Jane and I are a very happily married couple with a twist, we love fucking other people together. We've been in the lifestyle for a couple of years now since first encountering other swinging couples at one of our neighbors parties.
Jane is a 5'4 sexual powder keg. With a short blonde pixie hair style, the prettiest green eyes and curves to die for, her DD breasts are always the center of attention wherever we go and whoever we do.
I'm Ben, 5'9, short dark brown hair, athletically built and a thick 8.5 inch cock which hasn't disappointed yet!
Our home in Southern California sits on a cul de sac. While we do know all of the neighbors, most everyone keeps to themselves for the most part, with the exception of our afore mentioned next door neighbors who turned out to be swingers. Although we had fucked them at their new years party, that surprisingly hadn't led to very much interaction over the last couple of years although Jane had fucked their son last summer! An incident that as far as we know has never been divulged.. I digress.
We were happy enough to keep our lifestyle activities confined to friends we have made in the lifestyle community and not risk drama on our own doorstep, but that didn't stop us noticing that some of our neighbors were pretty fucking hot. Jane was only too happy to tell me how hot she thought Brett and Monica are who live diagonally across from us and how she had been thinking about how much she wants to suck his cock.
We hadn't really interacted with this cute couple from Georgia very much, Monica is every bit the southern bell, slim with straight, long blonde hair and lively blue eyes. Brett could be described as an intimidatingly tall and chiseled dude with dark brown hair and trimmed beard. We had seen them occasionally and chit chatted here and there.
The way in which our house is oriented, our walk in closet is located at the front of the house, with two big windows facing out onto the cul de sac. Usually this means the blinds are closed, but it's sunny in Cali and with reflections you can't really see in those windows anyway. Still when we are in there changing, the blinds are usually shut for our modesty.
Usually.
Until they weren't. My beautiful Jane can be such an enigma, on the one hand so smart, business savvy and put together, on the other hand prone to forgetting what she is doing at any given time.
On this morning, California wasn't living up to the moniker of the Sunshine State, and it was actually pretty overcast. Having showered, Jane wandered naked into our closet as usual, but on this gloomy day flicked on the light switch and began to look through her neatly hung clothes to pick her outfit. She selected a top, turned and placed it on the hip high counter which is just in front of the windows facing out to the street. She paused and looked down to her right and considered her shoe choice for the day which would ultimately determine whether she picked a skirt or pants. Her gaze wandered along her shoe collection and she began to consider a new skirt she had recently bought and what might pair well.. hmmm choices, choices.
A small movement in the periphery of her vision went ignored for a moment until her subconscious caught up and her eyes darted to her left, out the window, across the street and met the eyes of Brett who was stood in his driveway, car keys in hand, mouth slightly agape, motionless as he looked across the street and in through our closet windows.
With the gloomy weather, and the light in our closet on, he had a perfect view. A perfect view of Jane's perfectly round and pert ass as she went through her clothes, and then when she had turned and stood in place, her magnificent double D titties.
The shock of realizing she was, and had been on complete display to our neighbor, initially froze Jane in place. Now, a couple of years ago she would have panicked, maybe screamed, thrown herself on the floor to hide or desperately tried to get the blinds closed and save her blushes. This is not the same Jane as before though, and faced with this delicious scenario of having fully displayed her naked body to the hunky neighbor across the cul de sac, she smiled and raised a hand to wave slowly at him, making no attempt to cover her modesty. Brett, closed his mouth and waved back, his eyes not leaving her naked body. From his slightly raised position he could even make out her naked shaved pussy, although at that distance not in any great detail.
Jane, my naughty little temptress, slightly pushed her tongue out and licked slowly along her lips before turning to show him her ass again. She bent over and took her time picking up a towel which she pulled around her body and tied in place. She turned again to the window, her ass disappearing from view and faced Brett again with a beaming smile on her face. Brett hadn't moved and still had his hand raised although he had stopped waving. My wanton little hot wife blew him a kiss, and finally closed the blinds.
When I found her in the bathroom about ten minutes later she still looked flushed.
"You look like you've been up to something," I quizzically said.
"You're not wrong, I just had a little bit of a surprise," she admitted.
"Oh, what kind of a surprise?" I asked.
"Well, a bit of a sexy surprise," she replied, a naughty smile on her face. "I was just choosing an outfit and realized that I'd left the blinds open. I looked outside and Brett was totally watching me. I was completely naked, he saw everything," she confessed.
"Woah, lucky Brett!" I exclaimed, a congratulatory edge in my tone as I enjoyed the thought of my wife showing herself off. "What did you do?" I egged her on.
"Well, I waved... and I blew him a kiss, then I closed the blinds. I was a bit turned on though, so then I lied down on my towel and fingered my naughty little pussy," she admitted.
"You are a very naughty wife," I chastised her, as I beamed with pleasure and pulled her to me to kiss her long and hard, my dick rising in my pants.
Jane dropped to her knees in front of me and ravenously pulled my belt open, unbuttoning my jeans, ripping them open and reaching into my briefs to pull free my engorged cock.
I throbbed in her hand as she looked me dead in the eye before opening her mouth and licking the length of my shaft.
"Oh yes, yes, you naughty fucking wife. You parade yourself naked for the hot neighbor you have to be punished and suck that dick you bad girl," I admonished her playfully.
"I'm so sorry, I couldn't help him looking at my big titties and my cute butt. I think he might have seen my pussy too, baby. I think he might have liked it," she pouted as she temporarily removed my hard member and pretended to be sorry.
My dick was soon back in her mouth as she slurped and licked, face fucking me and shoving me deep into her throat.
"Yeah, I think you wanted him to see you, I think you like the hot neighbor looking at your titties, you want him to imagine fucking your soaked cunt don't you?" I mock accused her.
"I can't help it baby, he's so hot. I just want him to fuck me, I want to see how big his dick is.. please can I?" she begged, before thrusting my length back in her mouth.
"Yes, yes, fuck baby.. you should try and fuck him, oh fuck, I'm coming baby," and I erupted, filling her mouth with my seed. She wrapped her lips tightly around my shaft and looked me in the eye as she swallowed everything.
"Mmmmmm," she demurred, "this has been an unexpectedly fun morning. I'll have to give some thought to how I can seduce Brett and Monica to fuck us." she said as she stood.
And thats just what she did. Over the next couple of days, Jane ruminated on how she could take next steps with the couple across the road. She was pretty sure Brett was DTF given the way he had watched open mouthed and obviously enjoyed her naked body. But, what about Monica, how to gauge her limits?
Jane decided that Monica was the key and figured that a girls night out with some wine and laughs would be ideal and allow her to find out just how committed Monica was to monogamy and if there was any chance of convincing her that other flavors of ice cream can be more enjoyable than vanilla.
As one of their daughters had done some babysitting for us, she had Monica's cell number and early the next week she texted her to see if she wanted to get a drink one night. Monica enthusiastically accepted and they set a time for Friday evening.
On Friday Jane dressed in a short black skirt and a black sleeveless top with a plunging neckline, showing off plenty of her spectacular cleavage, she did a twirl for me as she was finishing up her makeup in our bathroom. The front door bell rang, I answered the door and welcomed Monica in to our front hall.
