out for a moment. When I opened my eyes I was still sitting on the couch, but I looked down and there was Toni, kneeling between my legs. Her luscious red lips were around my hard rod. My pants were pulled down around my knees. I didn't remember doing that, but who cared. Her lips slid up and down my pole. My God I think I'd died and gone to heaven. The sensation was incredible. No, incredible doesn't describe it. I heard someone say, "Oh Jesus," and then realized it was my voice.

I looked over Toni's head and my eyes focused on Marissa and Tony. She was standing with her back to him, looking at me with a challenging look. Then she smiled and looked at him over her shoulder as she slid her dress down her legs to the floor. She turned around, stepping out of the dress and straddled his hips. Bending her head down she kissed him as he brought his hands up and grasped her pantyhose covered ass cheeks. They continued to kiss and he brought his hands up to cup her small naked breasts.

"Oh Jesus," I groaned again as Toni took my entire rod down her throat. While I wanted to watch Tony and my wife, my eyes closed involuntarily while Toni gently bobbed her head over my cock. When she finally came up for air I opened them again just as Marissa stood and peeled off her pantyhose and panties as he peeled off his shirt. Toni's head bobbed up and down and again I closed my eyes in ecstasy.

I heard my wife giggle and I looked over. Tony's pants were pulled down and she was stroking his cock to erection. Even from where I sat I could see that the size of his penis was what made her giggle. Even partially erect Tony's cock was bigger than mine when I was fully hard. She knelt down, licked his rod and took the head into her mouth while stroking the shaft. But then Toni descended upon my rod again, taking my breath away.

I finally had to pull Toni's head up because I was about to cum again and I wanted to fuck her. She looked up at me questioningly and so I asked her to climb onto my lap.

By now, Marissa was kneeling on the other couch, but bent over, with her elbows on the arm and her backside to Tony. He knelt between her legs and with his left hand, spread her pussy lips apart. Using his right hand, he directed his cock between those smooth lips and slowly buried his hard member into her about a quarter of the way. He backed it out and then slowly pushed it in half way.




There Goes The Neighborhood



"Ooooohh," she moaned. He pulled it most of the way out and then pushed it in three quarters of the way. "OOOhhhh Tony," she moaned again. He began pumping, slowly sliding in farther and farther with each thrust until his groin made a slapping noise against her butt cheeks. He pulled back out. He plunged back in, she moaned and I wondered how it felt to her to have such a big cock in her pussy. "OH GOD!" she moaned loudly.

Just then Toni stood up and blocked my view. Her beautiful melons brushed against my face as she knelt on the couch and straddled my legs. I looked down and watched as my cock slid between her pussy lips. "Oh yes," I heard myself groan, far away.   

"Oh yes Bradley, oh fill me up," Toni breathed huskily as she slid down my pole.

I buried my face between her soft breasts as she began riding my cock. I could hear Marissa in the background, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh, oh Fuck!" "Oh Tony, oh God YES, OH GOD TONY OOOHHH!" She screamed. It sounded like Tony's cock was filling her up nicely.

I'm not complaining, mind you; my Toni was making my pole sing like a violin as she bounced up and down on it. Her soft breasts enveloped my face and it felt almost as good as my cock inside her pussy. She began moaning, no it was more like purring. The sound emitted from deep in her throat. My cock felt as big as a telephone pole and I felt like I could go on forever, even though the sensations were electric.

I realized that Toni was climaxing. Her eyes were screwed tight and her breath was coming in labored gasps. I became aware of sweat from her breasts on my face and then felt the coolness of my body sweat as it evaporated on me.

"OH BRADLEY," she groaned and her cadence became jerky as she orgasmed on my rod.

She then lifted herself off of me and I almost cried out in frustration. My cock was as hard as a rock and coated with her juices, but unsatisfied. But then she crawled over to the arm of our couch, and mimicking Marissa's posture, leaned over, presenting her backside to me.

I looked over at Tony and Marissa. They had changed positions and she was now lying on her back on the couch with her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. Again I became aware of her moans as his ass rose and fell over her. "Ahhh, ooohhh, yeah," purred my wife. "Oh God that feels good, oh, ah, OOOOhhhhhh!" Tony was breathing so hard I could hear him in between my wife's vocalizations.

I got on my hands and knees and kissed Toni's ass cheek. It was slippery with sweat so I ran my tongue up her crack, tasting her salt. My tongue advanced up her spine until I felt my cock come in contact with her vulva. We joined again and I felt like I could go on forever as I sank my pole into her pussy.

Chapter 5 -- Sunday Mass

I awoke. Amazingly Marissa was lying in my arms. We were on my couch still naked and there was no sign of Tony and Toni. Marissa snuggled her cheek against my neck and sighed. The smell of bacon frying in the kitchen filled my nostrils as she turned in my arms and pressed her buttocks against my groin. The smell of her hair mingled with the bacon and I felt myself getting hard. She pressed her soft cheeks against me and I moved my hips back enough to allow me to slide my cock into her. We made slow, delicious love to the sound of plates clanking in the kitchen.

I felt a presence in the hallway, but whoever it was receded out of respect for our privacy. I kept on slowly fucking my wife until she orgasmed twice before I let myself cum. Despite the drug induced pleasures of the night before, I had a very intense orgasm as my cum kept spurting into her womb until I was panting.

I think that we fell asleep because the next thing I became aware of was Toni softly saying, "Breakfast is ready." Marissa was still cuddled with her back against me and I could feel the sticky wetness of her backside against my groin.

I opened my eyes and looked at Toni. She was dressed in the same short skirt and blouse from the night before. I glanced at her legs and wondered if she had any underwear on. "How do you like your sausage?" she asked.

"I don't know. Marissa how do you like my sausage?"

"Hmm, I think that your sausage was fine. You dope."

Tony walked in wearing a suit and tie. "Ok you two, time to get up for breakfast."

Marissa got up and began gathering her clothes. I was amazed at how casual my wife and I were about our nudity. And then, for no apparent reason, I was tempted to ask my wife how she liked Tony's sausage.

I almost asked her when Tony continued, "I have to get to mass."

"Mass?" I said ignorantly.

"It's Sunday Brad," said Marissa. "Tony's going to church."

I made an "Oh" sound.

"It's an Italian thing Brad. Say, would you two like to join me? My mother would be thrilled to meet you and you'd make my uncle's day to see you again." I knew that it would make his uncle's day to see Marissa; his uncle didn't even know that I existed.

"Isn't Toni going?" I asked innocently.

"Uh no. Anyway, she's not Catholic." Tony gave me a 'get real' look. I suspected that his mother might not approve.

"Well, we'd better take a rain check... Besides, it would take Marissa two hours to get ready." I smiled at my wife who was getting dressed and got a 'you jerk' look back. "But thanks for asking."

"Well your breakfast is on the table, getting cold," said Toni.

"I have to drop her off and then get to church," said our host. "Here's a spare key. If you'd just lock up the house when you leave?" He handed the key to Marissa since I was busy pulling up my pants.

We ate rather quickly because I realized that I had to get home to walk Ginger before she peed on the carpet. Marissa stayed behind and cleaned up while I ran to our house and took the dog for a walk. She was still next door when Ginger and I got back from our walk. I hope that she wasn't over there vacuuming and doing general housekeeping.

Chapter 6 -- Party On?

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday went normally, but on Thursday several boxes arrived at my office by courier. After opening a couple I asked one of my junior accountants to begin going through and organizing them for me. Looking at the boxes, I wondered if I was going to have to hire more staff. Fortunately, Tony's previous firm had just done his quarterlies for him.

When I got home that evening, Marissa announced, "Tony's invited us over to his place Saturday afternoon for a pool party and barbeque."

"And you said?"

"Yes, of course. It sounds like fun."

"What if it's like his house warming party. That was a big frat party for all his male friends and acquaintances."

"It won't be. It will just be the four of us." She moved up and put her arms around my waist and looked up at me.

"Uh oh, that sounds like a repeat of our dinner out last weekend." I wasn't sure how I felt. On one hand the sex had been mind blowing. On the other, I wasn't so hot on the idea of Tony's big cock in Marissa again. I wondered if she was aware of his attitude about women and decided to bring it up. "You know Tony doesn't hold women to a very high regard."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean he thinks that women are only good for screwing."

"Don't you?" she asked, playfully running her fingers across my lips.

I smiled and shook my head. "You know what I mean." She didn't answer. "Are you planning on having sex with him again?"

She looked at me, clearly annoyed. "Are you going to have sex with his girl friend again?" she asked frostily. "I seem to remember you enjoying yourself the other night."

She had me there. "Besides," she continued, "Tony told me that you were the one that suggested swapping."

"I did not," I said indignantly. "That was his idea."

"Sure, sure. I saw you grinding up to his date while you two danced. You think I didn't notice your erection, or that you two were kissing."

Damn, women don't miss a thing. "I'll tell you what; I'll stay away from his girlfriend if you stay away from Tony."

She looked at me, frostily. "Fine."

"Are you going to take drugs again if he offers them?"

"Well, I hadn't thought too much about that," she said a little too flippantly. "It was fun though wasn't it?" When I didn't respond she shook me. "Well wasn't it?"

"Yes, I'm just not so sure how smart it is."

"Well I looked up cocaine on the internet and as long as a person only uses it occasionally it's completely harmless."

Friday I was just about worthless at work. All that I could think about was whether I'd be able to turn down the chance to fuck Toni again. It had certainly been fun the other night, but now as I replayed in my mind the image of Tony fucking my wife, I was feeling insecure. I was dying to ask Marissa how Tony's big cock felt inside of her, but I was too afraid of the answer. All of the classic male questions were running through my head. What if she preferred his big cock to mine? Even so, I hid behind my desk most of the day with a hard-on.

I got a call from home in the afternoon from Marissa. She had just gotten back from the store and was anxious to model the new bathing suit that she bought. "You know it's amazing, but the more that you pay the smaller they are," she said. It certainly got my imagination going. Without telling her I decided to leave work early.

When I got home Marissa was dismayed to see me get home. "I'm not ready," she pouted. "You go change into something comfortable. Then get a beer and go out by the pool and I'll join you when dinner's ready."

Thirty minutes later I sat out by the pool with a swim suit on and an almost empty bottle of beer. Marissa came out, almost on queue with a bucket of beer and hors d'oeuvres wearing a white crochet cover up. I couldn't see the suit underneath because the mesh was too tight.

She handed me a cold beer and dipped a baby shrimp in sauce and stuck it in my mouth. I reached up and untied the top string on her wrap. She backed away. "Ready to see my new suit?" she asked. I nodded yes, grinning. She untied two more strings, holding the wrap in place. Slowly she let it slide off of her shoulders while holding the sides closed with her hands. The top of her new bikini was crocheted too. It was amazingly tiny and did little more than form a white triangle over her nipples displaying the swell of her small breasts. She opened it up further until I could see her belly button. It then fell to the pool deck. The bikini bottoms were twice as large as the cups of the top. In other words, it barely covered her pubic hair of which a few strands poked out tantalizingly around the sides.

"Well what do you think?" she asked striking a pose.

"I'm speechless."

"Do you think I should shave my pubic hair?"

I thought about how much I enjoyed burying my face in her soft down. "No, definitely not."

She slowly turned around showing her bare buttocks. A tiny string went around her hips and down the crack of her ass. The little butterfly tattoo on her butt was completely visible. Marissa's butt wasn't perfect in my opinion; it was a little too square. But, big fuckin deal. "Are you going to go swimming in that?"

"No silly. This isn't for swimming." She turned back around and sat next to me.

"I'll say," I said, feeling like my eyeballs were getting sunburned.

We finished off the beer and shrimp and I asked, "What's the main course?"

"You're looking at it."

"Outstanding, but some of its still covered."

"You can take care of that can't you?"

I stood up and pulled my trunks off. My cock wasn't hard yet and kind of arched out. I walked around to the side of Marissa's chair and she obligingly took it in her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth felt wonderful and my cock quickly got hard. She sucked me for about five minutes until my knees got weak. Then I moved away and lowered the back of Marissa's lawn chair down flat. She lay down and spread her legs.

I knelt on the foot of the lounger, moved the tiny suit out of the way and lowered my head until I was able to kiss her smooth pussy lips. You know how some women's pussy lips stick out? Not Marissa; she was as flat as a little girl.

Chapter 7 -- Pool Party

Again we drove over to Tony's place. Marissa was only wearing her almost nothing bathing suit, the crochet cover and white sandals. I looked down at her cute feet and saw that she'd had little flowers painted on her red toenails. "I like your toenails."

"Thanks. They're cute aren't they?"

We drove into Tony's circular driveway, got out and rang the doorbell. Tony opened the door within a couple of minutes. He was only wearing a pair of boxer style bathing trunks. A gold chain hung down his hairy chest. "Come on in," he said. "You look fetching as always Marissa."

"Thank you Tony," she answered, flashing a flirty smile.

"Head right out to the back by the pool," he directed. I noticed that his house still had the rental furniture in it. As if reading my mind he said, "When are you going to take me shopping for furniture Marissa? I need to get rid of this junk."

"Anytime Tony, just give me a call."

"You know, I don't think that I have your number."

We were passing through the kitchen and my wife picked up a pen and notepad laying next to the phone. "Here's my cell." She wrote her number on the pad. "Call me anytime."

I looked out the French doors to the patio, hoping to see Toni, but instead all I could see was a dark haired women lying out on a lounger in the sun.

"Come on out. There's cold beer waiting."

We walked out and I was disappointed to see that it was Heather lying on the lounger, not Toni; although she was completely naked.

"I didn't know that bathing suites were optional," said Marissa as she took off her cover.

Tonys eyes openly looked her up and down, his mouth almost salivating. "Well beautiful, you're my guest. Whatever makes you feel comfortable." Marissa walked by him and Tony's eyes followed her naked ass. He turned to me and winked, then followed her out to the poolside.

Heather stood up and my eyes went involuntarily to her breasts. "Heather you remember Brad? And this is his lovely wife, Marissa"

Heather stepped forward and offered her hand to my wife, completely comfortable with her nudity. "Pleased to meet you." I don't think that my eyes had left her breast, but I pulled them up as she turned to me and held out her hand. "It's good to see you again Brad," in her cute little voice.

"It's good to see you too." I saw my wife stiffen and I wished that I had chosen my words more carefully. I forced myself to keep looking at her smiling eyes.

"Let me get you guys something to drink. Is beer ok?" asked Tony

"Sounds great," said Marissa.

He looked at me and I shook my head affirmatively. Tony walked over to the barbeque and opened a door to a small refrigerator underneath. He returned with four cold beers. Handing us one each, he pointed the neck of his to us and said, "Here's to new friends." We clinked bottles and drank.

We stood and chatted for a couple of minutes and I couldn't help but compare the two women. Marissa's bikini didn't hide anything and I thought that she looked like a Greek goddess next to the tanned, bustier and slightly taller Heather.

"Well have a seat," said Tony. He pointed to the four lounge chairs nearby. They were arranged in a row, facing the pool, with a small table between the two center chairs. Heather had been on a middle chair and a crumpled towel was on it as well as the other middle chair. Two towels, neatly folded, were on the two end chairs. It all seemed a little too planned to me and I was right when Tony directed my wife to the chair next to him.

We all drank a beer and chatted. I was having trouble looking across Heather's naked body to the other two, but what's a guy to do. I stripped down to my bathing suit and sighed. It was very comfortable out by the pool. There was a slight breeze keeping me cool, but little Bradley wasn't and was semi-erect. There must have been something about lying next to a naked woman. Go figure?

Heather turned over on her stomach and asked, "Would you put some lotion on my back Brad?" Oh fuck! I knew I was screwed. She handed me a bottle of lotion and I looked over at my wife. She didn't look amused. Tony, on the other hand, had a big grin on his face. I squeezed lotion onto my palm and rubbed my hands together to get it warm before I applied it to her shoulders. Self consciously I worked my way down her back. When I got to her buttocks I knew that I couldn't stop, so I squirted more lotion onto my palm and rubbed it into her ass cheeks. Trying to act natural, I continued down her legs. Little Bradley was at full attention by now.

Then Heather turned over. She had her eyes closed, fully expecting me to continue. "Fuck, fuck," I thought. I was totally screwed. I squeezed lotion onto my hands and rubbed it onto her chest.

Marissa turned to Tony and said,"Would you do me Tony?" She looked at me with a superior look on her face before turning over onto her back. I think that she purposely chose her words.

"Sure beautiful," he replied.

I squirted more lotion on my hand and handed the bottle to Tony. I finished Heather's breasts, God help me, and moved my hands to her stomach. I watched Marissa reach around her back and untie the top of her suit before Tony began massaging lotion onto her back.

I skipped Heather's groin and moved to her legs, but could help but stare at her extended pubis. I mean, are you supposed to put lotion there? We passed the lotion back and forth. I finished her feet and couldn't help but notice Tony spending a long time rubbing lotion onto my wife's ass. "I like your butterfly," he said, referring to the tattoo on her ass cheek.

"What the fuck," I thought and applied fresh lotion to Heather's shaved pubic area. She pushed up against my hand then reached down and held my hand against her mound. She looked at me sexily.

Tony finished with Marissa's feet and suddenly he got up. "Be right back," he said, disappearing into the house.

I looked over at my wife. She turned her face toward me and immediately saw where my hand was. When Tony returned, she rolled over onto her back, leaving the top of her suit on the lounger underneath her. He returned with a small leather case; and as the time before built four lines of white powder on the case. He offered it to Marissa with a short straw. Without hesitation she snorted a line. He followed suit and handed the case and straw to Heather. She sat up and snorted a line, then handed it over to me. With misgivings, I snorted the last line. It did allow me to move my hand off of Heather's pussy.

Meanwhile, Marissa laid back and Tony resumed applying lotion to her chest. I closed my eyes until I began feeling the euphoria as the drug took hold. I looked over at Heather. Her eyes were closed. Tony was massaging oil into my wife's feet and I wondered if he'd skipped her pubics. He stood up and said, "Come on; let's go for a swim." I could see that his swimsuit had a nice tent as he took her hand and pulled her up.

"I don't think that I'm supposed to get my suit wet," said my wife.

He shrugged, reached down and slid the tiny bikini bottom down her legs. "What suit?" he asked.

She laughed, kicked it off then ran and made a perfect dive into the middle of the pool. He quickly followed.

Heather turned onto her side and placed her hand onto the bulge in my suit. As I heard my wife squeal when Tony caught up with her in the water, Heather slid her hand under my suit and stroked my cock. "Do you like that?" she asked. I smiled and she began working my suit down my hips. I lifted up off of the lounger so she could slide them down. Then she leaned over and took me into her mouth.

While Heather's head bobbed up and down over my pole, I watched Tony and Marissa cavorting in the pool. At one time Tony was standing chest deep in the middle of the pool, looking around trying to find my wife who was swimming somewhere under water. Suddenly he yelped and went under water. Moments later both jumped up above the water and Tony's bathing suit went flying toward us. They were both laughing, facing each other. Marissa put her hands on his chest and submerged. He looked down and watched her for quite a long time. And then her head popped up and she took a deep breath before submerging again. It was then that it dawned on me that she was sucking his cock when she was under water.