Welcoming the Neighbor

Written by Tara Tainton

Friday, 17 April 2009 09:46

I just couldn’t help myself. What man could? She was so fucking hot, and she lived right next door.

Watching the neighbor through my kitchen window was my new hobby that summer. I’d actually taken up doing the dishes just for an excuse to stand by the window without raising suspicion. My wife didn’t know what to think. She teased me about my hands never touching liquid dish soap before, but she wasn’t on my back as much anymore. Everything was going smoothly, and I was settling into my horny routine. I never expected one Saturday afternoon to transform my casual pastime into my favorite full contact sport.

There she was, working her little self into a sweat while pushing her old lawnmower in those cutoff jeans squeezing her thighs and that little red bikini top. She was practically bursting out of it. I wanted to be right at her side to catch those tits for her when it happened. I watched her dark ponytail swish back and forth over her shoulders. She didn’t look a day over 20.

I was getting a hard on right there over the kitchen sink. Before I could worry about how to explain that one away, I was locked in another fantasy. I imagined that poor young thing living alone behind my house couldn’t get her lawnmower to start up again. Of course, I had to do the polite thing and walk over there to offer my assistance.

In my daydream, she was so frustrated with the machine that she didn’t even notice me drooling at the close-up view of her breasts while I bent over it. They were moist and glistening in the hot sun. A tiny trail of sweat ran down into her cleavage and disappeared. I imagined my tongue tracing that path and tasting that waterfall of sweat between her tits. She just whimpered as her breasts pressed against my cheeks and mumbled something about the coolness of my tongue feeling so good.

That was my cue. As if her asking for my help with the mower wasn’t an obvious invite. I lifted my head from her chest and proved my intention with my mouth swallowing hers. Her thin arms wrapped themselves around me instantly and she practically fell against me and my fat cock. I reached around and grabbed that ass I’d been staring at all summer long. It was just as tight as I expected.

She practically sucked on my tongue. So needy. I decided to give her just what she wanted right then and there. With one hand still squeezing her ass, I slid my fingers down the front of her tight shorts and found her pussy. It was drenched in sweat, so hot, and practically heaving at my touch. When I brushed against her clit, her knees gave way, and I had to prop her on my thigh to hold her up. I slid two fingers in her hole; this girl wasn’t going to be left unfulfilled.

My fingers delved deep into her pussy and pulled out again. I stroked her in perfect rhythm, faster and harder as she started pumping against my leg. When she came, her juices gushed over my fingers, soaking her panties and leaving my fingers dripping. Ah, the look on her face as she watched me lick my hand clean!

“What are you up to, you old devil?” Shit. My wife appeared in the kitchen to snap me out of my fantasy without any warning. She commented on my conspicuous expression and promised to nag me about it later. “I’m going out.” I heard the front door close loudly behind her. We were long past the politeness of keeping each other informed about our whereabouts.

Alone with my fantasies again, I checked up on the neighbor through the window. She was wrapping up her lawn work. My eyes followed her round ass as it bounced back into her house. I thought the fun was over. I planned on checking back in on her later until I noticed some movement behind her bedroom window.

It was mid-afternoon, and I was definitely thanking the sun for lighting my view so well. I could see well into my hot neighbor’s room through that oversized window. I was amazed that she didn’t pull the curtains closed before tugging at the strings at the back of her bikini top. The moment was too good to be true. I felt my cock hardening again as I leaned over the sink with my nose nearly pressed to the window above.

I admired her glistening, bare back as she stood in her bedroom. I prayed for her to turn around towards the window. Instead, her hands went to her shorts as she bent over to peel off the wet denim, lifting one knee at a time to free each lengthy leg. I could only see the top of her ass and those high cheeks my imagination had permanently pressed into my mind. She has those deep dimples in the small of her back that seem designed to mark where to press your thumbs as you hold her waist and take her from behind.

Only a second figure appearing in the room drew my attention from my fantasy again. I was shocked. I didn’t notice my sexy, single neighbor welcome anyone into her home just then. And she was still naked. As the figure moved towards the object of my desire and into the light, I noticed a shapely form. It had to be another woman.

I watched them embrace, like sisters or something. Yet, instead of parting, they locked lips in a full-mouthed kiss. It was one of the best days of my life, just like popping in a new porn DVD and anxiously soaking up every hot new scene. My mouth was hanging open, and my eyes were glued to the women who were suddenly pawing at each other like lesbian lovers.

Only when the joined bodies turned, I realized how familiar that second feminine backside was to me. The scene was suddenly more unreal to me than any fantasy. That couldn’t be my wife.

But it was. A clear view of her profile and short blonde hair confirmed what my mind just couldn’t grasp. That was my wife with her arms around our hot neighbor. We hadn’t even introduced ourselves yet. Well, it was suddenly obvious that my wife had. I didn’t know if I should be angry or consider myself the luckiest man on Earth. I wasn’t going to waste a single moment thinking about it.

The neighbor clutched the sides of my wife’s shirt and pulled it over her head. As the neighbor’s long fingers reached around to unfasten my wife’s plain bra, I felt my cock growing harder at the sight of the second pair of ample breasts. Two pairs of taut nipples touching each other. I had to pull my cock out of my jeans before the swelling busted my zipper. It sprung to attention, right into my sweaty palm.

I tugged myself while the ladies explored each other’s bodies right before my eyes. Delicate hands squeezed white mounds of soft flesh. I pictured my cock right there in the midst of it all with two females fighting over who would taste it first. I nearly came right then before I snapped back to reality.

I’d had enough. That was my wife. Why should she have all the fun? I wasn’t going to play the part of the third wheel. I barely managed to get my cock back in my jeans and almost ran through our joined backyards.

When I pounded on the door, it was my dark-haired neighbor that answered. She was wrapped in a towel like nothing was going on, but I think it was the look on my face that made it clear why I was suddenly meeting her for the first time. She smiled innocently. “John! How nice it is to finally meet you. You look upset. Why don’t you come in?” When I entered the living room, my wife was standing right there. She didn’t say a word. Seeing her pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment gave me a lot of satisfaction.

It was our neighbor who broke the ice by dropping her towel to the floor. My wife still said nothing as I eagerly scanned my first full frontal view of our exotic looking neighbor. She wore her full breasts proudly and sported a cleanly shaved pussy just like I’d imagined. The naked woman before me glanced at my wife and I and confidently smiled again. “I’m glad we could all finally get together.”

I couldn’t move, but my newly introduced neighbor took charge. She walked towards me and firmly grabbed the bulge in my jeans. I was rock hard instantly. I looked at my wife, but she only stood there as if she’d expected that very scene to take place.

Before I could make a move of my own, our neighbor had my cock pulled out of my jeans and her long fingers wrapped around it. She held it like she was already familiar with it, and squeezed as she began to stroke it with her soft hand. I just stared at my cock in disbelief, amazed at how easy it was for me to adjust to living out my long-time fantasy.

Our neighbor knelt down, and touched her full lips to my stiff cock without her manual strokes missing a beat. I couldn’t believe how wonderful her mouth felt as I slipped right into it. So warm and wet. She slid that wide mouth smeared with lipstick right down to the base of my cock and back again as if she’d been starved for cock for a long, long time. She lapped at me like my hard on was her favorite meal.

No one’s ever sucked me like that before. She took me completely into her mouth, swirling her warm tongue all around, and gently twisted her hold on my shaft. I squeezed my eyes shut, concentrating on what felt like so many hands working on me all at once. I couldn’t help moaning as I gave in to her expert devotion to my cock.

When I opened my eyes again, my wife was kneeling behind our neighbor on the floor. The brunette sucking my cock was lifting her ass to the blonde’s kisses. I watched my wife lick and finger that gorgeous female ass and nearly fainted. When she dove in with her tongue and inserted a finger into the pussy pressing at her chin, our neighbor cried out. The scream sent vibrations over my cock and I pulled out just in time to lose my wad over that mane of dark hair. All while my wife was watching.

I had the hardest, longest orgasm of my life. That’s when I realized I like being watched as much as I like to watch.

The rest was like a dream-come-true. It was a dream-come-true. The three of us dropped our clothes and tangled our bodies together right there on the living room floor. Hours passed until we wore ourselves out completely. We’d all finally introduced ourselves properly; and like good neighbors, we kept each other entertained all summer long.