Two months ago, after years of living in a cramped apartment in a large, noisy city, I decided to move to the peace and quiet of the suburbs. I found a cute ranch-style house on Long Island and settled in, happy to be free of city life and its attendant aggravations. Everyone was so nice, especially my next-door neighbors, Alex, a gregarious guy with charisma to spare, and his stunningly beautiful wife, Kim. They made me feel at home right from the start, and last week their friendliness reached a new and altogether wonderful level.
It was just a few days after I had moved in that Alex came by to introduce himself and welcome me to the neighborhood. I met Kim the very next day, when I was putting some stuff in the garage. Tall, with clear blue eyes, curly blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and an enticing figure exquisitely defined by a tight white t-shirt and ass-hugging blue denim cutoffs, she was a sight to behold. We chatted for a while, with Kim telling me some things about my new neighborhood and saying how much I'd love it. She seemed as nice as she was beautiful and, unless it was my imagination, rather flirtatious. I was struck by the thought that she was sizing me up, checking me out as if her husband had told her about me and she had come by to see for herself.
That thought stayed in my mind and grew more intriguing in the days and weeks that followed, as the three of us began doing things together and grew closer. There were the outdoor barbecues, the ball games, movies at the mall and concerts in the park, with Kim paying as much, if not more, attention to me than to Alex. That she liked me, a lot, was obvious, and if Alex was uncomfortable with his wife's behavior, the way she flattered me at every chance and hung on my every word, he never said anything to me. On the contrary, I got the distinct impression that he was thrilled by how well Kim and I seemed to be getting along.
And then it all came to a head last Saturday night, after dinner at their place, while we were enjoying drinks in the living room. I should have seen it coming, I realize now, but still I was taken aback when, during a moment of silence, Kim, sitting next to me on the couch, looked over at her husband and asked, "Is it time, honey?"
"Go for it," Alex answered with a satisfied grin.
With that, Kim leaned in close to me and planted her lips on mine for a kiss that took my breath away. Then, breaking the kiss, she looked me right in the eye and said, "I want to fuck you, Ron. I want to fuck you so bad."
"And I want to watch," Alex added with a smile. "So, what do you say?"
I had suddenly lost the ability to speak, but the giant bulge in my pants spoke volumes. It certainly wasn't the first time I'd gotten hard around Kim, but now my cock was swollen almost to bursting. Kim noticed and giggled. "He says yes," she said happily, giving my cock a squeeze through my pants. "Let's go upstairs."
Scant minutes later Alex and I were buck naked in the master bedroom watching Kim do a sensuous striptease. Alex was seated in a large armchair not far from the bed, idly stroking his cock, which was every bit as hard as mine. I stood a few feet away, carefully stroking my own erection. When she was down to her panties, Kim summoned me to her. "You take them off, Ron. See how wet they are."
Happy to oblige, I dropped to my knees and pulled down Kim's white cotton panties. They were soaked with her arousal and I brought them to my nose for a whiff of her scent, which made my cock even harder, if that was possible. Kim took her panties from me and threw them to her husband, who promptly wrapped them around his throbbing erection. She then placed her hands on my head and drew my face into her golden bush. "See if I taste as good as I smell," she said.
That she did, and for several delightful minutes I lost myself in the heady taste and aroma of her aroused pussy. "Oh, hon, he's good," Kim called out to her husband as I lapped up her flowing juices and swabbed her clitoris with my busy tongue. And then I felt her tremble and her hands tighten on my head as she started to come. My hands clutched at her asscheeks as she shoved her pussy hard against my face, coating my lips and chin with her sticky juices. Emitting a long, satisfied sigh, she fell backward to sprawl on the bed. "God, that was good," she said, squeezing her breasts. "I need a minute. Then you can fuck me good."
"Yeah, she likes it hard, Ron. So don't pull any punches."
I turned to look at Alex. He was staring at his beautiful wife with an expression that reflected his incredible excitement, her panties still wrapped around his cock as he stroked it. "Isn't she something?" he said aloud to no one in particular.
Kim was something, all right. Looking at her on the bed, her legs spread wide as she fondled her pussy with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other, it was all I could do to keep from jumping on her and slamming my cock into that oh-so-inviting target. Fortunately, she didn't keep me waiting long.
Ordering me onto the bed, she knelt next to me and took hold of my engorged cock. "Look at this, honey," she said, holding my member perfectly perpendicular. Then I jerked as Kim's tongue touched my cockhead, and moaned softly when she wrapped her lips around it and licked softly and teasingly. Next, she bathed her tongue up and down its length, pausing on occasion to lick and suck my balls. Then, with a little growl, she took me into her hot mouth.
Her blonde curls spilled over my stomach as she began sucking my cock, alternating between a slow pace and a faster one. When Alex told her to take me deep, she pulled back her hair, away from her face, so he could clearly see my cock disappear down her throat. "Oh, God!" I called out, relishing not only the sensation but the sight of Kim's lips and nose mashed against my pubic hairs. In the course of the next few minutes she deep-throated me several times, urged on by her husband, who eventually said he wanted to see us fuck.
Kim released my saliva-drenched cock and then quickly straddled me to sink down onto my slippery pole of flesh. With her hands braced on my chest she began moving, bouncing over on me, occasionally rotating her hips to grind her pussy on my cock. I reached for her jiggling breasts, squeezing them as she rode me with a look of sheer determination. This went on until Alex shouted out that he wanted to see us doggy-style. "It's her favorite, Ron," he rasped. Mine, too, I thought, as I looked over at Alex, who was still slumped in the armchair and stroking his panty-covered cock.
With Kim on her hands and knees, I got behind her and shoved my dick into her pussy. Remembering what Alex had said earlier, I fucked his wife hard, making sure I touched bottom with each f***eful thrust into her grasping hole. She dropped her head to the mattress and shrieked with pleasure as I slammed into her again and again. "Do it!" Alex chanted, obviously beside himself with lust.
It was not at all easy, but somehow I succeeded in holding off my orgasm until Kim had come not once but twice, and then I just lost it. I did not think I'd ever stop coming as spurt after spurt of semen shot from my cock into my beautiful neighbor's pussy. Finally, I pulled out of her and she fell flat on the bed, breathing hard, as was I.
And now here came Alex, bolting out of the armchair and hurrying to the bed, raging cock in hand. Kim, obviously very familiar with the routine, quickly rolled over onto her back and opened her mouth wide. His face flushed, Alex knelt on the side of the bed and stuffed his exploding cock into his wife's mouth, growling as his semen streamed down her throat. I thought it a fitting conclusion to this wholly remarkable evening.
Soon after that I got dressed and left, leaving my amazing next-door neighbors cuddling on the bed. Back home, I kept going over what had happened, winding up with a smile on my face when I remembered Alex's parting words. "We'll have to do this again," he had said. "And soon," Kim had added with a grin.
Man, do I ever hope so.