I GAVE SEX LESSONS TO A NEIGHBOUR
written by:
Jillbaby

I GAVE SEX LESSONS TO A NEIGHBOUR

Copyright - 2011 - by Jillbaby

They talk about the earth rocking when you have an orgasm. Well it isn't rocking for me - but my bed certainly is, as I writhe and jerk in the throes of my climax.

I am in bed with my skilled lover Craig and I know that I can expect to cum at least once more. This guy certainly knows his stuff and can play my sensitive body like a musical instrument. He strokes my hair soothingly as I recover, taking his time as ever. My fingers hold his hot hard cock appreciatively.

When I am ready, he guides me to a kneeling position over his chest and I shuffle forward until I can lower my pussy to his face. I grip the headboard for support and he smiles up at me,

"Watch baby and see how much I enjoy the taste of you."

I look down as he opens his mouth and closes it around both of my outer lips, sucking them gently, stimulating the tissues, and making them swell.

"Mmmmm . . ." I groan and arch my back, pushing against his face.

He holds my pussy lips in his mouth and brushes his tongue up and down the slit between the lips, stopping just below my clit. He repeats the action, feeling me shudder with anticipation each time he gets near. But he is not going to bring me off again just yet.

He plays with me, making me swing my hips back and forth, to try to capture the elusive dancing tongue. As a fresh wave of arousal builds, his tongue thrusts into my heat, scooping up and sucking my juices into his mouth.

When my body starts to tremble he alternates between flicking my clit and enjoying the tartness of my fluids as he laps at my leaking opening. Then I shudder as he focuses on my clit, gently sucking as it swells and throbs,

"Oh fuck yes . . . that's it . . . oh you're killing me . . . oh don't stop . . . please don't stop."

As ever, he senses when my climax is ready to build. My body trembles, and ripples run down my thighs. I scarcely hear his words through the pounding in my ears,

"Slide back and let me inside you," he murmurs.

Scarcely able to move, I feel his arms ease me back over him to his waiting cock. I shuffle my knees back down each side of his body until I'm poised above his groin. As I begin to lower myself, he moves his hands to my breasts, rolling my nipples, pulling on them.

I reach down to flex his stiff shaft and guide the head of his cock to my slippery opening, impaling myself inch by inch. I am so close to cumming that the muscles in my belly tremble.

"Oh Jill, your cunt's so tight. Take me in . . . that's it . . . take all you want," Craig whispers as another inch slides inside me.

I ease back up until only the ridge of the head is gripped by my pussy-ring, and then I slide down and take all of him. As I relax for a second, his pubes tickle the insides of my thighs. Then I'm moving up and down, sliding back and forth and leaning forward to take in all of his length.

My movements become faster and jerkier as I fuck him, grinding my hips desperately. The bed sways as I grip the headboard for leverage. My head swings from side to side, and my long brown hair lashes his face. He moves his hands from my breasts to my hips to steady my lunges on his cock.

Fingers stroke across my sweating belly and search for my clit. When they touch it I start to cum at once. He feels my climax begin as I move my hips in a circle grinding against him.

Then he takes over. He braces his legs, raises his hips, and thrusts up into me, seeking his own release. Faster and faster he moves, gritting his teeth, and grunting with his efforts.

My second orgasm finally develops full momentum and just as the wave of pleasure is rushing towards me, he explodes. It's like riding a horse as he bucks up again and again and his hot semen squirts into me and floods my cervix. The sensation of warmth is the final stimulus as I cum violently, my cunt muscles contracting; squeezing and draining him.

Spent, barely able to breathe, I collapse against Craig and lie flat on his chest as his cum runs out of me, trickling down his cock. He puts his arms around me, holding me gently, one of his hands at the back of my head as I quiver and relax. Another wonderful fuck is over.

When I had finally recovered, I rolled off, and punched his arm playfully,

"I hope you weren't thinking of gorgeous Julie next door while we did that," I joked.

He grinned,

"Now that would be telling."

At that time, I was twenty-five and working as a model in the adult industry. Due to irregular hours of work, depending on photo schedules, I was often at home in the morning. So when the flat next door changed hands I was available to welcome my new neighbours on the morning they moved in.

They were a young recently married couple called Julie and Steve. They had moved from the other end of the country when Steve's father who was also his employer, opened a new branch in London.

Julie was looking for a job, and so was often at home all day. Being new to the city, she had no friends nearby and was very glad of my company and advice on tradesmen etc. She was only eighteen and Steve was just a year older, so it had been due to the generosity of his rich father that they had been able to take the flat. I got on well with Julie and we established a routine of having morning coffee and sometimes lunch together, when I was at home.

Julie had an oval face which, I suppose some people would unkindly describe as plain. With her button nose and little cupid bow mouth, it lacked any striking features. Her eyes were a rather pale blue, she seldom used makeup and her dark blond hair was usually scraped back in a ponytail.

However as if nature wanted to compensate, she had a drop-dead sexy figure. Her narrow waist, swelled out over curved hips and she had a lovely firm, rounded ass. Her long shapely legs made her seem taller than her five foot seven, especially when she wore tight jeans or a mini skirt. Her breasts were on the large side, but they were high and firm, with just a hint of weight and bounce.

Also, she had a husky and curiously erotic tone to her voice, which to my dirty mind, seemed to be inviting sex even during a perfectly normal conversation. If she does that to me, I thought when first meeting her, God knows what she does to men.

I learned that Julie had led a sheltered life with strict parents and that she and Steve had met through their church. She was very sweet, although rather meek and unassuming, and seemed totally unaware of the sexual attraction of her body. In fact, she was very shy with any men who spoke to us when we were out together.

I was convinced that she had never properly viewed herself from the rear while wearing the close-fitting jeans she liked. When we went shopping at the local supermarket, I observed men eying up the firm cheeks of her lovely butt as she leaned forward to fill her grocery cart. It was as if she wanted to rebel and wear clothes that her parents would have disapproved of; but she didn't quite understand how sexy they looked on her luscious body.

Julie had looked shocked when I told her about my job in the adult industry. However, after we got to know each other, she began to show a keen interest in what I did and expressed curiosity about my sexual experiences. Although it was clear that at first she found it difficult to talk about the subject, I seem to be the kind of person that people feel able to confide in. As we talked, I soon formed the impression that she was sexually inexperienced and somewhat naive.

This was confirmed when she told me that Steve was the first man that she had full intercourse with, although she had "fooled around" with one or two others before then. As we got to know each other, I found that she was very curious about what kind of sexual techniques other married couples used. She asked lots of questions but tended to look embarrassed and change the subject if I asked about her own sex life in her six-months-old marriage.

After we had been friends for over a month or so, she insisted on treating me to dinner at a restaurant one evening, to thank me for the help I had been giving her since she moved in.

It was arranged for my boyfriend Craig to go out for a drink with her husband while we were at dinner. The four of us had been together for drinks a few times and the two men seemed very compatible. However, she was strangely insistent that the men shouldn't join us on that evening.

Julie gulped a lot of wine during the meal, and I felt that she was plucking up courage to discuss something with me. Eventually, when coffee had been served, Julie nervously started to ask questions about my sex life with Craig, but in a vague, non-specific way. Eventually, she got to the point,

"Jill, do you . . ." she blushed. "Do you . . . do you have an orgasm every time you have sex with Craig?"

"Yes, I do," I replied. "I'm lucky that way, I guess . . . but a lot depends on the man too."

In the silence that followed, I waited a moment or two before asking gently,

"How about you, Julie?"

She looked down,

"Well . . . well . . . not every time."

Then, after a pause, she blurted out,

"Well hardly ever . . ."

She covered her eyes with a hand and I reached out to comfort her.

"Why don't we go back to my flat, and we can talk about?" I suggested.

Julie looked up and the tiny tears in her eyes sparkled as she smiled gratefully.

Tactfully I changed the subject as we awaited the bill, and half an hour later we were enjoying a drink in my flat. She didn't bother checking to see if her husband had returned from his drink with Craig.

She poured her heart out to me. Her problem was one I had heard many times - sexual dissatisfaction, and an inability to discuss it with her husband.

She explained that she was still nervous about sex. She wanted to enjoy it and to please her husband. Her first orgasm with a man had been with Steve. However, she had enjoyed only a few in the six months they had been married.

She felt that Steve wasn't arousing her properly before having sex. When she didn't respond enthusiastically, he blamed it on her and was becoming dissatisfied. In fact ,when they had an argument recently, he had accused her of being frigid.

I knew that's how it got worse. The woman worries; gets nervous and becomes even less responsive; the husband gets angry, and so a vicious circle is formed.

I enquired if either of them gave oral sex, and she looked shocked and shook her head with distaste. She gave the same reaction when I asked if they watched porn videos.

That "vanilla" sex life may sound unlikely in this day and age, but believe me it goes on a lot more than people admit. It's one of those well-kept secrets that the people involved can't bring themselves to discuss - sometimes not even with their partner.

To my embarrassment, Julie started to cry,

"I'm worried that Steve will look for another woman," she sobbed. "I'm desperate to find some way of improving our sex."

She was convinced that Steve didn't find her sexy enough and it was affecting her confidence. However, I suspected that perhaps her prudish upbringing was making her prevent him from doing some of the things that could arouse them both. She could be sending out the wrong body language to him. Of course, it was probable that he was relatively inexperienced also.

When I went on to probe about how they made love, I learned that Steve never bothered to stroke her clit or spend much time on foreplay. She did say that he liked to stroke and suck her big breasts for a minute or two, but he was a bit rough and it didn't arouse her properly. It seemed that although they fucked several times a week, it was just a quick "wham-bam, thank you Ma'am."

I asked her if she masturbated and she went red, obviously feeling guilty at doing something wrong.

"I do sometimes . . ." she admitted hesitantly, "but I find it difficult to get off and usually fail."

"Do you use a vibrator?" I asked, and she shook her head in horror at the idea.

Julie was just starting to ask me if I had any suggestions, when there was a knock at the door and we heard Steve's voice.

"Don't worry," I murmured. "You were right to discuss it with me. We'll have another good chat tomorrow morning. Come around for coffee."

Then on a sudden impulse, I asked her to wait. I dashed through to my bedroom and grabbed an old plastic vibrator that I kept as a spare, having moved on to my silicon vibrating dildo. After checking that the vibe's battery was working, I wrapped a silk scarf around it and when I returned to the living room, I slipped it into Julie's purse.

When she looked at me in surprise, I whispered,

"Please try this tomorrow morning when Steve goes to work. Don't be afraid of it . . . you might get a nice surprise, and it might help to make you more horny for him.

With a whispered thank you, Julie went to join her husband and I closed the door. Craig didn't live with me and he would have returned to his own flat, as it was very late.

I was getting ready for bed when the phone rang. To my surprise, it was Craig eager to tell me what he and Steve had talked about that evening. He explained that Steve had opened up about the sex in his marriage. It started when he told Craig how lucky he was to have a porn model for a girlfriend. He had gone on to moan about Julie's lack of enthusiasm for sex, and about the things that he would like to do with her.

Craig's voice climbed a notch,

"Well apart from the usual things like wanting her to suck his cock . . . wait until you hear this. His favourite fantasy is to have a threesome with Julie and another woman. He reckons that he would be jealous of another man, but not of a woman."

My brain raced. On the face of it seemed too much of a coincidence that they would both talk about their marriage on the same night and it looked as if they might have set it up. But then I recalled Julie's genuine embarrassment and I was sure that she wouldn't have wanted her husband to talk about them to a comparative stranger.

I decided, for the time being, not to tell Craig about my talk with her, and after thanking him for his news, we hung up.

I was at home the following morning and when the doorbell rang, I looked at my watch in surprise. It was too early for Julie's normal visit for coffee, but when I opened the door there she was.

Her tied-back hair looked damp; her face looked shiny-fresh from a shower and she was beaming with pleasure. Her normally dull eyes had a sparkle and there was colour in her cheeks. As usual she was dressed in one of the casual white tops which always looked a size too small for her ripe breasts, and a pair of hip-hugging red slacks. As I put on the kettle, she followed me into the kitchen, obviously desperate to talk.

"Jill . . . I used that vibrator you gave me. It was amazing. I've never had an orgasm like it," she announced breathlessly.

I smiled with pleasure at her happiness,

"So you managed to use it all right then?"

With her first burst of enthusiasm spent, Julie's natural shyness returned. Looking embarrassed she nodded and returned to the living room. When the coffee was ready we sat down together.

"Come on Julie . . . I want to hear all about it."

"Oh . . . I couldn't," she stammered, but I could see that she was bursting to share with me.

To give her time, I asked if Steve had enjoyed his night out. From the way that she responded, I knew that he hadn't told her about his revelations to Craig.

Secrets, secrets; I wondered when she would be able to tell her husband about the vibe.

Eventually she relaxed and I began to coax from her the details about her masturbation. I assured her that it was nothing to be ashamed off and that I did it nearly every day.

"Do you really?" she asked in surprise, her eyes widening at my frankness.

"Ohh, that reminds me," she continued.

She reached into her purse and took out what was clearly the vibe I had given her, still wrapped in my scarf. I made a quick decision and asked her to wait a moment. When I brought my big flesh-coloured, jelly dildo back with me, her mouth fell open.

"You can keep the one I gave you Julie, at least until you find a better one. Have a look at mine," and I handed it to her.

Her cheeks went scarlet as she gingerly ran her fingers over the raised veins on the very realistic eight-inch dildo, and around the ridge of the sculpted head.

"See how real it feels," I encouraged and she wrapped her fingers around the five-inch girth to flex the springy shaft.

"Ohh . . . it's . . . it's big isn't it," she muttered.

"A big bigger than some men," I acknowledged, "but it fits in nicely . . . believe me. "Now tell me how you got on this morning."

She started hesitantly, but encouraged by my own honesty, she began to describe her first experience of a vibrator.

As soon as she heard Steve leave, she took off her nightgown and took the vibe from her purse. Lying naked in bed, she turned on the vibrator and after testing the power of the settings on her fingers, she brought it up to a breast and held it against the nipple and areola. She shivered with surprise at the erotic shock which ran to her clit as the nipple slowly stiffened and tightened. Gripping the aroused nipple with her free fingers, she did the same to the other breast, marvelling at how excited she was beginning to feel.

"You have lovely breasts," I found myself saying for some reason.

I could see the outline of her big round nipples through her thin bra, and knew that her memories of a few hours ago were arousing her. In her innocence, she wouldn't realise that what she was telling me was like cyber sex and I felt my pussy moistening as her enthusiasm took her into graphic details.

Feeling hornier, she had moved the vibrator down between her thighs, feeling its throbbing along the line of her lips as she moved it up and down. Her arousal juices had seeped out and she felt a trickle down her inner thigh.

"I was amazed at how wet I was," Julie told me. "I don't usually get wet like that with Steve."

Then she had slowly inserted a finger inside her pussy, turned the vibrator up a notch and ran it around the bulge of her clit. I felt my own clit strain against my thong and wished that I could be doing what she was describing. I noticed that without realising it, her fingers were caressing my dildo which she had forgotten to hand back.

When she reached the explanation of how she had plucked up the courage to ease the vibe into the first inch of her pussy while replacing it on her clit with her fingers, I found myself staring in fascination at her big high breasts as they rose and fell with the excitement of her account.

Since I have no interest in trying to get off with women, I don't consider myself to be truly bi-sexual (although I often wonder.) Certainly, in the past I have enjoyed casual sex with an attractive woman when the situation arose. Usually that happens when another man or men are also involved. However, that doesn't stop me admiring the beauty in women's bodies.

"Finally, I managed to slide it in all the way," Julie continued, still seemingly amazed at her daring. "I spread my legs and opened myself wide as I slid it in and out with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other . . . the vibe felt a bit hard though" she added.

"Ahh, you want a silicone one like the one you're holding," I told her, and she looked down guiltily at the way her fingers were gripping the dildo.

When she handed it back to me, I felt like pushing it under my skirt and onto my clit. I was surprised at how the simple story was turning me on, but I reasoned that it was her inexperience and the novelty of her first-time vibe-play that was exciting.

Finally, Julie described how she writhed with pleasure as her masturbation went on and on - much longer than the quick fucks she was used to from her husband.

"It was great to have it last so long," she declared in wonder. "That gave me time to really get turned on and the combination of vibe and finger worked so well. I thought my head was going to explode when I came - the best ever."

There was silence while I thought.

"Julie, why not tell Steve about the vibe and ask him to use it on you? Surely that would be good for both of you."

She stared at me for a moment.

"Ohh, I couldn't . . . I just couldn't. He would think it was an insult to him and that I was kinky."

"Why should he? Lots of women use them. In fact, their husbands join in too sometimes. Look . . . if you like I could ask Craig to have a word with him about it . . . if that would help. And also give him some tips on getting women aroused."

Her pale face reddened again, as she considered my offer.

"Maybe . . . maybe if he also explained that you use one a lot . . . she said. "I know he admires you for . . . you know . . . for doing what you do at work."

"Sure, no problem, Julie, I'll ask Craig to get in touch with Steve and prepare him for that conversation you need to have with him."

She returned the scarf; put the vibe back into her purse and left. I phoned Craig at his work, told him about my conversation with Julie and what we wanted him to do. He was quite amused by it, and I had to scold him for chuckling at Julie's late discovery of vibes. However, he suggested that Julie and I go out for a drink on the following evening and he would arrange to visit Craig at their flat.

"I might even take him one of my DVD's of a woman masturbating," he laughed.

"Just make sure it isn't one of me," I told him.

"Now there's an idea," he chuckled. "I would enjoy making him even more jealous."

"Oh fuck off Craig," I laughed and put the phone down. But the cheeky suggestion had made my nipples pucker.

I then phoned Julie and she was happy with the arrangements. Afterwards I asked myself why I was getting so involved. I had plenty of other things to keep me occupied. I'm no marriage counsellor, and have been through a divorce myself. But I do know a hell of a lot about sex in relationships and I've experienced just about every kind of action you can get with both men and women.

I tried unsuccessfully to convince myself that I was just being a Good Samaritan. But although I genuinely wanted to help, I had to admit that the situation was turning me on. It seems that I just can't resist getting involved whenever sex crops up.

When Craig arrived the following evening, he went in to join Steve. I collected Julie and we went to a nice bar at a nearby hotel. I carefully didn't ask her if she had tried the toy again, but after a while, she told me with a proud grin that she had enjoyed another lovely orgasm that morning. I told her that there was obviously nothing wrong with her. She just needed to relax and her body required the right treatment.

Maybe all the excitement had been too much for her, because suddenly she complained of a headache and we headed back home after just a couple of drinks. When we got to her flat she said that she would just say goodnight to the men and go straight to bed, so we parted and I went into my own flat.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I opened the door to find Julie looking distressed. She came in, sat down with a puzzled expression on her face and started to explain.

She had intended to go straight to bed and leave the men to talk, but she heard strange sounds and thought it must be the TV. Curious, she went to the living room and peeped around the door which was ajar.

Her eyes were wide as she told me what she saw the men watching.

"It must have been a DVD and there were two women and a man on the screen. The women were . . . they were . . . one had her fingers in the other's pussy while that one pushed a dildo like yours into her."

Julie paused, clearly in shock at what she had seen,

"And even worse . . . the man had his cock in the mouth of one of the women."

She shook her head,

"How could women do that . . . and why does Steve want to watch stuff like that?"

"Did you say anything to him?"

She shook her head,

"No, they didn't see or hear me, so I came straight to you."

Something snapped in me despite all my sympathy for Julie. Her whimpering, prudish complaints suddenly irritated me. All at once she seemed just like a spoiled little girl, wanting everything her own way. Everybody had to fit into her views of behaviour, it seemed.

"Okay, Julie . . . sit back and listen," I commanded.

"It's time you grew up and got real about sex. You and Steve are going to have to be honest with each other about what you both want. Never mind what you've been told by others. What matters is what you two want to do. Now if you want a good sexual relationship you will have to come to an agreement about what things are acceptable to both of you. If not then the marriage is in danger."

I stopped for breath surprised at my outburst. Julie had gone white as she stared at me, but I decided to get it all off my chest; she could take it or leave it. I went on to tell her that she should at least try some things with an open mind, pointing out her discovery of pleasure from a vibe.

"As regards the action on that DVD you glimpsed. I might as well tell you that's one of the things your husband wants to do with you."

I paused,

"And that includes sucking his cock!" I added dramatically.

Tears welled up in Julie's eyes, and I suddenly felt guilty. I moved to sit beside her on the sofa and put my arms around her.

"There's nothing terrible about those things, Julie," I whispered as I stroked her hair. "I've had sex with women and it's really lovely. It doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with you . . . or that you can't fuck men as well."

She turned to look at me in surprise, and without thinking, I kissed her tenderly on the lips. She froze, but didn't pull away, although she didn't open her lips. Without thinking, my hand encircled one of her melon-shaped breasts and I felt her round nipple rise under my touch.

I flicked my tongue along her lips and whispered into her mouth,

"Why don't you try it?"

This time she drew back,

"Jill . . . I couldn't . . . I mean . . . it's wrong, isn't it?"

I gazed into her eyes and she sat motionless as I eased up her top, and pushed her bra up to free her taut breasts. They jiggled slightly and her pink nipples rose, round and plump, from the large darker areolas. With the advantage of youth, her breasts stood erect from her ribcage despite their ripe, fullness.

Remembering how she had complained about Steve's roughness with them, I stroked the firm mounds softly with just my fingertips as Julie gazed at me blankly, as if hypnotised. The round nipples rose to hardened peaks and I gently closed my lips around one.

The strangled sound that came from Julie seemed to be a mixture of protest and pleasure. As I sucked very gently her hands went to my head and held me for a few seconds and I knew that she was enjoying it.

Then abruptly she drew my head away.

"No Jill . . . sorry . . . I just can't . . ."

I had a final glimpse of her breasts; the upper slopes were flushed with arousal and the saliva-coated nipple stood proud. Then she drew down her bra and top and got to her feet.

"Sorry, Jill," she said again and hurried from the room. I heard the outside door close behind her.

I sat still, surprised at what I had done and struggled to come to terms with it. Was I only trying to help Julie or had I become attracted to her?

Apart from my first-ever lesbian experience with my friend and fellow model Jana, I had never initiated the seduction of a woman and even that one had been very mutual. Threesomes or foursomes were different, where everybody was up for it.

With a shrug, I thought - whatever! Either way, I had become very horny. My heart was already speeding up, as I unbuttoned my blouse, slipped off my thong and sat down with my skirt around my waist.

As I stroked my breasts my thoughts went back to how Julie's had felt; the tingle in my fingers as they brushed the smooth firm yet yielding flesh, the taste of her swollen nipple. Soon my own breasts were pulsing, the nipples pouting as my breathing quickened.

Moving my knees wider apart, I slipped my right hand to my already moist pussy and grunted with pleasure as I moved my fingers over the lips until I coaxed a flow of juices over them. With the thumb of my other hand on my clit, I put two fingers together, and jammed them into my cunt. Moving them in and out, faster and faster, I gave myself a desperate finger fucking.

The pent-up frustration I had been feeling since Julie's abrupt departure suddenly built into a fierce, demanding force that took total control of me.

I pictured myself sucking Julie's breasts while Steve fucked her and realized that I was becoming fixated on their sexual problems. Fuck them - I thought; right now I needed a proper seeing-to. I forgot about them and became intensely aware of nothing but my body.

I forced four fingers into my sopping opening, desperately seeking relief. In my frenzy, I wantonly hitched up one leg and rested my foot on the couch to give me deeper access as my fingers worked feverishly. However my cunt was screaming to be filled by a cock or a dildo, so I got up and went through to the bedroom. I had just undressed, and reached eagerly for my vibe when the doorbell rang.

Oh fuck! I thought, annoyed at the interruption. Then I smiled at the thought that it might be Craig. I hadn't expected him to look in after he left Steve, as we were due to see each other the following evening. It was getting late and he had a bus to catch.

He was still married, but he had started the final stages of a divorce before I met him. He lived with his estranged wife, but fortunately, they had no children. She knew about me, but to avoid arguments he liked to return home each evening.

I didn't see any long-time future with him and we knew that it was a temporary arrangement that suited both of us. It was based mainly on great sex.

Thinking that it was him after all, I threw on a short black kimono, loosely fastened the belt cord and went barefoot to open the door. I blinked in surprise to see both Craig and Steve standing there. As I stepped back, Craig casually kissed me and they sauntered into the living room and sat on the sofa.

"I hope you don't mind, babe" Craig said, slurring his words slightly and I realized that they had been drinking while they watched the porn.

"The thing is . . . we heard Julie come in a minute ago. Steve went to see her but she looked very upset and stormed off to bed without saying anything. Steve is very worried and I wondered if you could tell him what happened between you two."

"Oh shit," I thought. Things were going from bad to worse. I can't really say - I was trying to come on to your wife Steve, but no hard feelings?

"Well . . ." I began, searching for words, while Craig cheekily helped himself to the whiskey and poured generous helpings into three glasses. At least that might help me I thought and asked him to add plenty of dry ginger to mine.

I sat down on the armchair facing the men as I took a gulp and felt the warmth hit my stomach. It was only when I caught the way that they were looking at me that I remembered that I was naked under the skimpy gown. I tried to cover some of the acres of leg I was showing, and pulled the loose garment closer over my breasts.

"So what happened, Jill?" Steve asked worriedly.

I decided to leave out the sex bit between Julie and me until later and blame him instead.

"Okay . . . she saw you two watching porn and it upset her."

"Fuck . . . that's my fault, I brought this DVD for Steve to see." said Craig, taking it out of his jacket pocket to show me.

Steve was looking like a guilty schoolboy, and I started on him,

"Look Steve, you've got to sort this out with your wife . . . one way or another. Don't keep her worrying about not pleasing you and threatening to leave her. Make up your mind about what it is you want and sort it out with her."

I saw Craig smile at my assertive approach but Steve looked quite startled at the frank words from this half-naked woman. However when his eyes went to my crotch, I realized that in my excitement I had let my legs fall apart and he could see my pussy. Hurriedly closing my legs, I pressed on.

"Okay Steve, let's put our cards on the table. I've been trying to help here. I know about your fantasy of wanting a threesome with Julie. I've done my best to explain to her that there's nothing to be ashamed of. Tonight I even tried to show her how pleasant it can be for women to make love to each other, and she stormed out - so now you know. Oh and by the way, I told her to suck your cock."

I sat back and downed the rest of my drink, as they absorbed my news. I looked across at them. Craig of course was grinning in approval, while Steve looked stunned. I did notice that they both had a bulge at their flies and I wasn't sure if this was caused by how I looked or by the idea of Julie and me getting it on.

Craig spoke first, trying to be diplomatic,

"Well Steve, that was a hell of a nice thing for Jill to do for you, don't you think?"

Still looking shell-shocked, Steve hesitated,

"Well . . . yes of course . . . I suppose so . . . thanks Jill. What do you think I should do?"

"You can try being loving to her, and making sure that she enjoys the sex," I snapped. "Instead of thinking only of what you want."

There was silence and Craig excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Perhaps it was a combination of my still bubbling sexual arousal, and the effect of the alcohol; or a need to tease Steve, but as I reached to put down my empty glass, I deliberately parted my legs to reveal my pussy. I let my kimono drop away to reveal part of a breast. I watched him through my hair as it fell forward and saw his hand instinctively touch the bulge of his hardon.

Craig bustled back into the room, looked at his watch and announced that he had to go to catch the last bus. Steve rose also, but Craig waved him back down,

"Stay for a minute or two until you and Jill sort this out . . . you should at least listen to what she suggests, Steve."

He gave me a quick kiss,

"See you tomorrow, babe," and he was gone.

It all happened so quickly and Steve and I looked at each other uncertainly.

"I do appreciate your help, Jill," he muttered. "Let me check if Julie is okay and I'll come straight back."

The trouble with me is that once I get horny and become really revved-up, my arousal won't go away. It keeps nagging at me like a mild form of toothache; my nipples ache and there's a throbbing in my pussy. My episode with Julie followed by my little play had set me off.

I didn't particularly fancy Steve. I felt that his wealthy parents had spoiled him and that he was used to having whatever he wanted, without any real effort on his part. He hadn't even needed to stay on at college as his father had taken him into his company after high school.

He was good-looking enough. At just over six feet, he had a lean build, thin, sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes. I knew that he jogged, as I did. But when he once invited me to join him on our runs, I politely declined. He always looked at me in fascination and I wondered if he jacked-off thinking about me in my porn poses.

Certainly, his legs looked strong in the figure hugging pants he liked, which also showed off his narrow hips and tight butt. However, I felt that they were a bit too tight and showed the line of his cock very easily, as when he had a semi-hardon a few minutes ago.

As I waited for his return from his flat, I felt a sudden irrational urge to fuck him - to show him what he was missing. The relationship I had with Craig was an open one and he made no secret of the fact that he had slept with other women since we met. I certainly didn't feel guilty about Julie - after all, I was only helping her (or so I continued to convince myself).

However, I told myself to behave.

All the information about their sex life had intrigued me and maybe I could sort it out for the young couple. At least that was the excuse I gave myself, as I stroked my moist pussy under the flimsy kimono.

I noticed the lurid cover of the porn DVD which Craig had forgotten to take away with him. I took out the disc and put it in the player without switching it on. I could watch that after Steve left.

Steve tapped on the door, and I let him in. His eyes quickly ranged over me, as if surprised that I hadn't changed into something less revealing. Without really thinking I walked over to sit on the sofa, my usual choice. Steve seemed to hesitate between the chair I had vacated and the sofa, before deciding to join me there.

"Julie's asleep in the spare bedroom," he announced. "So I guess she's still mad at me. I seem to be making things worse."

"I'm sorry if I sounded a bit harsh, Steve, with what I said earlier," I began,

"But you have to discuss things openly and make your ideas appealing to Julie. She has to learn to enjoy things with you and not feel guilty. Craig and I often watch porn videos together, and think nothing of it. If you watched one with Julie it would help to get her into the mood and let her see other people doing the things you want her to do."

"Oh, I don't know . . . she just seems to be against things like that."

I asked him if he had enjoyed watching the porn and his face reddened, for a second. But perhaps given courage by the alcohol, he smiled,

"Yes it was great . . . I would love to have sex with Julie and another woman."

"Well you'll have to do some work on your technique to get her to enjoy sex with you first," I bluntly informed the young man. "Maybe you could get some hints from the porn DVDs."

He looked startled and put his arm across his lap, but not before I saw the bulge where his cock had hardened again. With one of my impulsive urges, I reached for the remote control and switched on the player.

"You can borrow this one if you like. But this time, try to give Julie the chance to watch it with you - no jacking-off in private," I instructed.

The screen sprang into life, and I sensed Steve stiffening with surprise.

"Now where had you and Craig got to?" I asked as I fast-forwarded the disc, searching for an appropriate scene.

I remembered the "plot" such as it was: Ruby and Kyle were married and wanted to add some excitement to their sex life. One of her complaints was that he wouldn't go down on her. Through an online chat site, they arrange for a woman, Jo to join them in a threesome. I could see why Craig had chosen that one for Steve.

"Watch carefully and see what she does," I suggested. "You might learn something to please Julie."

On the screen, the trio were naked and Jo was kneeling with her face between Ruby's spread thighs. Jo's wet tongue came out and slithered over Ruby's pussy and she groaned at the new sensation. The tongue poked into and swirled around her slit for a moment and then Jo took the thick, shaved lips into her mouth and sucked on each in turn. We could see Ruby writhing with pleasure while Kyle stroked his long, slightly curved cock.

Jo moved up to Ruby's clit and was flicking it lightly with her tongue. She slid two fingers up her pussy and worked them in and out in time with her tongue. Then she added a third finger, and Ruby's legs swung up around Jo's shoulders as she wriggled with pleasure.

I felt a movement on the sofa as Steve moved and shuffled his legs, obviously in distress from the hardon which he was now covering with both hands.

Kyle shuffled in between Jo's legs as she knelt. He poised his cock for entry, and she spread her knees further apart to accommodate him as his big weapon slid slowly into Jo's wet cunt. She paused in her efforts with Ruby and winced, as Kyle gripped her hips and slotted his long shaft fully into her.

I was accustomed to either masturbating or having a man with me when watching such stuff, and I desperately needed some action as my clit clamoured for attention. I turned to the fully engrossed Steve, and patted his thigh encouragingly,

"See Steve . . . watch Jo's technique works on Ruby's clit and pussy . . . see how aroused he is making her?"

He twitched as if my hand was red-hot but I let it rest there - just above his knee. I felt his firm, developed thigh muscles under my fingers, and resisted the urge to squeeze them.

Meanwhile our actors were hard at it. Kyle had moved his hands to grip Jo's breasts as he fucked her vigorously, his big tool pumping in and out. The camera panned to focus close up on where Jo had resumed tonguing and fingering Ruby.

Either Ruby was an unusually good actor or she was really enjoying it for we could see her buttocks clench and spasm as the invading tongue did its work. Jo's tongue seemed to move at the pace set by Kyle as he rammed into her, jolting her forward with each stroke.

Ruby's legs tightened around Jo, and she raised her ass off the couch and shoved her cunt harder into Jo's mouth. The camera drew back to show all three actors linked together by cock and mouth. No doubt, on cue, Ruby squeezed her eyes shut and shouted,

"Ohhh yessss . . . ohhh yessss" as she came and I had to admit that it did look real.

Her ass was held high off the couch, the sinews in her legs stretched taunt forcing her cunt onto Jo's mouth. Jo continued to plunge her fingers deep inside as her tongue lashed the engorged clit and Ruby's orgasm continued.

Then in an unconvincing effort, as far as I was concerned, Jo flung back her head and screamed as she also "came."

However, there was nothing unreal about the way Kyle finished with a flurry of thrusts. He leaned back, drew out his slick cock and produced the "money shot" as it's known in the trade, by ejaculating over Jo's back. Jets of semen rose in arcs from his quivering cock to land in scattered globules. As we watched, they formed ribbons of cum which trickled slowly down the slope of her back - white against her tanned skin.

I switched the DVD off and when the screen went blank, I turned to look at Steve.

"Did you note how the woman got off by having her pussy licked? Have you never tried that with Julie?"

"Good God, no . . . I don't think she would let me."

"She would if you were good at it . . . and she might even thank you by sucking your cock."

I saw the way that his eyes lit up at the thought. I was sitting, practically naked, next to a fit, young, inexperienced man with a straining hardon. The temptation was too much for me, I'm afraid.

I let the kimono fall open, parted my thighs and reaching for his hand put it on my breast,

"Would you like to practise on me?"

My aroused nipple pushed into his soft warm palm, and he tightened his fingers on my flesh. Time seemed to stand still. He stared down at the strip of brown pubes above my shaved pussy and hesitated.

For a moment, I felt guilty at seducing my friend's husband. I didn't want to hurt Julie, just to help with her problems that she had brought to me. You have to be cruel to be kind, was the excuse I gave myself.

Steve made up his mind and grabbed between my legs. My stomach fluttered and my legs trembled as his fingers probed roughly for my wet slit. I arched my back to meet his fingers as they slid deep into my pussy, opening and stretching me as he explored. However, even with my high state of arousal, he was too rough, just as Julie had said.

"Steady cowboy," I murmured, gripping his wrist. "Not so fast . . . you've got to learn to take your time. Let's get your clothes off."

He leapt to his feet and I don't think I've ever seen a man take his clothes off so quickly - and I've seen quite a few. He took off his jockey briefs last of all, liberating his straining cock which sprang free to quiver against his flat belly. I suppose he was average size, but with his excitement and the vigour of youth, his erection looked magnificent.

I shrugged off my gown, and ran my fingers through my thick brown hair, so that when I shook my head it fell loosely over my face and shoulders. I was on fire and knew that my eyes were burning with lust. As he gazed at me, he would see the image of a wild, sexually aroused slut. I drew him down to sit on the sofa and went between his legs. As I knelt I could smell my musky arousal through my perfume.

"Now then, this is what you might enjoy from your wife if you're good to her."

I slid my hands down his firm body, lightly raking my nails over his skin and feeling him tremble. Eagerly I put my fingers around the stalk of hot flesh. His cock was so stiff that I had to ease it gently towards my mouth against the pull of the springy erectile strength.

Little bubbles of arousal fluids were coming from the eye, and after smoothing the slippery wetness down his shaft, I licked away the fresh ones as they appeared. I felt his thighs tremor at the unaccustomed touch of a tongue. He seemed afraid to hold my head and rested his clenched knuckles on his thighs.

I knew that he would cum very quickly if I gave him too much stimulation, and selfishly, I wanted that young cock in my pussy. I ran my fingers up and down it, stroking it with my nails, just generally playing with him, and getting him accustomed to my touch while I cupped his tight, heavy sac gently with my other fingers.

Eventually, I cautiously took the head into my mouth and let him relish the warm wetness for a moment before releasing him and licking up and down his length. Still aware that he could cum at any second, I took him in again, a little further this time, and sucked very gently, massaging the underside with my tongue as I slowly turned my head from side to side in slow teasing circles.

When I released his cock and let it spring back wetly against his stomach, he groaned with disappointment.

"My turn now," I smiled up at him. "Let's see what you can do."

We changed places and I parted my thighs and lay back expectantly.

Kneeling in front of me he gazed at my pussy hesitantly, as he prepared to give head for the first time and was perhaps not quite sure what I wanted. I reached for his head and guided him towards me, feeling his stubble rub on the insides of my thighs.

"Try a mixture of your tongue and fingers," I suggested.

I could feel his hot breath on my pussy lips as he slipped two fingers into me, but was still unwilling to use his mouth. I leaned forward and took his free hand to move it to my clit, which was swollen and ready.

"There . . . stroke my clit and then lick it."

His finger pressed far too hard and I held his wrist to show him the correct pressure. As I guided his finger lightly over the bulge, I squirmed with pleasure despite the distraction of my coaching.

"Now, Steve, lick it," I hissed urgently, and at last the rough surface of his tongue scraped over my throbbing bud, delivering a sharp spasm of delight.

I gripped his hair, and moaned softly to encourage him, as I pressed his face to my pussy. As his confidence grew, he lapped and sucked at me, but with more enthusiasm than skill. At least he had taken the plunge. All I could think of now was getting that big hard cock into me.

I pulled his head away and gripped his wrist to ease his reaming fingers from my pussy. Rolling onto my back I drew up my knees and spread them invitingly,

"I'm protected," I whispered.

He needed no further invitation and my neighbour's husband leaped on top of me. Without any preliminaries, he entered me with one swift stroke. I gasped with a mixture of joy and discomfort as the rigid cock filled me and banged against my cervix.

Then my head began to swim with pleasure as he fucked me with wild teenage enthusiasm. I knew he wouldn't last long. Although it's unsatisfying, there's something tremendously erotic and exciting about a really frenzied fuck with a big hard cock when I'm thoroughly aroused.

I lay there totally possessed and used, but enjoying every second of it as he fucked me savagely. As sweat dripped from his face to my breasts, I locked my legs around his waist and gasped wordless sounds of encouragement.

It wasn't long before I felt his hot cum spurt into me and with a deep grunt he lowered his body onto mine. My pussy walls clung desperately to his still hard cock not wanting to lose the pleasure they had been receiving. Of course, I was still desperate to cum.

I patted his shoulder.

"Wait a minute while I have a pee and you can finish me off, Steve," I whispered.

In the bathroom, after I had emptied my bladder, I gave my leaking pussy a quick wipe inside and out, not wanting to make the next part too off-putting for him. When I hurried back, I sat down and directed him to kneel between my thighs and he got into position quickly, eager for more.

Leaning forward I took his wrist and guided two of his fingers into my slippery pussy. Whispering huskily in his ear I gave the young man instructions, on finding my sensitive area,

"That's it . . . put them in about two inches; move your fingers in circles around my upper wall . . . feel for a slightly rough patch . . . keep a gentle pressure . . . oh, there . . . oh fuck there," I broke off as he hit the spot.

Pleasure welled from the deep internal core of my clit and I wriggled with delight.

"Yes . . . keep doing that . . ." I gasped. "Now feel with your thumb for the bulge of my clit . . . no . . . down a bit . . . gently . . . ahhh . . . that's it . . . there. Now just circle around it, tease it Steve," I urged as his thumb flicked at my swollen clit.

Warming to his task, he pushed me back and bent his head to suck one of my peaked nipples - a bit too vigorously, but it made me quiver as I responded to his rapidly pumping fingers. He was panting with excitement and I could imagine his cock beginning to stiffen again.

"Ohh fuck . . . that's great Steve . . ." I moaned. "If you get me off, you can fuck me again," I promised. "But you've got to suck my clit now . . . come on . . . get your mouth down there."

"I love your shaved cunt . . ." he had time to mutter as he moved his head back down.

"Maybe we'll get Julie to shave too," I gasped.

I felt Steve's warm lips travel all around my opening and up and over my clit. He was taking his time now and seemed to be enjoying himself, as he drew gasps and wriggles from me. He would be learning of my smell and of how I tasted and hopefully would want to try Julie's too.

As the pleasure from his enthusiastic slurping increased I cupped my breasts, lightly pinching the nipples.

"Just pretend that I'm Julie," I croaked as he excitedly thrust three fingers into me, forgetting my earlier lesson.

What the hell, it was working anyway. His tongue slathered across my clit and I felt my orgasm building. I imagined another energetic fuck from him as my pussy responded to his clumsy fingering.

"Ohh yes . . . ohh fuck yes . . . keep doing that . . . that's great Steve."

Of course, Craig would have done it much better, but there was something exciting about the fact that Steve was obviously extremely turned by what he was doing to his porn actress neighbour.

I hovered on the brink of cumming. Occasionally his roughness would push it back; I would lose it - and then it would return, only to fade again. I was caught between wanting the pleasure to continue and the need for a big-bang climax. I had been desperately horny since my session with Julie and my interrupted masturbation. My body was screaming for release.

I uttered helpless whimpers of sexual delight as I twitched and trembled and pushed my hips against him. I hoped that he was enjoying the responses of a fully aroused woman and would want to do this for his wife.

Then, whether by chance or design, my clit was sucked fully into his lips and the pressure grew rapidly. Spurred on by his frenzied finger fucking with what felt like four fingers now, my climax travelled upwards from my clit, raced through my belly and exploded in my head. I saw flashes of light behind my closed eyelids as the ferocity of his efforts made me cum with the searing, white-hot explosion of a full-body orgasm.

Ohhhh," I screamed.

"Ohhh God . . . ohhh . . . no . . . ohhh yes . . ." I mumbled incoherently as he pummelled my cunt and seemed to be trying to eat my exploding clit.

My thighs had clamped around his neck and in the throes of my ecstasy/agony I gripped him like a wrestler as I twisted and turned. While I was still screaming, I managed to grip his hair, and to free my now over-sensitive clit from his greedy mouth, I yanked so hard that it must have hurt him.

"Enough . . . oh fuck . . . enough," I groaned as my pleasure ebbed and I pushed him away from me.

When I opened my eyes, Steve was sitting back on his haunches, looking proud, and having a good look at my wet, gaping pussy. As I had expected his cock was fully erect again and cupped in his hand.

"Wow, you really cum hard, don't you?" he said admiringly.

"Well so will Julie, if you treat her properly."

"You nearly scared the shit out of me, with those screams," he grinned.

I froze. When I had sex with Craig, it was usually in the bedroom. It suddenly occurred to me that here in the living room we were only through the wall from the spare bedroom where Julie was sleeping next door. I hoped I hadn't awakened her and she was wondering where Steve was.

I had just decided to take him through to the bedroom for a final fuck, when I heard the click of my outside door closing. Then the living room door swung open and I stopped breathing - it was Julie.

Too late, I remembered that I had given her a spare key to let in a tradesman.

Her hair was dishevelled and she was wrapped in a dressing gown. Her mouth hung open and there was a look of horror on her face as she gaped at us.

"You bastards," she hissed.

TO BE CONTINUED