We had lived next door to Brandi and Paul for about 6 years but had never really gotten close. The occasional wave over the back fence and the shouted "Hello" when cutting the grass. They were about our age and seemed fully engaged with their lives like Jim and I were. One day out of the blue Brandi invited me over for coffee. We sat out on their back deck and chatted about family and hobbies. We agreed we should continue our weekly coffee meetings and get to know each other better. I mean, we were neighbors.
It seems they had lots of friends as people were always coming and going from their house. Paul seemed to have lots of buddies who would stop by for visits. Over about a month our conversations turned to our relationships with our husbands. I admitted ours was kind of "run of the mill" and we had discussed ways to bring some excitement back into our relationship.
She replied "Annie, funny you should mention that. Paul and I had similar discussions like that 4 or 5 years ago. We were exploring our various fantasies to expand our sexual pleasures. We both agreed that a threesome would be fun whether we invited another woman or another guy. But the one that really got us going was when I said I would love to see him suck another guy's cock.
He kind of chuckled and admitted he had thought of that too. He then admitted that in college he and his roommate would occasionally suck each other off just to relieve the tension. He found both sucking and being sucked were very enjoyable and would sometimes let his roommate come in his mouth."
I thought wow, this is really starting to get interesting and is definitely making my crotch tingle. I might have to do something about that when I get home. I'll see if Jim would mind me sharing some of our discussions. Brandi was being so open and honest I felt like I should share too but I didn't want to unless Jim agreed too.
Jim thoroughly enjoyed my recounting what Brandi and I had discussed. He too found it interesting how open and carefree Brandi was about addressing their fantasies, their activities, and their mutual desires to achieve the most pleasure from life that they could. Jim and I agreed maybe we should loosen up a bit and see where that took us.
She went on. "Paul even admitted he thought he would enjoy getting back into sucking cock if it wouldn't offend me. I just kind of laughed and told him he could suck all the cock he wanted as long as when I wanted some of his cock it was available. So, we had an agreement. Personally, I only needed sex about twice a week but after a short while Paul confessed he was really starting to get into cock sucking again. He told me, quite openly, that he felt like he needed to get a load of cum a day to satisfy his desires."
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On my next coffee morning with Brandi we rapidly got right into our fantasies and our sexual activities. Brandi was quite pleased to know Jim had enjoyed my recounting of what Brandi had passed on and I promised her I would continue to pass along any news to Jim if that was OK with Brandi. It made him instantly hard and assured a good romp for both of us.
That made Brandi smile and she gave me permission to share everything. "Annie, if it causes pleasure to you then by all means share everything." Brandi and I agreed we would make Thursdays our day to get together for coffee and continued information exchanges but Brandi made me promise that I would report back on how it went. It seemed to please her to hear about Jim's reactions to her comments and their activities.
On our next Thursday coffee meeting she continued her recounting of their quests for pleasure. "Over time Paul built up quite a group of friends that were willing to let him suck them off. Some were even willing to return the favor and suck off Paul in return. And every time I told him I needed to be satisfied he was there ready and as hard as ever. It seemed our mutual pleasure agreement was working well for both of us.
"Brandi continued, "With that we decided to turn a never-used bedroom into our pleasure room. Sometime I will have to show it to you. Both Paul and I have lots of fun in there. Sometimes Paul and I use it to watch porn and masturbate and other times that is where Paul and his friends retire to engage in their activities." The play room was well set up. There were 4 large couches where folks could stretch out and several recliners for relaxing. There was a huge HD TV attached to the wall which was probably used for showing their porn. There were several large cabinets for storing various items needed to support planned activities.
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On my next coffee visit Brandi's husband Paul and a friend of his arrived at their house while I was there. Paul came to the door leading out onto the deck and announced "We are going to grab a couple of beers and head into the play room. You all need anything?" We both declined a beer, preferring our morning coffee, and returned to our conversation. Brandi explained "Paul and his buddy are going back into the play room to suck some cock. We will give them a few minutes to get started and them I will show you what I mean."
Wow. While I was quite sure what this meant I still had a feeling things were about to get interesting. About 5 minutes later Brandi put down her cup and said "Let's go see what's up -- and I mean that literally." I followed her down the hall to their play room where we stood in the hallway and peeked into the playroom.
There was Paul, on his knees in front of his friend, whose pants were down around his ankles, eagerly sucking on his buddy's cock. "You want to go in and sit and watch for a while? They won't mind." Brandi asked. Apparently it was a fairly common practice for someone to watch Paul and his buddy trade loads -- whether it was Brandi or a wife or girlfriend who had accompanied Paul's friend. Today, it was only Brandi and me.
I asked, "you don't think they will mind us watching?"
Brandi gave a small chuckle and said "No, in fact I think they enjoy having an audience." With that we silently entered the room and sat on a couch opposite the splayed out male forms enjoying themselves. It was quite a sight, nothing like I had ever seen except on porn tapes Jim and I had watched. It was much more intense in person. My physical reaction was immediate as I could feel a tingle in my crotch and I could feel myself getting wet.
I looked over at Brandi and noticed she had run her hand down the front of her yoga pants. She just smiled at me and winked. After several minutes we decided to move on and let the guys enjoy themselves to the fullest. I think I saw Paul give a small wave as we silently left the room.
Once we were back on the patio I had to admit to Brandi that watching had really turned me on and I had been tempted to just rip off my pants and finish myself off right there beside her watching Paul blow his friend. Brandi just smiled and said softly, "Why didn't you? I've seen plenty of pussy and I would have joined you. You missed a great opportunity to give yourself some pleasure. Next time we can take it to the next level."
I couldn't wait to get back home and explain all this to Jim. I am sure he would find it interesting and want to know all the details. Once again we enjoyed some of the most pleasurable sex we had in a long time. I think Jim was really starting to get into this too. I know I was.
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The next Thursday we reviewed what had happened and both agreed we should have just relaxed and let our desires flow. Inwardly I was wondering how far I would have been willing to go -- to let her watch me masturbate while I watched her do the same. That seemed fine. But what if she wanted to touch me, or taste me, or just flat out suck my pussy? I knew these were all fantasies for my husband but would I be able to go through with it once Brandi and I started the train rolling? At least I would answer how far I could take my husband's fantasies with Brandi.
I explained my anticipation and Brandi listened intently and seemed to understand. Brandi explained, "Everything is up to you -- how far you go, what you do and what you try. Everything is consensual. Paul and I just roll with the pleasure." I couldn't believe how open Brandi was about their sex life. "Both Paul and I have seen lots of cocks and lots of pussies. They all look about the same. It is what you do with them that defines how much pleasure you get -- or give. If you want to run your hand down your pants and grab a handful of yourself then go for it. I may do the same or I may just sit back and watch you work yourself up. I would enjoy both."
Jim agreed that things were really starting to get interesting and he eagerly awaited my next report of activities next door. By the time I finished explaining what had gone on he was hard as a rock. Our Thursday evenings were turning into some spectacular sex! Jim was very interested to know how far I was willing to go. Could I let Brandi watch me masturbate? Would I let Brandi touch me if she wanted to? What if she wanted to taste my pussy? Did I want to touch or taste Brandi?
All the same questions that had been swirling in my head were now voiced by my husband. I had to admit to Jim that I didn't know the answers to some of those questions. I was starting to lean toward Brandi's attitude. "Paul and I agreed about 5 years ago now that what we sought was pleasure, both giving pleasure and openly accepting pleasure every chance we got. We didn't place any restrictions on when or how that pleasure was given or received. We openly accepted that pleasure could be found with other sexual partners -- whether male and female or same sex activities -- or just a plain romp with my fingers or a good old vibrator and a dildo," Brandi explained openly.
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The next Thursday would once again offer a new experience. Paul and a buddy showed up but this time his buddy was accompanied by his wife, or maybe his girlfriend. Was she there to watch or to participate? I guess we would find out. As Brandi and I entered the room our new female visitor gave a faint wave. Brandi pointed to the couch facing Paul and her husband, who was now fully impaled, and asked if we could sit. The wife just shook her head yes.
