I stood in the shower letting the hot water run over me, washing away the afternoon's exertions. My cock was still half-hard, tingling with memory. Through the steam, I could smell Meg on my skin, Rick on my fingers, the musk of our combined sweat and cum. I soaped myself slowly, not rushing, letting my body recover while my mind raced ahead. Lisa was waiting for me next door. The thought sent a fresh pulse of blood to my...

Saturday had arrived. My wife Meg and our neighbour Lisa were out for drinks. Our kids were away, and Lisa’s boyfriend Rick and I sat at either end of a long couch, chilling out with a beer and watching the game. The game was close - between my home team and their nemesis. It was the final quarter, and my team was down. It was a close game that had pulled us in. I heard a key in the front door. My wife Meg had arrived hom...

Things on our street had quietened in the few months since our last fling with our neighbour Rick. Some things remained the same. Our sons were still best friends, and as before, when Rick’s ex-wife took her turn looking after Rick’s son, our son frequently travelled with them, leaving us all to our own devices. Some things had changed. Meg continued to coach basketball and look after herself. She was as gorgeous as ever...