I liked my neighbours. He was a friendly guy, always willing to help, and never any hassle. She was his long-suffering wife, ample chest and a joy to see about, especially in the summertime when her cleavage was often on display. I'd fantasized about those tits enough and often admired her bras on the line drying. He was a useful guy to know too, a good handyman, something I'm most definitely not. He often gave me help wi...

It was, of course, impossible not to talk to my neighbours, even if I had licked her pussy. Even if he had sucked my load and swallowed it, how could I not? It wasn't like I'd not been a willing partner in both of those. I'd not been forced and I can't deny my orgasm. Even so, it was a little awkward when I met him next time, I was walking passed as he was washing his daughter's car, pretty normal stuff. I stopped to chat...

They returned three days after their daughter had her oral desires filled, and I'd not seen her since. I'd spotted his car, but not seen either of them. I did wonder whether he'd told her he'd sucked me off in the garage. I was also a little curious about whether their daughter had told her mum anything too. I doubted she'd tell her dad. It's not a father/daughter conversation, not in my head at least. That being said, no...

I was outside painting, when Paula, my neighbour, appeared at the fence. "You got a minute?" She asked. I, of course, had more than a minute for her, as she took the short walk to my back garden. She was dressed for work and looked sad. I put my hand on her arm and asked her if she was ok, she looked at me, a little tearful. "My husband came out to me last night, he's gay," she whispered. "The day after we ruined his orga...

It wasn't like I was avoiding my neighbours, quite the opposite. I just waited until I was pretty horny before I got myself into a position to visit. I knew that the price of fucking her was giving him the cock he wanted, I'd come to terms with that too. Any contact with Samantha was a definite bonus, of course, I was more than happy to make up for her boyfriend's strange shortcomings. I wanted to give them room though, n...

I found myself getting emotionally attached to Paula, possibly more than was healthy. I'd liked that time we'd spent alone together, simply holding, and cuddling each other. It was post-orgasm, so it did have a special meaning, but it had an intimacy about it that transcended that. I was struggling a little with my feelings, I'll not deny it. The relationship was borne from sex, and for sex, I should be happy with just th...