“Yes, we did,” I nodded, unable to restrain the grin bubbling up from within me.
“I hoped you liked it as much as I did,” she said.
I nodded. “I’m glad you had a good time,” I said. “I was worried you might have some regrets.”
“Only that I didn’t listen to you earlier; that we didn’t do it sooner,” she said.
“I can’t take all the credit, Kayla,” I told her. “We actually decided together.”
She nodded, her blonde hair shaking. “True,” she admitted. “I’m glad we did.”
“What about Dave and Donna?” I asked. “You think they like it?”
“I could hear her,” Kayla said. “I’m guessing you did her up right. She sure was into it.”
“Right,” I nodded. “And Dave has been hot for you forever.”
“I’m glad it worked out,” she said. “It would be damned uncomfortable if it hadn’t, what with us living so close.”
“So, you’re happy with how it worked out?”
“Sure am,” she said. “We’re still friends, and now we’ve got this new level of relationship.”
“So, am I going to come home some night and find you missing because you’re over there getting it on with Dave?”
“I might be missing, but Donna will be here for you.”
I nodded. “As long as I get a decent meal and a piece of tail, you know I’ll be happy,” I joked.
“More to the point,” Kayla said, “you’re going to need to get busy writing up a script.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, “there’s that.”
“Got any ideas?”
“Hot blonde gets seduced by a dark stranger?” I asked.
“Friend of the husband?” she suggested. “Just visiting for a couple of days.”
“That’s an idea.”
“Then she shares him with her neighbor?” Kayla added.
“You ready for a threesome?” I asked.
“We already did the foursome,” she noted. “Dave was good. You seemed to like screwing Donna.”
Donna was a hottie. She stood about 5’2”, with long, dark hair. She knew how to dress, too. She’d wear tight fitting tops, mostly white to contrast with her dark hair and eyes, and jeans that showed every curve of her hips and thighs. She and Dave moved into the house next door to ours, about six months after we’d taken up residence in the fairly new neighborhood.
The new development didn’t have much in the way of trees. But, every lot had an expansive patio in a large back yard. That’s where we usually spent summers, just chilling as best we could in the heat, under awnings, and around a brick barbecue pit.
It was on one of these warm, summer days that Dave and Donna began the relationship that developed over the course of a couple of years. She sidled up to the chain link fence that marked our property lines, her hair loosely piled on top of her head, wearing a tube top, skin-tight mini denim shorts and block sandals.
“My God,” she said, her voice sounding more mellow than her height would suggest. “That smells glorious. What is it?”
“Hey,” I said. “Just some dogs. Kayla and I are slumming it.”
“Well, the aroma is driving me nuts,” she admitted. “Would you have enough to share?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ve got eight of them on, and we’ll probably only eat two. You want me to bring you some?”
“Can we come over?” she asked. “Dave and me? We haven’t been real friendly since we moved in.”
“Yeah, great!” I said. “I’ll tell Kayla you’re coming, so she can pour out a couple of lemonades.”
“You’re really sweet,” she said. “We’ll be over in a few minutes.”
She walked away, giving me a great view of her curvaceous backside. As she disappeared inside her own house, I took a quick check of the dogs on the grill, and stepped through the French doors to our own kitchen.
“Hey, babe,” I told Kayla, “Dave and Donna from next door are coming over for hot dogs and lemonade. That okay?”
“Oh, crap!” she replied. “Let me go brush my hair and put on some lipstick. I wasn’t thinking we’d be having company.”
“It’s not company,” I said, chuckling. “They’re just the neighbors.”
“Still,” she said, “I ought to look decent.”
“Whatever,” I replied, curious as to her motivation.
When Dave and Donna rang the bell a few minutes later, Kayla let them in.
“It’s so nice to have you over,” she said. “Come on in. Kevin’s still on the patio burning the dogs.”
“I’ll go see if I can help,” Dave offered, nodding toward the French doors.
“Help yourself,” Kayla told him, gesturing generally toward the patio.
“Anything I can help with?” Donna asked my wife.
“Not a thing, hon,” Kayla said. “We’re just doing hot dogs and chips. I’ve got you a lemonade poured.”
What I noticed about Donna when I brought the plate of dogs into the kitchen, with Dave on my heels, is that she had put on some silvery, dangling earrings and had applied a pink gloss to her full lips.
We ate around the breakfast bar in the kitchen to escape the heat outdoors. Donna moaned about the flavor of the dogs, her eyes rolling in simulated ecstasy.
“Is she always this dramatic?” I chuckled to Dave.
“Oh, yeah,” he replied with a laugh. “She loves a good hunk of meat.”
Kayla nearly choked on her bite of hot dog.
“That didn’t come out right, did it?” Dave said, quickly.
“A bit of a double entendre,” I agreed.
“I just meant she can be a bit of a drama queen,” he said.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon, we talked, laughed, and switched from lemonade to Margueritas. By the time the sun set at nearly eight, we had established a pretty good friendship.
“We’d invite you to our place for dinner,” Donna said, “but I really don’t have anything even thawed.”
“Let’s go out somewhere,” Kayla suggested. “It doesn’t have to be fancy. We’ll just grab a bite somewhere.”
So, what started as lunch in our kitchen turned into an afternoon of drinking, a quick dinner in a local home-style joint, and back to our place for more conversation and a couple of bottles of wine. It became a weekend tradition for us, swapping locations between our place and theirs. When the weather began to cool, we moved inside and switched to chilli and chips from the usual barbecue fare.
One evening, after returning for our usual dinner sojourn, Donna asked what we did in the evenings when they weren’t around. “You watch T.V. or something?” she asked.
Kayla shook her head. “Not much. If there’s a game on or something, Kevin might watch it.”
“So, do you read, or what?” Donna pressed.
“We like to watch movies together,” Kayla said.
“Romances? Dramas? What?” Donna continued.
“Yeah, sometimes,” I grinned at my wife.
Dave’s face broke into a broad smile. “Porn?”
“Every now and then,” I nodded.
“What’s your favorite?” Dave asked Kayla. “Do you have a favorite?”
“Most of them are awful,” Kayla told him. “The production quality is worse than YouTube a lot of times. And, I have a hard time forgetting the actors are getting paid to be in them.”
“So, you do watch porn?” Donna asked, seemingly intrigued.
“Yeah, we have,” Kayla nodded. “Do you?”
“Oh, that’s got to be Dave’s favorite thing to do,” Donna said.
“How about you?” I asked her. “Anything you like?”
“Not very many,” she confessed. “I agree with Kayla. Most of them are just terrible. But, sometimes they give you ideas, you know?”
“I heard of a game, one time, where you fast forward a porn flick for a certain number of seconds, then you have to act out what’s going on in the movie,” I observed.
“That would be fun,” Donna said. “I mean, as long as they’re not building a house or cooking or something.”
“I think you could let it run to a sex part,” I said.
“That would make sense,” Donna said. “So, should we watch one now?”
“If you want to,” Kayla offered. “Kevin?”
“Sure, if you want. What about you, Dave?”
“Yeah, man,” he said. “That’d be cool.”
“Sure you’re not going to be embarrassed?” Kayla asked Donna.
“No,” Donna said. “I’ve seen them before. I think it would be fun.”
And so it was that a sexual element was added to our relationship. We usually reserved Saturdays to have lunch, chat, drink, have dinner, and return to our place or theirs to have wine and watch a sex movie. After we went home or our guests left, Kayla and I would have hot sex. She liked to tease me that I watched Donna to see how she reacted to the scenes on the screen. The truth was, I watched both Kayla and Donna. I began to notice certain tells each of them had. Kayla would, for example, cross and uncross her legs as she got more and more turned on. Donna had a habit of rubbing her neck or thighs. She’d lick her lips and make tiny whistling sounds when the scenes affected her.
“You know what’s going to happen, don’t you?” I asked Kayla one Saturday morning as we began to prepare for our weekly routine.
“What’s that?” she responded.
“You’re going to want to have sex with Dave, just to see what it’s like,” I said.
“No, I’m not,” she replied firmly.
“I’m telling you, Kayla,” I said. “You’re going to want to do it. I just want you to know that I’m not going to get all twisted about it if it happens.”
“It is not going to happen,” she stated.
“You’ve kidded me about watching Donna, hon,” I told her. “But, I’ve seen you checking Dave out, too. And, when he sees something that lights his fire, he always looks at you. I’m telling you, we’re going to do the swap thing sometime in the future.”
“You want to screw Donna?”
“I’d be up for a go, the same way you’d like to strap on Dave.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” she said.
“No worries, babe,” I told her, “as long as we’re open about it and not sneaking around. I’d rather you do it in front of me than try to hide it. I know you think he’s a hunk, and that’s okay. I’m guessing he already wants you and is just holding back because of Donna.”
“So if she says it’s okay…?”
“I think we’ll have to talk to them about it.”
So we talked to them.
“Oh, hell, yes!” Donna said.
“No, seriously,” Kayla said. “You have to tell us what you really think.”
“What we think,” Dave said, “is that it’s taken a lot longer than we thought it would for you two to come around.”
“You want Kevin to have sex with your wife?” Kayla asked him.
“What he wants,” Donna interjected, “is to watch your husband fuck me, or, watch me fucking your husband.”
“What about you?” Kayla asked Donna.
“I already told you. You haven’t ever done this, have you?” she responded.
Kayla shook her head. “Not really.”
“We played at it, though,” I admitted.
“Role play,” Donna nodded. “Yeah, we’ve done that, too. But, I’m telling you, Kayla, there’s nothing like the feeling of a strange cock sliding into you the first time.”
“So, you have done this before?” Kayla asked, somewhat amazed.
“It’s been a while,” Dave admitted. “Couple of years.”
“And, to tell the truth,” Donna said, “I’m ready.”
“Right now?” Kayla asked her, sounding amazed.
“The sooner the better,” Donna said. “Tell me you aren’t curious about taking hold of Dave’s meat, licking and sucking it, and feeling it fill you up. I’m all in for taking up with Kevin’s. I’m betting you’re all squishy and hot down there just talking about it.”
Kayla looked at me and kind of twitched her head sideways.
“If you’re not, you better say so,” I cautioned her.
“I can see by the bulge in your shorts you’re up for it,” she said, “so I guess there’s no harm in admitting it.