Neighborly Relations Pt. 02

"Of course, dear, but what about work tomorrow? Daryl owns the place so he can go in when he wants, but John can't, can he?"

"They've got them working three quarter time. He doesn't go in tomorrow at all."

"Oh, well that's easy then, isn't it? Come on over at six and we'll have a light supper and then see what happens. Tell your sitter you'll be home about, what, midnight, I suppose."

"Oh, yes, yes, we'll see you at six."

Jenny sat back with a smile after hanging up the phone. All right then, she'd have to vacuum and dust, change the bedding, and throw a couple old comforters over the couch and loveseat. She'd have to make something to eat, of course. Nothing too heavy, because she didn't want to slow anybody down. Oh, she'd have to call Daryl, too. He'd want to come home early to shower and take a boner pill.

So much to do; so little time; so very much to look forward too. It was just too bad Patty and Emily couldn't have been involved, too.

CHAPTER SIX, The Sex Party

The Carters arrived at ten minutes after six and were standing nervously on the step holding a bottle of wine when Jenny answered the door. She took the bottle and kissed John quickly on the lips, saying, "Thank you, dear, now come on in and get comfortable."

It didn't appear that John could ever possibly be comfortable, but Terry led him in with enthusiasm enough for both of them. "Hi, Daryl," she called out.

"Hi. You guys just kick off your shoes and come on in, okay? Jenny's got some food laid out in the dining room." He motioned them into the other room. "So, John, did your wife have to twist your arm to convince you, or what?"

"Oh, no, he's all for it," Terry said, quickly.

Daryl grinned. "No, I can see that he's looking for an exit right now," he said as they entered the dining room where a sandwich platter was laid out.

"Nothing fancy," Jenny said, moving quickly to bring glasses from the china cabinet over to the table. She was wearing a loose blouse that flowed back against her breasts when she walked quickly, and a pair of casual slacks without shoes. "Just sandwiches. We learned years ago . . ."

"By trial and error," Daryl put in, pouring some of the wine into glasses.

"Exactly," Jenny continued. "We learned that a big meal is a disaster. Everybody wants to fall asleep. No, it's best to eat light and nibble later. Dig in."

Everyone filled a plate, the Carters taking their lead from the Petersons as to how many sandwiches to consume.

"John isn't sure about all of this," Daryl said, smiling at the man seated across the table from him. "I don't blame him." He raised his finger up to stop Terry from speaking just then. "If you guys want to go home now, that's fine. I mean, you've got to be at ease to do this sort of thing. Gotta be eager. Now, I can see that Terry is eager as hell. But what about you, John? What do you want to do tonight?"

John swallowed his sandwich and then sipped a bit of wine before glancing lovingly at his wife. "I want Terry to be happy," he said.

"Okay, we both want our wives to be happy, but what about you? What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, really," he said earnestly, his angular face locked in thought. "This is like a fantasy. I mean, I won't pretend that I haven't thought of something like this from time when I mast . . . from time to time."

"When jerking off," Daryl said, helping out.

John blushed, smiling. "Yeah. I've imagined threesomes, orgies, and bondage, whatever. I thought it was just freaky stuff that would never happen. Suddenly, here we are."

"We are taking advantage of you guys in a way," Jenny said, then. "I mean, your wife is hormonal as hell and really susceptible to offers like this. Some women slam their legs shut when they're pregnant and others want to open them all the time."

"Hey, now," Terry cut in. "I'm not susceptible. I'm horny."

"So, have you imagined watching your wife get screwed?" Daryl asked John over his wine. "Imagined someone really slamming home inside her cute little cunt? Ever think about watching men coat her face with cum?"

John swallowed hard, giving his wife a nervous glance. "Yes, I have," he admitted. "I've imagined it with several co-workers over time, but I never had the nerve to admit it. You see, it's not that I mind seeing her get laid, because I feel pretty certain that she loves you. But, it's just that I, I'm . . ." He stopped, a look of chagrin twisting his features.

"Oh, honey," Terry said sweetly and reached out to grasp his hand. "You don't have to worry. You'll see that you're not, you know, at all."

"Oh, I see, you're shy about being naked in front of us," Jenny said. "I'll take you in a dark bedroom, if that's the problem."

John swallowed, relaxing a bit, and then finished his wine. After a moment, he nodded his head and said, "Daryl, how long is your cock?"

"Eight inches," Jenny said proudly. "Circumcised."

"I'm not so long," John said, and then continued bravely. "Six inches. Maybe six and an eighth depending on how you measure it. I just, well, I remember how all the guys in the showers in high school were bigger than me. All of them." He smiled sheepishly. "I'm afraid it's something that stayed with me."

"Shit man, that's nothing to worry about," Daryl said. "Six inches isn't small at all. There are plenty of men with bigger cocks that I have and it doesn't bother me. Ya just gotta know how to use it. Right?"

"And he sure does," Terry put in, finishing her sandwich.

"Okay," Jenny said after they'd all eaten their fill. "Let's go out to the living room and play a little game. "Honey, get another bottle of wine while we're at it." She led the way with a little dancing motion and then turned in the center of the floor. "Now I'm cheating because I'm practically naked already, but you won't hold that against me, will you?"

"Hell no," Daryl said, bringing the wine and a spinner from an old Twister game. "We could play strip poker, but that takes too long. What we'll do instead is pick a color. Starting with Terry, since she's a guest, we will spin the spinner and the color it points to has to take off one article of clothing. Then the person whose color got picked spins and so forth. If you spin to your own color, you spin again. Got it?"

"You've played this before," Terry said, excitement coloring her voice. She couldn't wait to reveal herself to everyone and hoped it would hit nothing but her color.

"You bet. Many times," Daryl said. "Everybody sit on the floor and Terry will give it a spin."

The sight of four adults sitting around a multicolored square of cardboard with an arrow in the center might have been comical another time, but not tonight. Both Daryl and John had to shift themselves a couple times to find a comfortable position for their boners as they sat on the floor, and the women seemed ready to burst from excitement.

Terry spun and hit her husband's color. "Sorry dear." John took off a stocking, shrugging as he took over the spinner. He hit Jenny's color and she laughed with glee as she pulled her blouse over her head and revealed her massive breasts.

"Look on these tits with lust and wonder all who dare," she said, like a player in a bad melodrama. "Oh, shut up and spin," said her laughing husband. When she did so, it was to hit Daryl's color, and he removed his belt, since he wasn't wearing socks.

Daryl spun John again, who removed a stocking and promptly spun Daryl's color. Daryl took off his shirt and sat in slacks and tee shirt.

"What's wrong with my color?" Terry pleaded. "What's a girl got to do to get naked around this joint?"

"Patience," Daryl said, spinning Jenny's color.

Jenny stood and dropped her pants, revealing a pair of translucent pink underwear. She turned and moved her butt in an undulating motion, saying, "Look at that fat ass, won't ya? Boy does my husband like plowing in there. Spanking it, squeezing it, doing the dirty. This is an ass for all occasions."

"Spin the arrow," Terry and Daryl shouted out together.

This time, it hit Terry's color and she pulled her own blouse off, saying, "If I knew we'd be doing this I would have worn less clothing."

John was staring at Jenny's breasts by then, and took little notice of his wife beginning to expose herself. Jenny figured that her little theatrics had gotten his attention, so maybe he'd loosen up a bit.

The game progressed, with Jenny naked well before the rest of them. This was by design, of course, because the naked people had to keep playing by taking dares from who ever spun their color. She and Daryl had thought it best to make sure one of them led the way, and since straight men don't get turned on by naked men, it was up to Jenny to be the leader.

"Masturbate for thirty seconds," Daryl said when he spun her color. Jenny promptly sat back and did so while John licked his lips and stared. When Jenny spun, it was John's color, and he removed his shirt. He wasn't wearing a tee shirt and may have regretted that decision now. He spun his wife's color, and she removed her bra. Terry spun Jenny's color and said, "Suck my tit for thirty seconds."

There it was. Contact. John and Daryl both watched with close attention as Jenny eagerly suckled at Terry's right breast. The left one began leaking milk in sympathy as she did so. It was more than a minute before Daryl thought to call, "Time up."

The spin went around and around until John was in his underwear, Daryl was in underwear and pants, and Terry was down to her sheer panties. Everyone could appreciate how wet the crotch of those panties was, and everyone wanted a look past them.

John spun Daryl's color and brought him to the same level of clothing. He couldn't help but look at the tent Daryl's cock was making in his shorts but resolved to ignore it. He was into it now. He wanted to continue. And he wanted to get at the voluptuous brunette seated to his right.

Daryl spun Jenny's color, and he looked across at John and winked. "If John is willing, I want to see him eat you out for a minute. Let John eat you out, honey."

Jenny slid forward to lie in the center of the group. "Come on, boy, you want a taste?"

John's heart was pounding so hard that he thought it was going to explode from his chest as he knelt before the older woman's shaved pussy. The musky scent filled his head, and the sight of her substantial clit poking past its hood had him feeling more than rock hard just then. He felt Terry's hand on his back as she leaned over to look. "Go on, honey, don't be shy," she said. He used his thumbs to open her and lowered his mouth to taste her honey, lapping up and around her clit and provoking a sharp, excited reaction. "Wow, I guess I'm ready to go," Jenny said, digging her fingers into John's hair.

John slipped two fingers into her pussy, rubbing the tips up over her G spot as he sucked her clit gently between his lips. Jenny reacted with a shivering orgasm that bucked her up against him and left her quivering. When he sat back, Terry was looking at him with a lusty smile on her face. She leaned forward and kissed him and then licked at the womanly juices around his lips.

"Hey now," Jenny said, still breathing hard. "My turn to spin."

And then Terry was naked. She spun her own color twice before spinning her husband's color. "Take it off, baby," she said. "Let's get that ram rod out into the light."

John felt as though his cock really was a ramrod just then, and it sure looked it. "Beauty," Jenny said. "I wanna suck it." John smiled, feeling quite good about himself just then. But, of course, he hadn't seen Daryl's cock yet, had he?

He spun his wife's color and commanded her to suck Jenny's breasts for a minute. She complied with lusty abandon, though she cheated a bit by slipping a finger into Jenny's pussy at the same time. John didn't think the infraction was anything special, but Daryl called out, "Cheater! Nobody said to touch her pussy. It's spanking time."

"What?" Terry said, shocked. "I didn't hear that rule."

"It's the secret rule," Daryl said. "John spun the color, so he gets to spank your ass as hard as he wants to. Five swats."

"Oh, you're evil," Terry laughed, but she knelt on the floor on her knees and elbows and waited. "Come on, honey, I've been bad."

John stood beside her and swatted her butt lightly. Everyone, including Terry, booed his effort. "That's not even a love tap," Daryl said. "Do you want me to do it?"

John spanked her again, harder, and Terry said, "Did you do anything yet?" So he hit her harder still, and Terry laughed. The last two swats were delivered with as much force as he could muster, and they left both her bottom and the palm of his hand glowing red.

"Wow," Terry said, rising to her knees. "That was really something dear. I never thought I'd like to get whacked that hard."

"Did I hurt you?"

"Enough small talk," Daryl broke in. "Spin it, Terry."

"Oh, Daryl, just take off your shorts," Jenny said, laughing. "I want to get laid!"

When he did reveal himself, John felt that he had been an idiot for being worried at all. A cock was a cock, after all.

#

The movement of their bodies was fascinating to John Carter. He watched Terry sliding her large belly and pendulous breasts down over Daryl's rigid cock and moving until the hard member slipped into her mouth as though it was designed to be there. And, even as he watched his wife, Jenny Peterson was moving on him in a reverse pattern. His cock emerged from her sucking lips and trailed down over her chin and neck as she moved up on him, pausing to press her breasts in against his cock and then continuing upward to bring her lips to his as his cock was magically engulfed in her hot, musky womanhood. And then she moved herself on him, sliding her hips backward and forward rather than up and down as she alternated between kissing him and giving him her breasts to devour.

Then Terry was on her back and Daryl had lifted her hips up to meet his lips, sucking, nibbling, licking her to a lusty orgasm as she grasped behind her, trying to find the dick that was somewhere down there, behind her if she could just see where it was. But no, she was blind to anything but the orgasm. Just the sensation, all sensation, overwhelming and intense.

Jenny rode John's cock and leaned over to suckle at Terry's flowing teat as her husband screwed the pregnant woman carefully but expertly and then lowered his mouth to Terry's other breast to taste her bounty. John watched with a sense of wonder at the strange thrill and beauty of the world. His cock was poised on the edge of an explosive release as he watched his wife lie senseless in the throes of what seemed to be a never ending orgasm. His cock was being clenched by the moving heaven of the woman above him even as she drank from his wife's breast, milk running down Terry's side to the comforter that had been spread out on the floor. It was all too much to realize that another man was deep in Terry's pussy now, a man who was also drinking his fill. It so strange. So wonderful.

It was wonderful because of the fact was that he was content to make Terry happy in any way he could, and he knew that their love was strong enough to survive. Their love was so strong, in fact, that he could allow himself to take pleasure here, too. He had been afraid that he would be the one to be overwhelmed and stray from his marriage. He had been afraid of his own weakness. But there was no weakness when they experienced it together. There was only the intense pleasure that soon overcame him and milked a spurting reaction from his rigid dick.

"Oh, Holy God!" he cried out as Jenny moved on him, tightening, moving, sending him into an overdrive of orgasm. When she'd drained him, he felt as though he might pass out. All he could do was lie there when Jenny moved over to straddle Terry's head and lower her cum filled cunt onto her lips.

As Terry licked her pussy, Jenny took her husband's dick in hand and sucked him until he blew a load that Jenny used to coat Terry's firm, round belly. She smoothed the cum in like lotion, a glistening sheen of ejaculate, and then she stopped, tightening her thighs, gasping and finally collapsing to the side in joyous orgasm.

#

There was a break for wine and cheese and laughing conversation naked at the dining room table. And then they retired to the king size bed where they moved together in a group. Three of them would take one woman over the edge of orgasm and then switch to do the same on the other women. And then John found himself being pushed down, one of Terry's milky breasts lowered to his mouth as Jenny began sucking his cock. He was aware at one point that Daryl was stroking his cock forcefully while his wife sucked its purple head, lapping it with her tongue. Later he returned the favor, marveling at how natural it all seemed.

It was natural enough for both men to cum three times that night. A personal record, John thought. A personal delight. And Terry, the woman who had pleaded to make this night come true, lay happily in a daze with both men's cum spattered on her breasts and face.

I hope we can keep doing this forever, she thought. For ever and ever.

Jenny shared her desire, but was also trying to think of a way to expand the group. There were so many more cocks to be had, after all. So many more warm pussies. There had to be some way to really get to know all of her neighbors.