Our Friendly Neighbors

OUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORS

I remember the afternoon my interest turned to lust. It wasn't like something exceptional happened, just a routine cookout at the neighbors. Rita and Byron had invited us for dinner. I'm Alex and my wife is Megan.

It was the way Rita was sitting that flipped the switch in my mind. She was sitting on a lawn chair with one foot on the ground and one on a stool in front of her. She was wearing a relatively tight blue skirt that stopped above her knees. With her feet like that, her legs were exposed and I could see her smooth thighs under her skirt. Her left leg, the one on the stool, was bent at the knee and the inside of her tanned thigh was exposed above her knee, almost to her crotch. Her right foot was on the ground and her knee was about two feet away from her left ankle. Her creamy skin contrasted with her dark skirt. Her legs looked so smooth and soft, looked so sexy in an innocent sort-of way.

She was wearing sandals on her feet and I could see her bare toes. She was quite alluring, talking, very animated, while she sat there. I couldn't take my eyes off those legs. She was looking around and talking to my wife and another couple, shifting in her seat with each comment. I caught a glimpse of her white panties under her skirt. I focused on the very tops of her left thigh, where it joined her pussy, hidden beneath her panties. It was amazing how she affected me. We'd known Rita and Byron for a few years and I'd seen her many times. I'd seen all of her legs in shorts and swim suits. What I saw under her skirt was nothing new. It was just the way she was sitting, the sexiness, the exposure of her legs under her dark skirt.

Rita has a beautiful face and smile. Her voice is so pleasant and she laughed as she talked. She was wearing a loose shirt and I could see the rise of her breasts beneath it. Her nipples weren't visible, but her breasts jiggled under her shirt. I had seen her tits and nipples straining against her clothing in the past. She was dressed like the other women, but the sight of her naked thighs aroused my lust. I knew it was bad to be ogling the neighbor's wife, but the way she looked was unforgettable. I was wearing shorts myself and had to keep my hands in my lap to disguise my growing hard-on.

After fifteen minutes of unknowingly teasing me, she stood and went into their house to retrieve some snacks. I watched her ass sway under the skirt, amazed at how it affected me. I leaned back in my chair, unable to get the sight of Rita's thighs out of my mind.

I didn't specifically aspire to see more of her or screw her, but after that afternoon, I was in lust with her.

That evening, as Megan and I were getting ready for bed, I mentioned that "Rita sure is a good-looking woman."

Megan glanced over her shoulder and said, "I saw you looking at her."

I said, "The way she was sitting, with her thighs exposed, was sexy as hell."

Megan said, "You're a pervert, looking up her skirt."

I laughed and said, "I guess I am, but I think we should all enjoy the finer things in life."

She called me over to bed and lifted her nightie to expose her thighs. "Well, why don't you come over here and enjoy the finer things between MY legs."

I did. I crawled between my wife's legs and nuzzled her naked pussy. She has a nice patch of sandy pubic hair that is scattered around her crotch. I put my face in the midst of her honey pot and used my lips and tongue to give her the pure pleasure that she experiences when I eat her out. I admit I had thoughts of what it would be like to be between our neighbor Rita's legs. When I brushed my lips over my wife's smooth upper legs, I remembered Rita's sensuous thighs, imagining what it would be like to do to her what I was doing to my wife.

I pushed my face into Megan's snatch and eagerly licked and sucked her. She commented on my aggressiveness. "You must've gotten yourself all worked up looking up Rita's skirt."

I just kept eating her. Megan took advantage of my new obsession with our neighbor's thighs. She said, "I've seen her naked."

I kept eating her, adding to my fervor. My wife said, "She has a nice pussy. I'll bet you'd like to see it."

"Um hum." I mumbled with my face buried in my wife's pussy.

She said, "She has a nice dark patch of hair on her pussy."

I increased my pace.

She pulled me up to her, "Come up here and fuck me."

I moved into the saddle and my cock easily slid into my wife's warm vagina. We kissed and she reacted to my unusual excitement. "Are you imagining that you're fucking Rita?"

I denied it, but Megan persisted, "Come on, stuff your cock into her hot little cunt. Pretend it's her thighs wrapping around you. Shoot you cum into her pussy."

I did. My cock spurted a big load of semen into my wife's vagina. She held me and we kissed.

"I love you." I said.

She laughed and said, "But you'd like to fuck Rita."

I denied it, but she just pulled me into her and wrapped her arms around me. "It's okay. Everyone has fantasies."

I fell asleep wondering what fantasies were on my wife's mind.

A few weeks later, we and our neighbors were at the community pool for an 'adult night'. Adult night just meant that there were no children, so the women tended to wear more revealing suits. Megan had a relatively modest two-piece suit, but it showed a lot of her cleavage. She has nice breasts and the suit top pushed them up and together. To top it off, the outlines of her nipples were visible through the thin material. Her bottom was like a pair of briefs, but when it was wet, the material clung to her ass cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination.

Rita was there too, and she was in a smaller bikini. It was white with blue designs. The suit rode up between her ass cheeks in the back and I silently hoped the two triangles of material covering her breasts would slip and expose her. Damn she was hot.

When she was standing by the pool, Byron came over to talk to me. He saw me looking at his wife. I looked at him and said, "Holy shit!"

He laughed and said, "Yeah! I know."

A moment later, my wife walked by and he said, "Holy shit, yourself!" She was talking with someone and her ass was clearly outlined beneath her thin suit. It was almost like she was naked. Having Byron leering at her tight ass cheeks was arousing. My dick started to get hard.

We were drinking beer and he continued to comment about my wife. "She has a nice ass, if you don't mind me saying so."

I laughed and said, "Not at all. You've done alright too."

He said, "I really like your wife's tits. Her nipples poke through her clothes and stimulate my curiosity."

I casually said, "I'd like to see your wife's pussy. She has the sexiest legs."

Then he said, "I have photos on my phone; do you?"

I did, I paused, thought for a moment, then nodded affirmatively.

He suggested we go inside the clubhouse and share some photos. I followed him.

We found a quiet corner of the clubhouse lounge. We both tapped into the hidden folders of our phones. I knew I shouldn't have shared photos of Megan without her permission, but I was driven by an unquenchable desire to see Rita naked. We exchanged phones and scrolled through the photos. I shared my album of nude photos of Megan, about a dozen pics that showed all of her. There weren't any Hustler photos, but there were some fully frontal ones showing her pussy, including one with her sitting on a chair with her legs spread, showing her pussy lips and her tuft of pubic hair. It was my favorite.

The photos he had of Rita were similar. I particularly liked one that approximated what I had seen when she had been sitting next to me, a few weeks earlier. She was sitting with her legs spread with one foot on her chair. She wasn't wearing a skirt or panties. She wasn't wearing anything. The photo showed those smooth, creamy thighs and included her hairy pussy. She had jet black pussy hair which was spread around her vulva. Her lips were slightly spread, giving just a slight peek at her pink clit. She was beautiful.

Byron suggested, "I'll trade you one photo of your wife for one of mine."

I eagerly agreed and we air dropped one photo each. I chose the one I just mentioned. He liked one of Megan lying on her side with her knee crooked with her foot by her other knee, exposing her brown pussy and showing her slit and the deep color around her vulva. I didn't know how to transfer the photos so he took my phone and did it for me.

We were finishing the transfer when Megan happened to walk into the clubhouse. She saw us quickly and suspiciously close our phones.

She didn't say anything until we were at home.

She asked, "What were you and Byron doing with your phones in the clubhouse?"

I said, "Oh, just sharing some contact info."

She looked at me and knew I was prevaricating (lying). She asked, "Were you showing him your photos of me?"

I was busted and couldn't deny it. I was silent.

She said, "What did you show him?"

I said, "Just a few tame ones."

"Uh huh. Show me." She insisted.

I gave her my phone with the hidden album. She flipped through the photos. "You asshole. Those were supposed to be private."

I had fucked up and said, "I was drinking and not thinking." A weak excuse.

She asked, "Did he show you some of Rita."

I nodded.

She said, "You've had the hots for her body so you traded my photos for some of her." She had implied that we had swapped the photos. She was imprecise in her language, not suspecting that I actually HAD swapped one photo.

I answered, "We just swapped one photo."

She realized that her imprecise words had prompted me to admit what I'd done. "Which photos did you swap with him?"

I pointed out the photo.

She said, "You bastard. That shows all of me." Then she said, "Now our neighbor had a photo of me naked and every time I talk to him, he'll be visualizing what I look like. I'll be embarrassed when he talks to me."

I made the impertinent comment, "Well, he imagines what you look like naked anyway, so what's the difference if he actually knows what you look like under your clothes."

She asked, "Did he say that?"

"Pretty much. He was checking you out by the pool. Your suit doesn't leave much to the imagination."

She wasn't pleased. After a moment, she asked, "So, did you get a photo of Rita?"

I found the photo on my phone and showed her.

Megan said, "My god. You can see her cunt."

I nodded. I thought it was a good trade.

My wife saw that my cock was hard and asked, "Does it make you hard, thinking about Byron seeing me naked?"

I said, "Yeah. It does."

She reached over and grabbed my dick. "Your cock is hard thinking about your friend seeing my pussy. What if he actually saw me, not just a photo?"

She was getting to me. My prick was hard. She knew she had the advantage and continued to taunt me. "Maybe I'll strip and let him take his own photos."

She kissed me. She was passionate. I was pleasantly surprised. She was no longer angry, she was turned-on. She said, "Think about your friend taking photos of me. Would you want me to spread my thighs and give him some explicit pics."

She was exciting me. I said, "Yeah. You could spread your legs for him."

She said, "I'd show him my cunt. Would you like that?" She leaned back against the pillows on our bed and spread her legs apart.

I said, "Spread your lips with your fingers."

She did.

Then, she surprised me and said, "Take a picture with your phone."

I shifted to the camera and took a few photos of my wife's naked crotch. She used her fingers to spread herself open. The camera captured the inner flesh of her vagina. She rolled onto her hands and knees and I took some from behind, capturing her cunt between her legs, squirrel shots. She spread her ass cheeks and I took a few photos of her asshole, with her cunt below. I could see the moisture of her arousal on her labia. She was clearly aroused and twisted her butt like a cat in heat.

With her pussy exposed to my camera, Megan asked, "Are you going to show these to Byron?"

I said, "I don't know. Do you want me to?"

She said, "Maybe you can trade for some of Rita's cunt."

I teased her, "Why don't we let him take his own photos."

My normally modest wife said, "Oooh. I'll bet that would make you really horny. I'd strip and let him take pictures of everything."

I nodded, taking more photos.

She said, "I'll bet if I'm naked, he'll want to fuck me. Would you like photos of him fucking me."

My dick was throbbing, it was so hard. "Do you want him to fuck you?"

Megan said, "Yeah. I'd like him to fuck me while you watch."

I was bit surprised, wondering if she was really serious.

She put her head in my crotch and said, "Take a few of me sucking your cock." She put her mouth over my penis and began to suck my dick. I managed to take a few photos, really obscene ones of my modest wife performing fellatio. Her pretty lips were wrapped around my shaft with the head hidden inside her mouth.

She paused for a moment and said, "I'll have Byron take some of me sucking his cock."

I came in her mouth. She normally doesn't swallow, but she lewdly swirled my cum in her mouth and took it into her stomach. Then, she straddled my head and put her messy, wet cunt on my face. She was wild with passion, rocking back and forth on my mouth and nose. She was thinking about posing for obscene photos. She rarely got this worked-up. She was riding my face, pressing her bony pelvis against my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised, delighted.

She asked, "Have you shown my photos to your other friends."

That made her even hotter and she began to come on my face. Her lady-cum poured out onto me. She was pushing down, aggressively fucking my face. Moaning and spasming. I had trouble breathing beneath her twitching cunt. Fortunately, she began to calm down. She rolled onto her back.

I had revived and mounted her between her legs. Leaning up on my arms, looking at her with lust and love.

She continued to taunt me. "What are you going to do with your new photos?"

I said, "I don't know. Should I show them to Byron?"

She said, "What if I want you to?" With that, she came again and I dumped my semen into her eager vagina.

We collapsed into each other's arms. I turned off the light and held her as we tried to go to sleep.

She was quiet for a while, then she softly asked, "Are you going to do it?"

"What?"

"Are you going to show Byron your photos of me?"

"Do you want me to?"

She said, "I don't think so, but the thought makes me so horny."

"Maybe I will."

I went to sleep with thoughts of other men seeing Megan's naked crotch, of her posing for them. They were decadent thoughts, but they had at least replaced those of Rita, although the photo of her naked thighs and pussy flashed through my mind too.

To be continued.