Naughty Neighborly Relations

Bob

When we moved into town, our neighbors to the north had lived there for several years. It was a big, old white stucco house with two stories on two lots. Over the years, they did little upkeep. Dennis was a Vietnam war vet on full disability with high blood pressure, diabetes and agoraphobia, which suggested post-traumatic stress disorder. For years, he didn't come outside and stayed mostly upstairs at his computer. He stood a husky 6' 4"; with his long hair and beard, he was an imposing hulk.

His wife, Katie, was about 30, five years younger than Dennis, ten years younger than I. She was about 5' 10", pretty with long, blonde hair and long shapely legs. Her breasts filled a B-cup, I guessed after getting a good look down her blouse one summer day. She caught me looking, gasped and stood up. She often wore shorts outdoors in warm weather, so I ogled her legs as often as discreetly possible. She worked parttime as a salesclerk in a store.

They had two blonde teenage daughters, who sunbathed in the yard. Clearly, Katie's early pregnancies limited her formal education to high school.

One rainy day, Katie knocked on our door. She asked to borrow my chess set, because Dennis's friend, author of Ed Chess, was visiting. I had a wooden board with carved wooden pieces.

Another time Dennis called to invite me to see his new Gateway computer. Both of us had taught ourselves how to use PCs, and I also had a Gateway. We discovered mutual interests in computing, Internet porn and photography. We also had intellectual discussions.

The girls grew up, married and had babies.

Dennis, with the aid of marijuana, was able to get outdoors. We had some talks across the fence. He complained about his wife.

"Now, she's more of a grandma than a wife!"

"She still looks attractive."

"Then YOU marry her!"

Since I was already married, his remark required no answer. After 25 years of marriage, I had become so used my wife, that it was difficult for me to be aroused, unless I fantasized about another woman, like Katie. Dennis' assessment of her sexuality was disappointing. I might have to fantasize about yet another woman.

"She's gaining weight. So far, most of it has gone to her tits and ass, but soon she'll get thick thighs and a fat belly."

My wife had also gained weight.

"Enlarged breasts are definitely an improvement!"

"Do you fantasize about her?"

"You know how it is, being married for a long time."

"Would you like to fuck her, I hope?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Good! I'll keep that lust in mind next time I need some pussy. Now, my imagination is humming! I wonder if I could get her to let you fuck her. Maybe I could trick her and once you were in her, it would be too late for her refuse. Would you pay twenty bucks to lay her, for as long as you want? I could use some spending money, and the thought of using her as a cheap whore excites me."

"That would be a bargain!"

"As a good neighbor, you deserve a discount!"

Katie

The marijuana worked wonders for Dennis! He was able to get outdoors again. Maybe if I'd used it as well, it might have worked wonders on our marital relations. He felt neglected. First, raising our daughters took much of my time and attention. Now, visits with their children and babysitting them were taking a lot of my attention. I guess I was letting myself go by putting on weight and not dressing attractively.

Dennis prevailed upon me to buy some sexy clothes: a miniskirt, a minidress with a low neckline, and short shorts. When I protested that I wouldn't look good in them, he flattered me for the first time in years by saying I had nice, long legs and my breasts had filled out well.

I modeled one outfit a day, and each night, he took me to bed to show his appreciation! I didn't have a short nightgown, but Dennis had me show each summer one until he saw one with a low neckline and no sleeves. It was old, but he renewed it by taking my shears and cutting the length to mid-thigh!

I enjoyed pleasing my husband and feeling desirable. One night, while we were making love, Dennis said,

"I bet Bob next door would like to be doing this to you!"

"What on earth gave you that idea?"

"He told me that you are an attractive woman. Has he ever looked you over?"

"He does seem to appear whenever I'm out in the yard in shorts; they ride up while I'm kneeling to garden. He did get a good look down my blouse once when I was kneeling. It was loose and fell away from my body. My bra was loose and exposed a lot more."

"Sexy!"

Dennis began thrusting harder and faster. Judging from the sounds he made, I'd given him an especially good orgasm. He suggested that we both smoke some marijuana before going to bed. I found that being high increased my chance of orgasms, so this became a habit. Then he researched about sensory deprivation and said that being in the dark or blindfolded would focus one's hearing on the appreciation of music or one's body the pleasure of touch.

One night, when we were high, Dennis led me upstairs. He asked me to strip naked and don my sleep mask. He said he would turn a small lamp on so that he could enjoy looking at my naked body.

"Imagine that another man is making love to you, a man you find attractive or a secret admirer."

"This is getting naughty!"

"Sex is more fun and exciting when it feels naughty!"

I nodded my assent. It had taken many years before we began exploring our sexuality--long after I seemed to have lost my sexuality! He even lit a scented candle! I lay on my back with just a sheet over me. Dennis took each arm and tied it with a scarf to the bedstead!

"Dennis, this is kinky!"

"I want you to be submissive. If you are good, by being a bad girl, I'll untie you."

I did feel a thrill being restrained, a mixture of fear and excitement, like a sexual sacrifice to male lust. After Dennis left the room, I thought of another man entering the room and me, taking his pleasure while I was thus helpless to resist! A shiver passed through me. After several long minutes, through which I squirmed in anticipation, my pussy began to moisten. I heard him enter and undress. A hand pulled the sheet down to my ankles, and I heard a soft whistle.

He began caressing my breasts until their nipples grew almost painfully erect. Then he squeezed and kissed them; he licked and sucked my nipples. This was fun! His hands explored down my belly and coaxed my legs apart. I spread them so that he could use both hands to caress the outside and inside of each thigh. Shivers of pleasure ran through me--right up to my pussy! Dennis was improvising on his usual technique. I was learning how imagination makes sex more exciting.

Finally, I felt him get into bed, between my legs. He pulled them up and back and spread them wide. Instead feeling him mount me, however, I felt his breath on my upper thighs, heard him sniffing the scent of my arousal, and felt his fingers search my pubic hair for my entrance. He slid a finger up and down between my outer labia, getting deeper until he opened my inner labia and rubbed my clit. A finger penetrated me and slowly worked deeper and deeper, making me wetter and wetter.

The finger withdrew. I heard an "mmm" as he apparently sniffed and licked my love juice from his finger. Then, he began kissing and licking between my inner labia and over my clit. When was the last time Dennis did that? As I approached orgasm, the finger penetrated me again and fucked me. The combination made me cum, crying out my ecstasy!

Now, I felt his penis touch my open sex and penetrate me. With two thrusts, it was all the way inside me. I screamed and came again! He lay on me to savor our union. This was not the weight of Dennis but a much smaller man! His penis was big enough. He kissed my breasts. I opened my mouth to ask,

"Who are you?"

He covered my mouth with his and passionately French-kissed me while he began fucking me with short thrusts.

"Whom do you think is between your legs, fucking you? Guess!" Dennis asked!

"Dennis, how could you trick me like this? How could you treat me like this?"

"You've already been treated with two orgasms, so you are enjoying your treatment! Is my wife a good fuck?"

"Oh, yes, she's very responsive!"

That was our neighbor Bob speaking!

"Katie, I've never found you as exciting as you are now, exciting another man to fuck you and enjoying every thrust he gives you!"

I surrendered to Bob's hands exploring my naked body, his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my pussy. He reared up, clutched my breasts and began fucking me with long, slow thrusts. After a few minutes, I couldn't help lifting my hips to meet his thrusts and moaning. Dennis applauded me. Bob took his time fucking me to extract every bit of satisfaction from his sexual conquest of me.

"You like what Bob's doing to you, don't you? Don't you?"

"Yes."

"It thrills you to put on an exciting live sex show for me, doesn't it?"

"Yes!"

As his climax approached, Bob fucked me harder and faster. I screamed and squirted! I wanted to receive his sperm! Soon, his cock was jerking and spurting it deep into me.

"The slut is squirting! You want to be a good fuck for him, so he'll come back to use you again! Bob, you're welcome to use my wife for sex as often as you want, and I want to watch you do it to her!"

Bob lay coupled with me, until his cock receded. We were now intimately acquainted! Dennis untied my arms, took Bob's place, and invited him to stay for the show. Dennis doubled me up and mounted me. He fucked me hard. I looked at Bob watching me get fucked again. I felt embarrassed and ashamed while loving the attention and my sexual power. I had a marital orgasm.

Now I have three roles as a woman and enjoy all of them: mother, grandmother and hot wife! Bob visits once or twice a week to use me. Dennis praises me for becoming a much more exciting woman. I hadn't realized how exciting sex could be! I'm substituting sexual gratification for fattening food. Lately, Dennis seems somehow to have a little more money in his pocket. When I need more for household expenses, he opens his wallet and sometimes gives me an extra $20.