We had just relocated to a gated community in suburban Orlando. Ours was the most modest house in the complex. It took every dollar we had, but we were in. We had arrived! With house prices rising and both our salaries going up, we figured we had got on the rung of the ladder. Most of our neighbors seemed well established. Posh cars, well furnished elegant patios. The community was an open concept, so there were no fences. Each home had well-cultivated privacy bushes around its patio. We shared a 'lawn'. Each house could enjoy its own pool, hot tub, fancy gas fire sheltered by private shrubbery. But the well-maintained 'lawn' area was shared by all the residents. We just had a couple of beach chairs on our patio hidden behind our bushes.
It was nice to stroll around the estate and admire the homes and gardens. We occasionally stopped to talk with other walkers or folk out fussing with their yards. One particular house had a stunning blonde who liked to sit out front in the morning to catch the sun. She probably sat out back by the pool later in the day. Not particularly friendly. Sometimes she would wave back. Other days she would just ignore us. My wife, Hester, being almost flat-chested, took a dislike to her. She resented her posh house, fancy car, and most of all; she envied her fantastic body and center-fold tits. Her husband, a big guy with a massive truck with every imaginable gadget attached, often took off for a few days at a time. She also would occasionally travel, taking very expensive-looking luggage with her.
One evening I was browsing through one of my favorite porn sites when I came across an amateur video of a blonde frolicking with two guys. Blow jobs, fellatio, both guys ended up screwing her. One scene of a doggy style had a close-up of her face.
"Holy shit!" I thought. "That's our neighbor."
"Hester," I shouted. "Come and look at this..."
She came up behind me to look at the screen. She never minded me watching porn last thing at night as it might fire me up to want sex.
"Isn't that your favorite person?" I asked, pausing the facial close-up.
"My God, it looks like her. Maybe a few years ago."
"I can't believe it. I wonder what the neighbors would think if they saw this?" Hester said. "She would not be so high and mighty then. And her husband! Wonder if he knows about this? Her world would come crashing down."
"Maybe we could scare the shit out of her," I said. "Perhaps apply a bit of pressure?" Hester laughed. "Maybe she would let me check out those phony tits."
"While you do that, maybe I could check out her other end. Check if she's a real blonde." Hester punched my arm.
"Now you're getting carried away. Come and check out my other end!" She took my hand and dragged me to the bedroom.
Hester was always on the skinny side, almost boyish. Of average height, but her small bone structure made her look taller. She is flat-chested. 'Fried egg tits' was my playful nickname for her. Not very flattering, but I was super fond of her. Her black curly hair and freckles, her ready grin, and flashing black eyes made her adorable. She had a playful side, always ready for a prank. Sex was good; a little exploratory, maybe a little experimental. Although her breasts were small, her nipples made up for it. Once turned on, they were super sensitive. She could have an organism if I just played with them the right way as she diddled with herself.
We slipped out of our clothes and settled on the bed, Hester on her side. Her well-toned flesh and soft skin responded to my caressing. I commenced at her neck and ears and gently caressed my hands leisurely up and down her back and sides, reassuringly contacting the sides of her small breasts. Each time I glided by her super sensitive nipples, she expressed a seductive murmur. Hester's whole body writhed, and she trembled as I contoured my fingers down her spine.
As I meandered lower to zero in on her tight ass, I become aware of her growing moist. She widened her legs a little, expressing an enticement to wander between her thighs. My fingers tantalized her with a brief enticement near her moist cunt, and she got more goosebumps. I knew she derived pleasure from the attentiveness during this foreplay. I kissed and gently bit her skin as I brushed her pussy with my hand.
She was on the verge of a climax, and I flirted with her clit and outer labia. Hester splayed her legs apart at this point, and I glided two fingers into her innermost depths. Her initial orgasm crashed upon her, and she was whimpering and responding as I embraced her. I patted her side, and she calmly wheeled over onto her back.
"Is this what you're going to do to Kalistra?" she teased.
"No, this!" I quickly shifted into fellatio territory and plunged my tongue into her anticipating cunt. She was saturated, and her fragrance was rousingly captivating. I flicked her clit with my tongue, then nibbled on her pussy lips. Hester relished when I used my lips to nimbly pluck her inner cunt lips outward and tongue between both sets of lips. This is enhanced when I synchronize finger-play inside her.
I had Hester achieving some overpowering peaks as she quivered and flailed around. As she descended from her climax, I aligned the knob of my 6-inch cock with her enticing cunt. In one sleek, fluid sweep, I was lustfully inside her. I established a leisurely pace with a regular rhythm.
My orgasm originated from deep inside. As I hovered on the verge of a climax. I drove in and out of Hester with escalating intensity and streamed a burst of cum inside her. As I delivered throbbing pulses of cum, she scaled another orgasm.
"How would Kalistra like that, do you think?" I asked.
As we lay relaxing, Hester asked
"So, tell me what you would do to our blonde friend, you devil. Do you think you could handle her?"
"She would be putty in my hands. If I laid some of my magic techniques on her, she would melt in my arms and do anything I asked." I laughed.
"How about you? What would you do to her?" I queried.
"First of all, I would inspect those boobs and satisfy myself that nobody has natural tits that good. Then I would apply my favorite little red dildo on her until she promises that she would announce in the Estate Bulletin that her tits are phony, that she's a phony!"
"OK. Let's develop that plan as a hobby. We'll practice on each other what we're going to do to her.
Kalistra was outside, sunning herself on the front porch in a bikini. We walked up the path and greeted her.
"Hello, Kalistra. Could we have a word?"
Yes. Come on up, she invited us onto the wide well-furnished porch.
"What can I do for you?"
"We wondered if you have you seen these before?" passing the print-out photos to her.
Kalistra gasped and went pale.
"Oh my god! Where did you get these?" Her voice quivered.
"So that is you with these two studs?" I asked.
"That was years ago. I could not even tell you their names. It was just a one-time thing."
This proved it was her! My heart leapt.
"Does your husband know about this?" I asked.
