You may wish to read my "Rescuing Amy" stories for an introduction to my neighbors and the unlikely events that led up to this point...
In quiet times I sometimes gave thought to the commandment about coveting your neighbor's wife. I tended to conclude that "coveting" meant wanting to possess them, to take them away from their husbands and families, and I didn't want to do any of that. Besides, even if impure thoughts were included, I'd done that long ago, and the commandment didn't say anything about actually fucking them.
But, in all seriousness, I didn't want to hurt anyone.
Amy had had a genuine need before she'd gotten involved with me and we had carefully stuck with the rule about genital contact. I'd sprayed the shower stream on her clit until she came and she'd jerked me off through a towel. On our last adventure, however, she'd held my shaft while Denise blew me.
Denise was a just happy (and mostly faithful), freaky slut who, when the opportunity arose, had jumped into the situation with both tits. I came in her mouth, and on those big tits, and she'd deliberately left it there before having sex with her husband.
I really liked Amy as a person and I felt as though I was helping her explore her newly expanded sexuality at a time when her out of work husband's libido had declined.
I had always liked Denise too but I was now going along with her freakiness without any good reason or excuse. I'd also have to be careful that no issues arose between the two girls and I resolved to continue to enjoy Amy but to only play with Denise when Amy was involved.
But the best intentions of a horny guy rarely stand the test of an available pussy.
On the Saturday two weeks after the party my doorbell rang (a rare occurrence). I'd slept late and spent some time checking on work and doing laundry so I was still wearing a robe and slippers and nothing else.
I looked through the window that overlooked the doorstep and saw Denise. I guessed the freaky slut wouldn't care about my robe but I vainly kicked off my boring slippers, answered the door, and she stepped inside.
As soon as the door closed she gathered me in a tight hug against her big tits and kissed me on the lips.
"Hello Thomas, were you expecting me?" she joked, indicating the robe.
"Umm, Hi Denise, I was uhh..."
"Were you jerking off, Thomas?"
"No! Umm. I'm not long up, I was working and -"
"Would you like me to jerk you off, Tommie?"
Nobody except my late father or my disrespectful cock ever called me Tommie. He was wide awake now and trying to look out through the front of the robe: "Yes please!" he cried but, of course, only I can hear when he talks.
I'm not always a blithering idiot around horny women but lately my neighbors had been achieving this quite well. I couldn't think of anything to say to her so she continued:
"Oh, maybe you need cute little Amy around whenever you're fucking your neighbors?"
That pushed my buttons, raised my concerns, and I felt the need to come to Amy's defence. Besides, I wasn't actually fucking my neighbors:
"Listen, Denise, Amy and me -"
"I'm just kidding Thomas! Look at you, all defensive!" she laughed, "I just came here to ask you a favor but, if you say 'yes', I'll let you fuck my titties and cum in my mouth."
I laughed too and relaxed a little: "You'd probably let me do that even if I say 'no', Denise." I said and led her into the living room.
We sat and talked for ten or twenty minutes. I made her a coffee. The lewd beginning had actually made the situation easier because there was no pressure to talk about what the three of us had done at the party (I hadn't even spoken to either of them since).
It turned out that the favor was intriguing: another neighbor, Claire, had moved closer to the city the previous year and was pregnant with her first child. Amy and Denise were invited to the baby shower. Since I split my time between my house and a city apartment the girls were wondering if I could put them up for a couple of nights rather than pay the ridiculous rates for a crappy hotel.
According to Denise, Martin, her husband, had actually suggested this when they were discussing the trip. Cheap bastard. "Stupid bastard!" added my cock.
We discussed the dates in question and I happily agreed. They would arrive on Friday evening for the Saturday night party and I might even be able to save them each a train fare by giving them a ride back home on the Sunday night.
We talked some more and threw in plans to go out to some of my favorite haunts on the Friday night, after all, they had most of Saturday to recover from a good binge. I reminded her that my apartment was a small studio with one bed. I told her I had an inflatable mattress but I made no bones that it was usually just for appearances and it would probably be easier for us all to share my big comfortable bed. I was serious about the practicality even though I was secretly preferring this option for commandment-risking reasons. It gave Denise the opening to return to depravity:
"Yeah, fuck the blow up mattress! Or fuck me on the blow up mattress! Oh, maybe I should be on it so you can cuddle up with Amy without breaking any of your rules?"
I rose to her defence again: "I think Amy and me -"
"Jeez, Thomas, you're soooo defensive about little Amy! I don't care what you do or don't do with her, you're both adults. As long as everyone has some fun and nobody gets hurt."
