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With the Neighbor

By: Paendragon



Another weekend party at the neighbors.

They were a young couple, in their early twenties, and very friendly. Teá, of course, wanted to go party. I wasn't so sure. Of the two of us, I'm the more antisocial, preferring more intimate gatherings to the usual loud parties couples their age seem to throw.

"For fucks sake, are you 32 or 102?" Teá had asked. "Don't be an old fart. You'll have fun. Besides," she leaned in, eyes shining mischievously, "Leigh is exactly the type of woman you used to . . . enjoy. And don't think I haven't seen the way you two look at each other."

I smiled in spite of myself. Teá loved to tease. It didn't hurt that she was right. Leigh was exactly the type of woman I would have gone for when I was single. Petite, athletic, small breasted. Not at all like Teá's incredibly sexy curves.

"Alright, alright, I'll go," I answered. "But if it turns out to be full of 50 college boys taking turns doing shots and barfing in the pool, I'm outta there."

She laughed. "Sweetie, if there are 50 college boys at the party, I won't NEED you to be there . . ."

I grinned and smacked her on the ass.

"Mmmmm, save some of that for later . . . old man." She was five years younger than my 32 years, and loved teasing me about it. She bit my neck playfully. "Now go get ready."

I dressed casual. Button-fly jeans, and a black t-shirt, with a pair of black hiking boots. Teá, of course, dressed a bit more elegant. A flowing, long, lavender skirt that accentuated her figure, and a clingy, white camisole-type blouse. She wore her deep brown hair loose to her shoulders, and topped the outfit off with a pair of white wedge-type shoes.

"You look beautiful," I whispered to her as she came down the stairs.

"Thank you," she smiled. "You don't look so bad yourself." She rubbed the light stubble on my chin. "I wish you would have shaved, though."

I smiled and shrugged. It was an old argument with us. I shaved for work, and any formal occasion, but otherwise I didn't bother. She had come to accept it as a personality quirk, albeit one that still elicited the occasional comment.

She shook her head and smiled. "Let's go."

I held out my arm for her. She took it, and I led her outside.

It was a short walk to the neighbor's house. The house seemed kinda dark for a party, and when we got close to the door, we could hear music coming from the back yard. Shrugging to Teá, I led her around the house toward the gate in the six foot stockade fence. Deciding it would be silly to knock on a fence, I pulled the gate opened for Teá, and we stepped through together.

I was pleasantly surprised. There were only about 20 or so people there. Most of them lounging on lawn furniture, or talking in small groups. There was, of course, alcohol, but it was hardly the scene I had expected. There were several people there who seemed to be in their early thirties.

"Teá!"

Leigh came walking over, and my jaw nearly dropped. She was wearing a white skirt that came to just above her knees, with a black tank top and a pair of sandals, her brown hair straight and loose, and coming past her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled, and her full lips curved into a smile. I had met her a few times over the winter, and found her attractive, but this is the first time I had seen her since it turned to spring. Her body was on display with the warmer weather, and Teá was right. Leigh was exactly the type I would have chased. 

"I didn't think you were going to make it."

Teá smiled as Leigh came closer. "I wasn't sure whether or not I'd get grumpy out of the house, tonight," she said, gesturing to me.

Leigh laughed, and looked at me. "Well, I'm glad you did. Hi John."

I returned the smile. "Thanks for having us."

"My pleasure." Her eyes slid down my body quickly, before she turned back toward Teá. "Would you like some wine?"

"I'd love some," Teá answered.

We followed Leigh to the bar they had set up, my eyes slipping low to watch her tight rear wiggle in the skirt. Teá squeezed my arm and chuckled, knowing exactly what I was looking at.

Leigh stopped at the bar and poured a glass of wine for Teá. I took a beer.

The two women quickly slipped into some small talk and I looked around the yard. I saw Derek come out of the house, his eyes scanning the yard, no doubt for Leigh. He spotted us quickly, and began to walk toward us, smiling. I nodded a greeting and held out my hand to him. He took it and shook it firmly.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

I nodded. "Thanks for the invite."

He shrugged noncommittally. "Leigh usually handles the guest list."

"Hey, baby," Leigh said, smiling up at him and sliding into his arms. "Where you been hiding?"

He kissed her cheek. "Just tired. I'll be alright."

Leigh frowned slightly.

"Now, now, Derek," Teá stepped close to him, threading her arm in his, causing his eyes to widen slightly. "Plenty of time for sleep later. For now, you have to introduce me to your guests."

Teá led a slightly bewildered Derek toward a nearby cluster of guests. I grinned at their retreating backs. "I almost feel sorry for him. She'll have him up 'til sunrise if she wants it."

Leigh laughed, and looked at me, smiling.

My eyes met hers, and I took a sip of my beer. Her green eyes held mine for a moment, before she looked away, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. A small, half-smile formed on my lips. Teá had always told me that my eyes had a penetrating quality that made them seem to have the ability to look right through you. To read your very soul . . . your thoughts. What intrigued me was just what thoughts were in her head to make her blush. 

She glanced back to me after a moment, tossing her head slightly.

"Would you like to meet the other guests?" she asked.

The small half smile never left my lips, and I shook my head slightly. My eyes never left hers. "I'm fine where I am." I've flirted with Leigh since the first time I met her. It was always fairly innocent, though, and was always returned. I always enjoyed it—what kind of man wouldn't enjoy flirting with a sexy younger woman?—and it was obvious by her reactions that she did, as well. This time, however, things seemed different. The blushes, for one. And the way she couldn't quite hold my eyes. I probably shouldn't have continued, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. She smiled, but it was still an uncomfortable smile. I decided to let her off the hook. Temporarily, at least. "But, if you want to mingle, we can."

She looked at me a moment, licking her kips slightly, then shrugged and looked away. "I'm fine . . . I've already said my hellos." She tried to appear calm, but the way she began chewing her lower lip slightly gave away the lie.

I thought I'd try to put her at ease a bit. "So, how do you like our little corner of the country?"

"I love it," she answered. "I'm glad we came here." She visibly relaxed, as if thrilled to have a safe subject to speak of.

"So am I," I answered, my voice low, like a caress; my eyes still looking at her intently. She still didn't meet them, fully. Just glanced at me occasionally. Her face was still flushed. I began to feel a bit guilty. "It's a nice little community. Plenty of good people here."

"Leigh!" Derek called out from a nearby cluster of people. "You've got to hear this!"

I tilted my head to the side slightly, and held out my arm to her. "Shall we?"

She hesitated only a moment before slipping her arm through mine.

* * *

The night wore on. Oddly enough, I spent most of my time talking to Leigh. Teá was always on the move, being her usual social butterfly self. But I didn't mind. Leigh was ravishing. And as the night wore on, and the alcohol was disappearing, she became more and more relaxed around me. And the more relaxed she got, the more she settled back into the young woman I had come to know. And my flirting began to be returned.

At first it was harmless compliments. My eyes, or the tattoo of the eagle on my right bicep. Then it became a bit more risqué . . . like the way I filled out my clothes. The more we talked, the more she forgot about the rest of the party. All except Derek, of course. She seemed to be on the constant lookout for him. I got the impression that flirting with me right under his nose was arousing her in some way, and at the same time, she was loathe to get caught doing something seemingly indecent.

I wasn't the only one that noticed, either. Teá snaked her hand around my arm while I made my way back to the bar alone.

"Enjoying yourself?" she purred in my ear. 

I smiled. "I'm having a pretty good time, yeah. You?"

"Oh, I'm doing just fine."

We walked on a few steps in silence. Then . . .

"You going to fuck her?"

I missed a step, and nearly dropped my empty bottle. I shook my head. "Jesus Teá."

She laughed, a low throaty laugh that reminded me of my last experience with another woman. The one I keep jokingly referring to as the Kit episode.

"John, John, John . . . you don't think I can tell when you'd like to have that amazing cock of yours inside of a woman?"

I felt my cock respond slightly, swelling, and I chuckled. "Okay, maybe you have a point. But, her man is wandering around here somewhere. How do you think it would look to have him find my cock in his girlfriend?" It occurred to me, belatedly, that I had just, in a way, acceded to the idea of fucking my neighbor.

"He might like it," she said simply.

I laughed, and she joined me. Neither one of us found that likely.

"You let me take care of Derek," she said, just as we stepped up to the bar.

I turned to look at her. "You sure about this?"

"Oh yes. You just be sure and remember every detail for me."

My cock swelled slightly bigger, and I pulled her close. "You drive me crazy, Love, you know that?"

She smiled, and kissed me deeply, before pulling away. "Have fun."

I watched her go, fighting the impulse to go after her, pull her into a secluded area, and take her.

Instead, my eyes found Leigh standing alone, and I walked over.

* * *

The party had slowly thinned out, until it was just the four of us sitting on the porch.

Derek yawned

"Oh no you don't," Teá said. "You still haven't given me the inside tour." She reached out and pulled Derek to his feet.

Leigh and I both laughed as she dragged a slightly overwhelmed Derek to the backdoor.

"She's great," Leigh said.

"You have no idea," I whispered, watching them go. I turned to look at Leigh, and found her eyes on me. They were glassy and opened a bit wider then usual. I said nothing, just looked at her, wearing a small smile.

She stood up quickly, and I joined her.

"Maybe I should help with the tour," she said.

"I think Derek can handle it," I answered, stepping closer, my eyes boring into her. The alcohol had had an effect on me, too. I was aroused by the night's events thus far, and my inhibitions were lowered enough that I wanted to know if there was a chance of the fantasies I had been building in my mind about this hot little minx coming true. Still, part of me couldn't believe the risk I was taking. I really thought we could all be good friends . . . and if I was wrong about this, that would be all over.

"John," she whispered, looking up at me looming over her. "John, I can't."

Yes, she knew EXACTLY what I wanted.

"Can't, or won't," I answered. She still hadn't pulled away, I noticed. I almost growled with frustration when she lifted a hand and placed it on my chest as if to push me away. But she didn't push. She just held it there.

"Derek, and Teá . . ." she began.

"Won't be back for a while, yet." I finished for her. I was inches from her now. Her eyes looked up at mine.

"But . . ."

She never got the thought out. My lips were on hers. She stiffened at first, before melting into me slightly, and letting out a soft moan. Her fingers clenched, her hand gripping my shirt instead of pushing me away.

My hands slid downward over her body and rested on her hips. I pulled her against me, roughly, pressing my already stiffening cock against her. She moaned louder, and pulled her mouth from mine.

"If they come out . . ." she began.

I shushed her, grabbed her hands, and pulled her to the side of the house. I turned her to face me. "If they come out, we'll hear the screen door. Besides," I whispered, stepping closer. "I know you want this. I can see it in your eyes." And so do I, I thought to myself. My heart was pounding in my chest.

She looked at me and gasped softly, as if reading MY thoughts this time. I began to slide my hands over her body, from her hips, up over her breasts, to her face. I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip, my right hand cradling her head. She moaned slightly, and looked up at me, her face flushed.

I leaned in, close to her ear, and trailed my tongue around it. "Tell me . . ." I said, whispering. "Tell me what you want." If she said no . . .

Her mind seemed to battle her body. She was breathless. "I . . . I want this."

It was all I needed. My teeth raked across her neck, and my left hand tugged at her top, lifting it. I wanted to take my time and enjoy her, unwrap her like a present and explore every inch of her, but time was one thing we didn't have. Her bra came undone easily, and I lifted it up over her breasts, joining her bunched up tank top. My head lowered, and I sucked a nipple into my mouth.

Her head leaned backward, and I felt her hands clasp the back of my head, pulling my mouth firmly against her.

I growled low in my throat, and reached up under her short skirt to tug at her panties. She stiffened only a moment as I lowered them off of her, before she hurriedly kicked them off.

"Yes," she whispered. "Fuck . . . yes . . ."

My hand slid between her legs and my finger found her clit. I ran it over the sensitive little nub, eliciting barley controlled moans from her. The rushed nature of the encounter seemed to be pushing us both close to the edge. And her obvious arousal was driving me insane.

"John . . . oh God . . ."

My mouth drew harder on her nipple, and it firmed and puckered between my lips, pulling a gasp from hers. I slipped a finger inside of her. She was already wet.

I couldn't take it anymore. I tugged at my belt, and buttons, freeing my already hard cock, and pulled my finger out of her tight little pussy. I grabbed her ass under her skirt, and lifted her up against the side of the house. My cock found her pussy as if it had a mind of her own and I pushed inside of her quickly and a bit roughly.

She threw her head back and whimpered as I filled her. Her legs wrapped around me tightly, and her arms clutched at my shoulders.

She was incredibly tight, and the feel of her squeezing me was almost too much. I pulled out nearly completely before driving back into her. Her face was a mix of pleasure and pain . . . but she was loving it.

"Yes . . . yes . . . fuck me . . . oh God fuck me . . ." she whispered.

And I did. I took her hard and fast. Each thrust pushing her back against the side of the house. Each thrust stretching her cunt around my thickness. Each thrust eliciting a louder gasp from her as she struggled to contain herself.

Her arms slid around my back and she clutched me to her as if trying to pull my whole body inside of her. And I pounded her pussy as if trying to do the same. I wanted to scream, and by the look on her face, they way her mouth was held open in an O of pleasure, she struggled to stop herself from doing the same.

Again, I wanted to slow . . . to prolong the pleasure, but time did not allow. Instead the fucking took on an even more savage quality. It was primal, and hard, and rough. And was exactly what we both seemed to need.

"Give it to me, John," she moaned on my ear. "Give me that . . . ahhh . . . cock . . ."

I growled, and pulled back to look her in the eyes. For the first time all night she didn't look away. Her eyes widened each time I thrust into her . . . each time she felt me stretch her . . . each time I pressed her back into the siding.

There was no sound but our bodies slapping together, or soft moans that threatened to become screams, and the slight slap of her ass hitting the siding.

Too soon, and yet not soon enough, I felt the familiar tingle in my balls. I drove into her harder and faster not willing to delay it any longer. "Fuck, Leigh," I growled. "You're gonna make me cum . . ."

"Yes," she moaned, her green eyes pleading. "Give it to me . . . cum in my pussy." With that, she started to shake, and a low, drawn out moans escaped her lips. Her eyes slid shut, and her head fell backward. She arched her back slightly, pushing her breasts out from her body and tensed up completely as her own orgasm hit her. She lowered her head as the moan nearly became a scream, and bit her teeth into my shoulder.

It was too much for me. I slammed my cock deep inside of her willing cunt as the first spasm hit me. I had to clench my teeth to stop from screaming her name as I felt my hot cum flood her pussy. Over and over I thrust into her as jet after jet of fluid coated her pussy.

She whimpered against my shoulder, feeling each spasm inside of her, each explosion of cum, until I eventually slowed, and stopped, my cock held deep inside of her.

We didn't speak. I lifted her off of me, and settled her feet back on the ground, just as we heard the back door.

I stuffed my cock back into my pants, and helped her push her various pieces of clothing back into place. All except the panties of course, which she had kicked off to who knows where in her haste to bare herself to me.

She took a few deep breaths and clenched my hands in hers to gather her nerves, then turned away from me and back toward the back of the house.

I watched her go with a smile, and looked forward to sharing the story of my exploit with Teá. 

With The Neighbor



I can't say that the first time I knew what was happening was the first time it happened. It's possible something had happened when I wasn't home but I think that first time was pretty close to their first.

I knew generally, from all the clues, that something had happened and I'd seen my wife go next door just as she said she was going to do. She was very nervous when she returned home about an hour after she'd left and ducked into the bathroom immediately. I saw the flash of material in her hand and found her soiled panties buried in the hamper later.

Disgusting to me, she'd very carefully brushed her teeth and used mouthwash before she told me she was going to bed, accepting my goodnight kiss. Needless to say, she wasn't interested in having sex with me in the least.

About a week later, she told me she had something to do again. I had a feeling I knew what it was and covertly watched her sneak next door where my neighbor, a big, strong looking guy, let her in. I snuck out the back door and up to his house in the dark.

Peeking through his partially opened blinds into his bedroom, I got just enough of a view to know for sure that they were making love and it seemed as much her idea as his.

I know I had grounds for a divorce but I love my wife and didn't want a divorce. I could have braced them but I couldn't see anything good coming from that. They could laugh at me, he could easily punch me out, or, maybe worst, she could leave me as some kind of penance. I suppose I could have called a cop, too. But I didn't want to.

First, let me say that though they were doing something, it didn't change the sex I had with her except for the better. She seemed less restrained - inhibited - than before and she would do things she hadn't before like leaving lights on, sucking me off, and having sex in other places and positions than missionary in bed.

Besides that, I found it very sexy to know it was happening and, even more, to partially see what was going on. The only thing that could make it better was to see and hear it even better. And that's what I set out to do.

Now if you think that that spy equipment is a figment of a James Bond movie and have only seen videos from convenience store surveillance cameras on TV, you have no idea of reality.

I went to a place that specializes in real spy equipment that most people buy to watch their babysitters or something. It was fun.

The first three things I bought were a contact microphone you can fasten to the outside of a window, a tiny stickpin camera, and an almost invisible transmitter and receiver. The receiver hooks up directly to the USB port on my computer.

It was amazingly easy to put the stickpin camera on the inside of his bedroom curtain, the mic on the top of the window outside, and the transmitter on top of the window out of sight. The tiny wires were almost invisible and hardly more than a thread. Back home, I turned on the program that came with the receiver and got a clear black and white view of his bed from one end to the other. I had to wait until he got home from work that evening to test the microphone as he hummed to himself and changed clothes before mowing his lawn. The picture wasn't absolutely clear but the sound was perfect.

Quite awhile later, he invited us to a party and I got the opportunity to put two more cameras in his bedroom - high resolution color ones. Only a short time after I got the black and white stickpin, I replaced it with a color one but that was after the first time I got to enjoy what they were doing.

***

A few days after I got the camera and mic, my wife slipped out of the house and next door. I knew what she was doing, of course, and went to my computer. It was working perfectly. I could even hear them talking in his living room - "We have to hurry," she said and he laughed.

When they went into the bedroom with the camera, she was already lifting her little sundress over her head showing me that she wasn't wearing anything else but her sandals that she almost walked out of on the way to his bed. He'd pulled his T-shirt off and quickly undid his shorts. Though the picture wasn't great, it was good enough to see the look of anticipation on her face and that he was partially hard and not wearing underwear.

"Here. I want you doggy style tonight. Just get on all fours right here," he said as he went to his night stand and got out a tube. I was hoping it had something to do with a condom. But I didn't see him put one on as she got on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed.

"I've never done it this way," she said.

"You'll like it. I can really get in your cunt a long ways this way and can still reach around and play with all your goodies."

He reached between her legs about the same as I'd seen veterinarians behind a cow or horse and stroked her pussy. She gasped with pleasure.

"My my," he chuckled. "This is really wet. You must have been thinking about it for a while."

"I have been," she sighed. "I took off my panties an hour ago and have been squirming around ever since just thinking about that big cock in me."

That was the first time I'd even heard the word "cunt" said in my wife's hearing and she would never say "cock" for anything. Well, that's what I thought. I hadn't noticed her squirming either but then I hadn't really been watching closely.

He was standing on the floor behind her stroking his long cock as he played with her. She'd moved her knees further apart as he did it.

More roughly than I could ever get away with, he gathered her long hair in the hand that must have been wet with her natural lubrication and pulled her head up. It had the effect of bowing her back and thrusting her dangling breasts forward lewdly. It also raised her perfectly shaped ass.

Watching what he was doing carefully, he moved the fully hardened flesh in his hand to the spot between her legs and edged forward. She gasped loudly as it went into her. I'm not sure whether he pulled her back by the hair or if she moved back further onto it herself but it was quickly deep inside her. She shivered all over and moaned even louder.

He started a slow in and out movement, still holding her head back with her hair as he reached around her and took hold of her hard nipple. There seemed to be little coordination between his steady fucking and the increasingly rough treatment of her breast.

Her head dropped between her arms as he released her hair and took hold of the other breast. He used her breasts to guide her harder and harder back onto his long cock and away so he could almost remove it from her.

She was gasping, "yes oh yes oh yes ohhhh god yes oh yes," with the long strokes. Her back and bottom were humping to him almost as much as his was humping toward her. Without changing the pace at all, he let go of the near breast (letting it wobble front to back with the strokes) as he reached around her leg and quite obviously found her sensitive clitoris.

As his hand stroked against it, she squealed and threw her head from side to side wildly before completely losing coordination with an obvious and wild orgasm unlike anything I'd ever seen from her. I was learning a lot.

He stopped humping into her as she continued her orgasmic movements but smiled as he moved one hand to her hip and the other between them and between her upraised ass cheeks. Her arms seemed to go limp and the side of her head and shoulders dropped to the surface of the bed.

He got even more interested in what he was doing as she went still and he continued to explore between her ass cheeks. I saw her stiffen as he obviously found her anus with his finger.

"Th-that's dirty. Don't do ... ahhhhhh." He'd obviously found it. "Oh no. Please don't ... uhhhhhh. No." She relaxed a little as he removed the finger from her behind. She didn't realize what he intended as I did watching him get the tube I'd seen before. He shook it, opened it with one hand, and squirted whatever was in it down between them.

He dropped the tube and returned his fingers to her rump. Her back arched upward.

"Don't. Nobody has ever ..." she gasped.

"You like my big cock in you, don't you?" It was more a statement than question.

"Yes."

"You'll love it in here. I guarantee it."

"No please. It will hurt and it's so demeaning. Please."

"Naw," he said as he took it out of her streaming pussy and aimed it carefully. He seemed to line it up very slowly, even as she shifted from knee to knee as if to get away from him.

"N-n-noooooo!!!!!" she moaned as he pressed forward. The extended word leaped to a squeal as it obviously popped into her.

"Oh fuck yeah, baby," he moaned. "You are so fucking tight back there." She moaned loudly. Both his hands went to her hips, using them as handles, as he pressed forward, pulled back slightly, pressed forward, and pulled back. She was whimpering like she'd been spanked as their bodies came back together firmly. "Oh baby. This is so good. I filled your stomach from the other end. Now I'm going to fill it from this end. And you'll love it just as much."

He began the same long, slow fucking movements in and out of her as her toes splayed wide like a duck. Her protestations stopped but her squeals and grunts and groans continued and escalated with each stroke.

"Oh god. Oh god. This is. So nasty. Oh god. Oh it. It feels. Oh god. Uhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Oh fuck. Fuck my. Assssss." And she was back to humping back against him with each of his increasingly hard thrusts. Then she seemed to be sliding forward, her legs straightening, until he fell on top of her flat against the bed.

"Oh yeah. Riding your fucking ass right down. I'm gonna fill your little ass." When he started pumping almost wildly into her, she squealed continuously, her knees bent with her feet pointed up radically, and somehow she was humping up to him in spite of his weight on her.

Then he was grunting and freezing, grunting and freezing, and I knew he was cuming in her again and again.

For quite a while, they lay there panting. Her legs were stroking up and down the outsides of his legs and he was very slowly stroking into her as he kissed the side of her face. Finally he did a kind of pushup, stroked a few times in and out of her ass, and slowly pulled himself free. He was as soft as he'd been since I first saw it.

It took a little, but he took her hand after a few minutes and helped her to sit on the end of the bed. He teasingly licked and kissed her nipples quickly and put her sandals back on her feet. She licked the tip of his cock as he tried to get her sundress over her head.

"I need to use your bathroom," she said.

"Nope. Just like last time. You take my cum home with you to your little hubby."

"He might see," she said. I chuckled to myself.

"Yeah. He might. And he might have caught you doing this any of the other times. That's what makes it exciting, isn't it? That's what you want."

***

When I heard her leaving, I turned off the computer program and "accidentally" met her coming back into the house. For the next few minutes, I asked her questions, hugged her, and got her to show me where something was in one of the lower shelves of a cupboard before she couldn't stand it any more and raced off to the bathroom.

I could see the tracks of his cum on her thighs and the back of her sundress.

Even after she spent some time in the bathroom and changed into a pair of cutoffs and a T-shirt, she still had some trouble keeping the crotch of the cutoffs from getting wet. I told her that she must really be horny, pointing it out to her though she didn't want to make a point of it at all. When we went to bed later, I insisted on making love and she was very hot in spite of what he'd done to her only a while before.

***

During the next weeks, I collected a considerable library of her antics with the neighbor that I saved to my computer and watched frequently. Our sex life changed only to the extent that I added many of the things he did with her to our regular activities.

About six months after they started, she apparently decided she was getting enough at home and it suddenly ended.

At first, I was a little disappointed but, amazingly, within a week another of the neighborhood "ladies" began an affair with him and I got to watch her progress as well. In addition, the scumbag finally got a girlfriend all his own and, about a year later, married her.

I got a real charge out of watching her with some of her friends of both sexes when he was at work or away. Somehow, it just seemed like poetic justice.



With the Neighbor Ch. 02



For those of you who asked to see Derek get involved, you'll have to wait for Part 3, which is already in progress. Until then, enjoy.

"Why don't you let me take control, for once." She had asked.

"You've been in control before." I answered.

She had laughed. "Even when I'm on top, your hands are on me moving me on you . . ."she smiled " . . . but there is one way . . ."

Which is how I ended up in the position I'm in. Seated on a dining room chair, with my hands and feet rather firmly tied to the legs. It's not the first time she's tied me up—she's right about my difficulty giving up control during sex, even when she's the instigator I end up taking control. . . . it's my nature—but it is the first time I've ever been tied up in the middle of the living room.

I wanted her walk around me dressed in her robe, and felt her fingers trailing across my shoulders, neck, and chest. I was already naked of course, and had made a promise not to try and free myself.

"Yes . . . this is much better," she purred, and leaned over licking my ear. "Do you like being my prisoner?"

I grinned, and bit her neck, bringing a yelp from her.

She wore a frown on her beautiful face, and her voice took on a tone of mock severity. "Well. You don't seem broken in the least."

"Come closer," I whispered.

She shook her head. "John, John, John . . . you really don't see the purpose of this do you."

I shrugged and smiled at her. "I can play any game you'd like."

"Can you?" She asked, a bit seriously. "You know, I'm not the only one who's noticed the issue you have with giving up control in the bedroom."

My smile slipped slightly, but I didn't answer. She continued.

"I was talking to Leigh . . ."

"You talked to her? About this?" I frowned. "Teá . . ."

"If you're going to interrupt me, I'll leave you there."

My frown deepened, and I pulled at my restraints. If I tried, I could probably free myself. But not without doing some damage to either the chair or my skin. I shook my head. "I thought we said we were going to hold off on you speaking to her about what's happened. At least until you worked on Derek a bit." It had been weeks since that night at the party, and aside from another quick fuck between me and Leigh, there had been little to talk about. Leigh had admitted to me that she would love to see Derek with another woman, and would love to bring a man into their bed. And she had told me of the fantasies she had of fucking him in front of an audience, which is something else we're working on. Whether by camera hidden in their bedroom, or a live performance depended greatly on the next few weeks. 

Leigh had turned out to be quite a freak, albeit a closeted one. The illicit nature of our relationship aroused her just as much as the sex did. But still, in order to work in the long term, Derek had to know what was going on. For that, I had enlisted Teá. She had already told me how easily Derek had been distracted during my first encounter with Leigh. At how easily he flirted with her, and seemed to enjoy the light contact (brushing up against him, a kiss on the cheek, that sort of thing) she used to keep him focused on her while I was outside fucking his girlfriend, and how he had been more concerned with getting caught in a compromising position that anything else. In short, he was very attracted to my fiancé.

She smiled. "Don't you worry about Derek. He'll be putty in my hands before long."

"I doubt that," I said dryly, grinning. "I'm rarely putty when you've got me in your hands . . ."

In spite of herself, she smiled in return. "If you keep interrupting me, I'm not going to take you in my hands, mouth, or any other body part, today."

I opened my mouth to respond, then thought better of it. My mouth snapped shut quickly, and I nodded at her, smiling slightly.

"Good boy," she purred, and walked across the room. "Now that I have you where I want you . . . what to do with you . . ."

I opened my mouth to give her some suggestion, but again closed it quickly. It was, admittedly, difficult. I was curious as to where this was leading, and impatient to get there.

She studied me a minute. "Well, I'm stumped. I'll have to go get help. Be right back."

With that, she pushed off the wall, and walked out of the room.

I opened my mouth to shout after her, before I noticed she was heading to the bedroom, not the door. Although she could just be going to put some clothes on. I tugged at my restraints again. She wouldn't go anywhere without untying me, would she?

"Teá," I growled.

I heard her coming back down the hall, and opened my mouth to demand to be untied—I enjoyed playing as much as anyone, but I was getting a bit irritated—when she walked in the room. The words died in my mouth. Standing in the doorway wasn't my fiancé, but Leigh. She was wearing a pleated skirt and knee high stockings, like a catholic school girl, and a white blouse. Her hair was back in a ponytail.

Teá followed her inside, smiling. "What do you think?"

I opened my mouth to answer before realizing she wanted talking to, or looking at, me.

"It's perfect," Leigh answered, eyeing my body from my toes to my eyebrows. I could almost feel her eyes caress me as they slid over my body. "He's always so damned pushy."

Teá laughed. "You have no idea."

Leigh walked closer so she could stand in front of me. My eyes traveled again over her body.

"How did you get in here? I didn't hear the door . . ." We have an alarm system on the house, which still chirps every time a door or window is opened when it's inactive. "The only time a door opened was a half an hour ago when . . ." I shook my head and looked past her, to Teá. "Girl Scout cookies?"

Teá grinned devilishly. "I had to get her in the house somehow without you knowing."

"How long have you two been planning this?"

"About an hour," Leigh answered, smiling as well. "Ever since Teá called me and asked how much I missed having your cock inside of me."

My cock, as if knowing it was being spoken of, swelled slightly.

"I have to say, I was surprised," she continued, her eyes traveling down my body to my cock, watching it grow, slowly. She licked her lips unconsciously. "I knew Teá knew about us . . . but to have her call me to talk about it . . ."

So, Teá had mentioned it to her for the first time just today.

". . . well, it drove me crazy. The questions she asked me . . . like how it felt when you slid inside of me . . . or whether I could steel feel your hands on me . . ." She stopped, her eyes still on my still growing cock. "She told me how hard you got when you were describing it to her, and how hard you fucked her afterwards . . ."

In spite of myself, I shivered. My cock lifted off of my leg, and hung out from my body.

"I love watching a man get hard . . . watching his cock grow for me," she whispered.

Teá stepped up behind her, her hands sliding over Leigh's body. She started at her shoulders, then down her sides, and over her hips. My cock swelled faster, lifting higher, as if straining to reach them. Teá's hands slid over Leigh's legs, drawing a gasp from Leigh at the first contact of skin on skin, and then moved upward, lifting the pleated skirt slowly. I took a deep breath and my cock throbbed, fully erect. She wasn't wearing any panties and had shaved herself bare.

Teá's right hand slid slowly inward until her palm hovered inches away from Leigh's beautiful shaved pussy. My fiancée's eyes were on me, I knew, watching for my reaction. But my own eyes were glued to her delicate hand. I watched with baited breath as she extended one well-manicured finger, and lowered it toward Leigh's waiting slit.

Leigh had to know what was coming, but still she gasped—and shuddered out a breath I hadn't been aware she was holding. She looked down at Teá's finger sliding over her clit, and bit her bottom lip. She seemed unsure for a moment . . . then her eyes slid closed and her head tilted back, her mouth dropping open in an O of pleasure.

Again I tugged at my restraints, but they were too tight. My cock already felt like it would explode. Here we're two of the sexiest women I had ever known not more than a foot away, and I could do nothing.

A low moan slid out of Leigh's throat, and I looked down to see that Teá had slipped her finger inside our neighbor, and was slowly fucking it in and out of her. Leigh, for her part was thrusting her hips slightly, and had reached behind her to grab at Teá's robe.

It was a scene out of fantasy. Teá's robe loosened, and she shrugged out of it so that it looped over her arms. She lowered her head and bit Leigh on the neck, drawing another groan from the sexy younger woman. Teá licked upward to her ear, circled it with her tongue, then her eyes slid to me. "Poor John," she whispered. Leigh's eye popped open, and she looked down at me.

"Look how hard he is," Teá continued. "Throbbing."

Leigh's eyes followed Teá's words to my cock, which was indeed, throbbing. It pulsed slightly with my heartbeat, a tiny twitch of desire. 

"It's an amazing cock, isn't it? The way it fill you . . . stretches you . . ."

Leigh only nodded in response, never taking her eyes off my cock. Teá's finger quickened in her pussy.

"You know he wants to fuck you, right?" Teá asked. "Want to fill you with it . . ."

"Yes," Leigh answered.

"And I know you want to be filled by it . . ."

"Yes," Leigh answered again, the word coming out as little more than a gasp.

Teá slipped a second finger inside of Leigh, and Leigh's hands slid over Teá's legs. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen.

"I don't blame you . . ."

Teá, withdrew her fingers and stepped to the side of Leigh, letting her robe fall to the floor and exposing her beautiful body to our neighbor for the first time. Leigh looked at her bare flesh. So different from her own, but just as sexy. Where Leigh was petite and athletic, Teá was curvy in a way that made men drool. And women.

Leigh hesitated only a moment before turning toward Teá. And then, in a moment that will dominate my memory for years to come, they kissed. It was so different from anything I had ever imagined, seeing two women kissing. So different than movies, or fantasy. It was . . . soft. Somehow innocent. Yet still the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed.

Leigh's hands slid around Teá's waist, and Teá's settled on Leigh's arms. There was just a few inches separating them, except for Teá's breasts, which pressed against Leigh's through her blouse.

The kiss deepened; their mouths opening to each other, tongues dancing together.

Surprisingly, it was Leigh who moved it further this time. Her hands slid upward over Teá's curves to her breasts, and stepped away just far enough to run her thumbs over the sensitive nipples, bringing a surprised gasp from Teá. Then, just as quickly, one hand slid down Teá's stomach, and between her legs. Teá's eyes shot open as Leigh slid her fingers between her thighs to tease her.

I, for one, was shocked. I had a feeling from the beginning that Leigh was an extremely sexual woman . . . but the ease with which she moved right into playing with Teá astounded me, and plainly Teá as well.

Leigh's arm moved as she slid her fingers into Teá. Their tongues and lips moved together, and for the first time, Teá seemed to be the one being controlled by her body. Her hands were still on Leigh's arms, and I could see her fingers tighten.

Leigh stepped closer to Teá, pushing her backward toward the couch until the back of her knees pressed into the soft fabric, forcing her to break off the kiss and sit. Leigh bent over her, her fingers still moving in and out of Teá's pussy. From my vantage point, I could see Leigh's shaven pussy just peeking out from under the short skirt. All I wanted to do at that moment was drive into her while she teased Teá, but there was no way to make it over there without sliding the chair across the floor. And once I got there, I'd still be tied. So there was nothing for me, and my aching cock, to do but watch and enjoy the show.

On the couch, Leigh had lowered herself to her knees, and was sucking hard on Teá's left breast. Teá's hands were cradling the back of Leigh's head, tangling her fingers in her hair, holding the younger woman's lips to her nipple. Her face was pure ecstasy. 

Leigh's fingers moved quicker in Teá's pussy, drawing a loud groan from her lips. Teá's hips began a torrid thrusting upward toward Leigh, fucking her back.

Then, to my surprise, Leigh lowered her head between Teá's legs, and slid her tongue inside of her.

Teá screamed a loud, guttural sound that shook me to the core, and made my cock throb uncontrollably. Leigh's head moved side to side between Teá's legs, and Teá thrust her pussy up to meet Leigh's mouth.

I could see Leigh's arousal by how wet and shiny her pussy looked as she was bent eating my fiancée's pussy. And I could tell Teá was already close to climax by the look on her face. 

I wasn't disappointed.

With one final thrust, Teá screamed, and shook. "I'm cumming!"

Leigh moaned in response, and quickened her pace, her fingers moving in and out of Teá's pussy even faster than her tongue slid over her clit.

"Oh fuck . . . eat me!" Teá squealed, as she rode out one of the most intense orgasms I've ever seen her have.

And Leigh didn't disappoint. I know for a fact she had never been with a woman before, but it sure as hell didn't show. Maybe it was the fact that, as a woman, she would know exactly what felt best, or maybe she had thought about this for a long time. Whatever the reason, she had Teá losing her mind. And me as well.

Eventually she slowed her ministrations, bringing Teá back to earth.

"Oh God," Teá whispered, when Leigh stood up in front of her. "That was your first time?"

Leigh nodded, and giggled lightly. "Did you enjoy it?"

Teá didn't respond. Instead she said, "I'm going to have to invite you over more often." She stood, on somewhat shaky legs, and stepped closer to Leigh. "But for now, you deserve payback . . ."

I cleared my throat loudly, and the two ladies looked over at me. It must have been a sorry sight. My cock was easily as big as it's ever been. It was swollen to the point of turning slightly purple from the engorged blood, and there was clear liquid dripping from the tip.

Oh yes, and I was still tied to a fucking chair.

The two ladies looked at each other and laughed, then turned to me simultaneously, each with a decidedly devilish look on their faces.

They strolled over, Teá naked, and Leigh still dressed like the schoolgirl, albeit a slightly rumpled one now. Teá bent to grasp the base of my cock in her delicate fingers. Leigh took a more direct approach, lowering her head to swallow the tip of my cock.

A grunt escaped my lips as she took me deeper in her hot mouth, and Teá stroked her hand upward to meet Leigh's lips. Leigh pulled back to the tip of my cock to circle the head with her tongue, and Teá slid her hand lower to cup my balls, before Leigh plunged her head low, and sucked me deep into her mouth.

"Fuck!" I growled. "Untie me . . ."

Leigh lifted her head, sucking on me hard, and my cock pulled out of her mouth with a pop. "No," she whispered. "Tonight, you're ours."

Teá nodded, and, as if to emphasize the point, lowered her head to kiss Leigh. The up close view drove me crazy. I could see Teá tongue slide into Leigh's mouth through a small gap between their lips, and Leigh's hand reaching down to stroke my cock gently didn't help matters any.

They broke off the kiss, and this time it was Teá who lowered her head to my cock. She sucked it into her mouth, and then licked the underside. Leigh joined her after a moment.

I looked down to see them both alternating sucking me deep, and then licking the length simultaneously, their tongues touching each other as much as me. For my part, I thrust my hips to give them as much room to work as I could. I no longer cared that I was tied up, as long as the pleasure continued. And now that they had me in hand, so to speak, I knew it would.

Teá pulled her mouth away from me, bit me on the abdomen on the way to sucking my left nipple. Leigh never left my cock; her lips now wrapped around me tightly as if not wanting to let go. She worked it like she was trying to make me cum immediately, and I was damned well going to . . .

Then she stopped, and wrapped her hand around my swollen cock, stroking it soooo slowly.

My teeth bared with frustration..

Teá had worked her way up over my chest and neck, trailing kisses and bites everywhere she went, until she bit down on my left earlobe. "You want her pussy, don't you John," Teá purred in my ear. "You want to feel her stretched around you . . . taking you."

I didn't answer.

Leigh started to lick my stomach, slowly, her hand still just barely stroking me. Teá pulled away from me grinning. She knew what I wanted. But she also wanted to hear me say it. For my part, I wanted to see what they would do to get me to say it . . .

Teá leaned in to whisper in Leigh's ear, and Leigh raised herself to her knees so Teá could unbutton her blouse. She only unbuttoned it far enough that her bra was visible (to just above her belly button). The bra had a clasp in the front, and Teá wasted no time in popping it open. Leigh released my cock, and pulled her blouse open. Teá gripped my cock and held it outward so that Leigh could rub her already erect nipple against the head of my cock. Precum was oozing out of me, and every so often, Leigh would lift herself so that Teá could suck the now moist nipple into her mouth to clean it.

Even gritting my teeth, I couldn't stop a low moan from escaping. 

Then Leigh rose to her feet, and straddled me. I clenched my ass and pushed my hips forward eager to be inside of her . . . but the women weren't ready for me, yet. Instead of sinking onto me, Leigh pressed her wet cunt against the bottom of my cock, and began to rub herself on me. I could feel how wet she was, but no amount of repositioning could get me inside of her.

Teá stood and moved behind the chair, placing her lips near my ear. "You want her . . . say it."

I kept quiet.

"Say it . . ."

Still I kept quiet. Although, I had to admit to myself, that being a dominant man in bed, being forced to give up that control was driving me to a new state of arousal. The sheer newness of the situation was driving me close to climax.

Leigh began to moan, her eyes on mine. She leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back. Hard. She pulled away and placed her hands on my thighs, giving herself leverage. Still her pussy didn't take me inside of it . . . she just rubbed her clit against me, oh so slowly.

It was maddening.

"Say it . . ." Teá whispered.

"I want her," I relented, unable to stand it.

Leigh gasped, and watched me.

"Say please," Teá whispered.

I gritted my teeth. "Please," it came out strangled.

Leigh barely waited until the word left my mouth before lifting off me, and driving her wet cunt down on my cock, enveloping it fully. I'm not sure which one of us screamed louder.

She rode me hard and fast, with her head thrown back. Her screams of pleasure mixed with mine in a chorus of sexual energy.

Teá rested her head on my shoulder and looked down at my cock disappearing and reappearing rapidly inside of Leigh. By the sound of her breathing I could tell she was masturbating. I wished I could taste her . . . to take her into my mouth. But this was their game, not mine.

Leigh pressed her breast to my face, and I sucked her nipple into me mouth. My hips thrust of their own accord, slamming my cock into her with a frenzy matched by her driving pussy.

Teá stretched her neck out to bite Leigh's neck, and they kissed over my head. Leigh reached out to rub Teá's clit for her, and rive her fingers into Teá's willing cunt. Teá reached around to grip Leigh's ass and help push her down onto me.




With the Neighbor Ch. 02



The sex was savage, hard. Three people taking what they needed from each other. Three bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure and lust.

Teá started to shake and moan loud against Leigh's lips, and I knew she was cumming on Leigh's fingers. Leigh began to tremble on top of me, and fucked me harder, if that were possible. A scream of her own forced their lips apart. I felt her pussy spasm around me, and squeeze me tight. It was too much.

I thrust my hips one last time and held them there. Leigh continued to ride me hard as my orgasm hit. The scream that tore from me was raw in sound, but filled with satisfaction. Cum rocketed out of me deep into Leigh's willing cunt. She moaned as she felt each spasm inside of her, and rode me harder still, until collapsing against me and Teá.

I could barely catch my breath, and neither could the others. Teá fell to her knees behind me, her arms wrapped around me.

We stayed like that for quite some time.

Teá was the first to recover. At least enough to loosen the bonds that held my arms. I could hear a hiss of breath as she did, and when I lifted them to within sight I saw why. My wrists were chafed from all of the tugging I had done. They looked like they might be bruised.

I didn't care, though, and told them both so. I had just experienced one of the single most erotic experiences of my entire life, and I thanked them for it.

"Now," I said, standing and pulling them both to me. "Now, it's my turn."

End of Part 2. 



With the Neighbor Ch. 03



We sat in my bedroom on the second floor, side by side, peering out through the double-paned window through the sheer fabric of the curtains. It's was cream-colored, and just transparent enough to allow us to see through it, without allowing anyone to see us unless they came close.

Leigh sat next to me with her hands clasping her knees a bit tightly. She had to be nervous. This was, after all, the day all the talk stopped being talk.

Visible below was one of the objects of our attention. Teá was wearing a revealing black bikini, and was lying provocatively on the lounge chair near the pool; her body glistening with a mixture of suntan oil and water. She held a book in her hand, but we all knew she wasn't reading it. In fact, the whole thing was a ruse, and performance for Leigh and myself. Plus one other person.

Derek was out in the yard next store wearing only a pair of cut off sweatpants. Leigh had told him she had an appointment this morning, and would be gone until the afternoon. He had told her days ago he would be working in the yard today. There was some shrubbery he wanted to dig out near the house, and some grass seed he wanted to spread.

He worked diligently, sweat gleaming off his body. He was well-built, but with a different physique from mine. Where I was broad shouldered and thick, he was leaner and more athletic looking, like a swimmer. His arms were well-defined, and he had a "washboard" stomach. His hair was cut short, and was a dark brown, close to my own hair color when I let it grow out. His eyes were a clear green as opposed to my hazel coloring. All in all, he was the perfect plaything for Teá.

He rose to his feet, and made his way to the shed, no doubt retrieving an ax or saw to help with a particularly nasty root he'd been digging out. The shed was set up right along the fence line bordering our two properties, and would afford Derek an unobstructed view of my sexy fiancée. 

Teá must have seen him out of the corner of her eye, because as he got close the shed, she dropped a hand to her tummy, and slid it upward until her thumb rested lightly on her left nipple. It seemed the most natural movement in the world. She hadn't paused in her supposed reading, and hadn't looked around at all. Just a woman lazily touching herself . . . almost without realizing it.

It had the desired effect. Derek looked over the fence, and smiled. He raised a hand and opened his mouth as if ready to call out a greeting. The hand came to an abrupt halt midway, and his mouth stalled half open. After a long moment, he pulled his eyes away from her, and looked down at the ground.

"He's already showing more willpower than I would," I murmured to Leigh, who was watching intently, her hands still gripping her bare knees just below her skirt..

She laughed, a light giggle that tickled the ears, but her eyes never left the scene unfolding before her.

Derek had disappeared into the shed by now. From our vantage point we could see him pacing back and forth. The poor man was probably arguing with himself; he made me wish I had installed some sort of listening device in the shed.

"Maybe I should stop this," Leigh said.

I looked at her, and found her staring at the shed, chewing her underlip slightly.

"If you want to," I said. But I hoped she wouldn't. "There's no pressure, Leigh. If you don't want to see this . . ."

"I do want to see it . . . it's just . . ."

I understood. She was torn. Up until this point, it had all been theory. Fantasy. I knew she harbored some guilt over what had happened between her and us. That was one reason she was anxious to get Derek involved. The other reason was the idea of seeing him fuck another woman. The truth is, Leigh loved Derek a great deal. Even with the expansion of her sexuality, she didn't want that to change. She wanted to bring him along with her. And she knew, that deep down, he wanted this. They had talked about it in the past. About bringing others into their bedroom, or watching each other with another person. The idea excited him as much as it did her. Ideally, my first time with Leigh would have been Teá 's first time with Derek, but events didn't go that way. Now we were going to correct the situation.

"Give it a few more minutes," I suggested.

She hesitated only a moment before nodding.

I looked down at Teá and saw that she had elevated her exploration a bit. She was now pinching her visibly hard nipple through the thin black fabric of the bikini top. A glance at the shed told me Derek had taken up position near one of the shed's partially frosted windows.

He was watching her!

As if knowing she had an audience, Teá slowly lifted the bikini cup off of her breast, and began to gently tug on the now exposed nipple. We could see her biting her lower lip, and wiggling her hips slightly in place; and thanks to a cordless baby monitor secured under the chair, we could hear a low moan escape her lips.

Derek seemed stunned. We couldn't see his face from our vantage point, but the beginnings of a telltale bulge in his cutoff sweats told me all I needed to know.

I grinned to myself, knowing already where this was heading. If only Teá could get him out of the shed, and into our yard.

Teá slowly put the book down, and looked around, as if checking to see if she was alone. When she was satisfied, she slipped her free hand inside of her bikini bottom, and leaned back with her eyes closed.

"Good girl," I whispered.

Leigh's' breathing had changed, I noticed. It was slower, now, and deeper. I glanced at her quickly, and found her watching my fiancée raptly. After a few moments, she glanced back at the shed and Derek.

The bulge in Derek's shorts had gotten much larger with Teá's latest show. As I watched, he reached down to squeeze the growing bulge with his left hand, drawing a small moan from Leigh.

I leaned in, unable to resist.

"You want to be down there, don't you . . . sucking on that hard cock."

"Oh fuck yes . . ." she gasped.

"Now now," I said, chiding her gently. "For the next little while that belongs to Teá. Just think what you'd be missing if you went down there right now . . ."

She said nothing, her eyes glued to the scene in front of her.

"Besides," I whispered, leaning in to bite her neck. "I won't let you go without."

She gasped and looked at me, her lips parted slightly.

"But for now . . . enjoy the show."

She turned back toward the scene.

After a moment, so did I.

Teá was now deep into her session. Her hand moved visibly underneath the thin material as she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy. We could hear her low moans, and see her hips thrusting. Her other hand rolled her nipple between her fingers.

Derek, finally unable to take any more, lowered his shorts, and took his hard cock in his hand, giving Leigh and myself our first look at it. She had told me he was slightly longer than I was, only not as thick, and I could tell even from the distance she was right. Teá was in for a treat. 

There was nothing soft about the way Derek handled himself. His hand flew up and down the length of his cock almost from the beginning, as if he were anxious to blow his load. His hips thrust slowly in contrast to his hand.

"He's imagining he's fucking her," I whispered. "You know that? Derek is stroking his cock, and thinking about fucking my fiancée with it."

Leigh nodded. I noticed her hands were no longer clutching her knees. Her legs were spread slightly, and her hands were between them. One hand was steady, no doubt holding her panties aside, the other was moving steadily under the skirt. There were short little groans escaping her lips that let me know exactly what she was doing, if by some chance I couldn't have figured it out visually.

My cock was throbbing, but I kept my hand away from it. Too soon for me.

By the pool, Teá was fucking herself furiously—her low moans coming dangerously close to screams. Then she spoke the words that brought a smile to my lips. "Oh God!" Her voice was easily loud enough to carry the short distance to the shed. "Oh God . . . fuck me, Derek . . . fuck me!"

It sounded spur of the moment, and to Derek would seem as if she were fantasizing about him. Of course, at this point, there's little doubt she was fantasizing about him. Knowing he was watching her had to be the ultimate turn on for her, and I knew she was already imagining his younger cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Derek, though, stopped dead, mid-stroke. He had heard. The question is, what would he do?

I watched intently, and so did Leigh.

Then, to my surprise, Derek stepped out from the shed, and looked over the fence. He did nothing to hide himself, although he had stuffed his cock back into his shorts, and it was obvious he was now waiting to be seen. Teá played her part perfectly. She turned her head towards him with her eyes half-closed, and gasped audibly when she "saw" him watching her.

"Derek! How long have you . . ." she moved to cover her breasts in a show of modesty.

"Long enough," he answered, and made his way to the gate connecting our yards.

"You . . . heard?" she asked.

He nodded in response. "I heard you calling out for me . . ."

Teá licked her lips, and watched him open the gate. I heard her moan as her eyes came in contact with the bulge in his shorts.

"Where is John that he had to leave you in this state?"

"Away since this morning," Teá answered, softly, her eyes still on his crotch. "Business meeting . . ."

Derek walked closer to her, but stopped about six feet away. His body was glistening, and I could see Teá look him over. I could practically feel the lust rolling off of her.

Derek had to as well, but he still didn't move closer. Perhaps having second thoughts. Up until this point, he'd been following his cock . . . it would be a shame if his brain took over now.

"Derek," Teá whispered.

"Teá, I'm not sure . . ."

"Come here, Derek . . ."

Derek moved forward as if being pulled in. When he was close enough, Teá say up in the chair, grabbed hold of his shorts, and yanked them quickly to his thighs. His cock stood out straight and hard in front of her. His eyes were wide, shocked at her forwardness. But he had little time to think as she lowered her lips to the object of her desire, taking him into her mouth.

His groan sounded almost painful as she sucked him deep. As if all resistance was killed inside him at that moment.

I looked toward Leigh to gauge her reaction to what she saw. She had stopped masturbating, and sat wide-eyed. For a moment I was worried she was having second thoughts. I opened my mouth to ease her tensions, but she spoke first.

"She sucking him . . . oh fuck, she sucking Derek!" Her fingers resumed their movements at a quicker pace then before.

I smiled to myself. "You like seeing her sucking him off, Leigh?"

She nodded, her eyes glued to the scene before her. Her breathing was getting ragged. I leaned in close. 

"You're going to cum, aren't you," I whispered. She could feel my breath on her neck and ear. "You're going to cum watching your man getting pleasured by another woman . . ."

She never got to answer. Her orgasm rocked her in her chair. Her body shook, but her eyes never left the scene. My cock pulsed watching her, aching for its own release. She squeezed her lips tight to muffle the sounds of her orgasm, but it still allowed the most exquisite gasps and moans to escape her lips. It took every ounce of willpower I had to not grab her, put her on her hands and knees on the floor, and take my own pleasure. But this wasn't about me, and I held myself in check. Barely.

I looked back at the scene by the pool. Derek had placed his hands on Teá's shoulders, and was thrusting his hips toward her. Teá, for her part, was sucking his cock like her life depended on his orgasm. The sounds of her sucking came clearly over the baby monitor. We could see his shining, spit-soaked shaft disappearing and reappearing from between her lips. Her hands caressed his balls and squeezed his ass, pulling him against her.

It was too much for him. "I'm going to cum!"

Teá groaned and nodded her head, never taking her mouth off of him.

He grunted and thrust his hips forward. We could see his cock spasm, and hear Teá moan as the first jet of cum poured into her mouth. She ran her hands up over his stomach and chest, and bobbed her head over his cock head, taking his offering. Derek stood over her, his arms and legs rigid, his hands cradling her head almost gently as he emptied himself.

Eventually, Teá pulled her mouth off his still hard cock with a very audible slurp, and looked up at him. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed tasting you . . ."

He looked down at her and shook his head as if clearing it. Then he grinned.

She smiled back. "Now," she purred. "Would you mind being a good neighbor and . . ."

He reached down before she finished, wrenched the bikini bottoms from her, and pushed her back on the lounge chair. There was no toying around. No kissing, caressing, fondling. He dropped to his knees, pushed her legs apart, and slammed his tongue into her pussy.

Teá's eyes were wide. This was clearly not what she had expected. Leigh had told her that one Derek got going he could be pretty confident, and even forceful. But, frankly, we hadn't really believed her. He was proving her right.

Teá grabbed his head in her hands and held his lips against her as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Her eyes were still wide and were directed right at the window where we were watching from.

"Fuck, I want to go down there," Leigh whispered.

"You're not the only one," I answered. "But this is their time."

She nodded. "It's just so . . . hot! Look at them . . . their bodies. The way there locked together . . . his lips on her pussy . . . fuck . . ."

Derek's head was moving rapidly between my fiancée's legs. For the first time I wished I could get a closer look. I ached to see what he was doing to her. Was it a tongue fucking? Was he sucking her clit? Her lips? What?

But all we had was Teá's eyes glazed over in lust, and the sounds of their sex coming across the baby monitor. It was slightly frustrating.

"Oh God, Derek . . . eat my pussy . . . please . . . more . . ." Teá's voice came over the monitor.

Derek growled in response, and moved his knees up onto the lounge chair for better access to her. We could see his still hard cock, now, hanging between his legs. I found myself craving the sight of him pounding it into her.

"Fuck her," I whispered, as if he could hear me. "Fuck her . . ."

Leigh nodded. "I want to see it," she whispered.

Teá, it seemed, agreed with us.

"I want your cock," she said, between moans. "Give it to me!"

Derek wasted no time. He lifted his head from between her leg and positioned himself, allowing Teá to grab his cock at the base and press it against her shining pussy. He drove into her half way, eliciting a scream from her, then pulled out to the tip, and pushed back inside, burying himself. Teá had stuffed a knuckle in her mouth after the first scream to stifle any others from escaping. Her other hand held onto the back of his head, tangling in his short, dark hair. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him, pulling his cock into her. Derek didn't need the help. He fucked her fast and hard, driving himself into her mercilessly.

"I've thought about this so long," it took me a moment to recognize Derek's voice. It was ragged and raspy. "Wanted you so long . . ."

"Ahhhhh!" Teá moaned in response. "Show me . . . show me how much . . ."

My own cock throbbed almost painfully now. I looked at Leigh. She had started to play with herself again. But this time I wanted some for myself. I unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled out my aching cock. It stood straight up, and was thick, and purplish from neglect.

Leigh glanced at it, and moaned. She pulled her panties down to her knees, stood up quickly, shifted over me, and sank down onto my cock. My hands lifted her skirt to squeeze her tight little ass as she sank down onto me. She didn't waste any time either. She began bouncing on me immediately, with no warm-up. Her pussy was soaked, and her juices coated me quickly. My hands left her ass, one snaking around her body to pinch a nipple through her top, and the other the play with her clit. She gasped loudly, and rested her hands on my knees for leverage. But her eyes never left the show, and mine soon joined her.

Teá's legs were now straight up in the air, opening herself to him. And he took her offering, driving himself deep into her willing cunt. We could hear the sounds of their fucking clearly. The slap of flesh, the grunts and groans of two people pleasuring each other. Derek was kissing her now, and both of Teá's arms were wrapped around him, one on his ass, the other on his shoulder. Their passion, as well as the feeling of Leigh's amazing pussy squeezing me was almost too much. I could feel the tension start to build in my balls, and my finger moved faster on Leigh. I wanted her to cum on me, and I wanted it now.

"You're going to make me cum!" It was Teá's voice, coming over the monitor. "Oh God! Fuck me, Derek! Make me cum!"

He sped up, if possible. The lounge chair rocked underneath them with the near savage fucking.

Teá screamed as her orgasm rocked her. It was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever seen. At first she thrashed under him, then her body went limp as she gave herself over to the feeling. Her legs wrapped around him lightly now, bouncing as he fucked her, and her whole body shook. Derek wasn't far behind. And Teá could tell.

"Give it to me, baby," she whispered, barely audible, as if she were barely able to put thought to words. "Give me your cum . . ."

Derek growled as he stiffened over her. His thrust became rough, losing rhythm, as he poured himself into my girl.

Leigh screamed out her own orgasm, and bounced on my cock as if possessed. She reached down between her legs to grasp my balls in her warm hand, and squeezed them gently. I growled, and bit her shoulder as my own cum shot out of my cock and into her womb, filling her repeatedly. She rode me frantically, milking every drop from me, before collapsing against me. I leaned my head back in the chair, and wrapped my arms around her, more to have something to hold onto while my head cleared than anything else.

Down by the pool, Derek lay collapsed on top of Teá, who herself lay with her eyes closed. He was still inside of her and made no effort to move.

We all stayed that way for several long minutes. My cock was still mostly hard inside of Leigh, and she moved herself on me slightly, enjoying the feeling of having me inside of her. But we were both physically and mentally exhausted. It's odd the toll something like this can take out of you. I was hard, and inside of a beautiful woman, but I didn't think I could fuck her regardless. And I didn't think she particularly cared at that point.

From the look on Teá's face she was in the same boat. We had shared something so incredibly intense, it seemingly sucked the life out of us.

Leigh leaned back against me until her breathing evened out. "That . . . was incredible."

I nodded.

"You're a lucky man to have her," she said.

"I know," I answered. "And I think you're going to be very happy with Derek for a long time to come."

She laughed.

Down by the pool, Derek was starting to stir. "I think I should get cleaned up . . ." he said, chuckling slightly.

Teá only nodded, still somewhat out of it. Her performance seemed to have drained her.

Derek didn't leave though, he just pulled out of her, and knelt over her. "So . . . how long will John be gone today?"

Teá laughed, and looked up at him. "Right now, I wish we had until tomorrow. But he should be back within the hour."




With the Neighbor Ch. 03



Derek nodded and stood, righting his shorts.

"But," Teá continued. "I think he's going away Friday afternoon . . ."

Derek grinned down at her, his eyes drinking in her body. "I already can't wait."

I smiled, and whispered to Leigh, "I think he liked it."

She laughed in response. "You think?"

"Fuck yeah," I answered. "Now, all we have to do is get all four of us in a room together."

Leigh sat up, and turned to look at me, my cock still buried inside of her. "How the hell do you think you're going to manage that?" she asked, curiosity mixing with eagerness plain on her face.

I grinned up at her, one of those secretive half-smiles that drive her and Teá crazy. "Give me a few days. I'll come up with something."



With the Neighbor Ch. 04



"Does it feel nice?" Téa whispered over the phone.

"Yeah," I grunted in reply.

"Mmmmm. I wish I could see . . ." she said, moaning slightly in frustration.

"Me, too," I answered. And what a sight it was. I was sitting back in my home office, tie loosened, pants unbuckled, with my cock buried down the throat of our 20 year old neighbor, Leigh. She had her delicate fingers wrapped around the base of my thickness, and her head bobbed insistently over my length, taking it as deep as she could. My cock was shiny and spit-covered, and the room was filled with the sexy sounds of sucking and moans coming from the full mouth of the drop-dead sexy woman on her knees before me.

My breathing came quicker and more labored. Téa, of course, knew what that meant. "Oh God, you're close, aren't you . . ."

"Yeah," I said, having now been reduced to only monosyllabic responses.

Leigh knew as well. He hand squeezed me slightly, and her free hand came up to trail her finger nail from just in front of my ass to the back of my balls as if telling my cock she wanted it's cum, and her bobbing picked up speed. The moans that escaped from her full mouth filled the room.

My hips started thrusting involuntarily, and small moans escaped my lips. "Fuck . . ." I whispered. My cock swelled bigger, and my balls drew up. Leigh's fingernail seemed to coax the cum right out of me and I screamed. Leigh joined me. She held her head still over the head of my cock, while the hand that had been squeezing the base started stroking me quickly.

My whole body seemed to convulse as the first jet of cum rocketed up from my balls, through my cock, and into her waiting mouth. Leigh moaned louder, and stroked me faster, but at this point it was almost unnecessary. I came, and came, and came . . . as hard as I'd ever cum . . . each time my body shook with uncontrolled pleasure. Her eyes were on my face, watching me cum, and I could tell by the look on her face that she loved it. Loved seeing what she was able to do to me.

She coaxed one last small blast out of my cock before I was empty . . . then she lowered her head, taking me deep in her mouth one last time, before slowly, almost excruciatingly slowly, pulling her head off of me and allowing my cock to slide from her lips.

"Break's over," Téa whispered over the phone. "Hopefully I'll see you both later."

I grunted in reply, bringing a laugh over the phone. "Bye, John. Give my best to Leigh."

"Uh huh," I managed, and heard the tell-tale click of Téa's cell phone disconnecting.

I dropped my cell on the floor. "Your turn," I said, looking down at Leigh.

She grinned impishly, and kissed the head of my cock. "Can't. Derek will be home soon. I have to go shower." With that she bounded to her feet and ran for the door.

I watched her go, my eyes lingering on her tight little ass as it wiggled under the fabric of her skirt.





With the Neighbor Ch. 04



I looked over at Leigh, and found her looking at my cock, hungrily.

"Besides," Téa said. Someone needs to clean off poor Derek. 

Téa walked over to him, slowly. Derek's eyes bored into her, and Leigh's shifted over to her as well. Derek glanced at Leigh as if expecting her to say something, but Leigh just sat there with a small smile playing across her features, giving him al the permission he would need. Téa dropped to her knees before him, and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was still shining with Leigh's juices.

I could only smile.

"Would you like me to clean you, Derek?" Téa asked, looking up at him, her small hand stroking him slowly.

Poor Derek could only nod. Téa lowered her head, closing her mouth over him. He had started to lose his erection after pulling out of Leigh, but it came back quickly under Téa's manipulations.

Leigh watched Téa working on him, eyes intent on his cock slipping in and out of Téa's wet mouth, but I didn't give her too much time to enjoy the view. I walked over to her, and her eyes slid to mine.

"I've been wanting you all day," I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear me and no one else.

"Then come and take me," she answered just as low.

Our lips met, and I felt her legs spread for me and wrap around my waist. My cock found her pussy as if it knew the way by heart, and I drove into her quickly.

There was nothing slow about it. Neither one of us wanted slow. We rarely did when we were together. Her arms wrapped around me, and I felt her lift herself off the table and onto me completely. My hands left her to rest on the table to support us, as she clutched me to her tightly, driving herself onto my rigid dick with abandon. I met her thrust for thrust. Her kisses were hungry and pleading, until she pulled her mouth away from mine, and just held onto me. I knew she had fantasized about this very thing . . . about fucking Derek while I watched, and then fucking me immediately afterward. Now she was living that fantasy. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Derek bending Téa over the same table, and driving into her from behind, quickly. 

It had finally happened. No more hiding. No more secrets. Just four adults enjoying each other equally.

I felt Leigh bite down on my shoulder, and heard her soft voice in my ear egging me on.

Téa did the same for Derek, serenading him with gasps and moans, and imploring him to fuck her hard and deep.

I knew we weren't going to last long, and we didn't.

I drove into Leigh harder and faster, and felt the familiar ache begin to form. "I'm going to cum," I growled.

It was as if the words alone pushed Leigh over the edge again. He body stiffened and shook as her orgasm hit her. She clutched me tightly to her body as I drove into her. "Cum with me . . ." she moaned.

That was it. As if on command, my balls clenched, and the first jet of cum shot from my cock and into her already cum-soaked pussy. My entire body shook with the full force of my orgasm. Leigh didn't even slow. Her cunt milked me dry, squeezing me as if imploring me to pump her full of cum. And my cock was more than willing to oblige. It seemed like a gallon of sperm drained out of me, until my knees went weak and my legs shook. Eventually she slowed to a stop, and lowered herself back on the table, but didn't unwrap her legs from me. I knew why. Another fantasy of hers fulfilled . . . having the cum from both of us inside of her. And she didn't want to let any of it go. My cock twitched inside of her just from the thought . . .

Next to us, Téa and Derek had worked themselves into a frenzy. Téa was already in the midst of what looked like an earth-shattering orgasm, and from the look on Derek's face he wouldn't be far behind.

Less than a minute later he groaned, and we knew he was emptying himself into my wife. Téa moaned in response, welcoming it inside of her. It was an incredible sight.

Then they, too, were still.

Finally, and regrettably, I withdrew from Leigh, drawing a mournful sigh from her, and went to get the last of the beers from the cooler. I opened four of them, and put them on the table.

Téa and Derek separated, and Téa leaned against the table, exhausted. I passed out the beers, and held out mine for a toast. The four bottles 'clinked' together.

"You two have to come over here more often."

Laughter.