Neighbors: Columbus Day

It had been well over a month since our new neighbors moved in, and I finally found the time to introduce myself. My worthless husband Stan had mentioned them, but I hadn't bothered to listen - I had been busy with gardening, knitting, yoga, work--you name it. But I wanted to plant some trees along the fence on their side, so I needed to make sure they wouldn't mind the leaves falling in their yard. As I approached their house, I saw one of them, a woman named Missy, sunbathing in a bikini in the back. Her partner, Leslie, was out shopping.

We chatted for a bit, and she offered me a lemonade with a splash of vodka. She mentioned that my husband, Stan, had been helping them out over the past few weeks. I knew he had been over there, but I hadn't thought much of it. "Well, at least he's good for something," I said dismissively, taking a sip of the spiked lemonade.

Missy raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sure he's got his uses. Seems like a sweet guy. You two must have some enjoyable evenings."

I scoffed. "Nah, he's pretty worthless in the sack. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, see you next month."

Missy looked genuinely surprised. "Oh, he's probably more willing to try new things than you might think. Most guys are."

I laughed. "Maybe some, but not Stan. He hasn't tried anything but the missionary position for the past ten years."

Missy pondered this for a moment, then asked, "Have you tried asking him to eat you out?"

I shook my head. "When he has, I found it a bit too intense. I don't like losing control."

"What about you on top?" she suggested.

"No, it's just too much work for me," I admitted.

Missy hesitated before asking, "What about a little bondage--just handcuffs or a blindfold?"

I laughed even harder. "Definitely not."

Missy smiled, undeterred. "Well, I'm pretty certain he'd be more adventurous in bed if you indicated you were interested."

"You don't know Stan," I said confidently. "I bet he wouldn't be interested in fucking a porn starlet if it meant missing an hour of ESPN."

Missy laughed. "Oh, I don't think he'd be that bad."

"Seriously, you try seducing him--you'll see just how bad he is," I challenged, the vodka lemonade making me bolder.

Missy was quiet for a while, refilling my drink. Then she said gently, "You really should be careful. Some women might take advantage of comments like that."

"I mean it," I protested, not wanting to back down. "You get him to give you an orgasm, I'll fix up your yard. If not, you can weed my garden all next year."

Missy grinned. "Well, that's too good of an offer to pass up. Tell you what--Wednesday is Columbus Day. Do you and Stan have off?"

We did.

"Okay, you plan a day shopping. I'll see if I can get anywhere with Stan. If I do, I'll text you, and you can see what your man can do if you let him. If not, I'll pick up 'Gardening for Dummies' at the bookstore and learn the difference between a weed and a geranium."

I hesitated, suddenly feeling a bit less confident. "I thought you were a lesbian."

Missy smiled. "Bisexual, actually. I dated a few guys before Leslie, and well, a few women too. Does this mean the bet is off?"

"Oh no, it's on. I'm not going to pass up on free yard work," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

When Wednesday rolled around, I told Stan I'd be out bargain hunting. He grunted, focused on the TV. So I was rather startled when, around 1 PM, I got a text from Missy saying, "Hide in your bedroom closet. Be there by 1:20." I left the car parked about a block away and quietly snuck into my own house. It was empty, and I wasn't sure where Stan had gone.

The closet door had a good view of our bed, and I waited patiently. 1:20 came and went, and I was about to leave when I heard a door open and close, followed by some giggling. Shortly, Missy waltzed into the room, wearing the same swimsuit from the weekend, and laid down on my bed. Stan followed after her, and immediately knelt down on the edge of the bed. She positioned her groin right in front of his face, and he quickly untied her bikini bottom and pulled it off. She wrapped her legs around his head and pulled him into her pussy. He was an enthusiastic muff diver--the wetter she got, the louder the licking sounded, and from the scent, she was really going.

I watched in disbelief as Stan eagerly pleasured Missy. She moaned and writhed, her hands gripping his hair. After a few minutes, she handed him a condom, which he eagerly tore open and put on. She removed her bikini top, revealing her large, probably fake, but nonetheless impressive breasts. Stan stood at the edge of the bed, his fully erect and wrapped penis just inches from her cunt. She spread her legs out, and he leaned over her, guiding his prick slowly inside her.

I was getting a little wet myself, watching them. Missy looked like she was having a great time, and Stan was surprisingly attentive and passionate. I had never seen him like this before. After a few minutes, Stan seemed to be getting close to cumming, and Missy had him stop. Now she mounted him, her legs crouched in front of her, like she was going to ride a horse. She held herself up with her arms behind her and ever so slowly lowered herself down on his cock. Her pace was very relaxed, and Stan cooled down a bit, reaching up to massage her breasts and lean forward to suckle her nipples.

I was in shock--it was difficult to believe this was really happening and not a porno movie. Actually, it was a lot more passionate and intense than the porn movies Stan used to bring home for us to watch, which got repetitive and dull after a few minutes. I noticed my hand was gripping my crotch, and I quickly withdrew it, feeling a mix of arousal and confusion.

Missy repositioned herself again, still on top but now facing away from him. Her hand was stretched around, holding the base of his cock and positioning it in her own vagina. She moved very slowly, as if searching for a special target. Stan was sitting up, patiently rubbing her breasts from behind, occasionally wiping up some of her juices with his fingers and smearing it in circles on her tits. She continued her slow dance, her breathing increasingly heavy and her face flushed. Stan seemed thrilled just to watch, and I noticed that now my hand had slipped inside my panties, tracing an outline along my pussy lips.

She continued her heavy panting for ten minutes or so, holding both Stan's and my complete attention. Then she leaned all the way forward and began to really go to town, thrusting up and down. Stan laid back and enjoyed the ride until he was breathing heavily and, after a few minutes, let loose a cry as he unloaded, Missy moving all the way back for full penetration during his orgasm. Neither moved for a long time, lost in their satisfaction.

I realized that two fingers of my right hand were now deep inside my very wet pussy, and my thumb was circling my clit. I wasn't sure if I should stop or just go with it. Another part of my mind was screaming that I should be pissed as hell, that I should be storming out and packing my bags, but my hand just didn't want to stop stroking, and soon I needed my left hand to hold onto the doorframe to keep from making any noise. My whole body was gripped in a paralyzing tension emanating from my clit, and it kept building and building, like I was climbing an endless mountain.

Stan pulled off the condom, wiped his wet willy with tissues, and then rolled on a new one. His erection was still hard, and he wasted no time climbing back between Missy's legs. She was laying on her back, her legs spread eagle, but as he knelt down at her crotch, she lifted one of her legs high in the air and rested it against his shoulder. He plunged deep inside of her, and she moaned loudly. They rocked back and forth, and then he put a small pillow under her ass to tilt it up a bit more for even deeper penetration. She put a leg on each shoulder now and was thrusting upward as he was sliding in, then outward as he would go out, to maximize the sensation. She was moaning like mad, clenching the blanket in her fists. For a lesbian, she really loved dick.

My own orgasm had kept building throughout their position change. I realized I was clutching the doorframe as tightly as she grabbed the blanket. I had lowered my pants and panties to my knees, and my whole hand was shoved up my pussy, soaking wet. The waves of pleasure just shook my whole body, and I closed my eyes and just let it wash over and over me, tuning out everything else while I climaxed endlessly. When I finally opened my eyes again, they were still fucking away, but Stan was nearing the brink--he knelt there, rigid as a statue, jaw jutting out and teeth clenched as she thrust her pelvis upwards over and over again, impaling herself on his shaft. He arched his back and came with a loud grunt, and shortly after, they both collapsed from exhaustion. It was probably the closest the two of us had ever gotten to a mutual orgasm.

As Missy put her bikini back on and left, she faced the closet and said, "Thank you." Stan smiled and said, "You're welcome," not realizing she wasn't talking to him.

I stood there, stunned and breathless, my body still tingling with the aftermath of my orgasm. I had never seen Stan like that before, and I had certainly never experienced anything like that myself. As I quietly left the house, I realized that I had a lot to think about--and a lot to look forward to. Perhaps Missy was right. Perhaps Stan was more adventurous than I had given him credit for. And perhaps, just perhaps, our sex life was about to get a lot more interesting.

As for the bet, well, I had a feeling that Missy would be more than happy to help me with the gardening--after all, she had proven that she was more than capable of bringing new life to even the most barren of landscapes. And as for Stan, well, I had a feeling that he was about to discover a whole new world of possibilities--both in and out of the bedroom. And I, for one, couldn't wait to explore them with him.