We weren't sure what to expect from the new neighbors. Bill and Molly moved in next door to us recently, relocating from the east coast to be closer to family, and while we frequently saw them in passing, we hadn't yet spent any time with them. We certainly noticed them, however. In their early 30s, they were a good-looking couple, and from our brief encounters they seemed friendly and outgoing. Molly was at the gym every afternoon, and we would often see her returning home dressed in workout garb that revealed a tight body with great legs, a flat stomach, and boobs to die for. My wife started to tease me about waiting for Molly to come home, while I returned the favor by noting how much she smiled around Bill -- a nice guy who clearly adored his wife and had the lean, strong body of an avid cycler, riding 80+ miles on weekends. We were eager to get to know them better, so we finally found time to invite them over, and the four of us hit it off immediately. After just a couple weeks and several helping hands and over-the-fence discussions, we started to become fast friends. We had a lot in common and enjoyed each other's company quite a bit.
Last weekend, however, our friendship reached a new level. We invited Molly and Bill over for burgers and to watch a movie, all of us informal in our weekend shorts and tee shirts. After a long day of biking and house painting, Bill was exhausted. He fell asleep during the movie, and after the credits rolled, it seemed that nothing would budge him. Molly was tired too, but she said she was so sore from the week's activities that she hadn't been able to sleep the last couple nights. My lovely wife Sarah immediately moved over on the couch and began to massage Molly's shoulders, which elicited a series of "oohs" and "ahhs" as she hit sore and sensitive spots.
With Bill down for the count and Sarah and Molly engaged in a soothing massage session, I excused myself for a bathroom break and a drink refill. When I returned a few minutes later, I was somewhat astounded to see Molly lying on the floor with her shirt off, wearing just her sports bra on top, with Sarah kneeling next to her, applying pressure and kneading her back with great vigor. Molly's large breasts were bursting out on the sides -- a beautiful sight. I figured I should join in the action, so I moved over next to Sarah and started gently massaging Molly's feet and legs.
"Oh, you guys, this is fantastic!" Molly moaned. "It feels wonderful." I was caught up in the moment, and continued up Molly's calves and thighs to her butt -- telling myself that that I was just being a good masseur, but increasingly feeling turned on by the whole scene. As I moved up closer to Sarah, she caught me off-guard by grabbing the back of my head with one hand and kissing me passionately. Being married to Sarah for a decade, I recognized this kiss -- she was hot and horny. I was clearly not the only one being affected! With Sarah massaging Molly's back and me her butt and the two of us kissing deeply above her, Molly started writhing on the floor, slightly at first, but then more and more noticeably, led by her hips.
I began to wonder if we were heading towards uncharted territory, with sexual tension in the air among the three of us while Bill slept soundly just a few feet away. I was enjoying the feeling, though rather uncertain as to where this should go, when all of a sudden Bill woke up, surveyed the scene, and -- without missing a beat -- started to massage Sarah's shoulders, back and hips.
"You feeling good, sweetie?" Bill asked Molly, and she replied with a long "Mmmmm...." Bill smiled at us. "She loves a massage. But watch out, she gets carried away." Molly piped up with "What do you mean, carried away?" and immediately pulled her sports bra over her head and playfully smacked Bill with it before lying back down. While Bill laughed and feigned injury, I noticed that he started going inside Sarah's shirt to rub her bare back, doing a bit of roaming as he massaged. Sarah continued to kiss me, exploring my mouth with her tongue, and started her own low, deep moans of pleasure.
The atmosphere was really getting to me, and almost without thinking I slid my hands under Molly's shorts, continuing to knead and rub her butt and quite enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. She was wearing thong underwear, and the touch of her soft flesh and tight ass was lovely. All of a sudden, to my surprise, Sarah decided to level the playing field -- without saying a thing, she leaned back and took off her shirt and bra, and then resumed her massaging. Bill didn't miss a beat: he started rubbing Sarah with increased enthusiasm, and soon found his way toward the sides, brushing her boobs every chance he got.
"Okay, Molly, move over," ordered Sarah, who then cozied up next to her, face-down on the comfortable carpet, and Bill and I found ourselves giving each other's wives full body massages. We looked at one other with fake surprise and laughed. "Howdy, neighbor," I joked. "Quite neighborly of you!" he replied.