Warning: This work of fiction contains scenes of people having sex together. If this offends you, do not read it! People who complain to the authors here about the content of their stories are, IMNSHO, just like people who move next to the airport and then complain about the noise... Constructive criticism is always welcome, but closed-minded rants have no place here.
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I had to tell you about an experience I had recently. My name is Monica, and I've been married to my husband John for a little over four years now. He's 27, and I am 25. We don't have any kids yet, since we are both working and want to get established with some money saved up so I can stay home with them when we do have kids.
About a year ago, John got a big promotion with his company, which meant we had to move to a new city. I was also able to find a good job here, and we bought a brand new house on a little cul-de-sac. The entire neighborhood is brand new, but the houses are really nice.
Then about three months ago, John got another promotion, but it meant that he would be spending every other week in a city 300 miles away. It was hard at first, because we had not spent any time apart since we were married. But we got into a routine, and I would talk to him on the phone every night when he was in his hotel room. We would tell each other how much we missed each other, and it gradually got more graphic so that some nights we even had "phone sex" before we went to sleep...
Our house was the first one finished in our neighborhood, and the other houses around ours are slowly being completed. We have a hot tub and a large deck in our back yard, surrounded by trellisses for complete privacy. John and I love our tub, and have spent many nights playing in it. One thing we especially love is when John is fucking me from behind, and he moves me so the water from one of the jets shoots right on my clit while he is fucking me and whispering nasty things into my ear. I always cum SOOOOO hard when he does that... I'm not going to exaggerate and say John has a huge cock; it's a little over 6 inches long when he is fully excited, but it is really thick. I have always preferred girth to length, anyway!
As you can probably tell, we have an active sex life. I have been bisexual since I was 16, and John has encouraged it. He knows how much I love being with a sexy woman, and has been remarkably understanding about not wanting to be involved, either as a spectator or as a participant. Most guys would want to at least watch, but all John has ever wanted is to hear all the juicy details of my encounters. It always makes him very hot to hear about them, and he always gets a huge hardon while I am talking about it. I had a neighbor that I would play with at our old house, but since we moved here, I haven't found anyone that interested me.
Or I now I can say, "hadn't found anyone..." About a month ago, the house next to ours was sold. Lisa, our new neighbor, is 28 and works in commercial real estate. She drives one of those cute little BMW convertibles, a bright red one, so I guess she does pretty well at it.
When she moved in, I went over and introduced myself, bringing along a nice bottle of red wine as a housewarming present. This was one of the weeks that John was away, so I was all alone and enjoyed the company. We chatted for a little while, then she had to leave to run some errands. We made a date for her to come over the next evening for a glass of wine and a soak in the tub.
Physically, Lisa and I are almost complete opposites. She is about 5'11", with long blonde hair and "built," and absolutely gorgeous. She has a really pretty face, a great smile, a nice tan and these incredibly long legs that just seem to keep on going forever. She is not "fashion model skinny," just solidly built and she obviously works out. And she loves to wear tight, short dresses that show off her sexy body. I am much shorter at 5'4", with curly brown hair and a slender body. My best feature is a nice firm ass that is the result of the many hours I've spent on my stairstepper.
I wasn't sure, but I felt like I was getting "the vibe" from her, and I hoped I was right. She is incredibly sexy, and I wanted her! When I talked to John that night on the phone, he seemed very interested in Lisa. He wanted details, what she looked like, that kind of thing. When I told him that I was attracted to her, he got more excited. He wished me good luck the next night...
The next day I was distracted at work, thinking about Lisa and I in the hot tub. When I got home, I took a long bath to relax, including trimming my pussy hair. I usually keep it trimmed very close, but I wanted to feel extra sexy today. I used my scissors and razor and carefully removed most of my hair, leaving just a small "landing strip" of thin brown fuzz above my pussy.
I wasn't sure how to dress, but the fact that we planned to hit the tub made things easy. I wore my tiniest thong bikini with a short silk robe over the top. John and I never wear suits in our tub, but I didn't know how modest Lisa would be.
Right at the appointed hour, my doorbell rang. Lisa was waiting there, wearing a cropped white t-shirt and tight nylon shorts, and carrying a small duffel bag. She was looking very yummy, as her blue shorts set off her tan legs well, and I could see a strip of her flat stomach under the t-shirt. She had her long hair in a pony tail. I invited her in, and Lisa gave me a big hug then handed me a bottle of champagne.
We put the champagne in the fridge, then I gave her the "grand tour" of our house. We ended up in the living room, and I poured some wine. We sat on the couch, and talked for a while as we drank our wine.
I found out she was single, had been for a couple of months. She had been engaged and living with her fiance, but had come home early one day to find her fiance fucking her best friend in her own bed. She had thrown her engagement ring at them, taken her clothes out of the closet and left for good. She was happy in her new house, especially since she bought everything new. She said she hadn't wanted any of the things from the house she had shared with her ex, and I could understand that!!!
I told her about John and myself, how we had met at college, how he had stayed at a bad job for an extra year, waiting until I graduated. Then we got married and both got new jobs in another city. Then we moved here, and he got the second promotion. And how lonely I got during the weeks he was gone.
Lisa leaned over and hugged me. "Poor baby!" she said, "A newlywed, and left all alone..."
"Well, thanks, after four years we're not really newlyweds, but I still miss him... And I am glad I have found a new friend. It's been tough, trying to find friends in a new town."
Lisa looked me in the eye. "Yeah, I know, Monica, I moved here two years ago to be with my ex. I love it here, now, but it was difficult at first to make new friends."
"Especially when we have both been working really long hours, trying to get established in our careers."
"But now you are on your way... And you have made a new friend!" Lisa hugged me again, and I hugged her back. Her t-shirt rode up so that my hand slipped under it, and the soft skin felt very nice against my fingers.
"So, shall we hit the tub?" I asked.
"Sure... I wore my suit underneath my clothes. Of course, that's assuming you wear a suit..." Lisa said with a wink.
"Actually, John and I NEVER do..." I said, and returned the wink.
"Works for me... I love the feeling of the water against my skin!" Lisa said.
We stood and she brought her duffel bag into the master bedroom. She tossed it on the bed, then I grabbed a couple of towels and we stepped through the sliding door onto the deck.
We lifted the cover off the tub and set it aside. I removed my robe, then quickly stepped out of my tiny bikini. Lisa whistled when my suit dropped to the deck, and I felt happy that she obviously enjoyed looking at my body. I slipped into the tub and sat back to watch her undress.
