The New Neighbors Ch. 02

*”This story was co-written by Biplaymate420 and Belegon, with Biplaymate420 writing Joanne’s character and Belegon writing Andrew. Karen is a joint venture. The first part of the story can be found here. Although this is the second chapter, we feel this story can be enjoyable on it’s own. However, please do read the first part also, as Belegon (especially) is a confirmed feedback slut. The direction of the story was affected by decisions we both made and we often rewrote earlier action to fit with a new idea. We hope the result pleases all of you as much as it did us. “*

*Ch. 2: A Dinner Invitation*

*”Andrew”*

“I heard you met my girl.”

I looked up as Bryan entered the weight room. I tried to judge by the look on his face whether or not Joanne had told him what I am sure she knew, or at least suspected. I was happy to see that there was no hint of suspicion or jealousy on his features and I relaxed as I allowed the curl bar to sink down to rest upon my thighs.

“Yeah, Bryan, I bumped into her while we were both doing laundry,” I replied, “You were holding out on me, man.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” asked my new neighbor.

“That means you told me that she was, quote, pretty okay looking, unquote. If Joanne is pretty okay looking than Bill Gates is pretty financially sound. Damn, Bryan, she’s gorgeous. Her picture did not even come close to doing her justice. I nearly dropped my book. How did you meet a great gal like that?”

“Actually,” said Bryan, “It was all pretty much by chance. She was on vacation and I asked her to dance at a club. One thing led to another and a couple of months later she called and said she was at the train station and could I come pick her up. We’ve been together ever since. She said it was the first time she ever made a decision so off the cuff like that, but I don’t believe her. Joanne is pretty steady, but every once in awhile she pulls the surprise out, and it is usually a doozy. Spot me?”

I walked over to the bench and helped Bryan load up the bar. When he was ready I lifted it off for him and he started his reps.

“Anyway, you ain’t hurting any,” Bryan told me between reps, “I’ve seen that little blonde that stays with you ever so often…hey, what’s so funny?”

I hadn’t been able to help it; I had just started laughing. I leaned back against the wall of the complex’s little gym and tried to catch my breath. After a little while I managed it.

“It’s just funny the way peoples’ minds work. You don’t even know her and yet you make the assumption that our whole family makes about the way we treat each other.” I smiled while he worked it out in his head.

“Wait, you said ‘our whole family’. She’s related?”

Bryan wasn’t dumb, as shown by his choice in women. “Yeah, she’s my cousin. My aunt and uncle died when she was 13 and for some reason Karen locked on to me as the new father figure. I was 19, so I guess I was old enough to look up to and young enough that we had something in common. We became very close. The rest of the family has always thought it was a little odd, and when she used to come back east and visit me in college, the talk started. We always blew it off. I’m curious though, what made you think it was like that?”

“Just that I’ve seen her up there and I’ve seen you together. I know she stays whole weekends, and you guys hold hands when you go out, so I figured…”

“Ok,” I replied, “that makes sense. Yeah, she lives and works in L.A., so when she comes down she stays on my futon for the whole weekend. I had never thought about the hands thing, but I guess we do at that. Like I said, we became very close after her mom and dad passed. But no, we’re cousins, not a couple. I don’t have time for that kind of thing. Maybe after I make my first million, eh?”

“She coming down this weekend?” asked Bryan.

“Not that she’s told me. Why?”

“Oh, after Joanne ran into you she got this idea about how we should get to know the neighbors and all. She wants you to come over for dinner Friday night. I said sure, I just thought maybe you could bring her and we would have more company.”

The way Bryan said it surprised me. Now, part of my business is to pick up on how comfortable people are with things. Either Bryan was not comfortable with me coming over alone, or else he had another reason for wanting Karen along. That was interesting. Just as interesting was the dinner invitation. If my thought from before was correct, that meant Joanne thought she had me pegged. She’s probably looking for proof. I wonder if I can arrange a surprise.

“You know, Bryan, I think I would like that. I eat alone way too much. I mean, I take out the occasional girl from work, but most of my clients aren’t my age or type. And you know the hours I keep because we always bump into each other here and you always beat me home.”

“You work way too hard man. You should come over and relax for once. Jo is a mean cook.”

“Thanks Bryan, I accept. Should I bring red wine or white?”

*”Joanne”*

It was Wednesday again, and it seemed a good time to do laundry. I was kinda hoping that Andrew would be in the laundry room today. I loaded up my basket with all my gentle cycle items and headed down. As I reached the stairs I glanced up at my watcher’s apartment to see if I could get any more clues. No such luck. The blinds were drawn and no sign of anyone home. Oh well.

I had just started loading all of my unmentionables into a machine when someone walked into the laundry room. I decided not to turn around unless whoever it was spoke to me. I was hoping it would be Andrew, so I made sure I held up and “untangled” one of my sexiest pieces of lingerie. I knew he was looking at it.

“Hhhemmm,” Andrew cleared his throat in a fashion that almost sounded like he was choking. I laughed inside, loving every moment of this. “Hey Joanne,” said Andrew. I turned around and acted surprised to see him, the black lace teddy in my hands. I tried to feign embarrassment.

“Hi Andrew,” I said, tossing the rest of my items in the washer and closing the lid. “More mid-week laundry?”

“No, actually I saw you headed over here and I wanted to chat,” he said.

Hmmm…yes, here it is now, the confession. Although I don’t see how he could have seen me walking to do laundry with the blinds in his apartment closed.

“Yeah? What’s up?” I tried to keep my feelings masked as I said this.

“Well, Bryan told me about dinner, and he hinted I should bring someone. But I’m not sure I have anyone to come with me.”

Right. Like I am going to believe that a guy like this doesn’t have some hot chick he can bring along.

“Oh? I would think a strapping young man such as yourself would have plenty of little nymphs fawning over him,” I said with a sly grin and a wink. I reached over and playfully squeezed his bicep. God, he sure did have a great body! He flinched a little when I touched his arm, obviously surprised by my forward flirting.

“Well, I…that is I do go out, I mean with women, I just…y’know,” he stammered.

There it was again, that total loss of words I had witnessed before. It has to be him. Why else would he be so nervous? I think I’ll try an experiment on Friday. I’ll lead him onto the balcony, and while we are all checking out the sunset drinking wine, I’ll casually try to find out which apartment is his.

“Let me guess, you just don’t have time, yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, “That’s what all of you men say. Well, why don’t you see what you can do to find someone? If not, just show up anyway. I’m sure Bryan won’t mind sharing my attention for one night…”

Yes! I saw the hesitation as his thoughts wandered and he tried to figure out if I really said it the way he thought I did. A tiny choke escaped as he caught his breath after my off the cuff comment.

“Uh, yeah…does Bryan usually like to share?”

Aha! He took the comment and rolled with it. More like what I would expect. He smiled a slightly twisted little grin and handed the innuendo right back to me.

“Well, he doesn’t usually have to share, but I’m sure he can deal,” I replied. With that I put my basket atop the washer and winked at him as I walked out. “So we’ll see you Friday…date or no date.”

I walked back to the apartment slowly, taking my time so I could see where Andrew was headed. No dice. He went straight to his truck and drove off. Oh well, guess I’ll have to wait until Friday.

*”Andrew”*

Friday night came and I was surprised to find that I was nervous. I don’t know why. Everything was about as well arranged as I could possibly make it. I guess it was just that I was going to be facing Joanne again.

The way she had acted on Wednesday must have thrown me off. It was one thing to be this secret observer and relax in the shadows but the idea of being forcibly pulled to center stage changed the script a little. I’m used to taking the initiative and calling the shots. This girl had challenged me on that.

I had not seen anything the last couple of days. I had been very busy at work all week and the weather had been hot. Even with the breeze, when I got home I was sitting inside in the air conditioning. I’m sure I would have felt differently if I had been assured of getting another show like the one I got the first night Joanne arrived, but since then I had only caught the occasional glimpse as she went to bed or came in after a shower. No more sex scenes.

How can I be so fascinated with someone that I barely know and that is taken? I swear, even when Colleen from the New York office called on Thursday, all I could think of was how much her voice sounded like Joanne’s. Colleen is not someone you think of other women around. She more than demands your full attention. She and I had shared a very fun weekend in St. Louis not that long ago and I could remember every inch of her pale body and long red hair. Yet when I was on the phone with her all I thought of was Joanne.

I showered, put on shorts and a polo shirt and headed for the door, tucking in my shirt. Then I remembered something Karen had said about shirts and shorts. If you are wearing shorts without a belt, leave the shirt out. Avoid false casual.

The reminder of Karen made me check on my preparations one last time before I headed down to Bryan and Joanne’s. Note on the counter, candle and her favorite smokes on the balcony and a bottle of zinfandel in the fridge. I had called Karen after accepting Bryan’s invitation and suggested she come down and visit this weekend. She had known me so long and so well that she knew instantly that something was up, but I had resisted telling her the truth. I just told her we would talk about it when she got here. I had no doubt Karen would take advantage of my ‘welcome home’ arrangements. Things were as ready as I could make them.

*”Joanne”*

In my opinion an extra day off is heaven, especially if it’s Friday. I beat the deadline for my column, so I decided I had no need to be there today. Besides, it was one of those perfect hot sunny days- white puffy clouds, dry air and a cool breeze. A great day to go shopping by the bay. I was going to find something “just right” for tonight.

While I was walking to the trolley station all I could think about was how I wanted Andrew to want me. I have to make sure he notices, but not upset Bryan by dressing up too much. Dilemma – and daydream! I almost missed the trolley just sitting here staring off into space like a schoolgirl. I wonder if he’ll be bringing someone – I wonder if I’ll like her - I wonder if he thought I meant what I had said when I told him to bring somebody – did I want him to bring someone? I wonder if it will turn out like the last time Brian and I were with a couple? - I wonder if I can get ahold of my self and stop thinking about tonight. Geeez Jo Relax!

I was about to give up on shopping when finally something caught my eye. It was definitely just right. Silver rings, almost like a chain, but more feminine than punk. I had to have it. Well there was half the battle. Now to find a dress. I looked everywhere - nothing. I would have to go home and search and try on a thousand things. Just like every other time I’ve wanted to look simply sexy. Spend hours on myself and make it look like I hadn’t. That subtle balance was hard to achieve!

Well let’s see… red- no, black- too sexy, what the hell is this? Guess there’s a reason why this is in the back of the closet. Think. Think - It’s already 4:30. Ok, I’ll fix my hair and makeup, and then decide. As I was putting on my lipstick it came to me. I have the greatest little blue dress! Kind-of short and hugs my ass, no sleeves, and a great neckline. I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach.

I heard Bryan’s keys in the door. I was ready. I think. He came in, I gave him a kiss, and he tossed the mail on the counter.

“Hey babe. I just saw Andrew pulling off in his truck- did he say he was going to pick someone up?”

“Oh,” I said, wondering the same thing to myself, “He hasn’t been up yet.”

“Well good-lookin, whatcha got cookin?” He said in a very cheesy tone. “Smells great.”

“Actually the crock-pot did all the cooking for me- I was out enjoying my day off” I was hoping he wouldn’t ask about exactly what I had done. At least I didn’t end up buying a new dress.

“You look positively edible”, he said as he grabbed my ass. Then came the doorbell. My heart skipped a beat. God, I haven’t had a crush in years. Well, here we go, I rushed to the bathroom to make sure everything was in place.

*”Andrew”*

I headed down to the truck and drove to Trader Joe’s to get a couple of bottles of this Australian Shiraz I had seen written up in the food section of the Tribune as an “up and coming” wine. Never hurts to seem like I know what I’m doing. Plus it means that I am not walking straight from my apartment to hers. I mean - theirs! Damn, I’ve got it bad. I was fine until she played her little games with me on Wednesday.

I got back to the complex, stopped to get the mail and parked the truck. I sat there for a minute and gave myself a pep talk, telling myself to treat it like a client meeting and stay confident, calm and controlled. I get nerves meeting some of the high roller types all the time, but I had never let it show. Joanne had caught me off balance twice! There won’t be a third time. It’s not like she meant the things I thought she was hinting at on Wednesday. I mean, wake up, this is real life - not Penthouse Forum.

Reassured and back in control, I left the truck and walked up the steps to their apartment and rang the bell. Bryan answered almost immediately.

“Hey man, c’mon in and take a load off. Whadya bring?” He asked, pointing to the wine. “Oh yeah, this will work. Good choice man, this is good stuff.”

Well, so much for appearing worldly. Bryan obviously was ahead of me on the wine. Might as well admit to it.

“I read a review that said it was a good choice if you didn’t know the menu,” I said, “Since it is not my field of expertise, I trusted the reviewer.”

“Not my expertise, either. Jo is the wine expert. This is good though; it is one of her new favorites. That’ll score some points for you.”

“What will?” asked Joanne from the hallway. As I looked up at her I felt the control I had worked up waver a little bit, but I clamped down on it hard and brought it back, hopefully without anyone noticing. Joanne was wearing a simple blue dress. It hugged her perfect ass, but not too sexy. No doubt carefully planned. But the silver choker she had on…wow! For some reason it was the perfect accent. It made me think of things that surprised me, even though I knew I already wanted her. I felt a stirring; a hunger awakening that had not been fed in a long time.

“The wine, honey. Andrew brought a couple of bottles of that Australian one you like so much.”

“I can’t claim too much credit for it though. All I did was trust the Tribunes new wine writer,” I said, and then I had to stop because both of them were cracking up. “Ok, so let me in on the joke. What is so funny?”

“I told you it was gonna score some points, but you had to go for the two-point conversion, didn’t ya?” said Bryan, “Did you happen to notice the byline on that review?” As he said this I was treated to the first time I ever saw Joanne blush.

“You’re the writer?” I asked Joanne, “Well, I have to admit, I had not noticed that. But at least I know I made a good choice.”

“Yes, you did. And saying you trusted my opinion didn’t hurt either,” Joanne replied.

*”Joanne”*

I heard Bryan saying Andrew would score points with me… I wondered what he was talking about. “What will?”

Bryan told me that he was referring to the wine. Andrew unknowingly talked about the “reviewer” in the Union Tribune. Bryan and I had a good laugh. How ironic. He didn’t even catch my name. When Bryan mentioned the writer was I, I could feel my face flush. I told Andrew I was flattered that he trusted my opinion.

“It smells great in here Jo. Can I call you Jo? I guess I was just trying to get comfortable…” Andrew said, with some apprehension. I knew he wasn’t really sure how to act towards me around Bryan.

“Yes, Andrew, you can call me Jo.”

Bryan was opening the patio doors and his back was to us. I winked at Andrew and sauntered over to the kitchen.

“Why don’t you guys set the table and I’ll pour our first glasses of wine. We can go out on the balcony and get to know each other better. The sun is behind the hill now, so we can enjoy the cool air. Even though we can’t see the sunset, the clouds should be beautiful tonight”

“Sounds great Hun,” Bryan said, patting my ass as he walked past me into the kitchen. Boy, this dress is definitely working. I was hoping Andrew liked it.

*”Andrew”*

I thought I was through noticing the dress until Bryan patted her tail. Damn, how I wanted to do that! I could feel it in my imagination, firm but still a little soft and so very inviting…damn! How is this happening? That is twice in the last few minutes that I felt myself starting to get hard and yet nothing has happened that is even remotely out of the ordinary. I have not felt this way about a woman in ten years, and that was a near disaster. Concentrate on the moment Andrew, and forget the high school style fantasies.

But what about the wink? Surely I did not just imagine that? No, I am used to having to pay attention to subtle clues and that was not even that subtle. She winked at me, and in a way that meant she definitely was up to something. Something her fiancée is either unaware of or at least hesitant about. I walked towards the kitchen.

“Hey, I know I’m the guest and all, but do you need my help with anything?” I timed my best smile to coincide with the line about help. The one I use when I want a client to feel like we are hiding something together and trusting him not to screw it up. I save it for special occasions. This seemed to fit the bill.

She seemed to brighten a little with the smile. Not a blush, but a little more blood in her cheeks. Like she was happy I had confirmed something she had suspected. Suddenly I had the feeling that I was in over my head. I am used to being the one in control, and I have a feeling someone else here has more control than I do. It scared me a little, but it excited me more.

We walked out to the balcony and sat down with the wine. The first sip made me do a double take. I admit to not being a wine connoisseur, since I am mostly about harder things. Still, it surprised me. This wasn’t just good, it was wonderful! As I looked back up, I noticed that Jo was watching me closely. I tipped the wine glass in her direction.

“I think I am going to have to read that column very attentively from now on. My god, Joanne, this is incredible! I am completely out of my element, thanks to you.”

Needless to say Robert didn’t last very long and he called out with pleasure that he was cumming and I could see his cock pumping his hot spunk deep into my wifes willing mouth. He seemed to go on for ages as his cock was milked dry by my wife’s mouth. Eventually she took it out and she turned to me and opened her mouth. It was still full of Roberts spunk and she ran her tongue through it and then started swallowing it. I wanted her to suck me like that but I knew I could never produce as much spunk as that. I had to slow down my wanking as I didn’t want to cum yet. I had certainly enjoyed watching my sexy wife suck a young boys spunk out of his cock. Mags then said to Robert, ‘The look on your face tells me enjoyed that, its my turn now. I’m going to fuck you and this time you’re going to cum in my cunt. Don’t worry I can’t get pregnant.’

Robert was soon hard again and as he lay on his back Mags positioned herself so that her cunt was over his cock. She turned to me and said, ‘Guide him inside me, guide Roberts cock into your wifes soaking wet cunt’. I wasn’t sure if Robert would mind me touching him, but as I positioned him the end slipped in easily and I let it go. I wasn’t sure if Mags could get it all inside her. I watched from behind as her cunt was stretched to its limit. Fortunately she was so wet that it made it easier to get inside. She lowered herself about 3 or 4 inches and slowly withdrew to the tip without letting his cock slip out. She continued this for a few minutes. The look on her face told me she was in heaven. She said to Robert, ‘Play with my tits, play with my nipples, as hard as you can, pull then, squeeze them, pinch them, harder, harder, harder.

By now she was plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. I couldn’t believe how much she was taking inside her. Soon the whole ten inches was disappearing in her cunt as she literally fucked herself on his huge pole. She said to me, ‘Wank yourself as you watch your wife get thoroughly fucked by this wonderful huge young cock, Oh its heaven, its wonderful, I’m almost cumming, no its too good, I must slow down, I want it to last, I want to feel like this for ever, I’ve never known so much pleasure, I must cum soon, no its heaven, oh don’t stop, oh Robert I adore your cock, I want you to fuck my cunt all the time, I can still taste your spunk, I want your spunk deep inside my cunt, Roger cum over my tits, let Robert rub it into my nipples, cum on Roger wank faster cum on my tits, I want your spunk on my tits, stand beside me, let me watch you wank yourself as your wife fucks herself, that’s its, closer, get closer to my face, I’m watching my husband wank over me, cum now, cum over my tits. Two more quick rubs and I was there. Robert removed his hands for an instant as I shot spurt after spurt of hot spunk over Mags tits.

Robert immediately rubbed it into her nipples and carried on abusing them. Suddenly Mags called out, ‘I’m there, oh fuck, I can’t last any longer, I’m cumming, oh its heaven.’ She finally plunged herself as deep onto his cock as she could as all 10 inches of it disappeared inside her cunt and her whole body shook and shook and shook as her orgasm crashed through her body. Even this didn’t stop her, she needed more and as soon as one orgasm subsided, she let another build up and soon she was on her third and fourth orgasm. She said to Robert, ‘I want you to cum inside, I want you to shoot your hot spunk deep inside my cunt.’ She rode faster and faster up and down on his cock. The whole 10 inches was disappearing inside all the time.

‘Tell me when you’re cumming’, she said. In only a few minutes he said, ‘I’m almost there, I’m cumming’. As she felt the twitching of his orgasm she plunged down as hard she could knowing that his spunk was shooting deep into her body as was humanly possible. She didn’t know if it was possible but she wanted the spunk she had swallowed to mix with the spunk she had just had shot in her cunt. She wanted her whole body to be awash with spunk. We all collapsed on the bed and relaxed for a few minutes.

I went downstairs to top up the wine glasses. When I got back I found Robert lying on his back and Mags was holding her left tit and feeding it into Roberts mouth. He was sucking really hard on the nipple. Her other hand was stimulating his balls and cock and enticing his cock to a full erection. Robert was playing with Mags other nipple with one hand and the other hand was playing with her clit. I sat down on the armchair opposite and continued to watch them. I slowly got hard again and gently stroked my growing cock.

Soon Robert was fully hard again and with Robert playing with Mags nipples and clit she was soon ready for another helping of Roberts cock. Now she lay down with her face positioned next to his cock. With her hands, her tongue, her lips and mouth she worshipped this cock that was giving her so much pleasure. Robert was still busy with his fingers on her clit and finger fucking her at the same time. Both Mags and I realised at this point that Robert had more sexual experience than we first thought. Soon Mags was ready for another bout of sexual pleasure All she had to decide was how she wanted it. She asked Robert, ‘What way do you want to fuck me’.

He replied, ‘On top of you this time and then when I cum for the last time I’ll fuck you from behind which I guarantee you are going to absolutely adore.’ Mags rolled over and bent her legs at the knee and Robert positioned himself between them. Her cunt was soaking wet again and placed his huge 10 incher at the opening and gently started putting it inside her. Mags moaned with pleasure as he very slowly started fucking his cock in and out of her cunt. I loved the sight of my sexy wife being thoroughly serviced by this young stud.

She called over to me. ‘Come and suck my nipples’. I knelt beside her and took them one by one into my mouth and sucked them to full erection. She grabbed hold of my cock and started wanking me and said, ‘Cum over my tits or face as Robert brings me to orgasm. Mags breathing and wanking of my cock was getting faster as her orgasm approached. I stopped sucking her nipples and sat up beside her. I replaced her hand with mine as I continued wanking myself off. I knew she was almost there and I couldn’t take my eyes off Roberts cock pounding in and out of my wife’s cunt.

Mags shouted out as her orgasm started taking over her body and I wanked myself just a little faster and managed to direct my cum to land on her face just as she desired. Robert slowed down but Mags told him not to stop as she went into another multiple orgasm. Robert hadn’t cum this time as he said earlier he was saving his last amount of spunk for Mags final fucking from behind. Robert let Mags recover and asked her if was ready for his grand finale. She agreed that she was.

He said, ‘I want Roger to sit with his back against the headboard and Mags kneels on all fours facing him with her face directly in front of his. I will fuck Mags from behind and Mags will tell me exactly what she wants me to do. We all agreed that this would be great. I sat against the headboard. Mags knelt in front of me. We opened our mouths and our tongues found each others. I could taste the remains of Roberts spunk in it. I reached forward and played with her hanging tits.

Her nipples were still hard. Robert positioned himself behind her and said, ‘OK let me know what to do’. Mags was inches from my face and looked me straight in the eye. It was as if she was talking directly to me. ‘Robert, touch my wet cunt with your huge cock, rub it slowly against my cunt lips, oh that’s so good, now gently ease it inside me only an inch or so and let it rest there. Oh that’s heaven, now another couple of inches, really slowly, I need to savour this feeling, now slowly withdraw it but don’t take it right out, leave an inch or so in.

Oh wonderful, now in again a bit further, oh its so wide my cunts really stretching, now out a bit, oh I can’t last much longer, I’ve never felt so much sexual pleasure. Out a bit really slow and then plunge it in as deep as you can. Oh fuck, I can’t believe how good this feels, again, do it exactly the same again, take it almost out slowly and then plunge it fully in. I can’t wait to feel you shoot your spunk deep into my cunt’.

She was now wanking my cock, although I had cum enough I knew she was going to get me there again. It was the sexiest sight ever with us face to face talking directly to me telling me exactly what she wanted her virile young stud to do to her. ‘Faster, faster, I can’t wait any longer, deeper, get it further inside my cunt, oh its heaven, fuck my cunt, fuck it hard, faster, faster, oh yes I’m almost there, cum inside me shoot your spunk in my cunt, yes, yes, thats it, oh fuck, I’m cumming, cumming, oh yes, cum in me, yes oh yes, I can feel your cum, its so hot oh wonderful.

She stopped talking and plunged her tongue deep in my mouth and managed to wank yet a further load of spunk out of my cock as I shot over her tits. We all literally collapsed in a heap and lay for several minutes recovering. I looked and saw Mags cunt leaking her own juices and Roberts cum all over the bed. Mags said to him, ‘I thought you were inexperienced, wherever did you learn to fuck like that. You must have had some amazing girlfriends.’ Robert amazed us with his reply. ‘Actually all my girl friends of my age are scared of the size of my cock, they all say its too large for them.’ Mags asked him, ‘So where did you learn that’.

Robert replied, ‘You must promise not to tell anyone about this, but my mum, Jean taught me. We knew Jean and her husband Dave well. Jean was extremely attractive and always gave the impression of being sexy. She had a nice pair of large tits and was always well made up. Robert said he had been her lover for the past 4 years. He said, ‘It started when I was thirteen, she came in my room early one morning, I was asleep but had an erection, the bedclothes were off me and when I awoke she was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me.

She asked me if I knew why my cock was so large. I told her I woke like this every morning and it went back to its normal size after I had a pee. She said there is another way to make it go back to its normal size and it feels good, would you like me to show you. I said I would. She reached out and held it. Straight away I liked the feel. Then Mum started rubbing her hand up and down it. It felt wonderful and after a couple of rubs I felt this amazing feeling and I felt some liquid come shooting out the top and Mum put her hand in the way and it went all over her hand.

Mum said I had my first orgasm, she said its called masturbation, but she preferred to call it wanking, and all boys of my age do it. I got up and felt really great. The next day was the same, Mum came in my room and asked if I was hard again. I said I was and she offered to masturbate me. I agreed and I could see by the look on her face that she enjoyed it to. This continued for about 4 mornings. The next morning she came in and instead of being dressed she had her dressing gown that tied round the waist.

As she masturbated me I saw her other hand was inside her dressing and she seemed to be rubbing herself. She told me to close my eyes and not watch her but I opened them slightly and watched as she rubbed herself. She had her eyes closed and the look on her face told me she was enjoying it too. I asked if I could watch what she doing and she said it was wrong. I told her that surely it was wrong that she was masturbating me. She thought for a minute and agreed with me. She untied her dressing gown and opened it. I loved the sight of mums tits and was amazed at the hair in between her legs.

I asked her what she was doing and she blushed and said she had been masturbating too because it turned her on doing it to me. Over the next few days mum showed me how she liked her tits and nipples played with while she played with her pussy. She let me lick her fingers after she had cum and showed me how nice her pussy juices smelt and tasted. Every morning as she wanked me off I would make her cum as well. Dad has been unwell and mum said he was unable to give her what she wanted sexually. After a few weeks Mum progressed from just wanking me off to sucking me and making me cum in her mouth and she let me or rather made me lick and suck her cunt and I would make her cum like this.

Soon after that we progressed to actual fucking. Mum just about managed to get my cock inside her cunt but once I did she couldn’t get enough of it and we would fuck in the morning and again as soon as I got home from school. As I arrived home she would be undressed in bed and I would go straight upstairs before Dad got home from work. She would let me lick her and make her cum with her mouth, then she would suck me off and finally I would fuck her from behind, which she absolutely adored. Mum liked me to talk dirty and describe in detail what I was doing to her. A year ago she gave me a mobile phone and I would have to phone her during my dinner break and she would play with herself and tell me what she was doing and what she would do to me when I got home. So you see Mum has taught me an awful lot over the past 4 years.

All the while Robert was telling us about his Mum, Mags was leaning against me and playing with Roberts cock. The thought of him with Jean, his Mum, was a real turn on for all of us. Robert was hard again and although Mags and I had had enough Mags wanted Robert to cum one final time. She stroked him faster and when she put the tip in her mouth and wanked the rest of his cock it was only a matter of minutes before he was depositing yet another supply of his cum deep into Mags mouth.

Robert asked if he could come round again. Mags looked at me for an answer and I said he could as long as I organised it and only once a week. We all agreed at that. Mags and my sex life was great even after Robert had been and after about 4 days I decided to speak to Robert and arranged for him to come round that evening. I didn’t tell Mags and we both went off to work. I was horny all morning thinking about watching Mags and Robert together and at lunchtime I phoned her. She works in a big open office and is easily overheard when she is on the phone so she has to be careful what she says.

I told her I had arranged for Robert to come round tonight and to start thinking about what he was going to do to her and how she would enjoy lowering her cunt down onto his huge cock and fucking his spunk out of him and deep inside her cunt. I could tell by her voice that she was getting excited. She was trying to keep calm but I could tell she was getting horny. I told her how her mouth would soon be full of Roberts cock and she would soon be tasting his hot spunk. Eventually she said, ‘Thank you Sir for calling’, and put the phone down. Shortly afterwards I got an e-mail from her telling me what a tease I was and that her knickers were soaking wet and she was going to really enjoy herself that night if she could wait and didn’t have to go to the toilet and play with herself.

When I got home she handed me her knickers. They were soaking wet. I put them to my nose and took in the wonderful aroma of her cunt juices. I really had made her horny just thinking about what was going to happen later. She wanted to know what time Robert was coming round and I told her he would be there when I had got her ready for him. She asked what I meant and I said I would tell her after dinner. Somehow we managed to eat although our minds were clearly on something else. I said, ‘Its time to get ready’. I took Mags upstairs and undressed her and took her to the shower. I got in with her and soaped her all over. Her nipples hardened instantly as I washed her tits and when I put my hand in between her legs she was soaking wet from her cunt juices.

My fingers slipped inside easily and as I started finger fucking her. I realised I had to stop and prepare her for her 18 year old lover. I was very hard and wanted to fuck her but knew I had to wait too. We got out of the shower and I dried her. She thought I had finished but I made her sit on the edge of the bath and got my shaving foam and sprayed it over her pussy and started shaving her. I was very careful and in a few minutes Mags was the proud owner of a totally naked pussy which needless to say was now even wetter. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom and sat her down at her dressing table. Then I started putting her make up on for her. I found her deep crimson red lipstick and coated her lips liberally and then applied a lip gloss to help it stay on although I knew she would soon be transferring it to Roberts cock.

As I was putting on her make up I was telling her what Robert was going to do to her tonight and how she was going to get well and truly fucked in the mouth as well as in her cunt. Her hands were in her lap and I had to make sure she wasn’t playing with herself. I could clearly smell her cunt juices and when I made her open her legs wide I could easily see how wet she was. She kept telling me to hurry up and asking when Robert would be there. I teased her and wouldn’t tell her. I was getting a huge amount of pleasure getting her even more excited and was becoming so horny that I was very tempted to fuck Mags there and then.

Her nipples were of course very large and I coated them with the same lipstick. This I couldn’t resist and sucked it straight off again. They tasted delicious. But I reapplied the lipstick once more. Then I found a nice bright blue eyeshadow and smothered her eyelids with it. I stood back and looked at the sight of my very sexy wife. I had prepared her well and she was ready for her 18 year old lover. I led her to the bed and laid her down with her head on the pillow. I opened her legs wide and her cunt was glistening with her cunt juices. I took this opportunity to have one last gentle lick and adored the taste. I told her I wouldn’t be long. I went downstairs.

Robert had already let himself in and was sitting there. He undressed and already his 10 inch cock was fully erect. He followed me upstairs and I led him into the bedroom. He stood beside Mags and she couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. I looked at her pussy and saw her cunt juices seeping out of it. I had prepared her well and all three of us were ready for an unforgettable evening. This scenario is acted out once a week. I prepare my wife for her thoroughly good fucking and sucking that she so badly desires. Robert is still fucking his mum. Mags and my fantasy is to have a foursome and include her. Maybe, just Maybe.

I had a quick shower and headed home. Alvin joined me in the shower and we went our separate ways and agreed to meet the same time next week. I hadn’t got any knickers with me and hoped I wouldn’t leak too much in the car.

As I pulled into the drive I was surprised to see Johns car there. I went inside and he said he fancied an early day. He asked how my day had been and I told him I had been into York for some shopping. I quickly went upstairs and put some knickers on. That evening John wanted sex. He hadn’t had it properly since before my period. I couldn’t refuse him but didn’t really want to do it. He was amazed when he saw I had shaved my pussy and I told him I did because I knew he would like it. He wanted to read me a story from Literotica while I played with myself with a vibrator. I agreed to it knowing I could fake an orgasm. He started reading a story about a wife who had sex with a stranger. It sounded terribly realistic to me but I faked the orgasm which John seemed happy about. Normally I would wank him off now but he wanted to fuck me properly. He got on top of me and his meagre cock slipped inside so easily. Obviously I had still not closed up fully from this afternoons fucking. I could hardly feel Johns cock inside me but he managed to cum very quickly. Then he lay in between my legs and licked my shaved pussy. I didn’t think I would cum again but he made me. I hoped he couldn’t taste Alvin down there.

I met Alvin every week for the rest of his stay and I am now in love with massive cocks. I have got a dildo the same size as Alvin which John doesn’t know about and ever so often I sit in front of the computer screen and look and Alvin’s cock and fuck myself senseless.

Alvin adored my shaven pussy so much that I let him shave me every time we met. I would sit naked on the bed in front of the mirror and he would lather all round my pussy and then slowly and carefully shave me. Then the good part would start. I felt his long tongue licking from my arse all the way round to my clit. He would take it really slowly until I begged him, ‘Oh Alvin, lick my clit, suck my clit, make me cum’. He did as I requested and his tongue would soon have me cumming. Then he would roll me over so I was face down on the bed but still standing on the floor. My pussy was already wet from my orgasm. He positioned his eleven inches of hard cock at the opening of my pussy and slowly inserted it at first and then after a few short strokes he was plunging it all the way in. Oh how I adored it as I would cum another 2 or 3 times. It would always finish with Alvin shooting his first load of hot spunk deep inside my willing pussy.

Even when I had my period we would still meet. Although I had a tampon inside me it didn’t stop Alvin licking me to orgasm and I delighted in wanking his cock off into my mouth. He adored it when I wanked him with both hands and then stuck my tongue down his pee hole and made him cum all over my tongue. I loved wanking him off over my tits and he would then spend the next few minutes rubbing his spunk into my nipples while fingering my arse and making me cum that way. All in all the time I spent with Alvin was the most sexually satisfying of my life. There was absolutely nothing we didn’t do together.

*John’s version*

I’ve been married to Paula for many years. She’s a very attractive 30 year old with blonde hair. She’s only had sex with me (I think). Unfortunately I’m not particularly well endowed and don’t really have the stamina for long sex sessions although I think that I do satisfy her sexually. When I mentioned getting a vibrator she was more than happy and I noticed she chose one that was larger than my cock. She likes playing with herself with the vibrator while I read stories from Literotica to her and I’ve noticed that the ones that turn her on most are the ones where the guy has a large cock, so secretly I think she wishes I was rather better endowed. When we bought our second vibrator she insisted it was larger than the first one.

She had begun spending a lot of time on the internet and I know its wrong but I decided to look at her e-mail. I was astonished when I saw she had been receiving mail from other men. What amazed me even more was when I read them. It was obvious that she was looking for sex with very well endowed men. Rather surprisingly I found that it didn’t annoy me. It fact it turned me on so much thinking about her with another man that I masturbated there and then just imagining my Paula being fucked by a stranger with a big cock. I checked her e-mail regularly after that and when I found she had arranged to meet someone I was determined to watch her. I found which hotel it was and went round there. I told them my wife had booked a room as a surprise and I had found out about it and wanted to look at the room she had booked.

The receptionist gave me the key and I went to find the room. It was rather small and I knew I wouldn’t be able to spy on Paula there. I went back to reception and asked if there were larger rooms available. She gave me another key. I let myself in. This was better. It was more like a suite with a separate sitting area. One side of the wall had built in wardrobes with louvre doors and full length mirrors. I stepped inside them and decided I could hide in there and watch Paula through the gaps in the doors as long as she didn’t open them. I looked closely and realised I could wedge the doors shut from the inside. Anyway there was no reason for Paula to use the wardrobe. I went back to reception and told them I wanted my wife to be given that room but that she wasn’t to know I had paid for the upgrade.

I went home very excited at what I might see. I found out that Paula was meeting a guy called Alvin on Tuesday. I took the day off work and travelled to the Station Hotel in York but parked my car in a side street. I was very nervous as I entered the hotel. I told them my wife had booked the room and wanted to use it now. Under no circumstances was she to be told I was there. I was given a key and I let myself in. I was half an hour before Paula was due there. I found myself getting an erection just thinking about what I was going to see. I opened the wardrobe door and stepped inside. I couldn’t decide whether to stand or sit. As I was hoping to be there quite a time I decided to sit. I got a chair and put it in the wardrobe and tied the doors together so they couldn’t be opened from the outside. I sat down and waited patiently.

Eventually I heard the door open and through the slits in the door I saw my wife Paula, about to meet her lover. Then what I saw next amazed me and turned me on even more. Paula sat on the edge of the bed facing me. She was looking at herself in the full-length mirror but didn’t realise I was there. She took off her bra and threw it on a chair. Then amazingly she lifted her skirt and I could see she had shaved her pussy. Then she put a finger inside her and then licked her finger. In all the years we had been married she had never done that before. I was now bursting and new I was going to have to play with myself. Shortly afterwards there was a knock on the door. As Paula went to the door I took my trousers and pants off and sat down again with my erect cock sticking out in front of me. Paula and her lover came into the room and they started undressing each other. I couldn’t believe the size of his black cock and I couldn’t believe what my wife Paula was doing. Normally she is fairly reserved about sex and here she was with both hands round this huge black cock and licking the end and trying to get it into her mouth. This surely wasn’t really my wife, was it? He bent down and sucked her nipples making them even harder. I saw him start fingering her pussy.

Then she lay down on the bed and Alvin got between her legs. I thought he was never going to get it inside her. Paula opened her legs as wide as they would go and he started easing his cock inside. Just a little at a time. After only a few seconds Paula was cumming. When I fucked her she never came that quickly. As he eased more inside her and started fucking her properly she came again and again. I was also very surprised to hear her using such filthy language. Pleading with him to fuck her cunt and make her cum. Paula was a different person. I found myself wanking myself faster and faster as I watched my wife being fucked senseless by a huge black cock that she absolutely adored. I loved it when she looked in the mirror to see his cock pounding in and out of her cunt. It was as if she was looking directly at me and I could see by the look on her face that she was in heaven. I wanked faster and shot my cum all over the floor of the wardrobe as my wife had yet another orgasm by her black lover.

After a while Alvin suggested she went on top and I marvelled at the sight of Paula lowering her wet cunt onto his huge cock. Even before she had managed to get it all inside she had cum again. The rest of the afternoon was spent with me watching Paula take this huge cock any and every way. Alvin fingered her arse and made her cum and she even managed to get part of his cock in her mouth and she sucked him off and made him cum in her mouth - something she has always been reluctant to do. I loved it when she got on all fours and Alvin fucked her doggie fashion. She looked at herself in the mirror and watched herself being fucked from behind. That triggered my second orgasm. I couldn’t believe how much it was turning me on watching my wife being fucked and acting like a slut. Eventually they were exhausted and fell asleep. I thought about creeping out at that point but decided against it.

Shortly afterwards they woke and had a shower. At that point I dressed and left the room. I drove home and waited for Paula to arrive. She acted normal and later that night I wanted sex. I read her a story from Literotica about a wife being fucked by a stranger with a huge cock. I watched as she used her vibrator on herself and made herself cum. Then I fucked her cunt which was still stretched from Alvin’s huge cock. Then I licked her shaved cunt and brought her off. I’m sure I tasted his cum.

Paula met Alvin every Tuesday and each time I spied on them. I was so turned on each time. Paula and Alvin did everything. Even when she had her period they still met and did everything except him fucking her cunt. Paula and my sex life got even better. I loved having a shaved cunt to lick and she started sucking me and making me cum in her mouth. I even managed to get my small cock in her arse and make her cum. Eventually Alvin had to leave and we started to get back to normal and Paula wanted us to buy some larger vibrators.

I kept an eye on Paula’s e-mails and eventually I found the following:

“A very sexy slut housewife desperately needs to meet a hugely endowed guy. Colour unimportant. Size more important than looks. Photographic evidence essential. MUST BE LARGER THAN 11 INCHES BY 2.5 INCHES.”