I had moved into my new home on Indian lake just over three weeks ago and thus far I had met two of my neighbors who were not exactly what one would call, regular neighborly types. One was a couple who had such a wide age difference that Sam Hanley, the husband, had approached me and asked if I'd take care of his wife when he was away.
Not exactly in the way I would have expected. Since he was eighty six and his wife only twenty four, the "Taking care of" issue, wasn't what I had expected it to be. They had asked me act as a surrogate husband in the more intimate sense of the word.
I wasn't really too enthused about it but Tanya was one hell of a beautiful woman and the thought of making love to her, did send chills down my spine. But I figured I'd better talk to her just to make sure this was for real. I'd heard stories about husbands making their wives have sex against their will. So I had agreed to talk with his wife to see if this was a sincere request or just something he had come up with.
His wife, Tanya, was an ex pin-up model, or so I'd been told. Her libido ultimately proved to be far beyond what I considered average. I had been introduced to the couple at a social gathering at the community lodge, and Sam had approached me the next day with a proposition.
The following day she showed up at my place in the early afternoon to discuss the proposal. She'd come over to explained that it was what the two of them wanted and he would be away when those times happened. But soon after she had explained the situation, we ended up in my bed. Maybe it was a trial run, I don't know, but it certainly happened fast and without much foreplay. And she was hot and finished in a matter of minutes.
That was just half of it. My other neighbor was Veronica Nielson who was a very successful artist. When I went to the party at the lodge, she had acted as sort of a hostess and took me around introducing me to the others. The gathering was a bit strange too. Although there were a few husband, wife, couples there were also a lot of women who were either singles or into some sort of girl/girl, relationships.
The morning before Tanya Hanley had come over, Veronica had shown up around eight thirty in the morning, and after coffee, invited me to her place. I was quick to find out that she too had some rather unusual requests, but she was more subtle about them.
Apparently she did her paintings from pictures she took. According to her, nobody posed for paintings any longer and explained that she would take pictures of subjects and then would select the best to be copied in oils or acrylics on canvass.
What proved to be fascinating and unusual were her subjects and the manner in which she created the exact facial expressions she was looking for.
On a tour of her studio she showed me all of her current works. Oh the paintings were fabulous but one thing was subtly apparent. Each painting, I found to be extremely sexually arousing, and I commented on it.
That seemed to please her and she went on to explain a bit about who her subjects were and how she was able to capture them in poses, and with the exact expressions she wanted.
All her subjects were caught at the moment they were having an orgasm or immediately after. When I asked about her models, she smiled and told me that I'd met most of them at the party.
As we went from picture to picture she would comment on each. "This is Tanya, one of my best friends." Yes I recognized her, Then there was one I had never seen before. "Oh this is my daughter, Kimberly," and so it went on.
Finally we came to one portrait that I recognized as Veronica. "A self portrait," I commented.
She squeezed my hand and turning, asked: "You like it? Tanya ran the camera while my daughter brought me off."
My mind was running wild at that point. Veronica and her daughter? This family was into incest. We went back to the portrait of her daughter and she proudly explained more about her subject. "This is Kimberly. Everyone calls her Kim and she's my darling."
I was curious as hell and commented that she looked rather young. Again that smile. She's twenty but I painted her as I remembered her when she turned eighteen. Then she continued her explanation.
"She's in college and is still a virgin in one respect. She's never cum simply by being fucked by a man yet. We're still looking for the right one. Her step father tried to fuck her several times last year but it never worked out. He always came before she could, and most of the time he came even before he got his cock in her. The same thing happened to her at a fraternity party at her college. Her boyfriend proved to be a disappointment too. Anyway her step father and I split a couple of months ago. He didn't work out for us."
She continued. "I wanted a man who was good at making love and good looking. As it turned out he was a piece of shit in the performance department and the marriage only lasted eighteen months. He was useless really. Nice body, but just a pretty boy if you know what I mean. Even the women I used as models were disappointed. So now it's just the two of us again and we're still looking."
Veronica apparently was a dominating woman and I found out later that she was upset when she learned from Tanya, that we had made love when I returned home after leaving her house that day. There was some sort of competition in the sex department between them. Apparently Veronica was bi and always wanted to be in charge, where Tanya tended to like men more than women.
The next day Veronica introduced me to Kimberly, her daughter. She was home for the weekend and quite frankly, she was as beautiful as her mother had painted her. But just looking at her, and recalling her painting, had me imagining all sorts of things.
We actually fooled around that day. Just some heavy petting but she was quick to finish, and she came really hard. She insisted on returning the favor by trying to suck me off, but she wasn't very good at it. And since I didn't want to upset her relationship with her mother, we agreed to keep it quiet.
Veronica seemed to be the jealous type even with her daughter and if she was upset by my fucking Tanya, I could just imagine her going crazy if she knew Kim and I had been intimate.
I guess Kim thought so too because she was the one who actually suggested we keep quiet about what we had done.
The next afternoon after a supper at Veronica's place, both mother and daughter took me to the studio. I ended up fucking each while first one, then the other, took pictures. It was the first time Kim had an orgasm while being fucked, and her mother was as proud as hell at what we had accomplished.
Generally I'm able to control myself fairly well, and I finally got off while fucking Veronica. But only after Kim said she was too exhausted to cum again. Later they reviewed the pictures they had taken.
The frames they thought best, were of Kim having her orgasms. I came out a bit blurry and Veronica decided she wanted to try and capture my expression as I was cumming. Apparently I was to be one of her next projects, but that would have to wait until she got back from Paris. I agreed to try it again and hold still if I could the next time.
I spent the next two days writing, and quite frankly the theme of my stories took a turn in a much more erotic direction. I write erotic stories and Kim had read my rough drafts just before returning to college. She made some rather interesting suggestions on how to make them more exciting, and which I found to be really intriguing to put it mildly.
Just before she left for Paris on Monday, Veronica stopped by again and now became more suggestive and urgent about my posing for the pictures she wanted. I figured that her girlfriends weren't quite as satisfying as they had been, and now I was being included in her little circle of sex props.
Tanya too began to be a frequent visitor but because Sam was still home, she was under control. He was going on a four day tour of his business establishments and retail stores soon, and Tanya was becoming more anxious as each day passed.
By now she had begun to flirt more openly. Actually I think Sam was encouraging her in some way. Her jeans seemed to be tighter and her outfits, much more revealing.
Two other women in the neighborhood joined in, making surprise visits during the day. They were also women whom I recognized from both the party and had seen on canvass. I decided my open door policy wasn't giving me much time to write, so I began locking my door in the afternoon.
Tanya now began to arriving early in the morning and make coffee and after I'd showered and shaved, we'd chat, but soon she began to bring me my coffee as I showered and would sit on the clothes hamper and wait. Our chats mostly ended up being sexually suggestive, in flirty ways.
Body language speaks louder than words I've been told, and when combined with sexual suggestions, and innuendos, I always seemed to become aroused. That seemed to delight her. She would sit there just watching me get an erection and occasionally fondle my cock as if debating something.
With a sigh she would give me a kiss and leave for home. That was driving me nuts and several times I had to masturbate just to calm down. I think it was her way of biding her time until her husband left.
Then there was Monique. She was into sculpting. And from what I'd heard she was fairly renowned, even having shown some of her work in Veronica's galleries in Europe and I later learned that Sam Hanley had several of her works in each of his establishments.
