Hi. My name is Joe, and I have quite a story to tell you. But first, let me tell you a little about myself.
I’m 47, divorced, and I make a decent living as a data analyst for a major real estate firm. Since the pandemic, the firm has allowed me to continue working from my middle-class suburban home.
I like my neighborhood. Yes, it’s mostly white or Hispanic folks who live in the homes around me, but down the street, I have noticed some Black families, making me feel more at home.
I don’t really go out much, so I’m home a lot, and also admittedly a little lonely. I’m a big guy, 6’1, around 250 pounds. I could stand to lose a few, for sure. But I’ve been told I have a nice personality and some of the cute real estate agents I occasionally talk to at conventions say I’m an otherwise handsome devil! But the sex is rare, save for the occasional one-night stands with ladies I meet in moments of personal bravery at a bar or some such establishment. Usually, I take care of those urges by watching online porn and jerking off.
Anyway, this story starts with some things I started to notice happening in my suburban neighborhood, particularly with one house across the street.
I know most of my neighbors around me by name, I usually know about their lives, at the surface level, anyway, and we often chat outside for a few minutes when we see each other. But this one couple in the blue house across the street are a little younger than I am, and I’d only met them when they first moved in a couple of years ago. I remembered their first names only: Mike and Leslie. At that time, Mike had said he was on permanent disability from a construction job back injury, and Leslie worked as a school psychologist for a nearby district. Mike said they had a teenage son who was on the autism spectrum (mildly so).
I would see Leslie leave for work in the morning or return in the late afternoon. I sometimes saw Mike out in the front yard during the day, doing landscaping or tinkering with his car. I would also notice they’d occasionally take their RV out for a few days around holidays or long weekends. But otherwise, they’d pretty much kept to themselves and remained private people. I really had no idea what was currently going on in their lives.
The past few months, I’ve been noticing vehicles I don’t recognize from the neighborhood parking in front of my house late at night, like, after 9 p.m., and then leaving at around 1 a.m. I never saw the drivers at first. I was just hearing car doors close and the engines starting.
Finally, I decided to install a couple of outdoor cameras on the front eaves of my two-story stucco home. I started to see a pattern in the footage. These cars or pickups would arrive after 9 on most Fridays. The drivers, all men of varying adult ages, would quietly run across the street to Mike’s and Leslie’s house, disappear inside, and then leave in the dead of night! And in between, their upstairs bedroom window, which faced the street, would show the light usually remaining lit behind the closed blinds. It was weird as shit!
My mind raced with the possibilities. Were they night owls, entertaining fellow night owl friends? Rarely did I see the same guy twice, so that didn’t seem likely. A book club? No, all the visitors were men, haha. Poker night? This seemed to be a strong possibility, but again, why different men every time? Perhaps they’re running an illegal business, like growing and selling pot. Given Mike’s disability, that scenario seemed to be the strongest one.
During the day, I was starting to get distracted from my work while thinking about what the fuck was going on over there. I just had to know!
One day, I stopped my analysis to take a break, dedicating the time to using the internet and A.I. to help me figure this mystery out. One of the very last possibilities mentioned was sexual in nature, as if they were having weekly late-night sex with these guys! I never saw any women, so that narrowed the sexual kinks down to homosexual, or wife-sharing, or threesomes.
Now, I was totally intrigued! Even though I figured it was probably the pot thing, I began to imagine the two of them engaged in these sexual escapades.
Out of curiosity, I started researching these lifestyles. Hey, I’m single, divorcéd and lonely. Maybe I could get into some of this action! I found a couple of websites that cater to these “alternate lifestyles” and signed up. What the hell have I got to lose, I figured.
I started browsing the couples on breaks and late into the night. Most of the women, God bless ‘em, were not attractive to me. I got contacted by a few of them, but politely declined.
Then, it felt like lightning had struck: I found Mike and Leslie on one of the sites! I could not believe my eyes, but it was definitely them! Their username was “FunInFullerton.” That’s where we lived. And the photo, while their faces were blurred, was their bodies in front of their house!
Holy shit, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! So it was a kinky sex thing! I began to wonder how long they’d been doing this.
I couldn’t stop thinking about them. It was almost an obsession. I would peek out my upstairs bathroom window, making sure my lights were out, to see the vehicles parked in front of my house and the drivers jog across the street.
I would imagine what they were going to do in that house to Leslie, sweet Leslie, with average mom-next-door looks but a sexy body that matched that description too. It’s funny, I’d never thought of Leslie in that way. But now, I found her hot as hell!
Late one night, after having dinner delivered and a few drinks in, I stared at their profile. I wanted to see more, wanting to witness what was going on in that house on Friday nights. I made the unwise decision to reach out to them. My username was “BigGuy75,” and my profile picture was of me several years ago, dressed to the nines at my nephew’s wedding. I figured they wouldn’t recognize me, as isolated as their lives seemed. I wrote:
Hello! I was browsing the site and came across your profile. I really like your photo and would love to meet you sometime. Don’t worry, I’m not looking for anything other than getting to know each other first. I hope maybe you’re also interested in that. Feel free to message me whenever.
I was attempting to sound cool as a cucumber and not scare them off by being too forward or sending a dick pic.
I tried to think about other stuff and not dwell on my outreach to them. But then, a couple of days later, I finally got a response:
Hi. You seem like a nice enough guy. Yes, we would like to meet you. We live in Fullerton, CA. Are you near there? We can meet next Tuesday night, if that works for you. Let us know. Take care.
I was elated! It was clear that they hadn’t recognized me from my profile picture, and what they did see (and read) made them curious about me. It was obvious I was Black, and I was relieved that seemed okay with them. The door to getting to know them more intimately was creaking open!
I intentionally wrote back a few hours later, so as to not appear desperate, saying I lived “nearby” and was indeed available next Tuesday. They responded with an address in downtown Fullerton to a sports bar and grill. I wrote that I’d see them there at 7 p.m.
All day Tuesday, I was an excited mess! I took the day off. I’d ordered some new threads on Amazon to make the best impression: a casual black-collared short-sleeve button shirt, a new pair of black jeans, and some black loafers. The outfit had been delivered yesterday. I messaged them again, describing what I’d be wearing. I got dressed at around 6, feeling nervous and hoping they didn’t turn around and leave the moment they laid eyes on me!
I arrived at the sports bar around 6:45. I was seated at a booth after telling the hostess I was meeting two friends. She brought me a drink.
Then, at around 7:02, Mike and Leslie walked in. I could see them scanning the room for my outfit. I smiled and raised my cocktail, and they spotted me. Their smiles told me they still didn’t recognize me. I took a deep, shaky breath at the certainty that that revelation would happen in just moments. I knew.
As they reached my table, I stood to shake their hands. Mike took a second glance, and that’s when I knew he’d made the connection. Instantly, I decided to mimic his reaction.
“Hey, aren’t you my…?” he asked with squinting eyes.
“Hey, I think you’re my…” I said at almost the same time.
Leslie just looked back and forth between us, still not connecting the dots. She sat down next to where I was standing, which I was grateful for because it forced me and Mike to sit down, making it harder for them to run.
“Mike, do you know this guy?” Leslie asked her husband.
“Um… Honey… he’s our… neighbor,” Mike finally said. “Joe, isn’t it?” he asked me.
“Yeah! Good memory!” I smiled broadly. “And you’re… Mike?”
“Yes! Oh, my god, what are the chances?” he stated with a nervous smile.
“Oh, shit,” Leslie began, her eyes wide. “You’re the guy across the street?” She glanced at her husband, unsure what to do.
“Well,” Mike stammered, “I guess you caught us.” he shrugged.
“For what it’s worth, I’m cool with it,” I said, wanting to quickly calm any anxiety either of them may have had.
“Thanks,” Mike responded. “But… you’ve got to admit, this is still awkward.”
“Yeah,” Leslie chimed in. “I mean, it’s not like we can take this any further.”
“Really?” I retorted. “Why?”
“Well…” she started, a pregnant pause without completing her thought.
Then Mike jumped in.
“Well, I mean, we’re neighbors,” he added. “This lifestyle is supposed to be…” he searched for the right word.
“…discreet,” he added after thinking about it.
“I get that,” I said. “But now that I think about it, you guys haven’t been that discreet.”
They looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, wanting an explanation.
“I mean, I didn’t know what was going on until now, but you guys have had visitors almost every weekend who park in front of my house. So, the discretion is that I didn’t know why. But the lack of discretion is that it caught my attention, and I’m sure the attention of other neighbors.”
They looked at each other with surprised expressions.
“But that’s okay,” I continued. “If we decided to move forward, the cars thing wouldn’t be a factor. We would be seen as just friendly neighbors by anyone noticing me crossing the street, and there would be no car-associated noises to attract their attention in the first place. Also, I know it’s important in this life to really get to know your partners before fully committing to anything. Well, in our situation, we are already pretty familiar with each other. That’s got to count for something! And, let’s face it, it would be convenient. And hopefully fun!”
As they both stared at me, Mike nodding and the wheels in their heads apparently turning, I made my closing statement.
“I don’t know about you two, but I am open to giving it a try!”
Just then, our waitress approached, asking for their drink orders. I told them it was on me tonight, and to order whatever they wanted. Leslie smiled warmly at that sentiment, and placed her order. Mike did the same. I felt like this was heading in the right direction!
They changed the subject, and we talked about what was going on in our lives. They were touched that I remembered their son, and they shared a little more about his special needs. I have a sister who is a Special Ed teacher, so we made a connection over that.
We actually had a good conversation, spending over an hour just talking.
Finally, Mike looked at his watch and said, “We need to get going. Leslie has to drive out to San Diego tomorrow for a conference, so she has to get up early.”
“But it was so nice to really connect with you tonight, Joe,” Leslie added warmly, giving me a tad of hope.
I agreed, and we all stood, shaking hands politely. I wasn’t sure if it was the right choice, but I decided to lean in and give Leslie a brief hug. I got a whiff of her perfume, further enchanting me!
After paying my tab, we walked outside into the parking lot and said our goodbyes. Mike joked, “Race you home!” The three of us chuckled.
Then, looking at his wife, he added, “We will do some good thinking and talking about this situation. Let us get back to you.” I was encouraged further when I saw Leslie nodding at me.
Mike added, “But since we are neighbors, let’s exchange numbers so I can text you or call you.”
I told him I thought that was a great idea, and he and I exchanged numbers. I noticed that Leslie did not offer to share hers. I figured that was part of the deal between them in this lifestyle. And it was fine. I gave them both quick hugs, and we parted ways.
Before getting into their car, Mike jogged back over to me to say quietly, “And please, we beg you to keep all this between us, regardless of our decision. It is really important to us. Can I get your word on that, Joe?”
“Yes... yes, of course,” I stuttered, his question unexpected but understandable.
We shook hands again and said goodbye.
Though we both pulled out of the parking lot at the same time, I thought it was too awkward to go straight home, and potentially arrive at the same time they did. So, I drove around town, listening to a playlist, reflecting on the evening and thinking about the possibilities the entire time.
Sure enough, by the time I got home, I saw both their cars in their driveway. I could see their bedroom light was on, but this time, there was no strange car parked in front of my house! Then I remembered it was only Tuesday, and chuckled to myself.
As I walked up to my room, I started to get ready for bed. Looking through the blinds over my bathroom window at their house again, I wondered if they were talking about me in their bedroom. Shaking my head, I realized then that I needed to be patient and give them some time.
I also understood that I should not get my hopes up and keep my expectations low. I determined that, now that we actually connected socially, I would make a greater effort to be a better neighbor, regardless of their decision. They seemed like a great couple, and I would not want to give them any undue pressure.
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A few days passed. I kept myself busy, keeping my nose in my work and not browsing the lifestyle sites. I tried not to think about the situation. Though I did notice that there was no strange car parked in front of my house that Friday. I knew there could be several explanations for that which had nothing to do with me, but I still found it interesting.
Finally, exactly one week after our meeting at the bar, I got a text message from Mike.
Hey Joe. I hope all is well. Leslie and I have done a lot of talking and thinking about this potential opportunity. We agree that connecting with our neighbor could have some upsides. Of course, there could also be downsides, so we would need to tread carefully. All of that to say, if you are still interested, we would like to set up a first date. Does this Friday work for you? Let us know as soon as you can, and we will make the preparations. Hope to hear from you soon!
Astronauts on the space station could probably see my smile from orbit! I stood up from my desk chair and started dancing around my home office! I started to respond, but hesitated, hoping to again not seem too desperate or like I was spending my day waiting for their message (even if that were actually the case). But I knew they wanted to hear back soon, so I decided to wait until after my lunch break to message them back, confirming both my continuing interest and availability. Mike texted back right away, asking me to come over at 9 p.m. I reacted with a thumbs-up emoji.
After my work hours that afternoon, I ordered another new outfit from Amazon. I wanted the same style shirt, only gray, and some black jeans. Thankfully, it would all arrive the next day.
When Friday came, I took a half-day from work. I made a last-minute decision to run to the store and pick up a bouquet of flowers for Leslie. I bought a pretty, clear vase to put them in. While at the store, I realized we hadn’t talked about the use of condoms. I decided to grab a pack of magnums, just in case. The pretty lady at the register smiled at my purchase: flowers and condoms. I chuckled quietly at the unintended declaration of what my evening would consist of! Neither of us said anything about it.
That afternoon, I took a long shower, being careful to clean every crack and crevice on my body! I used soap, followed by body wash. I sprayed three shots of cologne on my chest before putting my new outfit on. Then I added more cologne to my shirt. Looking into the mirror, I looked as good as I could, and I knew I smelled nice… everywhere.
I made myself a light dinner and brushed my teeth afterward. I flushed my mouth with some strong mouthwash as an added sign of cleanliness.
I looked at the clock. It was only 8! I was ready, but knew I could not show up early. I decided to kill the time by mirroring some amateur interracial porn from my phone onto my TV. I watched a few scenes of real wives being taken by black men. It definitely helped give me ideas for things I could do with Leslie tonight!
Finally, it was 8:57! Leaving a couple lights on in the house, I grabbed the flowers and condoms, then walked into my garage from my kitchen. I left my house through the side door, and then stepped through my backyard gate, casually strolling across the street. I was trying not to look like I was in a hurry, as I had seen their previous visitors do. I figured that if any of our neighbors were watching, their curiosity would not be unnecessarily piqued by my rushing.
Walking up to their front door, I realized this was the closest I had ever been to it! Butterflies were all over inside my gut, and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I held my closed fist up to their door, hesitating for a moment, then lightly rapped my knuckles on the painted metal surface. Was it too quiet? Would they hear? Should I have used the doorbell? I decided to wait a bit before announcing my arrival more loudly.
But a few seconds later, I heard the bolt unlock, and the door was opening away from me. Mike was standing there, wearing only a rock band T-shirt and gym shorts. I wondered if I had overdressed. Mike smiled broadly and stepped aside to welcome me in. He commented on the flowers, saying that Leslie loved getting flowers. I was happy that I followed my gut instinct on that!
Looking around their living room, I laid eyes on Leslie, who was getting up from their leather sofa sectional to greet me. She was stunning… her mid-back-length dirty blonde hair was set in large, loose curls, and her makeup greatly enhanced her attractiveness! She was wearing a simple summer dress, and looked so pretty!
“Leslie, you… are… stunning!” I stammered. She blushed and thanked me for the compliment.
I already mentioned in my story how I never really thought of her as particularly “pretty” before; just average. But when I discovered she was in a secret sexual lifestyle, she suddenly became sexy to me. And now, this look made my mental tongue hit the floor! She was looking at me with an innocent smile as we hugged and I handed her the flowers, which she admired and seemed genuinely appreciative to receive. She turned to take them to the kitchen, and I watched her as she walked.
Looking around their home’s interior, I saw a warm and comfortable setting. No fancy decorations or an air of gawdiness. It looked like a real, lived-in home.
Leslie then walked back over to us.
“Would you like to see our second story?” Mike asked me.
I followed Mike to the carpeted stairs, and had to take another deep breath to calm my nerves as I began the fateful trek towards their bedroom. He led the way up the stairs, and I was behind him. Leslie walked up behind us, although I sort of wished she had been walking right in front of me, placing her swaying ass conveniently at my face level!
As we climbed, Mike casually mentioned that their son had gone to watch a professional soccer game with a friend, and would be spending the night at his friend’s house. At first, I thought it was useless banter. But as we reached the top landing of their stairs, I realized he was telling me there was no one else home, and would not be until the morning. I hadn’t been concerned about that, but now understood that this was obviously good to know.
But more than anything, I was anxious to see what awaited me in their sacred matrimonial chambers!
As we approached the bedroom, the door was cracked ajar, the familiar warm hue of the interior lighting that I had seen from across the street so many times shining through the doorway.
I could feel my heart begin to race in anticipation. Mike pushed the door open further and motioned for me to walk in first.
When I walked across the threshold, the first thing I noticed was a large space, with normal master bedroom furniture along the walls, but in Victorian-style décor, down to surprising details such as deep crown moulding, fabrics with a rich color palette, and even a little romantic seating nook with a velvet chaise lounge. I discovered that the light that showed through their window from across the street emanated from a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling!
My mouth hung open as I took it all in, and then turned to my right and saw a grand four-poster canopy bed, covered in a cream-colored bedcover with a small pink flower print, and matching decorative pillows.
Mike sat down on the opulent chaise, which gave him a clear view of the bed.
Leslie sauntered over to me with a wicked grin. I watched her as her hips swayed with each step. She stopped right in front of me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me warmly. A cascade of goosebumps radiated over my body at her touch.
I embraced her waist, pulling her in closer as we began our foreplay.
She broke our building passion for just a moment, commenting, “Mmm, you smell nice.” She leaned her head to my chest until the tip of her nose was gently pressed against my new shirt, inhaling the scent of my cologne.
“Thank you,” I smiled. I could smell her perfume with notes of rose and pressed my nose to her neck, kissing it tenderly as I took in her fragrance. “You do, too,” I added between nuzzles of her neck.
I was already hard because of the years of sexual starvation, and my cock was waking up in a hopeful warmth.
Leslie could feel it against her thigh, and she reached down to stroke it over my pants. Still kissing me, she fumbled with my belt, button, zipper, and underwear until she pulled my big cock out. She continued kissing me for a couple of seconds while gently squeezing my thickening tool, but she could not resist seeing it with her own eyes. She glanced down, then looked back into my eyes with a smile that reflected her delight. And I was relieved.
Then, Leslie sank down slowly, her hands against my body as she slid, until she was on her knees in front of me.
I looked down at her beautiful head. She had my cock in her hands, looking at it from a few different angles, smiling and clearly admiring it.
“Hm. It would seem you have been… blessed,” she stated.
I was quick with a good response: “My blessing is about to become yours.”
Mike and Leslie both chuckled at that, before Leslie leaned in and began kissing the tip of my hard tool, then running her tongue along all sides of the shaft, even underneath. It felt heavenly, and I was afraid I might pop then and there!
“Oh, Leslie,” I breathed after she wrapped her wet lips around my cock’s sensitive head. She paused and smiled up at me.
“I want your cum,” she cooed.
She began giving me the sloppiest blowjob I’ve ever had! Her hands slid back and forth as her mouth slid over me, her spit bubbling and dripping in thick strings onto their pristine bedroom floor.
I honestly didn’t know if I’d still be able to fuck her tonight if I came right there, but I was in such an ecstatic state that I figured we’d cross that bridge later.
I began to cry out at my building climax.
“Aw! Aw! Aw!” I moaned in short bursts.
Leslie picked up the pace, and my body froze just before I exploded into her mouth with a loud cry.
Leslie took a few more seconds to suck my oozing cock head, then released me. Smiling wickedly, my cum dribbling from her lips and over her chin, she opened her mouth to show me the load inside and on her tongue. Then she closed it, and opened it again to show me she’d swallowed it!
“Ahhh, that’s my magic trick,” she giggled as she returned to her feet.
Then she moved forward, my cum still on her lips and chin, placed a hand tenderly on the back of my neck, and pulled me in for a kiss. I got goosebumps from the eroticism! It was very strange to taste my own cum on her lips, but the moment was hot as hell!
Turning away from me, Leslie took a couple steps and looked over her shoulder as she pushed her dress straps over her shoulders and shimmied out of the dress, revealing a sexy red lace corset and matching panties! She stepped out of her dress, pooled on the floor, and climbed onto the bed.
I stood slackjawed as I watched her slinky movements.
“What do you think?” Mike asked with a smile. Truth be told, I had forgotten he was even there!
“She’s… she’s a goddess of passion,” I stammered breathlessly.
“Why, thank you, kind sir!” Leslie giggled, reclining on her back against the pillows. Then she added flirtatiously, “Well, let’s see the rest of you.”
Suddenly realizing I was standing there, still fully dressed with my flaccid cock hanging out, I immediately tugged my already unfastened pants down to the floor, then I began unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it off, leaving me in my gray boxers. I then pulled those off and stood completely naked before them, before her.
I then became a little self-conscious about my belly. I would have never considered myself “obese,” but I was definitely out of shape. Right then and there, I vowed to myself to get a gym membership!
Thankfully, Leslie didn’t seem disappointed.
Patting the bed next to her, she smiled sweetly. “Come over here, gorgeous.”
My heart soared at her compliment. I walked over excitedly and practically hopped onto the bed.
As I looked at her with a dumb smile, she leaned in and kissed me tenderly. I felt those goosebumps again.
“So, Joe, tell us about yourself. Where is home for you?” Mike asked casually.
We spent several minutes answering each other’s questions, getting to know each other better. I asked how long they’d been doing “this,” and learned it only started for them earlier this year. I was fascinated by their story, and what had led them into this lifestyle. Mike said that after his injury, he had trouble getting fully hard, and he brought the possibility up with Leslie last year. It had taken her a few months to get up the courage to try it.
“But we really want one or two ‘regulars,’” Mike explained, “and we really haven’t found them yet.”
I also asked about the RV occasionally parked in front of their house. Mike shared that they enjoyed taking trips up to the mountains or beaches, and usually met up with others in the lifestyle. I didn’t press for more details, but I got the idea that these trips were when they were traditional “swingers” with other couples, and thought it sounded hot.
I was really coming to like them as people. They had always seemed so private that I almost wondered if they were even friendly at all. But now, I understood why they came across that way.
It wasn’t long before Leslie was leaning on me, resting her head on my neck and shoulder. She began touching my cock again, rubbing her palm and fingers lightly over it, then wrapping her hand around it, kneading it in her hand. I could feel the blood begin rushing to that area, and I was relieved to know I could do this after just cumming about a half hour earlier!
Next, I felt her breath on my neck and my ear, just before she began licking and nibbling on them. I hadn’t been adored like that since the first couple years of marriage, and it was euphoric!
Then, she rolled over onto my lap and straddled me, kissing me passionately as she ground her panty-covered crotch onto my slowly stiffening dick.
She then kissed her way down my chest and stomach before taking me into her warm mouth again.
I leaned my head back and drank in the sensations. I could feel my cock getting hard and tight again, and I was ready to fuck!
But first, I really wanted to taste that white cunt. I loved eating pussy, and hadn’t had one in about a year!
“I want to taste you,” I said in a low voice.
“Oh, you do, do you?” she looked up with a teasing smile. “I don’t know. Are you any good at it?”
“It’s just about my most favorite thing to eat,” I smiled.
“Really?” Leslie queried as she moved back up next to me, on her back. “Will you make me cum?”
“Challenge accepted,” I grinned, rolling over on top of her and repeating her actions of kissing my way down her torso.
With my head finally between her legs, I spent a few seconds locking the sight of her covered crotch into my memory, before hooking my fingers on each side of the panties and sliding them down.
Her neatly-trimmed pussy now exposed, I spent time taking that beautiful sight in before lowering my mouth to her sex. I kissed it at first before using my nose and tongue to nudge her labia open. I inhaled her feminine scent as I touched and tasted her!
Leslie sighed, indicating her pleasure. “That feels nice,” she breathed, parting her legs further.
I reached my hand up and began fondling one of her corset-covered breasts. Leslie brushed my hand away and pulled the cups of her corset below her tits, exposing their naked, pink areolae and nipples to the room. Then she moved my hand back onto a breast, and I started playing with it, palming it and twisting the nipple with my fingers, while I continued my oral worship of her lady parts.
I explored her folds and vagina with my nose, lips, and tongue until I finally focused my tongue’s attention on her clit.
Leslie’s breathing rate increased gradually, with regular moans every few breaths. She grabbed her own breasts and arched her back, grinding her sex into my face!
“Oh my god, that feels so good!” she sighed. “Don’t stop.”
“How’s that pussy, Joe?” Mike asked, kind of killing the moment.
I just murmured something unintelligible so as to not break the buildup to her climax.
And she was certainly on her way to cumming! She was rocking her hips in a rhythm now, and her sighs were replaced by a moan and cry with each breath.
I inserted two fingers into her slippery hole, and that was it! Just a few strokes was all it took to send her over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as an orgasm overtook her senses and self-control!
Backing away, I turned to Mike and smiled, “Honestly, that’s the best pussy I’ve ever tasted!”
Mike laughed, “Right? Damn, I love eating her pussy, too.”
But I was still very hard and ready to fuck!
Leslie sat upright, the bottom of her hair sticking to her sweaty back, and she began unfastening her corset behind her back. I reached behind her to help her, and together, we pulled the garment away. Now, our state of undress matched each other!
She lay back. Suddenly, I remembered the Magnums in my pants pocket, now puddled on the floor.
“Um, I brought some… (ahem) protective barriers if you prefer that. I would totally understand...“
Mike cut me off. “She’s got protective meds, and prefers bareback sex,” he explained.
I had never heard the word “bareback” before, but I understood what it meant, and resumed my imminent penetration of Leslie’s love nest.
I crawled up on top of her and slowly slid into her sensitive opening as her legs wrapped around my waist.
God, it felt so good to be inside a real pussy again! I groaned at the sensation as my cock slipped further into her depths!
“Uhh,” Leslie moaned in a shaky voice before whispering, “Yesss.”
Bottoming out, I pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in. My thrusts became more rhythmic as I plunged in and out of her warm crevice.
God, she felt so fucking good! Looking into her crystal blue eyes, she was a beautiful mate. Her elegance, moans, and body drove me further on!
“Yeah, fuck that married pussy, Joe!” Mike encouraged me. While it could have been another awkward comment, that one seemed to heighten and enhance our lovemaking.
Eventually, Leslie had another orgasm while her sex was wrapped tight around my length. I was proud of my post-blowjob stamina as this was now all personally uncharted territory!
Slowing down to let Leslie catch her breath, she pushed my chest and said, “Roll over. I want to ride you!”
Withdrawing temporarily, I complied, and Leslie mounted me, dropping herself down on my meaty pole.
She spent a few seconds grinding on me before she began bouncing up and down. I stared at her naked breasts as they wobbled with each movement.
“Yes,” she hissed. “I love this black cock!” she declared.
With that, I began thrusting up into her as she came down, our groins meeting in a rhythmic dance.
It felt amazing, but I could tell a second orgasm wasn’t building in me yet. I didn’t let it mess with my mind. As long as I was still hard and aroused, it didn’t matter!
But then I thought about what might take me over the edge one more time: doggystyle!
“Get on your hands and knees, Baby,” I suggested.
Leslie smiled and dismounted me, getting on all fours as I knelt behind her. Seeing her full, naked “Mommy Ass” and pussy splayed before me got me excited, and I pushed myself back into her.
As I remembered, this position made the pussy tighter, and the feeling was incredibly intoxicating! Gripping her hips, I began to thrust, hitting her depths with ferocity.
“Oh god,” Leslie whimpered. “Yes! Yes!”
“Yeah? You want me to fuck your tight married pussy, Baby?” I taunted. It was a primal side of me rarely set loose.
“Oh, YES!” she cried.
“You want my cum inside of you?”
“Yes!” she bellowed, likely loud enough for pedestrians outside to hear. “Ohh, yes, please fill my pussy with your hot seed!”
Now, I was bound and determined to grant that wish! She was still so fucking wet and tight. I filled my thoughts with busting a nut in this beautiful neighbor lady—the taboo notion inflaming my lust even hotter.
I felt her tunnel tighten around me and her body began to shake as a third climax consumed her. I poured on the speed and could finally feel my own next orgasm bubbling to the surface.
“Ah! FUCK!” I yelled, as I pressed my cock as deeply as possible, pulling her hips into me, and injected a warm load of my pearly jelly deep into her most intimate space!
I withdrew and pulled back, watching my essence drip from her folds and onto the bedspread.
We collapsed onto our backs next to each other, our chests heaving in the heavenly afterglow.
The next thing I knew, Mike’s face was between his wife’s legs, lapping at her used cunt.
“What the hell?” I asked in confusion at the very dirty act.
Mike paused to look at me. “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen the act of ‘cleanup’ before?” Then he dipped his head back down and resumed his “cleanup” fetish.
I hadn’t ever seen such debauchery before, but I just shrugged in a “to each their own” gesture.
I smiled as I looked over at Leslie. Sensing my gaze, she turned to look at me, also smiling. When she detected my amusement at the absurdity, she chuckled.
“What can I say? He loves doing it, and it feels nice,” she explained. “Plus, it lets me relax instead of running to the bathroom to clean up down there!”
That at least was practical, I thought as I shook my head. It wasn’t judgment on my part; I just had never seen or heard of it!
“Well, what do you think, Joe?” Leslie asked as I sat up at the edge of the bed. “Shall we try this another time?”
I was very encouraged to hear her question, because it indicated to me that she was open to it, evidently happy with tonight’s events; and, by extension, my performance.
“I think I’d like that very much,” I said warmly, reaching out to softly caress her arm.
“Mike, what do you think?” I said as he moved from between Leslie’s thighs to sit on the bottom edge of the bed, wiping his mouth with the back of his left hand. I made a mental note of that, knowing it was okay to shake his right hand later.
“Oh, hell, that was so hot,” he said enthusiastically. “I’m down for another round!”
Standing to begin getting dressed again, we made small talk about our week ahead. I asked Leslie how her trip to San Diego went, and she reported it was a good conference about meeting special needs in a mainstream classroom.
Fully dressed, I sauntered over to the window with closed blinds. It was the window that faced my house, and I couldn’t resist taking a peek from this perspective! I grinned at seeing my house from theirs.
Leslie, still naked, stood to give me a warm hug and sweet kiss. I told her she was an absolutely incredible lover, and thanked her for having me in her home.
“I’m already looking forward to next time,” she said.
I took my leave of her as Mike led me back downstairs. When he opened his front door, we shook hands—right hands—and Mike added, “That was fun! Thanks for giving my wife a great time. I could really tell she loved it.”
That was another huge boost to my confidence that night! Before tonight, I didn’t realize I was feeling a little low about myself, especially in the sex department. Now, I had proven to myself that I could truly please a woman!
Walking back across the street, I glanced at my watch. It was just after midnight. With my chest puffed out for the first time in a while, I didn’t care if the neighbors had X-ray vision and saw everything we had done in that house!
With each step, I reflected on everything that had transpired, beginning with my own initial curiosity. Walking into my quiet home, I continued contemplating my situation. Turning off my downstairs lights, I walked upstairs and undressed again for bed.
My spirits soaring, I brushed my teeth at my sink. While brushing, I received a text message from Mike:
“Thanks again for an amazing time! Leslie and I think you may be our first regular partner! I hope that is welcome news for you! Good night, and we’ll see you around the neighborhood! Mike.”
I was once again elated by this news, which was indeed welcomed! Crawling under my covers, I closed my eyes to begin my slumber. My thoughts drifted into what the future with Mike and Leslie might be like before falling into a deep and satisfying sleep.
THE END?
