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Welcome to the Suburbs

By: manhattanlatin



I had loved the city life and spent my early twenties in flats above bars and restaurants. It made the transition from hello to sex a lot easier. Let's step outside and have a smoke, oh and by the way I live just upstairs worked all too well. It didn't hurt that I was reasonably good looking and charming.

As the years passed my tastes matured and the once every night party became a nuisance.

As I exited my twenties I found myself seeking more quiet moments and better digs, so I found a nice house and moved to the suburbs. A few weeks later, I had settled in and gone were the boxes of belongings full of memories.

My neighborhood featured rows of houses across which I did my daily runs, past expensive cars, the occasional neighbor would wave, and the soccer moms who grouped together for group fast walking to keep their figures. I politely met those I could and partook in neighborhood hosted events to get a better grasp of my new surroundings.

One day, during my two mile run, I was flagged down by a shout and a well-manicured hand beckoning me from an expensive German automobile. The lady sitting in the passenger seat smiled behind her sunglasses and introduced herself as Rose McIntyre.

I recognized the surname, as it also belonged to the president of the homeowners association. I tried to gauge her age but was too distracted by the abundance of cleavage visible from the V-neck of her sweater.

I introduced myself and told her all about how welcome my new neighbors had made me feel. We chatted for a bit about basic banalities, who does the best gardening service, and who does handy work on the fly. Eventually we got around to talking about exercise and the challenge of staying fit. This eventually evolved into her tales of how her husband had let himself go and joined the rest of the neighborhood husbands who preferred golfing to a minutes per day on the treadmill.

I smiled and took it all in, she was charming and engaging. I found myself wondering what her full lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. She handed me her business card and told me if I ever needed an exercise buddy to ring her up anytime, emphasis on "anytime."

Over the next few weeks I ran into Rose from time to time and she would introduce me to whichever friend she had along that day. I met Julia Robertson, a widow in her forties who had an hour glass figure, hip long black hair, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I met Melissa Garner, the wife of the town mega bucks. A woman short in stature but bulging in all the right places, her strawberry blonde hair set in bangs teasingly danced over her emerald eyes. Her slender neck led to a petite body with surgically enhanced breasts and a flat stomach. These women were part of the soccer mom club I mentioned, which led me to additional information about other women who will play no part in this story.

Each woman had given me enough once overs to last a lifetime. My jogs started to take longer due to all of these polite social pauses. I had been seeing someone from the city who took the occasional drive to the burbs to visit, but those visits had become more infrequent and things had started to fizzle out.

One sunny Sunday afternoon a knock on my front door jostled me out of my television induced lull. The game played on the tube and a half sipped beer sat on my coffee table, I hadn't been expecting company so I was dressed in sweats and a tank top. I grabbed the remote and lowered the volume and headed towards the door to answer it.

I looked through the peep hole and saw a smiling Rose standing on my porch holding some sort of dish. I opened the door quickly and smiling and welcomed her in. As she crossed the threshold, the scent of her expensive perfume wafted in, intoxicating me. I had familiarity with the scent, it was one I had come across many times at fund raisers when being introduced to this or that wife. She wore a skirt that came just to her knees, her strong legs and calves led to three inch black heels. Up top she wore another of her famous V-necks that showcases her plentiful breasts. She stopped and turned and said "Don't close the door Melissa and Julia should be right behind me."

A few hours later we'd finished off three bottles of wine. The ladies were all giddy and into the music that played in the background. I was still in my sweats and tank top, they'd all told me "Don't be silly it's your home, be comfortable." I knew the tank top left little to the imagination regarding my toned torso, and if they enjoyed the view, who was I to deny them? The other ladies were dressed a bit more conservatively when they arrived but as the wine flowed the buttons on their blouses became a bit more undone. The sun finally started to settle and first Melissa, followed by Julia, started hinting they'd be leaving soon.

Rose on the other hand dropped no hints of joining them. Another half an hour and a glass of wine a piece and they were on their way. Now it was just Rose and I on the couch as jazz set the backdrop. Rose started asking me personal questions, whether I was single? Had I ever been married? Did I miss the city and all of its fun? I answered every question openly, telling her of my fizzled romance. She scooted over when I told her about my city friend, she looked into my eyes deeply and said "her loss" as she leaned into and planted her ruby red lips on mine.

At this point the damn burst and my arms pulled her closer, her hands went around the back of my neck and she held on like she never wanted to let go. Her scent, her warmth and her kiss was having the expected effect on me. I always go au natural under my clothing, except when I run (for obvious reasons,) and the fact I had nothing controlling my cock things became quite obvious. One of her hands slid down my neck across my chest and directly into my lap, it rested flatly across my erection, she wanted to touch but she wouldn't wrap her hand around it.

I grabbed hold of her hand and closed it around the bulbous head of my cock. She removed her lips from mine and her eyes shot wide open as her fingers kneaded me. "Your head is so big," she commented as she kept gripping it. I was too caught up in the enjoyment of having my cock played with that all I could do was moan. I had closed my blinds earlier, so the risk of being seen was greatly reduced. I lifted my hips and slid off my sweats so she could have full and direct access to my engorged fun toy.

She stared at it for several seconds hungrily, she then looked up into my eyes again as if asking for permission. A smile from me was all she needed before she ripped the sweater over her head. She stood and let her skirt fall to the ground and she stepped out of it without removing her heels. She had on sheer panties and bra, which left nothing at all to the imagination. Her already transparent under garments were even more so due to her excited state. Her nipples pierced through her bra like bullets, and her panties were almost nonexistent due to the moistness of her pussy.

She walked over to me on the couch and sat in my lap facing me, her tits in my face and looked down at me smiling. "I wanted you the moment I saw you," she said between gasps of air. Her sex rubbed on mine, only separated by the sheer fabric of her panties. I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, finding first one nipple and then the other. She moaned and ground into me even harder. It was becoming too much for me, I reached down and realized in order to remove her panties it would require her to get up.

I didn't want her to move so I ripped them off at the hips, she sat up a bit so I could slide them off. The fabric dragging across my cock sent chills up my body, she wasted no time settling back down unencumbered by clothing. The length of my cock nestled between her lips and she kept grinding her clit across it bringing herself to orgasm while I feasted on her breasts. Her breaths came in short gasps as she approached her first climax. She moaned whispers of "oh," and "I need this," eventually pitching higher into repetitive cries of "oh my god I'm cumming." She collapsed into my chest, her ass now sticking out away from my lap and my cock reset running the opposite length towards her ass.

I held her for a few minutes as she gathered herself, she responded to my embrace by kissing my ears and neck and whispering into my ear "this is better than I had imagined." I knew better than to push, my years in the city had taught me to let a woman work at her speed and offer herself to you. It removes a lot of the guilt they'd feel from carnal acts the day after. So I let her enjoy the next ten minutes with kissing and groping, the expected "I want you in me" came seductively between a gasp for air. I would let her have control in initiating what was to come, she reached behind her and caressed the excess of cock that extended from behind her ass.

She gently kneaded its head and wrapped her slender fingers around it. She grasped it and led it towards her pussy with the expertise and confidence of a woman her age. As the head penetrated her labia she stopped and said "it's so big," just before she pushed back and buried half of my cock in one stroke.

Now I was to take control, so I grabbed her hips and pushed her down the rest of the way. She gasped and came, she moaned and tightly grabbed on my neck planting her luscious lips on mine once again. We became one with the rhythm of the music in the background, her tight juicy pussy sucking my hard cock for it was worth.

Gone were the pleasantries after another three orgasms, in came the "fuck me," and "break me with your hard Latin cock." I was nearing the point of no return, she sensed this and let me thrust up into her. Without words, we both knew pulling out was not an option, it had been far too long for me and her. With my head banging away near her cervix, my cum erupted and splashed her walls. The act sent her over the edge again and she cried out "fucking shit I'm cumming, fill my hot pussy with your cum."

She shrieked and writhed on top of me, I did not stop thrusting before her orgasm had fully ended. She collapsed once again into my torso and laid there for a few minutes before my still half hard cock slid from her. She reached down and cupped her sex, my seed leaking from it and into the palm of her hand. I expected her to run for the nearest bathroom, but instead she rubbed it into her pussy before bringing that hand up to her mouth for a taste. She smiled and got up, bent down to pick up her skirt flashing me her fantastic ass.

She slid her clothes back into place and grabbed her purse before she walked over to me. She bent down and kissed me once again before saying, "You and I must do this again soon." She swayed her hips as she walked to my front door, she stopped looked over her shoulder and said "Julia wants you to come around for lunch sometime," just before she closed the door behind her.

I sat there in silence reveling in the fantastic fuck I'd just had thinking to myself, "I am going to enjoy the suburbs."

Welcome to the Suburbs Ch. 02



Please read part one to get a better idea of the characters in this story.

*****

My time with Rose was exactly what I had needed. My want for the taste and scent of a real woman grew even more. That night as I lay on my new bed, her perfume still fresh on my skin reminded me of her and led me to replaying the nights events over in my head. From her parting words and her reaction to what took place, I knew this was only the beginning. With those thoughts I drifted off into the best sleep I had experienced in quite some time.

The following morning I awoke feeling like a million bucks. I prepared breakfast, showered and shaved. 

Went through my closet and found some casual articles of clothing to make a proper appearance. I was due to have lunch with Julia Robertson, the forty year old widow to whom Rose had introduced me. 

Julia had been flirty the previous night but gave no indication it would or could be more than that. After all, she had to know that Rose had stayed behind for something more intimate than had been on the menu. 

So, I locked my front door around 11:45 that morning and made my way down the street, curious as to what lay ahead.

Four minutes later I knocked on her front door and waited for an answered. I looked around her front lawn and realized she had possibly the most beautiful lawn I had ever seen, covered in flowers and perfectly manicured all across. Even the house was recently painted, so I knew this was a woman who liked things in order. 

The door opened and I was greeted by Julia's dazzling smile. She welcomed me in and pulled me in for a hug. She pressed herself tightly against my chest and wrapped her arms around my back. We stood there holding each other for what felt like an hour, but in reality was around a minute. The sound of classical music played in the background and the smell of her efforts in the kitchen filled the front of the house. When she pulled away she held my hands and gave me an opportunity to fully check her out.

She wore a white sundress that hugged her tightly, leaving less to the imagination than her previous night's attire. She seemed comfortable and relaxed, the excitement in her eyes pronounced. She led me by the hand towards her living room, a cushy room decorated with what I imagined to be expensive artwork. The room was immaculate as if it had barely seen any company. We sat on the couch, casually stealing glances at each other while I took it all in.

I finally broke the ice, asking her about the fantastic artwork around me. I knew someone who had this many paintings would certainly be passionate about it. I was right, she launched into tales of winning auctions and attending charity events, creating this collection. She told me about how sensual she found painting, how it must take a passionate person to paint so much detailed scenery. I watched her enthusiasm grow and her body relax. 

After some time, we made our way to the dining room where she served us up her culinary efforts. The meal was excellent and the wine she served complimented the spread. We talked about the usual things, such as careers and our interests. I learned that Julia had married young, the trophy wife for a law firm partner who had lost his life in a tragic accident some four years back. Her eyes welled with tears and I got up from my side of the table and walked over to her, grabbed her hand and helped her rise to her feet. I wrapped my arms around her while she broke into tears, we just stood there until she finally settled down.

She looked up at me and smiled. "You must think horribly of me," she said. "Not at all," was my simple reply. She had heard my story the night before, we both shared a lack of intimacy. I knew I had to be careful here, this wasn't a woman of Rose's pedigree. She was considerably more fragile. I decided, then and there, to not push the issue but let things progress in an organic fashion. 

To distract her, I started swaying my hips in a rhythmic dancing style along to the music in the background, she soon followed suit. I am not the most graceful dancer, especially with classical music, but it did the trick.

We danced from room to room until we were back in her living room. She giggled and twirled enjoying herself. Once the song ended, we found ourselves back on her couch toasting to the musicians who provided us with such great music. The wine was affecting me now, as I could tell it was affecting her. We were both looser with our touching and our joking. She joked about how I was the talk amongst the ladies of the neighborhood. "It's not every day we get some eye candy around here," she joked, as her hand playfully slapped my thigh.

I pulled her in close and embraced her, whispering my appreciation of her compliments and paying some compliments of my own. She cooed at my words and pressed harder into me, resting her chin on my shoulder while urging me to go on. My hands rubbed across her back as I continued to tell her how wonderful I thought she was. Her hands worked their way down to the top of my ass and her hands grasped it and squeezed. 

I suggested she give me a tour of the rest of the house, knowing that nothing would happen on this couch. Moving out of this room would be a good idea. She took the hint and smiled, grabbed my hand and started showing me her study, her media room and then stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She took one look at me as if deciding whether crossing this line is something she could handle.

In a matter of seconds, she had made up her mind. She took each step ahead of me seductively. Her hips swayed and her ass pronounced. I was hypnotized by the view, the sundress left much of her legs exposed. Her long black hair rested just above that fantastic ass of hers. At the top of the stairs she stopped and kicked off her shoes, I walked up behind her and pressed my front to her back. My excitement was clearly evident to her. She pressed back into me, almost knocking me down the stairs. 

Had it not been for the banister, this encounter could've ended with a trip to the hospital and set off a run of gossip around the neighborhood. 

We walked the second floor of her home as one, step in step. Her hands grabbed my wrists, preventing me from unwrapping my arms from around her. In this fashion, we toured her guest rooms and eventually arrived at the end of the hall just outside of her bedroom. She released one of my arms, so she could turn the door knob. She spun around in my arms and looked deeply into my eyes with her beautiful blue eyes. 

The fire was alive and roaring in them. I leaned down into a kiss and she responded with a desire I had felt very few times in my life. 

She walked backwards holding our kiss in place refusing to end it, until the back of her thighs came in contact with the bed. Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck, and she smiled just before she gave us both a strong jerk that sent us flying on top of the bed. My full weight came down above her, my chest pressed against her abundant tits. She wrapped her thighs around my hips and my hard dick pressed hard against her panty covered pussy. I kissed her hard and ground myself against her. 

Her hands reached down and pushed my hips up to gain access to the buckle of my belt, followed by the button and zipper of my pants. I had worn tight fitting boxers with an open flap, which my cock sprang from instantly. She toyed with the head as I moaned my approval into her mouth. She rubbed the tip across her soaked panties. I could've fucked her right then and there but I wanted to hook her. I wanted her to want this more than once. I wanted to blow her mind so much that I could have her anytime and anywhere I wanted.

I made my way from her lips down her neck to her cleavage. She pushed aside her panties and rubbed my cock along her slit. She kept trying to slip its head into her sopping pussy, but I kept it at length that prevented it from fully entering her. My cock was hard and teased along her lips. She released her hold and grabbed my head as I continued kissing along her tits. She then released my head, when it became too much, and ripped her own dress. 

She wore a silk bra that contained those beauties. I used my free hands to slip the straps from her shoulders, yanking down the cups to finally lay my eyes on them. They were glorious and heavy to my touch. Her nipples pronounced and calling for my mouth to capture them.

I scooted up, jabbing my cock at her slit, parting her lips. My shaft violently pushed her clit. She shook and grabbed my arms piercing my flesh with her nails, she looked down at me as she came. Her eyes glazed over, I smiled around the nipple trapped between my lips and gave a gentle lick with the tip of my tongue. I reached out and grabbed the ripped fabric and yanked the rest away continuing to tear it as it fell away from her body. She now laid beneath me almost entirely naked. 

I started to unbutton my shirt, she stopped me because she wanted to do it herself. She used her feet to push my pants all the way off my legs as I kicked off my shoes. She pulled my shirt off and yanked my undershirt off impatiently, dying to get it off. 

I reached around her and unclasped her bra and tossed it across the room, while her hands felt up my pecs and stomach. She toyed with the hairs just above my groin and leaned up to plant kisses across my chest. Her body was phenomenal, her passion and needs very evident. I wondered how long she had gone without a man to give it to her good.

I pushed her back onto the mattress and trailed kisses down her body, my hands grabbed her panties and aggressively yanked them down her well-toned legs. I got up from the bed made my may to the hallway where she had left her heels behind, and returned with them in hand. I smiled as I put each one back on each foot. She was taken aback by this and gave me an inquiring look. I answered by lowering my face to her exposed pussy and gave it a lick. It was all the answer she needed.

I penetrated her labia with my tongue and inserted it as deep as I could. "Oh my godddddd," she repeated over and over again. Her hands found the back of my head and kept it in place. Her hips came up from the bed seeking more of my mouth, when I got my lips around her excited clit she lost it. Her legs shot up, they grasped my head and squeeze me for all I was worth. I managed to shift my nose in a way that allowed me to breathe, but continue to suck and lick. I grabbed her pliant ass and parted her cheeks with my fingers. 

Another orgasm was about to hit her, by now I recognized the signs. I waited for her to get as close as I could time it, and just before it landed I shifted my mouth down to her rosebud. I stuck my tongue into its clenched entrance and pushed. She shrieked and arched her back while screaming "I fucking love you!! 

Don't stop." When the trembling subsided, she collapsed on the bed with her eyes closed. I thought perhaps she had passed out from the power of her orgasm.

When her eyes finally opened, she seemed worried. I didn't understand why, but I wasn't going to let her continue feeling that way. I slid up her body and kissed her again, sucking on her lips, like I was trying to steal them from her face. She wrapped her arms around me and embraced me. 

When we finally came up for air she whispered, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." I smiled, shifted my hips so my cock was at her entrance, and jabbed forward. I whispered back, "No need to feel sorry," as the head of my hard cock broke through the resistance of her tight pussy. "Say anything you want and feel," I added, before I pushed myself half way into her.

She gasped as her under-used pussy grabbed my cock and shaped itself around it. She was so hot and tight I knew I wasn't going to last long. Julia lay beneath me incoherent, between the moaning, the rolling of her eyes, and the grasping of the bed sheet. She was in the throes of passion. Each stroke brought out more cries of passion. "Fuck me baby," she urged. "I love your cock inside of me," she cried. I grabbed her legs and wrapped them around my hips for leverage, giving me the angle for driving deep into her.

My full seven inches slid in and out of her, coated in her juices and making obscene sounds. My balls slapped onto her ass, while I alternated my mouth from nipple to nipple. She came again and again as I chased my own climax. Her words increased in filth, gone was the perfect lady and out came the long dormant sexual beast within her. 

"Fill me with your hot hard cock," she moaned, "make my body yours baby." This only raised my own level of excitement and as I approached my orgasm, I tried to pull out. She resisted with her legs, "Oh no you don't, big boy. Give it to me," she demanded. I was more than too happy to please. I let it go, the cum surged from my cock and sprayed her pussy walls. My head coming in contact with her cervix. 

I could feel her tight pussy contracting and relaxing around my shaft, milking me for every last drop. I groaned my appreciation onto the side of her cheek. She embraced me with her arms, gyrating her hips, coaxing me.

We laid there for fifteen or so minutes, my half hard cock still in her. She kissed me sleepily and I rolled off her. I laid on my back staring at the ceiling. She rolled over and placed her head on my chest with one of her legs draped over mine. We dozed off.

I awoke a few hours later on my side with my chest pressed against her back. The warmth of her body felt wonderful, the smell of her only added to it. Her perfect round ass pressed against my reinvigorated cock. 

Outside the sun had set, and the only light in the room came from the light in the hallway. She must've been having a good dream because her ass wriggled against my hardness. I slipped a hand between us and angled the head of my cock so it was just at her entrance. Next time she wiggled her ass, she'd be in for a big surprise. Just as I had planned she wiggled and I slipped inside, once the head was in, I pushed in the remaining shaft. She woke up moaning. "I thought it was a dream," she said. "It certainly isn't a dream," I replied, as I grabbed her hips and pumped into her for all I was worth. She threw her ass back at me, now better accustomed to my size she wanted it all.

"Fill me with your cum again," she begged while she gritted her teeth and clenched her hands around her pillow. My hands found her tits and pulled her back to me. I pumped and pumped and pumped. My orgasm earlier allowed me to fuck her much longer and harder before reaching the point of no return. "I really liked feeling your cum in me," she said between moans and gasps. "I loved feeling your seed feeding my pussy," she added. I groaned into her right ear, she took this as a sign to keep talking. 

"I have never been fucked so good," she continued. "Use my body for your pleasure baby," she cried. grabbing my hands that toyed with her pussy. She came and her pussy grew even tighter as it milked me. 

I let it rip and came gushing deep into her. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow. But in the position I was in, I couldn't fully turn my head. Someone had been watching, this much I knew. Julia was a woman who lived alone, so who could it had been?



Welcome to the Suburbs Ch. 03



An hour later I fucked Julia a third time in the shower. I didn't tell her that I thought someone had snuck into her house and watched us in the throes of passion. The last thing I wanted was to unnerve this woman who had given herself completely to me, despite her initial apprehensions. 

She kissed me at the door, sad to see me go. She reluctantly wished me an enjoyable nights rest and expressed her interest in doing this again. I looked around my neighborhood seeing the bright lights of families gathered in their dens, watching television or just doing what families do. I entered my empty house, grabbed a beer and planted myself on the couch, revisiting the amazing experience a simple lunch had turned into.

I had been in this suburb a very short time and had met some wonderful people. It had never dawned on me when making the choice to move here that I would find myself in the middle of adventures I had come to experience. I moved here looking for quiet, but I had found so much more than that. I had stumbled across a community of under-appreciated women in need of passion in their lives. I worried a bit about how all of this would unfold but I was willing to ride it out to the end.

The next few days were quiet. I continued my daily jogs through the neighborhood. Casually glancing at the faces of those I encountered, to see if I could pinpoint who had watched my performance with Julia. Everyone was suspicious, but nobody was a dead giveaway. As the days passed, I let it go. Perhaps it was just my imagination and we had not been watched. Every time I ran past Julia's house, I would see her looking out from behind her curtain smiling and waving. I would wave back and move along. I wanted to give her time to marinate in the memories of our encounter. I did just enough to show her I was interested without making her think it was a one-time thing. 

Rose, on the other hand, had taken to emailing me pictures of herself in various stages of undress. If her asshole husband only knew what she was doing, for me, with his beloved golf clubs. On one of these days, after receiving a picture, I heard a knock on my back door. I opened it to see Rose in her husband's trench coat. She rushed inside and parted it, showing me her nude body beneath. This woman was hot to trot and I gave it to her right up against the refrigerator door. She quickly left just as fast as she had arrived.

I checked my mailbox and saw an invitation from the Garner's (Melissa, who I had met twice before was married to the towns richest man.) It was a black tie affair at their home. I dreaded the idea of being stuck in a room with stuffy men bragging about their golf game and their prowess at business. I am not particularly interested in politics, and these men loved to use social events to rant about everything that was wrong with the country. Being neighborly, I knew I had to attend. It would look bad if I didn't show up. 

It also did not hurt to have a friendly association with the upper echelon of people, who influenced those who lived around me. 

I donned my new suit, gave myself a once over and sipped on a bit of cognac to make the night's events more digestible. I hopped in my car and made my way to their home. I arrived ten minutes later, invitation in hand, where I was met by a valet who took my keys and greeted me to the estate of the Garner's. The house was the biggest house around. Mr. Garner had purchased several surrounding homes to build this monstrosity, and tribute to French over indulgence. 

Inside, the chatter of attendees filled the vast rooms. Waiters with drinks and food circled the room, making sure no hand was void of a drink. Melissa Garner walked over in her red gown and greeted me, thanking me for coming to their shindig. I politely thanked her for the invitation as she guided me over to introduce me to her husband. 

As the richest man in the room, as well as host of the event, he was surrounded by every sucker who aspired to be like him. Mr. Garner was a dry man who had little in the way of a sense of humor. I don't believe Mr. Garner, or Ted as he asked me to call him, had very much experience with people of color. He sized me up quickly and launched into a plethora of questions about my origins, education, and profession. I had dealt with this in the corporate world, so I was prepared and answered every question as politely as I could, even if I found the questions to be insulting. 

He eased up once I divulged that I held patents in information technology that he and his buddies were sure to use. The fact that I was in anyway responsible for helping these men increase their wealth was a welcomed bit of information. I was of use to them, or so my background led them to believe. I was the perfect example of their mantra that anyone can pull themselves up by their own britches in this country. 

For a good portion of the evening, he paraded me around introducing me to his social circle as some sort of trophy acquisition that had overcome his humble beginnings. It didn't hurt that he had talked me into making a hefty donation to one of his causes, to which I knew I had to quickly agree.

I eventually had enough of the introductions and freed myself from his net. I worked the room greeting neighbors I had come to know from meeting casually around town. Everyone was dressed in their best and the wives were much more receptive of me than their husbands. A few suggested I meet this daughter or that niece, much to the consternation of their husbands. I enjoyed the reactions of the husbands and took it all in as fun. Then, I politely declined, much to their relief. 

As the night wound down, I learned more and more about my new world. This was certainly a place where everyone was trying to keep up with the Joneses. A woman I hadn't met before bumped into me and slid a piece of paper in my pocket, then excused herself. I found the nearest bathroom, one of six in this home. I relieved my bladder and washed my hands before pulling out the paper and reading the note put there by the mysterious woman. The note was short but very clear. "I saw you at Julia's house, find me."

I crumbled the note and flushed it down the toilet. This was a very daring woman and clearly she had been the shadow I had seen that night at Julia's home. I had to get down to the bottom of this. I knew Julia was at this event because we had been stealing glances at each other the whole night. Men were trying to chat her up, but she was more interested in following me with her eyes. From time to time, I would notice she was a bit jealous of the obvious flirting some of the wives were doing.

I crossed the room and joined Julia, I smiled and said hello. She looked at me with her twinkling eyes and said, "I wondered how long it would take you to find me." I apologized and told her I was just being polite to these bores. She laughed and agreed with the bore jab I had made. I asked her if I could see her after the event, she lit up and nodded. I had to figure out a way of bringing up the subject of the mysterious woman without raising suspicion. She told me that she would be heading home soon, and that I could join her at my own pace. I agreed that I would continue to mingle for a bit before finding an excuse to leave.

For the next half hour, I chatted up people and listened to some of the worst jokes I had ever heard. I graciously smiled and halfheartedly chuckled. I had been keeping an eye out for more of my neighbors, but even with three more hours at this party, I would not have been able to meet them all. I decided to take one more trip to the bathroom before taking off. I had given time to allow the liquor to work its way through my system, so I could drive to Julia's without risking an accident or a possible arrest for driving under the influence. As I made my way down the corridor, Melissa step out of a nearby doorway. She smiled seductively at me, the intoxication quite evident.

"Hope you are enjoying the party," she offered. I gave her a big smile and complimented her home as a guest should. "This palace, all too myself and many dark corners for lots of deeds," she replied. I don't know if it was the champagne that was bringing this forwardness on her part, but she had always come across as much more reserved. Her emerald eyes playfully drank me in, she undressed me and put me back together with her smoldering look. "We should get together sometime," she spoke low, as to not be overheard. "I'm practically here alone all the time."

I told her I'd take her up on that offer, and made my way to the john. Ten minutes later, I was on my way to Julia's home, already at half-mast and ready to go. A few minutes later, I parked my car in front of my house and walked over to Julia's house. I thought that if a neighbor saw my car there in the morning, it would send the rumor mill into overdrive. She recognized this when she welcomed me in and thanked me for being so thoughtful. "Wouldn't these bitches love a good story to spread," she stated while she laughed.

Julia had changed into a silky robe that came down to her upper thighs with a pair of white three inch heels. She seemed as ready to go as I was, except this time she didn't require any building up. It hadn't been that long since our last joined climax, but it was long enough to well up new needs in her. She hugged me and kissed me. She spoke seductively as she stated clearly how much she wanted and needed me to have my way with her. This time, she didn't need to lead the way anywhere. I was going to have this woman wherever and however I wanted.

I picked her up in my arms and laid us both down on her white carpet, slowly reaching to untie the fabric that held her robe closed. She stared longingly at my every action. Beneath her robe she wore nothing at all, her delicious body exposed fully to my eyes. She probed my eyes for reaction and I certainly gave her plenty to read. I licked my lips, but this time I wasn't going to wait, I wanted this woman and I wanted her now. 

I pulled off my suit jacket and tie, stood up and dropped my trousers to the ground and stepped out of them and my shoes in two blinks. I was back down between her legs in seconds, my hard cock aimed at the pot of gold I was about to work over. Her body was ready for me, it needed no preparation. It was awake and calling out to me, when I tested the waters her pussy was soaked with her excitement. 

I worked my head into her as she spread out her legs wider to accommodate me better. This wasn't going to be making love, this was going to be fast and hard. Once I was halfway in I dropped all my weight into my next motion and buried myself deep in her. Her guttural sounds told me she loved it, the full weight of my body sent my cock shooting into her pussy like a bullet entering a gun's chamber. 

The warmth of her pussy was a welcomed feeling, she was still as tight as ever. Her hands pawed at my back and worked their way down to grab my ass while she cried out to me how much she loved my cock. It pleased me to no end to hear her vocal expressions of lust. The gentleman in me decided to take the night off and the bar crawling bastard in me decided to pay a visit. I worked her pussy long and hard. I bit at her neck and roughly handled her tits, hands, and mouth. I rolled us over and had her ride me while I watched her tits bounce up and down, as her neck craned her head back from pleasure. The woman was gone, she was over the edge and sought no way back. She rode me with her strong legs for all I was worth. My hands worked her juicy ass and helped her rise and fall.

I shot my first load of cum deep into her and she roared and trembled. I wasted no time and gave her no time to relax or come down. I grabbed her and bent her over her plush couch in the most undignified doggy style position I could, spread eagle with her ass in the air I stepped behind her with my still hard cock angrily searching for her deepest depths. The combination of her many orgasms as well as my own made the passage slick and easy.

I grabbed that long black hair of hers and wrapped it around my fist, I pulled hard. Her head jerked back naturally at the force of my pull. My other hand slapped at her ass leaving an imprint of my hand across her ass cheeks. She loved it and moaned her approval. I rode her hard and fast for the next half an hour until we both collapsed into a heap of on the couch. Still inside of her, our heartbeat became one and our breaths came deep and ragged. She cooed and reached to her pussy to rub it, as well as my still embedded cock.

"You make me feel so alive," she stated as she felt the mixture of our cum dripping out of her. I didn't want to move, neither did she. My cock still half erect didn't plop out, so I felt her pussy still throbbing around it. This woman had lost a lot of time and wanted to make up for it. I took this time to ask her if she had enjoyed the party. She replied that the party wasn't in the remote vicinity of how much she had enjoyed this. Casually, I made light of some of the people I had met that evening. 

I started with the husbands, then switched to the women. I hoped she would volunteer the information I had sought, and she did. The woman in question was Victoria Winchester. She and Julia had been friends for over fifteen years. Victoria was a divorcee who was raising two young children and had done very well for herself in her divorce. Julia seemed fond of Victoria, so perhaps I should handle this situation with a level of delicacy. The last thing I wanted was to ruin a good thing by being too greedy.

It was late into the night before we finally rose from the couch, my sleeping glistening cock dangled between my legs in an obscene fashion. It swung with each step. We were too tired for a shower, so we made our way to her bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I looked over and saw Julia lying next to me. What the fuck? I asked this out loud as I rushed from the bed, taking two steps at a time. I arrived at the bottom landing with the thud of my feet smacking against the hard wood floor. I looked around and headed straight for the kitchen. There at the small table Julia kept in her kitchen sat Victoria, sipping a cup of joe with a wicked smile on her face.

She looked me up and down. I was still completely undressed with my junk in its perpetual morning wood salute. "Well now that's what I call a good morning," she said slyly. "My coffee could use some creamer. I hope Julia left some for me to have."



Welcome to the Suburbs Ch. 04



Note to reader: If you haven't read the previous three chapters I suggest you to have a better understanding of what's taking place. I am working on an extended fifth chapter for the story at the moment. Thank you for the overwhelming support.

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I had woken up at Julia's the night after the party at the Garner household. In a state of panic, I had rushed down to her kitchen, still naked, and now stood there in the buff in front of her friend Victoria. My morning wood was making its appearance, much to the enjoyment of this woman sitting at the table drinking her coffee. I was too stunned to react and the idea of covering up never crossed my mind.

"Joaquin, how sweet of you to make us..." Julia's voice came to a sudden halt as she came around behind me and noticed her friend sitting there. "Well good morning," said Victoria in a joking manner. "Definitely looks like you had a good night." Julia looked horrified as she stood to my immediate right. We both looked at each other, searching for answers. She pulled me to the bottom landing and gave me a knowing look. I understood right away that these two women had much to talk about and I probably shouldn't be around for it. We both headed upstairs, where I got dressed and Julia put on a robe, a few minutes later I kissed her goodbye and headed home.

With the mystery of our audience now solved, I couldn't help but wonder what was about to happen. From Victoria's reaction this morning, I doubted she looked was embarrassed by this situation, but I didn't know the dynamic of their relationship. I could've asked Rose about it, but I quickly decided not to. Rose had limited our interactions to flirting and sexual encounters. I did not know if she technically knew what was going on between Julia and me.

The next few days were pretty quiet, my emails and texts with Rose continued. She was out of town with her husband, visiting friends, but her torrent of flirtations didn't stop. I hadn't heard from Julia, but I had received a few calls and invitations from her other friend Melissa. I had put off any of suggestions of meeting with her because it was starting to feel like I was playing with fire and there was a risk of things exploding in my face. I took to my work, I had been ignoring my project. Part of the reason I moved to the suburbs was to have less distraction from creating new software. Tedious and focus consuming work, I found myself trying to hammer out this new algorithm most unsuccessfully. Even my daily run had been put off the last few days.

I decided to drive down to the city to visit a few friends and do a bit of shopping. I returned home later that day reinvigorated by my outing. I stopped by an art gallery and picked up a few pieces to decorate my new home. I wasn't all that interested in art, but they were great conversation pieces. I rang Julia up hoping to use my new pieces as an excuse to see her. She sounded pleased to hear from me and agreed to stop by in the next hour. I uncorked a few bottles of wine I had picked up and put on a bit of jazz.

Julia came over and smiled when I greeted her at the door. I ushered her in and walked her over to my new hanging art. She stood back and observed it as most art lovers do. Processing the lines, contrast, and hues as they do. Eventually she disengaged her attention from the frame and turned it to me. "You have fantastic taste," she said. The conversation turned to her inquiring about my visit to the city, how she should visit this or that gallery herself.

"I'm surprised but pleased you called," she said in her sultry tone. "I thought perhaps the other morning scared you away," she continued as she inched closer on the couch. She went on to tell me that she and Victoria usually did their speed walk together every morning, and when she hadn't shown up that morning Victoria had come over and let herself in. This did not explain why Victoria had been there the other night, but I wasn't about to bring up the subject. I was too embroiled in relief that we could laugh and move past her obvious predicament that awkward morning. I planned to keep things light that evening but she had other plans. She suggested we head over to her house, she had something she wanted me to see.

It was dark out, so the likelihood of being seen by our neighbors was slim. We walked the short distance arm in arm like two excited lovers. We entered her house and made our way to her media room, there awaited a bottle of wine and two glasses. Seems she had planned for this, and now I was more curious than ever what I was actually in for. Julia had been pretty transparent up until now, so all this mystery had me a bit on edge. "Have a seat," she instructed. I sat down in one of her plush recliners which she pushed back into its most comfortable position. She poured us each a glass of wine and joined me in the adjoining recliner. She fiddled with a remote and the large screen before us lit up.

Before anything came on the screen she looked over at me and said "I hope you aren't too shocked, or think less of me after what I am about to show you." When her words ended she pressed play and a film started up.

The scene before me seemed like your typical home movie. A gathering of friends, people smiling for the camera, and drunken individuals socializing. A minute or so later the screen cut to a new setting, only Julia and Victoria could be seen in this shot. The camera had obviously been placed on a tripod or a table because the scene was a steady one, unlike the shaky experience its predecessor showed. The two women locked lips, I immediately noticed a difference in Julia's hair length, and assumed this video was not made recently. I looked over at Julia who was so engrossed in the video she did not notice me watching her face. Her left hand was working its way up her panty hosed leg and nearer to the hem of her loose fitting skirt. The effect of the video clearly evident, I was having my own reaction to watching these women make up and fondle each other.

My attention returned to the screen just in time to watch Victoria slip one of Julia's nipples into her mouth. Julia's head shot back and she pushed her chest out to Victoria. For the next few minutes, I watched as Victoria devoured my lover's tits. The screen cut to black and then the next scene appeared, both women were naked and passionately kissing again. One of Julia's hands were between Victoria's legs obviously stimulating her pussy. I again looked over at Julia who now had stuffed her hand up her skirt and was ever so casually stroking her pussy. My cock throbbed in my pants, its angle causing some discomfort so I decided to free it from its confines. The scene I was watching was so hot and the sounds these women were making were turning me mad with desire. I watched closely as Victoria got up and straddled Julia's face, lowering her pussy onto her mouth. She then bent over and spread Julia's legs in an effort to gain access herself. For the

next fifteen minutes I sat there watching as they licked, sucked, and fingered each other to climax.

When it was over, I returned my gaze to Julia who had closed her eyes and was wantonly fingering herself. With the sounds of the video now gone, the squishing of her fingers rang out like the sweetest song to my ears. I got out of the recliner and crawled over to her, I kissed my way up her legs and soon after found my nose nestled between her labia. Her fingers, coated with her juices, pressed against my cheek, urging me on. I flicked my tongue over her clit in rapid successions that caused her to raise her hips from the recliner. She humped at my mouth like a woman gone wild, her thighs clasped around the sides of my face and her pussy gushed its nectar all over my chin. She collapsed back into the recliner, still moaning and trembling, as the aftershock of her explosive orgasm still coursed through her body.

She opened her eyes and looked down at me, her eyes were glazed over, her face covered in sweat. She grabbed me by the ears and pulled me up, so we ended up face to face. She kissed and sucked her own juices off my lips, she kissed and sucked her juices off my chin. When she was done she said, "I'm sure you have a million questions for me." She was right, but I wasn't about ask now. I was more interested in getting my rocks off, and she too recognized this. I sat back in my recliner and she took the hint, she strode over pulling off her sweater and skirt. She draped one leg over my abdomen and reached for my cock. She rubbed it across her pussy a few times before inserting it and lowering herself on it.

"I've missed your hard dick so much," she moaned as she gyrated her hips and worked it in and out of herself. A dozen strokes in she climaxed again and her nails scratched at my chest. She kept riding me for all she was worth, she leaned down and started kissing my neck and ears. "I love the taste of pussy, even my own, but I love this cock more than anything in the world," she whispered. My natural reaction was to grab her hips and thrust up into her. My cum surged from my balls up the shaft and exploded into her. She cried out as the spurts caused my cock to throb in her, she continued riding me milking the last few drops. She got up and down between my legs and licked it clean before reaching down between her legs to scoop up the cum that was seeping out of her freshly fucked pussy. She sucked her fingers in bliss, lost in its taste, all while staring into my eyes deeply.

Seated back in her recliner, she finally got around to telling me how she found comfort in the arms of Victoria after her husband's tragic death. It had started out innocently enough, she pouring out her heart to Victoria over glasses of wine. That had relaxed her and one thing led to another on one such occasion. They had been lovers intensely at first, but when Victoria's now ex-husband started suspecting something was going on they slowed down. They had gotten together from time to time since, but not as regularly as they had in the past.

My limp dick started waking up listening to the sordid tales of their encounters, I reached down and grabbed it. She noticed instantly and chuckled, she stared at it hungrily and licked her lips. The woman I had once perceived as conservative was all but conservative. Despite her perfect public appearance, she was just as much a freak behind closed doors as me. For the next hour or so, we exchanged candid details of our most adventurous sexual experiences, my dick stayed hard the entire time. The knob on my desire was turned all the way up as I listened intently to her most private moments. When things had died down a bit with Victoria, she met a Puerto Rican woman from the city named Nydia Rivera via the internet. Things between them had progressed rather quickly, it was her first experience with another race and she was hooked. The way she described Nydia with such passion and detail gave me the impression that she felt deeply for her.

Nydia was about five foot tall, with beautiful eyes, and a body to die for. Apparently, Nydia was fiery and had introduced Julia to sexual wonders she previously hadn't imagined. Listening to this was too much for me, I needed to fuck something soon or I was going to blow my load sitting there just listening. "I have another surprise for you," Julia told me. She grabbed my cock and pulled me to my feet. She led me upstairs in this most awkward fashion, her grip on my dick was strong and she wasn't letting up. At the top of the landing, she turned and kissed me while stroking my engorged and excited cock. "Remember, whatever happens, it's because I want to share this with you." Just then she walked off into her room without another word.

Curiously, I waded in after her. What I saw took me by complete surprise. On the bed, a blindfolded and bound woman lay. Her wrist tied to the headboard and her legs were wide open and tied to straps that looped around the posts at the foot of the bed. Julia stood next to the bed admiring her and running a hand over the woman's flat stomach. The woman's ruby red lips parted and a moan escaped, as Julia's hand crept lower the moans rose in volume. How long this woman had laid there, tied, I did not know, but if she wasn't complaining who was I to complain for her.

Julia raised one finger to her lips instructing me to keep quiet, and then beckoned me over with the same finger. I finally got around to removing my shirt while I closed the distance between us. Julia leaned in and whispered "I want to watch you fuck her," she kissed my ear and then added, "I want to suck your cum out of her pussy."

I needed no additional instructions or commands, I walked over and placed the head of my erect cock on those red beautiful lips. Her lips parted and instinctively took me in, her warm wet mouth started sucking me. This woman could suck some serious dick, she craned her head the best she could with her constrained body. I helped by pushing more of myself into her mouth, I could feel her breath on my pubes and my balls gently slapping against her chin. I was now fucking her mouth freely and holding her head in place. I looked over at Julia who was standing in a nearby corner playing with herself, fingering her pussy and pinching a nipple. "Go for it," she silently mouthed.

With a plop, I pulled out of this delicious mouth, my cock coated in spit and precum. I made my way to the foot of the bed. Her shaved pussy left no doubt that it was wet and ready for action. I gripped my cock at the base as I climbed onto the bed between her restrained legs. Slowly, I inched myself into her, she was tight. Tighter than any woman I had sunk my cock into previously, this was going to be an exercise in control. I pressed my full weight onto her and worked myself in and out of her. I could hear her nails scratching that constraints unable to get a hold of me, she cried out in passion. "Fuck me, fuck me harder," she instructed. I reached up and grabbed her forearms and pressed them to the bed and pistoned my cock almost all the way in and out of her. My strokes long and powerful as her pussy throbbed. We were one rhythm of passion and want.

"Give it to me," she demanded. I was more than happy to oblige, I kissed and sucked at her neck leaving my mark all over it. Bright red marks of passion that she happily welcomed in the throes of passion. "You are making me cum," she cried out. I responded with the filthiest stream of words my brain could conjure up. Her reaction was as expected, it drove her over the edge again. She liked being talked to dirty and I had plenty experience in speaking filth. I understood this woman liked being submissive, and I was going to enjoy this, in the event it was my one and only chance to leave a lasting impression. Julia wanted a show, well I was going to give her one for the ages.

I waited for Nydia's next orgasm before undoing all of the restraints and setting her free, or so she thought. I did completely remove the leg restraints, but the cord of the arm restraints I did not. I flipped her body over, into a most obscene spread eagle doggy style position. I grabbed her arms and placed them at her back, I grabbed the cords like a horses reins and inserted my still hard cock into her in one swift stroke. She grunted at being invaded again, I pulled on the reins to keep her in place, forcing her to push back on me. My free hand reached for her long hair and pulled, forcing her back onto my cock even harder. She loved every action I took, her ass rippled and jiggled at the force of our fucking. The room was filled with cries of passion and skin smacking into each other. I completely forgot about Julia's presence, until I felt her slide under me between my legs and felt her hands grab my ass. Her mouth rose up and started working at

the shaft of my dick on the out stroke. Her nails dug into my ass, surely leaving their mark as they pierced its flesh. Fuck this was hot!

I was trying to prevent myself from cumming, but it was difficult as hell. The double sensation of both pussy and tongue was breaking down my resistance. Nydia wasn't slowing down. She was continuously cumming from the invasion of my cock and Julia's fingers stroking her clitoris. The woman was now uttering all sorts of obscenities and other indistinguishable words, between her pants and moans. I encouraged her by fucking harder into her, and then I felt that familiar feeling. That sensation that shoots from a man's entire body, when he knows he cannot stop the impending rush of his climax. It felt like a thousand fingers had wrapped themselves around my dick and were milking me of my soul. My body shuddered and both women knew it was coming. Julia lowered her head and latched her mouth onto my dangling balls.

Nydia turned her blindfolded eyes back towards me and said, "give it to me lover." My body shuddered once more and I came and came until I collapsed on her back, totally spent. I felt my dick slip out of her abused pussy and onto Julia's face. Julia sucked on my over sensitive head driving me crazy, I was too sensitive to let her continued so I pulled away much to her displeasure. That sadness soon faded as she was left with her face under Nydia's cum filled pussy. My seed had started dripping out, and Julia wasted no time raising her face to lick and suck dry it's source. At this point, Nydia's restraints were loose allowing her to remove them herself as well as the blindfold. I saw her full face for the first time and her eyes were absolutely gorgeous. She looked at me lovingly while Julia continued her efforts of licking her clean.

I laid down next to Nydia and grabbed a pillow to prop my head on. Shortly thereafter, Julia was done and joined me by laying down behind me and wrapping her arms around me. Nydia used the bathroom and then joined us, we soon fell asleep spooning each other.

Four or five hours later, I woke up to the sensation of my cock being sucked, behind me Julia still slept and her arms remained around me. I looked down and saw Nydia's head bobbing on my dick, she laid in the bed sideways, facing me, and was working my dick with her fantastic abilities. I had cum twice already that night, but I was hard and loving what was being done to me. I felt Julia stir, as the bed rocked from Nydia's efforts. She cooed in my ear, and rubbed my pecs and abdomen with her hands. "You can have us both, whenever you want," she spoke into my ear and then she slithered her body down my back and stopped with her face just behind my ass. I wasn't sure what this woman was about to do, but she soon answered by parting my ass cheeks and shoving her tongue up my ass. I came for a third time that night, right down Nydia's throat. It wasn't a massive load, but it was all I could muster. Nydia gave my dick one last suck, and she and Julia started

making out, sharing my cum.

I laid back on my pillow, watching them kiss, knowing a lot more fun would be had between the three of us. I closed my eyes and returned to the land of sleep, looking forward to continuing this party once my body had time to recuperate. Life in the burbs was turning out better than I could ever imagine, the only question now was how could this get any better?

We slept late into the morning, exhausted and drained from the previous night's fun. My daily runs had prepared me to push the envelope of what my body could handle. I woke up feeling fresh and warmed by their bodies pressing me between them. I laid on my back with both women's heads on my chest, the light that shone from the gaps of the blinds lit up the room, and their bodies for my gaze. I couldn't believe how things had unfolded, my plan was to fuck Julia, but this had been so much better. I liked the idea of enjoying these two women, as I remember Julia saying I could have them both as I pleased.




Welcome to the Suburbs Ch. 04



I laid there waiting for them to come to life, one stirred followed by the other. Julia looked at me lovingly and Nydia kissed my chest. "Good morning, lover," one said. I didn't pay attention enough to care who said it. I was too engrossed in the two pairs of tits and juicy pussies within reach. This must be what they mean by cloud nine. I needed a shower and some food, they did as well. We took turns showering, and since I went first, it was on me to prepare breakfast. Lucky for them, I had been single long enough to know my way around a kitchen. By the time we were all clean, I had finished whipping up a batch of scrambled eggs and bacon. A fresh pot of coffee and some toast soon followed. We tore through the food quickly, with little to no conversation. Nobody showed any signs of being uncomfortable, now that we were out of a sexual tango, we were consenting adults comfortable with everything that had taken place. I sat there in my boxers and the

ladies in sexy robes.

To break the silence, I came up with the idea of spending the day together. My suggestion was greeted with approval. I decided to take control and picked a nice restaurant in town, we could have a nice brunch and drinks. Soon after, I headed home to change my clothing and do some quick grooming. Two hours later, we were seated at the nicest bistro in town at an outdoor table. The ladies had dolled themselves up and I had changed into some business casual attire. Nydia was a lovely woman, in her mid-thirties, who had, like me, lived her entire life in the big city. She had experienced heart break at the hands of men that she called "immature" and "losers," yet she was not jaded to the point of giving up on love.

I sat there listening to her, holding Julia's hand under the table. She and Julia made several inside jokes that I am sure I'll understand, at some point. "I've been trying to get her to move out here," Julia stated directly at me, "perhaps you can help me convince her that this is where she needs to be." I nodded in agreement, knowing I would be all too happy to help Nydia with anything she needed and wanted, without the slightest apprehension. My house was open to her, and I was sure Julia had made the same offer. Nydia smiled at my efforts to be the gentleman. I'm not sure if she knew my motives were anything but gentlemanly. To say that I was smitten was an understatement, the more she spoke the farther and harder I fell. I found myself lost in her smile, hooked on her every word, and trapped in her orbit. I could easily see why Julia was so fond of her, and I was also sure that Julia was in love with her.

After brunch was done and the drinks had been finished, we wandered around the stores, window shopping. We entered a few shops, where the ladies made suggestions on shirts and pants that I should purchase. I suggested we do some shopping for them. Julia got this wicked look in her eyes and quickly had us arm in arm, headed towards the only lingerie shop in town. The older lady who owned it was surprised to see me in the company of these two beautiful ladies, but was all too pleased to have our business. This wasn't your typical older lady, I guess if you run a lingerie shop you aren't exactly old fashioned in the sense of sexuality. From the moment we entered, she was suggestively recommending this nightie or those garter belts. The store catered to an old school feel of lingerie, but with modern styling. In the back of the store, the ladies each changed into things and modeled them for me, seeking my opinion and driving me crazy. Had this been a bigger

store, I would've probably joined one or both in the actual dressing room and relieved myself, but I controlled my urges and approvingly inspected each and every item. After each outfit change, I looked towards Ms. Manfield, and instructed her that we would take it. We bought a lot of stuff, several bags worth of bustiers, garter belts, nighties, regular thongs, thongs with openings, bras with regular cups, and bras that simply held a woman's breasts in place, but presented the entire nipple.

We decided to have dinner together, so we took a quick trip to the supermarket and picked up a few things. The ladies cackled in the vegetable section as they handled veggies and made suggestive comments about "this reminding them of something," while looking at me. I blushed and smiled while holding the cart full of things we needed to prepare dinner. We grabbed a few bottles of wine and a bottle of scotch before we headed for the register. We headed back to Julia's, since she had a friend over, it wouldn't look too suspicious if my car was seen parked outside.

Inside we listened to music as I seasoned our fish and steak, the ladies cut up vegetables for the salad, and we all toasted to good times. I had plenty of reason to toast, and they felt they did as well. By the time dinner was ready, we felt no pain at all and were very relaxed. It was a fantastic meal shared in good company. We loaded up the dishwasher and made our way to the living room, to be closer to the music and hang out a bit. We resumed our earlier talk about careers, challenges, and ambitions in life. We talked late into the evening, sharing many laughs and sharing tons of information with each other. I felt I knew them both so much more, and I felt I had given them enough information about myself so they felt the same.

Around eleven thirty I suggested it was probably time for me to leave. Driving was out of the question, so my car would have to stay at Julia's until I was sober enough to come back and get it. "Nonsense," Julia said quickly. "I agree," uttered Nydia. Neither wanted me to go and to be honest, I didn't either. Now I knew I was welcomed to stay. I figured they might want some time together, but they had other ideas that included me, and I couldn't wait to find out what those ideas were.