Lori Callan stood and examined herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Just 20 years old, Lori was proud of her body. The oval shape of her face was a perfect frame for her large, hazel eyes and full sensual lips. Her skin was smooth and seemed to blend in perfectly with the long golden strands of her hair. The shoulder length straight style suited her, as her neck was long and slim, tapering down to feminine shoulders that were not quite broad enough for the ample proportions of her breasts. The rounded twin mounds stood off her chest like two ripe overgrown peaches, the deep valley between them dark and inviting. Though large, her breasts were youthfully firm and required no support to stand straight out, pointed and proud, and perfect. Her waist was narrow and her belly flat, the smooth flesh topped by the lightest down below her navel which pointed like an arrow to the curving mound up between her inner thighs. She looked sensual, yet innocent as a lamb.
The truth was that she was almost as innocent as a lamb because her full sexual potential had not yet been tapped by anyone, least of all her husband Charlie.
She had met her husband Charlie when she was a 15 year old sophomore in high school and he was a senior. They had continued dating for five years until Charlie had graduated from engineering school at State U and had then married.
Though they had both been born and raised in Chicago, they agreed that they wanted to start their new life in a small town. When Erickson Engineering in the town of Springvale had advertised an engineering position Charlie had interviewed and been accepted for the job.
Both he and Lori were so excited they could hardly wait and when they had found the beautiful old house for sale on Elm Street everything had seemed just perfect.
But in fact, everything was not perfect. As low man on the totem pole, Charlie was being given all the shit jobs that nobody else wanted and as a result he was working 14 hour days six days a week to keep up. By the time he came home at night he was so exhausted he often went straight to bed without even eating.
When she thought about it she realized the she and Charlie has only made love eight times in the three months they had been married and she could feel the frustration and need building in her body. Though raised in a strict church-going environment and still a virgin when she married she had quickly learned to enjoy the feel of Charlie's cock as he introduced her to the pleasures of sex and now after such a short time it seemed to be gone.
And then one day things changed forever.
Lori was taking the trash can out to the curb for pickup, her mind a thousand miles away as she thought about her situation, when she walked straight into the woman who lived next door.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Lori stammered. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
"That's OK," Linda Sampson answered. "My name's Linda. I guess we're neighbors and it's high time we met."
"Lori Callan," Lori said as she held out her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Lori. Would you like to come over to the house for a cup of coffee?"
"I'd love to," said Lori. "I haven't met anyone from the neighborhood yet and maybe you can tell me about the area."
"Sure," said Linda. "Come on, let's go."
The two women sat in Linda's kitchen, chatting and drinking coffee. Then Lori looked up to see a handsome stranger standing in the doorway looking at them.
Linda looked up and said, "Hi sweetheart. This is our new neighbor Lori Callan. Lori, this is my husband Art. He's a financial adviser and works a lot from home. It's good to have him handy whenever my urges kick in."
Lori blushed furiously at the sexual innuendo but quickly gave her hand to Art. "Nice to meet you," she said.
"Likewise," responded Art. "I hope we'll get to see a lot more of you, now that we've met." Linda smiled knowingly at the double-edged comment, which Lori had missed.
Later that night, as Linda undressed for bed she asked Art. "Well, what do you think? Is she a candidate for our little club?"
"No doubt about it," answered Art. "She's just dying to be fucked. She just doesn't know it. It would be a shame to waste all that potential."
"How do you want to handle it?" asked Linda.
"Just keep inviting her over for coffee every day, and we'll take it from there.
So every day Linda would invite Lori over for coffee and a chat. Art would be sure to wander in and out of the kitchen as they talked and Lori didn't really notice that he had taken to wearing a bath robe much of the time. Gradually Art would let more and more of his body show through the front of the robe until one day Lori gave a gasp as she realized she could see his thick cock bobbing up and down through the open front as he walked. She quickly averted her eyes but was aware of a little tingle up between her thighs as she glanced back. Yes, she hadn't been mistaken. She could see his cock and it seemed to be growing as she looked. The big head was now poking out through the opened front and soon it was pointing straight up as Art chatted with the two women, seemingly unaware of his exposure.
Then Linda said "Lori, today seems like a good day for a bloody mary. Would you like one?"
"Sure," said Lori, her gaze still riveted on the thick cock on display in front of her.
Linda made the drinks. Lori's was almost three-quarters Vodka and she gulped it down in three mighty swallows, her mind confused by the conflicting emotions she was feeling. All her instincts told her she should rush out of the house, but she knew if she did her friendship with Linda would be over and she couldn't risk that. So she just sat numbly and stared at Art's big cock. For one brief moment she felt an almost overwhelming urge to reach out and take it in her little hand and bring it to her mouth. She had never done that, not even with Charlie. Then the tremor in her body passed and she blushed as she met Art's bold gaze.
Then Linda took her hand and led her into the living room.
"There's something I've wanted to do to you, Lori, since the first day we met. You'll love it, I promise you. Open up now...allow yourself to experience new things like you said you wanted to the other day over here...come on..."
As she spoke Linda was slowly unbuttoning Lori's blouse until it was fully open and then she pulled it from her skirt. Lori's bra was now exposed and Linda and Art could see her full breasts heaving beneath the constricting cups. Art quickly moved behind Lori and deftly unclasped the snaps and drew it down over her arms before tossing it on the floor. Lori was now naked from the waist up and she knew she should flee, but the feel of Art's big hands now reaching round from behind and roughly kneading her exposed tits, pinching the rapidly hardening nipples, had her glued to the spot