Neighbors: Halloween

"I'd like to fuck your wife," Leslie declared, her voice laced with desire and determination. She wasn't angry; she simply wanted to lay my wife down and pound a foot-long plastic schlong into her until they both exploded in orgasm.

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'd like to fuck her too, at least occasionally," I retorted. "Not that I don't love fucking your wife." I nodded towards Leslie's bisexual partner, Missy. "But it would be nice to get some from my own spouse." My wife, Jeannie, was notoriously frigid--nice enough, but an ice princess when it came to love-making.

Leslie smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, maybe we just need to get her in the mood for something outside her normal comfort zone. And speaking of Missy, I'm sure she'd want in on the action. She's always going on about how hot Jeannie looks when she's out in the yard gardening. I've got a plan."

Leslie always had a plan. She loved to figure out how to maneuver folks into doing her sexual bidding as much as she enjoyed screwing them once she had them in submission. In the past, I'd found the results delightful, provided I didn't cling too much to my dignity along the way.

Halloween was Friday, and there was a big neighborhood party to celebrate. The area was mostly young adults, so with no kids trick-or-treating, it promised to be a more risqué, adult-only affair. Leslie suggested all four of us go as a pirate crew, and she'd take care of the costumes and everything.

Jeannie and I arrived at their place around 7 PM that night. The girls spent an hour or so squeezing into their sexy pirate wench costumes and chatting away in the bathroom while downing a few hurricanes, long island ice teas, and squall punches in the process. My wife wasn't much of a drinker, and I worried a bit that she'd go straight from sober to passed out, skipping the horny slut stage in the middle we were hoping for. But Leslie had assured me she'd take care of things.

When the girls finally emerged, I had to admit, the results were fantastic. Leslie and Jeannie were dressed as pirates, wearing long black boots with short skirts that emphasized their shapely legs. Leslie had a captain's jacket adorned with embroidered skull and crossbones that barely covered her bare breasts, which were on the verge of jutting out from underneath. Jeannie wore a leather bustier that served up her melons like they were on a platter. Missy was the prize--a innocent maiden in a tattered dress about to be ravaged by her pirate captors, with plenty of tantalizing flesh peeking through in all the right places. I went as a traditional pirate captain, fully armed with a pistol and dagger. It wasn't hard to feel like a stud with such gear and three beautiful women on my arm.

We were the hit of the party. Leslie and Missy role-played the pirate and maiden to the hilt, and gradually, Jeannie let down her inhibitions. When she joined Leslie and me in a mock gang rape of Missy, cheered on by the crowd, I could tell she was getting into the raunchy spirit.

Back at Leslie and Missy's place, we began drinking hurricanes and squall punches in earnest while a porn movie about lesbian pirates played on the large screen TV. Leslie playfully wrestled Missy down to the floor and exclaimed, "Prepare to be boarded, wench!" Missy just giggled, gamely fighting back, as Leslie ripped off Missy's tattered dress. "First Mate Long John--I'm in need of your dagger. Release this lass's fair booty for us to plunder."

Jeannie chortled at the deliberately awful pirate banter. I came over, drew my dagger (carefully, because it was real), and cut through what remained of the dress, pulling it off her and leaving Missy naked except for a pair of black panties with a skull and crossbones on the front. Then I sliced through each side of the panties and triumphantly pulled them off. "We have a new flag for our pirate ship."

"The crew can have first turn at the treasure--I need to wax my peg leg," Leslie said, turning Missy over to me. I was rock hard and urgently wanted to remove my own costume, but Missy's struggle turned to a heated embrace, and she forcefully kissed me. "I surrender, but only if you'll both share me." She then turned to kiss Jeannie just as forcefully. As the two of them continued to make out, I began undoing the buttons and zippers on Jeannie's outfit, starting to undress her as well. "Just cut the damn thing off," she said, so I did.

Once Jeannie was nude, still making out with Missy, I removed my own costume and looked for an opportunity to join in. Leslie suddenly re-entered, stark naked, wearing a harness with a bright purple vibrator. It had two shafts--a long, penis-like one to screw with, and a smaller one for herself. She gently yet firmly pried the two other girls apart, then laid Missy flat on her back and slid the shaft up her cunt. "Sit on her face," she ordered Jeannie, who immediately complied. Missy lustily lapped upwards at Jeannie as she lowered herself down. Leslie continued to pound away, not yet turning the vibrator on. With no other obvious openings, I walked over to Jeannie, who was heartily grinding her pussy on Missy's tongue, gently grabbed the back of her head, and stuck my dick near her mouth. She licked circles around it several times and then swallowed it. At home, she only occasionally gave head, but tonight she was in a mood for anything, and as her breathing rate increased with Missy probing deeper and deeper, she sucked down more and more of my shaft until I was all the way in.

After about ten minutes of this, I could hear Missy's muffled squeals as she came, and she must have latched onto Jeannie's clit as she did, because soon Jeannie was also orgasming in pleasure. Juices poured down Missy's cheeks, and I felt myself get ready to explode. I had never come in Jeannie's mouth before, but tonight I just let go and unleashed everything I had in the back of her throat. Her eyes opened wide, and she looked like she was going to gag, but she merely pulled back a bit and swallowed deep.

Leslie pulled out of Missy, stood up, and put her arms around Jeannie's breasts from behind, lifting her off Missy and away from me. As Jeannie stood up, Leslie turned her towards her and then pulled her close and French kissed her. Her vibrator pressed against Jeannie's groin, and I wondered if they were going to fuck standing up, but Leslie gently pushed her to the floor and then knelt down on top of her in a missionary position.

"Oh God," Jeannie uttered eagerly yet fearfully as Leslie rubbed the strap-on vibrator against the top of her pussy lips, up to her belly, and then down to her thighs. Jeannie spread her legs further and further apart and then raised them onto Leslie's shoulders, awaiting the plunge. Her breathing got increasingly jagged, and her face flushed. Missy bent over and kissed her, and remained there, thrusting her tongue inside her mouth. Leslie continued to grind her fake cock against her, letting the anticipation build and the juices smear the vibrator and Jeannie's groin.

I moved up and slid my cock into Missy, doggie-style, and reached around to gently squeeze her breasts. Jeannie and Missy continued their kiss for a while, but as Leslie began to slide the tip into Jeannie, Missy broke the kiss and leaned back onto my dick. Jeannie gasped a bit and then adjusted her ankles more firmly on Leslie's shoulder, pulling her a bit closer. With that, Leslie continued to slide another inch or so into her. "Oh God," moaned Jeannie, thrashing her head from side to side, as Leslie picked up the pace, but only going an inch or so deep, making sure that Jeannie was well lubed to handle the extremely wide shaft. The squishing sounds could be heard over the moans.

I gently rocked back and forth in Missy, both of us watching the show. Leslie reached down and flicked some switches on the base of the vibrator, and the shaft began to spin. Jeannie continued her litany of chanting to the heavens and tried to get Leslie to go faster and deeper, but Leslie carefully controlled the depth and the pace, increasing it only ever so gradually. Then she flipped another switch, and the rabbit ears on the vibrator began to hum. Now Jeannie went completely out of control, thrusting her ass off the floor and supporting her weight on her arms. "Oh God yes, yes, oh yes," she pleaded.

Missy sped up in excitement. Between the soft squeezing of her breasts, the hot press of her pussy, and the sight of Jeannie, I didn't last long, shuddering as I came deep within her. I held her close as I pumped every drop of sperm I had into her.

Jeannie was soon exhausted as well and began to conserve her strength as Leslie continued to steadily work the vibrator in and out, the base twirling around while the rabbit ears buzzed against her clit. Missy pulled herself away from me, crawled over to Jeannie, and lowered her cum-drenched cunt onto her mouth. I thought for certain that Jeannie would be repulsed, but her tongue snaked out and began to lick her pussy lips, then tonguing deep inside her hole.

Leslie picked up the pace, plunging deeper now--as far as the vibrator would go. It wasn't extremely long, but it was wide, and it had Jeannie coming over and over again, her repeated chants of "Oh God" providing a rhyme for us all to follow. Missy was enjoying the tongue bath she was getting and came as well, drenching Jeannie's face. Leslie also began to grimace--abandoning her precisely controlled thrusts for a single prolonged one that shoved the vibrator deep inside, drowning out the buzzing noise.

After a minute or so of Leslie and Jeannie quivering in ecstasy, Leslie finally completely withdrew, her plastic penis glistening with Jeannie's juices. She unhooked the harness, removed the strap-on, and positioned herself on a low bench in front of Jeannie, who turned over and began to lick the folds of Leslie's pussy. Missy put on a strap-on of her own, a much smaller one with an even smaller vibrating knob that went in her cunt, and began to fuck Jeannie doggy-style.

As I watched the three of them go at it for several minutes, I grew hard again. The sight of Jeannie's ass bobbing in the air was just too inviting. I lubed up my cock and motioned for Missy to move underneath. She switched from her position to one underneath, but her vibrator still in Jeannie's cunt. Leslie had her legs wrapped around Jeannie's head and was moaning softly as Jeannie's tongue continuously delivered slow, tender strokes to her vagina.

I poured a generous amount of lube down Jeannie's asscrack and massaged it in with my fingers. She didn't seem eager for her virgin ass to be deflowered, but she was enjoying the rest too much to protest. I gently poked the helmet of my dick into her hole and held still until she got used to the sensation and relaxed some. Missy slowed her motions, being careful not to jar her too much, and in unison, we slowly both sank into her and then pulled out, and then in again. As we got used to each other's thrusts, we picked up the pace, and Jeannie's moans were loud despite having Leslie's thighs wrapped around her head.

Missy's two vibrators each had remotes, and she cranked them up to the point where I could really feel it. Jeannie must have felt like she was exploding, and as she got lost in the orgasms of what she was feeling in her vagina and ass, Leslie also came furiously, thrusting her hips into her face and burying Jeannie's tongue deep within her cunt as she squirted. I let loose deep in her tight ass, her whole body shaking from my strong jerking thrusts and Missy's vibrations. Missy also began to come, thrusting up and back as I was thrusting down and front. We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap as I uttered, "Definitely a pirate's life for me."

As we lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but marvel at the transformation in Jeannie. She had gone from an ice princess to a wild, passionate lover in the span of a single night. I had a feeling that our sex life was about to become a lot more adventurous--and that Leslie and Missy would be a big part of that adventure. And as I looked around at the three beautiful, satisfied women surrounding me, I knew that I was one lucky pirate indeed.