I travel quite a bit on my job. It's not one of the things I like about my work,
but I realize it's part of "paying my dues" and I must admit I'm paid pretty
well for it. I'm a service technician for a small company that specializes in
computer software for manufacturing plants. It's my job to handle problems in
the field when our applications aren't doing what our customers expect them to
do. I spend a lot of nights eating dinner alone, having a drink or two at some
bar and then watching TV until I fall asleep in my motel bed. If you think this
sounds boring, you're right. It's very boring...or at least it was until one
night last week. After eating dinner, I'd dropped into Don's Tap, a seedy bar
right across the street from my motel, the Del Ray Inn. The place was deserted
except for a couple of guys sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. I
ordered my usual Scotch and water and was about to see if the other guys minded
if I joined in their conversation when they both lit cigarettes. Since I'm one
of those ex-smokers who can no longer tolerate smoke, I decided instead to take
my drink as far away as possible which turned out to be a booth along the front
wall. There I planned to unwind by nursing my drink for a half- hour or so and
then heading back to my room in time to watch the early news and a "Seinfeld"
rerun. The course of the evening suddenly changed when the door to the bar
opened and a woman walked in. Any woman who would come alone into a place like
this was intriguing enough, but this woman's getup made her even more so. She
was dressed in a red leather vest and skirt with a matching red cowboy hat. The
skirt was so short that it barely covered her ass when she was standing up and
on her feet she wore red cowboy boots. The boots and skirt were linked by a pair
of perfectly shaped long legs. With the hat it was hard to tell, but she
appeared to have short blonde hair, and a Lone Ranger style mask obscured much
of her face. Judging from the way she was dressed and the fact that she was
alone, I figured she might be a hooker although I wondered why she would choose
such a place to solicit business. The bartender had also seen her enter and by
the time she was seated at the bar, he had poured a drink and set it before her.
I heard the two of them mumble something to each other, but I couldn't make out
what they said. "She must be a regular," I brilliantly surmised. "Interesting.
Very interesting!" Since I was already horny from being on the road for three
days, I found this mysterious vamp quite arousing, and I was thinking about
approaching her when the other two men beat me to it. They also seemed to know
her so I decided to wait in the shadows of my booth and see what transpired. I'm
glad I did. When the two guys approached, the woman turned on her bar stool and
faced my way. That's when I realized that her vest was completely unbuttoned and
she had nothing on under it. The soft inner curves of her breasts were clearly
visible as was the crotch of her white panties. This woman's behavior was too
blatant for a prostitute unless her services had already been paid for. Maybe
she was drunk or high on drugs. I wondered who or what she was. As she turned
from side to side to speak with the men, the woman's appearance became even more
indecent. Her breasts pushed the material of her vest aside and soon they were
fully revealed. I watched with delight as they bounced about freely and marveled
at how unconcerned the woman was about her own nudity. It was as if she didn't
realize what was going on. Finally one of the men succumbed to the inviting
sight of her magnificent orbs by reaching out and cupping one of them in his
hand. This would certainly provoke a negative reaction from the woman. I mean
even a whore wouldn't let a guy touch her like that in public. Still she didn't
react. Instead, the woman's manner became more animated and intimate. Except for
her immodesty, she showed no other signs of being impaired by alcohol or drugs.
After a few more minutes of conversation accompanied by an enthusiastic groping
of her chest by both men, the woman put her hand behind one guy's head and
pulled his lips to hers. She gave him a passionate kiss before turning to the
other guy and doing the same. She then repeated the act with the first guy, but
this time her hand reached for his crotch and I could see her fingers stroking
his hard cock through his jeans. This too she did with both men. It was obvious
this molten vixen was being driven by one thing and it wasn't money. It was raw
lust. The men must have decided that turn-about was fair play for they both
responded to the woman's intimate caresses by simultaneously reaching for her
panty covered cunt. She reacted enthusiastically to their touch by spreading her
thighs apart to give them better access. Soon her head fell back as she neared
an orgasm. The action only a few feet from where I was sitting was developing so
quickly that my brain couldn't keep up. My cock, however, was well enough tuned
in to have gotten very hard and my hormones had completely taken over my
reactions. When I saw the woman grasp the men's erections, it felt for a moment
like she was touching me as well. When they began to caress her hot pussy, I
nearly leapt forward to join them. Again it was fortunate that I held back...at
least for the time being. I don't remember which of the men did it, but one of
them no longer wanted the fabric of her panties in his way so he grasped the
waistband firmly and yanked hard. In seconds the fragile white garment was
ripped completely from the woman's body and her puffy cunt lips covered by a
sparse veil of golden hair were revealed. The men's fingers eagerly jostled for
position in the hot wet slit that they had just uncovered and one of them must
have found her clit. I noticed the woman jump slightly and gasp. This reaction
was soon followed by a series of spasms and moans. The woman had cum. I've
always thought of myself as a pretty worldly guy who's done or seen almost
everything, especially when it comes to sexual matters, but I must admit the
scene at the bar that night had me amazed. Even though the lewd threesome had
already gone much further than I'd ever seen done in public before, I still
didn't expect what happened next. I thought the woman would recover her senses
and end the encounter by pushing the two men away, or, if she didn't end it, the
bartender would dump a bucket of cold water on them and throw them out of the
bar. However, neither happened. Instead the party got even hotter as the woman
reached for one guy's belt buckle and began to remove his pants. The other guy
removed his own and before I knew it, both men were standing there naked from
the waist down with their hard poles swaying in the breeze. Instead of making
any attempt to stop them, the bartender was leaning on the bar intently
watching. As soon as the woman caught sight of the first exposed cock, she
dropped to her knees in front of its owner and sucked it into her mouth. She was
certainly an enthusiastic fellatrix, although I doubted that she could do it as
well as my wife. Anyhow, the other guy, not willing to be left out, reached
down, picked the woman up and gently laid her on the nearest table. Fortunately
it happened to be just a few feet from where I was sitting. The woman rolled
over on her back and reached again for the cock that she had been savoring. Soon
it was back in her mouth and the guy began to rock his hips back and forth as he
fucked her face. The woman was lying with her feet toward me so when the other
guy pushed her thighs apart, I had a direct view of her cunt. Her puffy lips
were glistening from her own excitement and they looked absolutely delicious. In
fact, the sight was so inviting that I instinctively started to get up so that I
could go eat her. The guy had plans of his own, however, and before I even got
up he stepped into position between her open thighs and quickly slammed his body
forward impaling the woman on his tool. For a while longer, at least, I would
have to be content with watching. Watching a live sex show is not one of those
things I'd ever done before, and I found this one to be wildly erotic. In fact,
it was so erotic that I nearly came in my pants before I knew it was happening.
I averted an embarrassing wet spot on my pants...not to mention wasting a good
load of cum...by squeezing the head of my cock real hard. I hoped that somehow
I'd have an opportunity to make better use of that cum before the night was
over. As her body rocked back and forth in response to the boffing that she was
getting, the woman's hat finally fell off. She made no effort to recover it, and
I finally saw that she had very short blonde hair. In fact, her hair was shorter
than mine. I hoped that her mask might also fall off so I could see her face,
but it remained firmly in place. The guy who was fucking her held out for a lot
longer than I would have been able to, but finally his breathing became
irregular and then his body stiffened as he pumped a load of cum into the
woman's eager opening. The woman herself had at least two more orgasms before he
finished. Again I also nearly came, but the same painful treatment did the trick
for the second time. The fellow who'd been getting sucked waited for a few
seconds while his buddy recovered before he moved around and literally pulled
his friend out of the way. As he did so I got a quick glimpse of the woman's
cunt again and saw a large blob of cum oozing from it. It was a wonderfully
depraved sight. As soon as the second guy started the old "in and out" routine,
the bartender headed around the end of the bar. When he appeared I noticed that
he had already taken off his pants and his erect cock was also waving in the
breeze. I did a double take when I saw it because it was the largest I have ever
seen. He told me later that on a good night he can offer a woman ten inches of
fun and that must have been one of his best nights. In spite of its size, his
monster was eagerly attacked by the woman and I watched in awe as she quickly
worked her mouth and throat around most of it. That's something I'd never seen
before except in the movie "Deep Throat." It was quite a feat. Cock number two
put up a good fight, but finally it too surrendered after spewing forth its load
of hot jism deep in the woman's love canal. I expected the bartender would take
his place, but I was wrong. Instead when the second spent cock was clear of the
work area, the bartender looked over in my direction and beckoned. At first I
didn't realize what he meant so he waved at me. When I still didn't respond, he
spoke. "Alright buddy, it's your turn," he ordered, "that is of course, unless
you don't want some of the best piece of ass this side of the Rockies." I still
wasn't sure he meant me so I stood up and pointed at myself. "You mean me?" I
asked. "Are you sitting with somebody that I don't see?" he replied
sarcastically. "Of course I mean you. Now hurry up and get at it! You can't keep
this lady waiting any longer." Well, I've never gotten my pants off so fast in
all my life. As I mentioned earlier, if I'd had my druthers I would have liked
to eat this woman's hot cunt before fucking her, but since she was already full
of two loads of cum, I decided to just get on with the main event. The woman
seemed oblivious to my exchange with the bartender and did not hesitate in her
vigorous oral attack on his immense schlong. It wasn't until I slipped my very
ordinary six and a half inch dick into her that she looked to see who was doing
the honors. Both she and I were in for one unbelievable surprise. "Ron!" She
exclaimed. "Oh my gawd! Ron Bostic, is that you?" I couldn't believe it. This
woman, whomever she was, knew me. "Honey," she said loudly. "I'm getting fucked
by our old neighbor Ron Bostic. Oh my gawd!" she repeated. Somehow the fact that
I'd been recognized didn't have the debilitating effect that I would expect
under such circumstances. Perhaps it had something to do with the woman's
graphic language, or perhaps it was the realization that I was apparently
fucking a woman that I knew, but whatever the reason, my cock got even harder as
I continued to pound this woman's cunt. As I kept up the vigorous rhythm of my
strokes, the woman began to respond by rocking her pelvis just as vigorously. I
knew that I wasn't going to last nearly as long as either of the previous two
men even though I was getting very sloppy thirds. The woman's verbal
encouragement made me cum even faster. "Fuck me Ron. Fuck me harder Ron!" she
began to chant. I did my best, but all too soon I felt a sharp spasm at the base
of my cock and then blast after blast of hot cum shot into my mystery lover's
vagina. I was so spent that I collapsed on top of her. As I lay quietly catching
my breath my lover whispered "That was great Ron. I'm so glad I finally got to
do it with you. I've wanted that for a long time," she confessed excitedly. Then
she placed her hands under my chin and pulled my face to hers and gave me a
kiss. It wasn't the same passionate sort of kiss that I'd seen her give the
other two men earlier, but it was more of a friendly, affectionate kiss. It felt
wonderful. I kissed her back and pulled myself up onto my elbows. "OK, so who
have I just had the great pleasure of screwing?" I asked as I looked down at
her. "It's Jill," she replied quietly as she grasped her mask and pulled it
away. "Jill Matthews. Remember me?" I recognized her name and her face at the
same time. The woman I'd just watched put on the most wantonly depraved
exhibition I'd ever seen used to be my neighbor. She and her husband Wally lived
across the street for four or five years until they moved away two years ago.
Although I'd had more than a few lustful thoughts about this woman, I'd never
dreamed that she'd had any interest in me or that she would ever fuck around. In
fact she and Wally were one couple that I couldn't imagine ever doing anything
even as tame as watching a dirty movie. "Where's Wally?" I asked when it
suddenly occurred to me that her husband might be around somewhere. "I'm right
here Ron," came a voice from the shadows across the room. "Oh my gawd!" it was
my turn to exclaim. "I'm sorry Wally. I had no idea who she was," I blurted as
an explanation and apology. For the moment all I could think of was that I'd
just fucked a friend's wife. That usually isn't a good thing to do. "No problem,
Ron," Wally said as he walked into my view. "Jill's told me many times that she
wished she'd had a chance to play our game with you. We just never felt we could
take a chance in case you didn't approve." "Well, I guess we know the answer to
that now, don't we?" I laughed. "Too bad we had to wait so long to find out, but
believe me, it was worth the wait." "All right. Enough already," a male voice
bellowed. "I'm glad you old friends finally got together, but I hope you
remember that I'm not done yet." It was the bartender. "Oh, don't worry Don,"
Jill said as she turned her attention back to him. "I know you haven't had your
turn yet. I don't feel like I've been stretched to the limit like I always do
when after you're done with me. Come on around here and let's do the dirty
deed!" she ordered. Given the break in the action and the fact that there were
now four men standing nearby watching the action, I was surprised that Don could
still perform. His enormous tool was still engorged, however, and he moved into
position to make his assault on Jill Matthews' dripping cunt. I watched in awe
as he slowly inserted all but an inch or two of his ten plus inches into her. I
moved closer to get a better look before Don leaned forward obscuring my view.
As it filled her love cavity his cock forced out most of the three loads of cum
that had recently been deposited there. It was quite a sight to see all of that
cum oozing out and running down past her asshole onto the table. Don began his
thrusts slowly and gently but before long he was ramming it to Jill as
vigorously as any of the rest of us. Jill's body bounced back and forth as she
met his thrusts. She obviously found Don's great size very satisfying for she
came twice while Don fucked her and she came again as he pumped a final load
into her. This time she was very vocal about her climax and I feared that people
passing by on the street might hear her. Don's orgasm marked the end of the
orgy. The four of us guys pulled up our pants and gently put away our spent
equipment. I wondered how Jill was going to cover herself when she left and saw
that she and Wally had planned ahead by bringing along a raincoat for her to
wear. As he helped his wife slip on her coat, Wally asked if I would like to
join them for a cup of coffee or a drink somewhere so we could talk. "We've got
a lot of catching up to do on our old neighbors," he said with a grin. "Yeah,
and you've got some explaining to do too," I replied. "Fair enough," Wally
agreed, "but first we'd better stop at our room so Jill can change into
something more presentable. I don't think she's up to any more fooling around
tonight." "You got that right buster," Jill shot back having overheard her
husband's remark. "Ron, what do you think of a guy who dresses his wife up like
a whore and takes her out so he can watch her get gang banged...and what do you
think of a wife who'd do such a thing?" "I've never seen anything so sexy before
in my life," I replied candidly. "Really? You really think that was sexy...or
slutty?" Jill pressed. She sounded serious. I thought for a moment before
replying "Both I guess. All I know is that I damn near came in my pants twice,"
I confessed. "But I'll bet it's not something you'd find so sexy or exciting if
it was Marty who was doing it," Jill continued. Jill's remark really took me by
surprise and I guess it showed. What had just happened in the bar was certainly
not something I'd ever even imagined Marty doing. The mere mention of my wife
fucking a group of men like that gave me a knot in my stomach. "I thought not,"
Jill went on. "Most men feel the same way you do, but I happen to be married to
a guy who finds what I just did the most exciting thing he can imagine."
"Really?" I said as I gave Wally a puzzled look. "That's right, Ron," he
confirmed. "It is the most exciting thing I've ever seen, but that's not the
whole story. What Jill isn't telling you is that she loves it at least as much
as I do. Now, let's get out of here before your paramours get their second
wind," he directed as he turned to his wife. "We can talk more later." The three
of us headed across the street to the Del Ray Inn which is where my ex-neighbors
were also staying. They invited me to join them in their room while Jill got
changed and freshened up, but I declined saying that I needed to go to my room
to call Marty. I had forgotten all about making my usual eight-thirty call and
by now my wife most likely had already left for work. "Tell Marty 'hi' for us,"
Jill said as she went into their room. "Yeah, sure," I replied. Actually I had
no intention of saying anything to my wife about meeting our former neighbors
until I had sorted out what I had just done with Jill...and what I had seen her
do with the other men. It wasn't that I felt any great sense of guilt about
having fucked another woman. It was because of who that other woman was. That
may sound a bit insensitive but, although Marty and I hadn't explicitly agreed
that infidelity was acceptable when we were apart, she was the one who suggested
that we might each be vulnerable to temptation. She spoke of this temptation as
something to we needed to understand, however, and not as something we had to
avoid. Nonetheless, I was sure that my wife would look far more sympathetically
on my having sex with a woman she didn't know, and I feared that she might have
very bad feelings toward Jill. I guess I must have really been engrossed in
thought because the next thing I remember was feeling a tap on my shoulder. It
was Wally. "Ron. Ron!" I heard him say. "Are you alright?" "Oh," I said as I
suddenly snapped back to reality. "Sorry, Wally. I guess my mind is still
boggled by what happened across the street." "I can understand that," my friend
responded with a grin. "Why don't you go call Marty and then meet us in the
coffee shop when you're ready. Then we can talk about it some more." "That's a
good idea," I agreed. As I had expected, my call to Marty was already too late.
She wasn't home but at least I left her a message that I'd called. I lied and
said that I'd had to work later than usual to explain why I hadn't called before
she left. That happened fairly often so she wouldn't think anything of it.
Before I went to meet the Matthews again, I cleaned myself up a bit and splashed
on a little after-shave. I suspected that I smelled like sex and I knew I
smelled like stale cigarette smoke. The motel's restaurant was pretentiously
named "The Beach Club" but it really was a small dark room with a few
decorations hinting at a cabana theme. When I arrived I was relieved to find no
one else there. There wasn't even a waitress around. I was feeling terribly
confused and self- conscious about what had happened earlier, and I wondered how
Jill and Wally would react when they saw me again. My relationship with these
two old friends would never be the same again, and I was afraid that the change
would be for the worse. The Matthews arrived soon after I sat down, sparing me
any further reflection. Jill had put on blue jeans and a cotton blouse, and I
was relieved to see her wearing the same big smile that I remembered. The Jill
Matthews that I used to know had suddenly reappeared. "Well, now that's a
change," I said when I saw her. "Except for the short hair, this is the woman
that I remember from back on Brewster Court." "So which one of us do you like
better?" Jill asked with a twinkle in her eye. "Do you prefer the plain Jane
woman next door or the trampy slut who loves to fuck strange men in dumpy bars?"
"Well, that's an intriguing question," I replied chuckling at the extremes of
those two images. "I must take exception to your description of yourself as a
plain Jane though. That was never my opinion of you at all." "Oh really? That's
interesting. So what exactly did you think of me?" Jill asked earnestly. "I
mean, by the time you and Marty moved in I was trying very hard to never let
anyone from home or work get even a hint of how horny and wild I got sometimes.
Wally and I had learned the hard way just how risky it was when the wrong people
found out about our unorthodox sex life. You didn't know or suspect anything,
did you?" "No. I sure didn't," I assured her. "In fact, Marty and I were certain
that you two were the most strait-laced couple we knew. That didn't stop me from
thinking having sexy thoughts about you," I concluded. "Such as?" Jill pressed.
"Well..ah..ah, I'm not sure I should say that," I stammered. "Aw, come on, Ron,"
Wally interjected impatiently, "I just watched you fuck my wife, remember, and
you sure didn't seem shy about that. Neither of us objected either. Now what's
the big deal about erotic thoughts you may have had about her in the past? Fact
is, I'm rather fascinated to hear that you were attracted to her that way." "So
am I," his wife concurred. "So what did you think about?" "I guess you're
right," I agreed with a nervous laugh. "My hesitation is rather silly isn't it?
It's just that right now my brain is doing my thinking and not my dick." "Ron,
there's a time and a place for each," Wally said as he and his wife both
laughed. "So you fantasized about fucking my wife? Is that it?" "Yes, sometimes
I did," I confessed, "but most often I just imagined what it would be like to
eat her." "Wow! That's great!" Jill exclaimed. "So you wanted to eat my pussy.
Gee, now I really wish I'd known how you felt about such things. You are talking
to one woman who loves to have her pussy eaten. In fact, that's the only bad
part about getting together with Don and his buddies. They just aren't into
that. Some of his friends have tried a time or two, but Don always tells them to
get on with the real action and none of them seemed very good at it anyhow."
"Holy shit! You mean you've gotten together with the men at that bar before," I
exclaimed. "We've gotten together with Don about once a month since we moved to
this area," Wally replied, "and we went there four or five times before that."
"As you may have noticed, Don has the largest cock I've ever had," Jill said
candidly, "and I've had dozens...probably hundreds...of them. He's pretty good
at using it too." "Yes, he was huge. I was amazed at how much of it you could
take," I observed. "You did a pretty good job on it." "As Wally just said, I've
had a lot of practice with Don. I've promised myself that someday I'm going to
take his monster all the way in my mouth and my pussy," Jill announced. "The
only problem is, I think the damn thing keeps growing. It certainly didn't seem
nearly as large the first few times as it's been lately." "Well, that explains
why he seemed to know what you wanted to drink when you walked in. So, what
about the other two men? They seemed to know you too." "No. Actually tonight was
my first time with either of them. Don always arranges for two or three of his
buddies to be there to help him when he knows we're dropping by. We let them
party with me a few times before he has to find some new ones. We've learned
that after awhile some of these men get the idea that I should be available to
them whenever they like, and they've even tried to find out where we live by
getting our license number and stuff like that. It got sort of scary once when
one of them did show up at our house. Fortunately we got a hold of Don who said
something to the guy on the phone and the guy drove away and hasn't been seen
since. I think Don has some pretty rough connections...besides his incredible
cock." A waitress suddenly appeared out of nowhere and our conversation abruptly
stopped. I think all three of us wondered what, if anything, she might have
heard of what we were discussing. Fortunately she didn't show any signs of being
upset or curious as she took our order for three cups of coffee. "So, Ron, how
was Marty?" Jill asked changing to a safe subject. "Fine, I'm sure," I replied.
"Actually I didn't get to talk to her because she'd already left for work. I
just left her a message." "Do remember to tell her 'hi' for me next time you
talk to her," Jill repeated. "I have to think about that," I replied. "I'm
really not sure at the moment what to tell Marty about having run into the two
of you. I don't think she'd be very happy to know the intimate circumstances of
our meeting," I continued. I explained to Jill and Wally the sort of unspoken
understanding that Marty and I had about such things, and that I didn't think
Marty would be very surprised or upset if she found I'd gone to bed with some
woman she didn't know. "But I'm pretty sure she'd feel differently about my
having screwed someone she knew so well," I concluded. "I understand," Jill
replied thoughtfully, "but you say that she's pretty much given you permission
to have sex with other women when you're away from home. Is that right?" "That's
how I read what she said," I answered. "We've never talked in real specific
terms about it though. I've tried to, but she always changes the subject." "It
sounds to me like Marty is saying 'do what you want or need to do, but I don't
want to know the details.' Is that it?" Wally suggested. "Sort of, I guess,
except that I think she meant it works both ways," I replied. "So has Marty ever
gone to bed with another guy then?" Jill asked. "Not that I know of, for sure
anyhow," I responded. "There have been a couple of times that I've suspected she
might have done something but it sure hasn't been a regular thing." "Ron, how
would you feel if you knew for sure that Marty was putting out for other
men...not with any romance involved, but just for the physical pleasure?" Wally
asked. "Wally, you know I'm really not sure. Maybe that sounds like a dumb
answer, but I really don't know. I never gave it much thought, and I've always
had a pretty traditional attitude...especially on things like that, but now I'm
not so sure." "Why do you say that?" Wally asked. "Did something happen?" "Yes,
sort of, at least. Like I said, I think Marty may have actually done it a couple
of times. The last time was about six months ago." "What happened?" Jill asked.
"Now you're gotten me curious about a woman I was certain would never do such a
thing." "Well, one night when I called home I asked to talk to the kids and
Marty said they were at a friends' house for the night." "Is that unusual?" Jill
queried. "No. Not really. They do it fairly often. That's not what was
suspicious." "What then?" Jill pressed impatiently. "I heard a man's voice say
'what do you want with your bourbon?' He sounded sort of in the distance, but I
heard the words clearly." "Oh, oh. What then?" "I asked her what was going on
and there was a short pause. I think she might have put her hand over the phone
and told the guy to be quiet. When I repeated my question, she replied that
she'd had the TV on too loud and had to turn it down." "Hmmm, that's
interesting, but her explanation is certainly possible," Wally observed. "Is
that all there was to it?" "Pretty much, except for one other thing." "What's
that?" again Jill asked as she got more impatient. "Usually on nights when the
kids aren't home and Marty's alone, I have a real problem getting off the phone.
Our conversations sometimes go on for nearly an hour. I guess she feels lonely
and needs me to talk to. That night, however, the call didn't last but a minute
or two at the most. Then she said that she had to go because she had some
laundry to do. That's the only time that's ever happened." "Ron, you may be
right. It does sound a little bit suspicious. But tell me, how did you feel when
it happened? Were you upset? Did you want to go home right away and check things
out?" Wally asked. "Wally, that's the funny part. Yes, I was a little upset...at
least at first, but I guess that I must have sat and thought about it for a
couple of hours. Visions of Marty sucking on some strange cock kept popping into
my head. I finally had to jerk myself off before I could get to sleep." "Ron, I
hate to have to tell you this," Wally said, "but it sounds like you're a
voyeur." "It sure does," Jill agreed. "What do you mean by that?" I asked
indignantly. "I've never peeped at anyone in my life...well, at least not since
a bunch of us sneaked a look into the girls' locker room in college." "Ron,
voyeurs aren't necessarily peeping toms. That sort of thing can get you in real
trouble. A voyeur is just someone who likes to watch. From what you've just
said, you may be the same sort of voyeur as me," Wally explained. "What do you
mean?" "I love to watch my wife having sex with other men," he replied. "It's
just as simple...and as bizarre as that." For the next couple of hours the three
of us sat in the Beach Club and talked about voyeurs and exhibitionists. We also
talked for a little while about some of our other neighbors, but I kept steering
the conversation back to Wally and Jill's unusual "game" as they called it.
During that time I learned that they'd been indulging in this practice since
shortly after they were married nearly ten years ago. This meant that they were
doing it the entire time I'd known them. Jill told me under penalty of having my
cock surgically removed if I ever repeated the story, that one year at our
annual block party she'd had a little too much to drink and ended up in bed with
Harry Snider, a fiftyish guy who still lives next door to us. Wally then told me
that Jill got together regularly with Gil Morrison, the previous owner of the
house that Marty and I bought. "Our fun with the neighbors ended when Harry got
bad dose of a guilty conscience several months later and blabbed to his wife.
Diane wasn't amused and made a lot of ominous sounding threats about who she was
going to tell about what a slut I was," Jill explained. "Fortunately Wally was
successful in persuading Diane that since she and he had both been wronged, they
should retaliate by evening the score." "You're kidding," I interrupted. "So
Wally, did you score with Diane Snider?" "'Fraid so," Wally said sounding
pained. "Was she as lousy in bed as I would imagine?" I asked thinking of the
dour middle-aged woman whose greatest talent was complaining. "Worse," Wally
confirmed. "I did it as a last resort since Diane's threats had begun sounding
pretty serious." "Jeez, I can't imagine doing that myself. I don't think I could
get it up," I admitted. "I can see why that would make you find other ways to
have fun." "It caused a lot of sleepless nights and upset stomachs for a month
or so," Jill revealed. "Wally and I decided to never try it so close to home
again. When the Morrison's finally moved away I had a clean slate on the block.
I must admit I really wanted to test the waters with you when you moved in, but
finally we decided against it." "That's too bad," I said as I thought about what
fun it would have been to be able to eat and fuck one of the sexiest women in
the neighborhood. "I guess it was my misfortune...until tonight anyhow. I can't
believe the bit about Harry and Diane though. That's too funny for words. You're
really lucky that Diane has done such a good job of keeping her mouth shut. She
can be such a busy-body." "Well, a few months later I overheard a remark she
made about the matter at a party. I made a point right then to put the matter to
rest for good," Wally confided. "I didn't know that," Jill said in disbelief.
"How did you do that?" "I told Diane that if she said another word about your
having gone to bed with her husband I was going to tell the neighbors that I
knew from personal experience just how easy she was and also how lousy she was
in bed. I told her that I would say that I could understand why her husband
would want to sleep with any woman besides his wife." "No shit? You really said
that?" Jill said incredulously. "I sure did, and I used those exact words,"
Wally said with a grin. "No wonder the woman wouldn't speak to me for the last
six months we lived there. That was sort of cruel you know," she added.
"Deserved, I agree, but it was still cruel. There's something else about that
story that I don't think you know," Jill continued. "Good old Harry...and he was
pretty good in bed, I must say...kept after me at least once a month to do it
again. Even the day the movers were there loading our stuff he came over and
asked if we couldn't have one last farewell 'roll in the hay', as he put it. I
was about to say 'yes' when we noticed Diane's car pull in their driveway. He
was so disappointed." Jill, Wally and I shared a few laughs about good times
that we'd had together, but the conversation seemed to keep coming back to the
Matthews' sex lives. The two of them were amused by my reaction to what they had
been up to even during the years I'd known them as neighbors. "I still can't
believe that you could be doing something like that right under my nose," I
remarked after Wally told me that occasionally they would have male friends from
out of town spend the night with them and share their bed. When I asked them how
they got started playing their "game," Wally was again candid with his answer.
"It all started at a class reunion when I found out that my old college roommate
and his wife were now living in the same city in Ohio that Jill and I had just
moved to. The four of us became good friends and did a lot of things together
including having a little too much to drink sometimes." "And making some pretty
suggestive comments as a result," Jill interjected. "Right," Wally confirmed.
"In fact one night when we were all feeling no pain, Jerry...that's my
buddy...wondered out loud if Jill was a natural blonde. He told me later that
this question had been a matter of concern for him ever since he met Jill at
that reunion," Wally said with a laugh. "Yeah, and when the guy suggested that
my hair color was courtesy of Clairol, I proceeded to prove him wrong," Jill
said still sounding mildly offended. "You mean you stripped?" I questioned as I
pictured the scene. "I took off my jeans and pulled down my panties far enough
to let him see some of my natural blonde hair," she replied. "Sounds like fun,"
I responded with a grin. "Some guys have all the luck. If I ever posed a
question like that to a woman, I'd probably get my face slapped or a knee in the
groin. So what happened next?" "I wasn't going to let Jerry be the only one
getting a peek so I asked Debbie, his wife, if she was a natural brunette,"
Wally replied. "I was afraid Debbie might be upset that I'd flashed her
husband," Jill observed, "but she didn't waste any time matching me. Since she
was wearing sheer lace panties, it was pretty obvious that her hair color was
natural even before she pulled her panties down and gave us all a quick peek,"
Jill reported. "This is really beginning to sound interesting. Then what?" I
pressed. "Debbie told the guys that now it was their turn and neither of them
hesitated. As soon as their shorts were visible, us gals saw that our little
show had caused a natural reaction," Jill continued. "I looked at Jerry's bulge
and without thinking asked 'Jerry, is that real?' He suggested that I should
check to be sure." "No shit. You've always been a cheeky broad haven't you?" I
said with amusement. "Yes, and getting worse all the time," Wally, her husband,
confirmed. "I take it that you followed his suggestion," I said. "I sure did.
I've always liked seeing lumps in guys' pants and I didn't waste any time
checking this one out. I pulled down his underwear, and I got so excited when I
saw his hard cock that I just kneeled down and popped it in my mouth. At that
point I wasn't thinking anymore and I forgot completely about my husband and his
wife." "So what did Debbie do?" I asked thinking she'd get upset seeing another
woman sucking her husband's cock." "She and I were both quite surprised," Wally
replied, "and we watched for a minute or two as Jill worked on Jerry's tool. The
scene was really making me hot so I pulled my cock out of my shorts and started
jerking off. As soon as Debbie saw my erection she pounced on it and forgot all
about what my wife was doing with her husband." "Wow!" I exclaimed. "So did the
four of you end up swapping all the way then?" "Yes, and we all enjoyed it so
much that we did it pretty regularly for a couple of years," Jill replied. "Why
did you stop?" I asked. "Debbie went off the pill because they wanted to have a
baby. Obviously they also didn't want any confusion as to who the father was. To
make a long story short, after the baby she decided she didn't want to do in
anymore at all. Jerry kept after her though because he really wanted to get back
to screwing my wife, so I guess Debbie finally told him to go ahead and do it
without her," Wally explained. "In fact she got so fed up with Jerry's badgering
her that one day she called me up and said she needed a favor," Jill confided.
"When I said I'd do anything I could, she said 'well, this is a real biggie.'
She told me about Jerry's interest in resuming our 'party nights,' as we used to
call them, but that she just wasn't that interested in sex anymore. In fact, she
was sure that part of Jerry's problem was that he wasn't getting enough at home
anymore. 'I know this sounds really weird,' she said, 'but do you think you
could haul my husband's ashes once in a while? I know he would love it, and I
sure would be grateful. He's driving me nuts.'" "Jeez, I can't believe it...a
guy's wife asking another woman to have sex with her husband...now that sounds
weird...real weird," I commented. "Yes, I suppose it does now looking back at
it," Jill agreed, "but somehow at the time it made sense. I told her that I'd
have to discuss it with Wally and then I'd call her back. As soon as I mentioned
Wally, her tone changed. Suddenly she became very embarrassed and apologetic. It
was as if she'd forgotten that I was married. 'Oh, Jill,' she said, 'I'm so
sorry. I didn't think about that. I don't suppose that Wally would like that
very much, would he? I mean there isn't very much in this for him, is there?'
she realized. 'Jill...Jill...please forget I even mentioned this. I'm really
terribly sorry. I guess Jerry's constant whining has made me lose my senses.'"
"What neither Debbie nor Jill knew was that whenever the four of us got
together, I got more excited watching my wife with Jerry than I did fucking
Debbie...and that's not because Debbie was a lousy lay, because she was really
pretty good," Wally interjected. "So when Jill told me about her conversation
with Debbie, I didn't brush it off as something funny or sad like she did. I saw
this as an exciting new opportunity in our sex life. When I told her that I
thought we ought to do it, she damned near fainted from surprise." "I sure did!"
Jill exclaimed. "I couldn't believe my good fortune because I had really enjoyed
the variety of having two different sex partners, and I missed not having
Jerry's cock around to play with once in awhile. At first, though, I figured
that Wally was just going along out of some perverted sense of obligation to our
good friends. When he told me that he really got off watching me with Jerry, I
thought he was nuts...in fact I guess I still do, but I gave up trying to
analyze it a long time ago. Now I just enjoy my great fortune. I mean there
aren't many women who have complete freedom to have as many sex partners as they
wish like I do." "No, I'm sure you're right about that," I mused, "but I doubt
that many woman are really that interested in that sort of thing either. I mean
look at your friend Debbie. I'll bet she's a lot more typical as far as women's
interest in sex is concerned." "Well, you're both wrong," Wally asserted. "I
think there are lots of wives who'd love to fuck around but they've just never
had the nerve or opportunity to tell their husbands about it. That's too bad,
too, because I think there are lots of husbands like me who would really get off
on letting their wives do it...especially if they just tried it once." "Hmmm, do
you really think so, Wally?" I asked. "That sounds pretty far fetched to me. I
mean I can't really imagine Marty doing anything like that, and I don't think
I'd be all that thrilled if I found out I was wrong." "I wouldn't be so sure,"
Jill admonished me. "Remember what you said about your suspicions and what she
herself said about temptation. It sounds like you may be married to a woman
who'd love to be a slut sometimes...forgive me for saying that, but I readily
admit that's what I am sometimes, like tonight." "Yes, and remember, Ron, what
you said about your reaction when you suspected something might be going on.
Let's face it, we're all brought up to believe that married people don't act
like that. Some people are starting at least to think about other options and,
it seems, a growing number are actually doing something about it," Wally added.
"Times are changing." Our conversation about my former neighbor's lifestyle
could have gone on much longer, but the waitress finally shooed us out so she
could lock up and go home. Since it was already getting pretty late, I declined
the Matthews' invitation to join them in their room for a nightcap. I had to be
on the job by eight-fifteen or so the next morning. Besides, Jill said she was
getting pretty tired. "I can sure understand why," I replied. "That was some
workout you got tonight." "Yes, it sure was. I'd have to say it's the best one
I've had in a long time...perhaps ever, and that's because you were a part of
it," my sexy ex- neighbor said before giving me another very affectionate kiss.
"I hope we can do it again sometime." "I sure hope so too. I'm already looking
forward to it," I admitted. "So am I," Wally chimed in. "We'll be in touch now
that you're in on our little secret. Next time we can even set something up in
advance." I had a hard time sleeping that night as visions of Jill Matthews'
naked body being stuffed with cocks kept filling my head. Several times I
remember thinking that it had all been a dream. I think I had a hard-on for five
or six hours straight and I almost got up in the night to jerk off thinking that
might help me sleep. As it turned out, I'm glad I didn't. The alarm had just
gone off a little after six-thirty the next morning and I was still half asleep
when I heard a knock at my door. I couldn't imagine who it might be and assumed
it was room service coming to the wrong room. In fact I yelled "wrong room" a
couple of times but the knocking persisted. Finally I got up and peeked through
the hole. It was Jill. "What are you doing up so early?" I asked sleepily as I
opened the door. "I thought you two were going to sleep in." Jill didn't answer
as she swept past me into the room. She was wearing the raincoat that she'd worn
when she left the bar the night before. Her hair was wet and she looked like
she'd just stepped out of the shower. "Well, Wally is still in bed," she
replied, "but I decided that I couldn't let such a perfect opportunity get
away." "What opportunity?" I asked. "Were you serious last night when you said
that you've always wanted to eat me?" Jill asked with a coy smile. "Why, yes, of
course I was," I admitted as I began to get the picture. "Well, get busy then
Ron," she directed as she tossed her coat on a chair and threw herself on my
bed. She was stark naked and her hot cunt that I'd fantasized about so many
times in the past and that I'd fucked just the night before was now glistening
and open before me. "Breakfast is served," she giggled. "You'd better hurry and
eat it before it gets cold." I dove in. My tongue explored every fold and
crevice of Jill Matthews' cunt before I was finished. I don't think I've ever
spent as much time eating a woman's pussy as I did hers. I guess she enjoyed it
because she came at least once. Whenever my tongue grew tired I'd pause for a
moment or two and survey the wonderfully erotic sight of my sexy former neighbor
lying on my bed. There was something about having sex with Jill that morning
that was even more exciting than the night before. I think it was because this
time I knew who she was. Finally, just when my balls felt like they were about
to burst, Jill reached down and gently pulled on my arms. "Ron, thank you. That
was wonderful. I've never been eaten so well," Jill flattered me, "but now I
want you to fuck me. I want to feel your beautiful cock inside me and I want you
to cum in me." Just hearing her words nearly made me cum, but I held on and
crawled forward over her prostrate body until I felt the tip of my cock touch
her pussy lips. Jill forced her hand between our bodies and guided my missile to
its target. We both moaned softly when I pushed forward and slipped deep inside.
I knew immediately that this would be an even better fuck than the first because
this time her pussy was only lubricated by her own abundant juices and not by
two loads of cum that other men had left there. She also felt tighter because
she hadn't been stretched by other cocks and because my cock was harder than
ever before. It was incredibly arousing to fuck a woman that I'd always thought
of as unavailable and even forbidden. I'm not sure how long we'd been at it when
there was a knock at the door. At first I didn't hear it. I was too wrapped up
in what I was doing, but Jill thought she heard something. When I paused
momentarily in my thrusting I heard it too. "Damn!" I swore. "I wonder who that
is." "It's probably Wally," Jill replied. "He said he would stop over after we'd
time to have our fun." I got up and looked around for my pants so I could answer
the door. My hard cock waved about in the air as if it were radar seeking its
target. Jill looked at me and laughed. "Oh, don't worry about it. Just open the
door a crack and tell him to come back later," she advised. "He'll understand."
I tried to do as she suggested but as soon as I opened the door, Wally burst in.
When he saw his wife lying naked on the bed, he realized that he was early.
"Ooops, sorry," he said apologetically. "It looks like you're busy. Mind if I
just sit and watch?" he continued as he walked over to a chair and sat down.
"N...n...no, I guess not," I stammered trying to hide my surprise. I suddenly
felt very uneasy about Jill's and my nudity and its obvious implication. Wally
sensed my discomfort. "Oh, don't pay any attention to me, Ron," he said.
"Remember I've seen this before. Just go back to what you were doing. It looks
like you two have some unfinished business." I don't know how I did it, but I
was able to refocus my attention on taking care of the immediate sexual needs of
the woman on the bed...Wally's wife...and in just a few more minutes we both had
cum. By anyone's account this had been a very successful encounter in spite
of...or perhaps because of...its bizarre circumstances. When I looked up after I
caught my breath, I noticed that Wally was standing beside the bed with his
clothes off and a hard-on. "Ron, old buddy, would you mind if we used your bed
for a few more minutes while I shag my wife?" he asked. "That sounds fair," I
replied chuckling at the irony of his request. I hastily headed to my bathroom
to take a pee because my bladder felt like it was about to burst. Suddenly my
uneasiness about the bizarre twist in my relationship with the Matthews
resurfaced and, since I was already worried about being late for work, I decided
to take my shower and get ready for work while my friends played in the other
room. When I was finished, I opened the bathroom door a crack and peeked out.
Wally and Jill were gone, but there was a note lying on my bed.. "There is
something that Jill and I would like to talk with you about if you have time.
Can you join us for breakfast?" the note said. That sounded too intriguing to
pass up so I called our client's office to say I'd been detained, before calling
the Matthews' room to accept their invitation. When I finally got to work around
ten I found a message that Marty had called. I immediately called her back while
my mind conjured up an explanation for my missing her last night and being late
this morning. "I ran into a major glitch," I lied when she asked the obvious. "I
was here late last night and I worked on it in my room for a while this morning.
I think I've got it licked now though," I concluded with a self-satisfied air. I
sure wasn't about to tell her what I really did lick that morning nor could I
tell her about what Wally and Jill wanted to talk to me about over breakfast.
Wally said it was Jill's idea although Jill blamed it on Wally. Anyhow, all
three of us thought it was a good one. "We're both really pleased that the three
of us finally broke the ice," Jill explained. "We'd like to get together again
and think it would be even more fun if Marty were included." "But how can we
arrange that?" I asked thinking that Marty probably wouldn't respond well to any
direct approach from me, especially if she knew who was involved. "Well, Wally
is planning to be back in Stevensville next month. I suggested he give Marty a
call and see if he can get something going with her...that is if it's OK with
you, Ron," she explained. "You never know until you try," Wally added when he
saw my look of skepticism. "From what you've said, I'd bet that Marty can be
seduced, although it might take some patient effort. Even if I don't get that
far, I should get some idea of her interest in fucking other men." I felt a
sudden rush as he spoke. The thought of my wife acting like Jill had acted the
night before...well, perhaps not to such extreme...was growing on me. After I
spoke with my wife that morning my cock twitched and began to swell again as I
kept imagining Wally Matthews' cock slipping into her familiar hot wet pussy.
Wally was right about me being a voyeur like him. I was really beginning to hope
that Jill was right about my wife's interest as well. This past weekend Marty
said nothing about the fact that Wally had called her on Friday and that the two
of them have a dinner date set for early next week. Wally reported to me that
she sounded really glad to hear from him and that she was the one who suggested
they go to dinner rather than lunch. "That way we won't be so rushed," was her
explanation. I can't wait to find out what happens. Suddenly being on the road
has become a lot more interesting. The End!
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