On Saturday afternoon, Victoria had the house to herself. She had just returned after a hard fuck with one of her studs Chris, having taken several loads from his huge dick in her pussy and ass.
As she was getting ready to take a shower, she heard a knock at the door and she sighed as she walked downstairs.
"Who could that be?" she wondered.
Upon opening the door, she saw a handsome and tall man. He wore glasses and a brown vest with a dress shirt along with a well fitting pair of khakis, carrying a laptop in his hand.
"Yes, how can I help you?" Victoria said.
"Hi," he greeted, "I'm Jason Green. I just moved in next door a week ago."
"Oh hi," Victoria replied, introducing herself and nodding, "I had kept intending to come by and say hello. I've just been so busy."
He smiled, Victoria noticing he was constantly trying to avert his gaze from her big tits in her plush robe.
He shook her hand and she invited him inside.
"You uh... have a lovely home here," he said, looking around.
"Thank you," she replied, closing the door as she walked into the sitting room.
"I'm sorry. I know this is our first time meeting one another but I did have a issue to discuss with you."
"What's that?" she asked, making a small frown that made Jason's mouth go dry,
"Uh well..." he said, "perhaps it's better I just show you I suppose..."
He set the laptop on the table and pulled up his security feed from the previous day. Victoria then saw a video of herself getting railed by her grandson Ethan by the pool out back, the freshly legal boy pounding her wet cunt with all he had in missionary, within full view of the Greens' security cameras.
"Oh wow," Victoria said, making herself blush, "I'm so embarrassed."
Jason blushed as well. "Oh no don't be. It's just my wife so happened to see and she was afraid of what our kids might think. Personally, I have no..."
He trailed off as he noticed Victoria watching the video, absentmindedly running her hand up and down her abundant cleavage.
"... issue with it. Cindi just thought that since the children are so impressionable they might get the wrong idea."
Victoria had to stop herself from rolling her eyes but nodded instead.
"I understand her concerns. I must say though I do admire a man who understands the need for sexual freedom."
She followed this by a slight rub to his arm and she heard him let out a soft groan.
"Yeah, yeah," he stammered, "I understand you have to act on your needs..."
Victoria smiled and turned her attention back to the video, seeing herself now on her side, Ethan behind her as he sawed his cock in and out of her asshole.
She glanced down at Jason's crotch, seeing his dick was rock hard as they stood there in silence, watching the feed.
"Believe me Jason," she said, rubbing his arm again, "I want to get this resolved just as much as you do. Do you think I shouldn't go around dressed like this too?"
Jason turned to see her lifting her tits through her robe with her arms, the poor man practically drooling for even a single nip slip.
Victoria smiled deviously. He was obviously sex starved by that prude wife of his.
"I mean.. um..." he stammered nervously, fully eyeing her rack.
"I mean I meant no harm," she said, her tits jiggling with every movement. "Maybe I did cross a line tho. Just something about big, juicy, fat dicks... I can't resist opening up every possible hole for them..."
Jason nearly came in his pants hearing this, the khaki material already squeezing his dick tightly.
"Why don't I get us some drinks?" she asked, "then we talk about this further."
"I mean I really shouldn't," he said, "I still have to pick my wife from work in an hour and..."
Before he could even finish, she had pulled him over to the couch and was in the kitchen, soon returning with two champagne flutes.
"5:00 somewhere," she giggled, Jason making a small smile in return, taking a nervous sip. "Besides we'll be discussing this for a while won't we. I mean, I haven't had any complaints from any other neighbors."
Jason gulped down another swallow, Victoria smiling and topping him off. She then leaned in, her tits almost right in his face.
"Are you sure you want me to stop my activities, Jason?" she asked softly, rubbing his thigh. "I mean I get why your wife doesn't want me to go on doing it. Maybe she's worried she doesn't compare."
"Oh no she could never..." Jason stopped himself, standing up. "Maybe I should go just go before I embarrass myself more."
"Oh no I'm sorry," she said soothingly, placing a hand on his chest and easing him back down as she sat beside him, "I'm sure we can work something out..."
As she reached out to refill her glass, her robe opened further and Jason could see part of her nipple. He desperately hoped she couldn't tell he was getting harder.
"Please Ms. Reynolds..." he groaned.
"Call me Victoria, Jason. Please."
"V-Victoria," he stammered, "I just need you to move your activities inside."
"Are you sure that's what's you want?" Victoria asked, crossing her legs and watching him drool.
"W-What do you mean?" he stammered.
"Well if you do it your way," she said, coolly siping her drink, "you'll never see these babies again.
She squeezed her massive tits, Jason staring in awe. His cock was harder than he could ever remember, throbbing in his pants and begging to be set free.
"Ms. R- er... Victoria, please. My wife..."
"Well, that's just something I can't do," she interrupted, a darker tone in her voice, "because I fuck where I want, when I want, and most importantly..."
Jason looked down in shock as she openly grabbed his crotch.
"... WHO I want."
Jason wanted to stop her and run but he was so horny he couldn't. Whatever he had drank had blurred his senses, his mind only conscious of Victoria slowly undoing his pants.
"I think you'd be much happier with a... mutual agreement of sorts. Don't you want something that benefits both of us?"
"See in this neighborhood Jason," she said, rubbing her hand on his cock through his boxers, "we have an... understanding. And if you want to be neighborly with them, you have to adhere to the rules. I mean you did just buy that new house of yours. Imagine how silly you'd look moving already."
"W-What rules?" he groaned.
"No cock belongs to one person, no pussy to one person, nothing is private and you act on pure impulse never on morals."
