One-Upping the Neighbors
written by:
Aaron Director

I.

Chloe and I were just getting back from an early Friday dinner and parking in the driveway when Chris jogged over. We had lived next door to Chris and his wife, Elizabeth, for a year, but we had known them for several years, since we all found ourselves in a new city after college. That's how we found our house - we were at Chris and Liz's for a pool party, hit the open house on a lark, and made an offer the next day. Though the two houses were spacious and had large yards, the houses themselves were closer together than I would have wanted - you could almost lean out the window of one and touch the other with a broomstick. With any other neighbors, it would have been a problem, but Chris and Liz were our best friends.

"If you're free, Liz and I thought we'd have you over for dinner tomorrow," said Chris. "We haven't seen you in a while." Chris had been away on business, and while Chloe and Liz never went too long without going shopping or to the gym together, I hadn't seen either of our neighbors in weeks. "We'd love to," said Chloe. "It's a date."

Liz drove up while we were talking, and walked over to say a quick hello. She had just come from the gym - her nose and cheeks were rosy against her pale skin, and her dark hair was tied up in the tight ponytail she always wore to exercise. She was wearing a form-fitting white shirt that clung to her full breasts, and it was hard not to stare. When I managed to look up into her green eyes, she smiled at me, and I knew I was caught. She let me off the hook, though. "I've got to get in the shower," she said. "I'll see you guys tomorrow night." Chris went with her, and I watched them walk back to their house. To be precise, I watched her.

"Take a longer look, stalker," said Chloe. "Forgot I was here?" "Nope," I lied. "But it's a crime that the guy who invented yoga pants hasn't won the Nobel prize yet." "Well," said Chloe, "she does have the ass for them." Chloe was right. Liz's ass and breasts were a minor miracle, full, firm, and perfectly round on a lean frame. "Look at you," said Chloe, with a teasing smile. "She goes to the gym and you're the one who's out of breath."

As we walked toward our doorstep, Chloe pulled my ear down to her lips and whispered playfully, "doesn't my ass float like hers?" The truth is, it did. Maybe it wasn't a miracle like Liz's, but it was art all the same. And feeling Chloe's hot breath on my ear, talking about her ass and Liz's, kept my heart racing.

Chloe unlocked our front door. "And aren't my breasts round and soft like hers?" Right again - I probably couldn't tell Chloe's breasts from Liz's without seeing their faces. The truth is that if it weren't for their hair (Chloe's was a silky brown; Liz's was a shimmering black) and skin (Chloe had a naturally olive tan; Liz was lighter), and Liz's supernatural ass, they could be twins.

Chloe pushed our door shut and leaned into me, a playful pout crossing her lips. "And when you're fucking me, don't my breasts bounce the way hers would?" she said, more loudly. I started to answer, but she put a finger to my mouth. No, in my mouth. Her other hand tugged at my belt, where I was rapidly hardening. "And do you think her lips would do this?" Chloe pulled my pants down and took my cock in her mouth. "Maybe," I gasped, "maybe ... I should ask her."

Chloe, laughed, slapped me playfully, stood up, and dragged me, stumbling over the pants around my knees, straight to the bedroom. "Oh, does she get you hot?" she laughed. "Well, I'm going to fuck her right out of your mind." She turned on the light, threw off her top and pants, and tore off her panties. I tugged off my own clothes and caught her just as she started to pull off one of her bra straps. I pinned her against the wall and dropped to my knees, pushing my face into her shaved pussy. I worked her clitoris with my tongue for several minutes, then eased a finger into her cunt. Chloe pounded the wall, heaving, then pushed me away. "Fuck me right now, Jake," she said.

I lifted her up, with her back against the wall and her hips against mine, and entered her right there. As I pushed into her, Chloe matched me stroke for stroke. "Oh, god, oh, oh, fuck, yeah," she moaned, and when I leaned in to bite her ear, she looked me right in the eye, and said, "now fuck me like I'm Liz."

I turned her around, and she leaned forward, planting one hand on either side of the window. I grabbed her hips, entered her from behind, and pounded, grunting. Chloe met every grunt and pound with one of her own. I watched myself fucking Chloe in the reflection in the window, and I watched her watching me fuck her, her eyes occasionally fluttering in ecstasy. She still had her bra half-on, but the other bra strap hung loosely on her arm and one breast bounced loosely, just like Chloe said they did, just like she said Liz's would. I was close to coming, and I could tell that Chloe was too, because her legs started to tremble.

As the orgasm hit her, she trembled so much that she stumbled for a moment and kicked the lamp plug out of the wall. The light went out in our room, and our reflection disappeared from the window. Without the light making the window reflect like a mirror, we could see right outside. And there, only a half-dozen feet away, we saw Chris and Liz's faces peeking out from behind the curtains in their own window. I saw Liz giggle, and then they both disappeared.

"Shit!" said Chloe. "They were watching us!"

I can't help it, I was close. My cock was still at full attention. "Chloe, keep fucking me," I said.

"Jake, those fuckers were watching us!"

"Forget it," I said. "Where were we?"

"Jake," she said.

"Come on," I said. "I'll do anything you want."

"I - anything?" she said. Chloe never lost a chance to gain an advantage somehow. "Anything," I said.

"Okay," she said. "But if they want a show, they're going to get a show." Chloe plugged the light back in, opened the window, pulled the curtains as wide as they could go, and hopped on the bed, right across from Chris and Liz's window. She got down on all fours, so that if Chris and Liz wanted to watch, they would see all of her in profile. She leaned down on her elbows and raised her ass. If I wanted to fuck her, I was going to be framed by the window. That wasn't going to stop me. I pushed my cock into Chloe's cunt and picked up where I left off. I saw Chris and Liz appear again in their window, this time more boldly. They weren't even trying to hide themselves. While I thrusted away, I fingered Chloe's clit until she shuddered, moaned, and then yelled. I knew the yelling was part of her show for Chris and Liz, but I could tell that it also was amplifying a real orgasm, as if the show was itself part of the thrill. Just as Chloe had her second orgasm of the night, I reached my own and pumped shot after shot of hot cum into Chloe's pussy. As we collapsed, my cock still inside her, I saw Liz smile and put her hand over her mouth. Chris nodded to us, as if impressed, and then closed their curtains.

I don't know how long we were asleep, but I woke up to Chloe tugging on my arm. "Ssshh," she said, pointing to our open window. There was a steady, rhythmic sound coming from outside. The night was warm, but we still wrapped a blanket around ourselves as we walked to the window. We looked out, and there, looking right back at us, were Chris and Liz. Liz was bent over the window sill, her head all the way out into the night, her breasts bouncing in the open air. Chris was fucking her from behind. This show was for us, that was clear. So Chloe and I leaned out our own window, our elbows on the sill. Liz looked at me and bit her lip, stifling a grunt. She let out a low moan, and Chris picked up his pace. Liz gripped the window sill, slipped, and gripped it again, exhaling in higher and higher pitches. Then, suddenly, she let out a long, guttural grunt, and all the tension went out of her shoulders and neck.

She quickly stood up, and turned Chris around. She sat him on the window sill and dropped to her knees, disappearing from our sight. "That's bullshit," complained Chloe, loudly enough for Liz and Chris to hear over the sounds of a very wet blowjob. "We gave them the full monty, and we get this R-rated shit." As she said it, Chris convulsed. A moment later, Liz stood up and pushed Chris aside. Huge amounts of cum dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her flushed breasts. She stood there for a long moment, staring Chloe and me in the eyes, smiling proudly, cum all over her. When she was sure we had appreciated her in all of her wanton glory, she took a quick curtsy and pulled her curtains closed.

That night, Chloe and I fucked like our lives depended on it.

We slept late the next morning, exhausted, but around midmorning, Chloe woke me up. She was obsessed with our game of one-upmanship with Chris and Liz, and was planning our next move. "Jake," she said. "Last night, you said you'd do anything I want, right?"

"Right," I said, cautiously.

"Well, today I'm going to hold you to it."

"I'm not sure I like the sound of this," I said, but that was a lie. I did. I knew Chloe wouldn't go too far, and she would never make me do anything I didn't want to do. It was exciting, actually, because often she knew better than I did what I wanted to do.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm going to have fun, but I promise that you'll have as much fun as I do. Maybe more," she said.

That night was our dinner with Chris and Liz. I was nervous - I wasn't sure whether things would be weird now that we had watched each other having sex. I couldn't guarantee that every time Liz said anything to me, I wouldn't picture her tits bouncing in the window or her mouth overflowing with cum. But I was also excited to see what Chloe had planned.

It had been a hot day, and when it was time to go over, I was still wearing the shorts and t-shirt I had worn that afternoon. Chloe, however, had changed into a short dress that showed all of her legs. It hung loosely in front of her breasts but barely covered the sides at all. A stiff breeze, and there might be no part of Chloe that you couldn't describe from memory. She completed the look with a deadly pair of high heels with straps that criss-crossed her ankles. "Wow, I think I'm underdressed," I said. "You're underdressed?" she responded, with a smile. "No, I'm underdressed. But in a good way." She hiked up her skirt so that I could see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I liked where this was going. "We might have to be a little late," I said, sliding my hand under her dress, onto her tight ass. "Not yet," she said, straightening her hem and grabbing my hand. We practically ran across the lawn to Chris and Liz's house.

Chloe rang the doorbell, and it took a minute for Chris to answer. He did a double-take at Chloe's outfit, then looked at me and reddened. I wasn't the only one with the image of his neighbor's wife at her uninhibited best burned in his retinas. "Come on in," he said, catching himself. "We're in the kitchen - we'll be right out. Make yourselves at home."

Chloe practically pushed me into the living room. As soon as Chris was out of sight, she yanked off my belt and slid my pants down.

"Chloe ..." I said, but she interrupted me. "You said you'd do anything I wanted today," she reminded me, "and I promised you'd have fun too. So sit back and have fun." Well, I thought, I fucked Chloe only an open window away from Liz and Jake; I might as well fuck her in their living room. Chloe slid over to my side so that she could try to catch a glimpse of Chris and Liz when they found her sucking my cock in their living room.

I was enjoying it just fine, but Chloe quickened her pace when she heard Chris's voice getting nearer. She hiked her dress above her bare ass; her tits were already visible from the shift of her loose dress. She was bobbing up and down so determinedly that she couldn't look up, so it was me who stopped her. "Chloe," I said. "Chloe."

She looked up to see not only Chris, but also Abby and Matt, neighbors from up the street. "Oh, shit," said Chloe, quietly, as a full glass of wine slid from Abby's hand with a crash. Chloe leaped up and looked like she was ready to run away. Then she took a deep breath, straightened her dress, and took a long look at everybody. Chris was laughing, Abby was shocked, and Matt's eyes were locked into Chloe's chest, where one breast was still exposed. Chloe walked briskly toward the hallway where the trio had entered the room, knowing that all eyes were on her as she went.

"What was that?" asked Liz, entering the living room and eyeing the puddle of wine and broken glass on the floor, then my member, still half-hard and poking out of my unfastened shorts. Nobody answered. "I'll go talk to Chloe," I said.

"Put your shorts on and calm down first," Chris said with a laugh. "I'll go get her. You and Liz can clean up the wine and figure out how to explain it to Abby and Matt."

As Liz grabbed a broom and some paper towels, Abby and Matt sat on a loveseat across the coffee table from where I was sitting. Matt still seemed dazed, which was his normal state, but Abby had gotten over the initial shock. She smoothed out a loose medium-length white skirt, fingering the floral embroidery at the hem, and leaned back in her seat confidently. She was wearing a tight blue sleeveless top, and she unfurled a long, tan arm and rested it on the back of her chair. A few years earlier, Abby had been a college volleyball player, and she looked the part. She was tall and lithe, with long blonde hair that looked equally wholesome no matter how she wore it. I had seen her once or twice in a bikini at Chris and Liz's pool, and she had the body of a swimsuit model. At the same time, she had a girl-next-door attitude and an easy smile. She was so laid-back that I thought the nickname her college teammates gave her, "Mad Dog," was a joke. But Matt told us that she earned the name because she was an obsessive competitor - she couldn't stand to be beaten at any game. Now she seemed intent on figuring out why my wife walked into our neighbors' house and immediately began some public fellatio.

I tried to figure out the least incriminating way to tell the story. "We were playing a little game of chicken, and I guess we lost," I said. Abby and Chris just looked at me quizzically, so I started over. "Okay, the other night, Chloe and I were getting romantic, and ...."

"They were fucking like animals," interjected Liz, who had finished sweeping. Abby laughed as Liz poured her another glass.

"And we caught Liz and Chris peeking," I continued.

"We weren't peeking, we were watching," said Liz. "We used to peek, when it seemed like they didn't know we were watching. But this time, they were standing in the window, shouting like their house was on fire. They wanted us to watch, so we did."

Interesting, I thought. They had watched us before. "Well, we didn't know you were watching at first, but then we saw you ..."

"So you weren't putting on a show for us until you were." Liz waved her hand dismissively. "Makes no difference. Anyway, it was a good show. A great show. So great that Chris and I felt like we had to return the favor."

"You didn't," exclaimed Abby.

"We did," Liz said proudly. "And I wanted to top them."

"So you let them watch you have sex, too?"

"We made them watch us." Liz leaned forward, and Abby instinctively mirrored her. "Chris bent me over the windowsill and drilled me like a good little soldier."

"Oh!" Abby squealed. She leaned back and rested her head on Matt's shoulder, her hand on his thigh. Matt squirmed, obviously excited, and silent as ever. "So you were even," Abby said.

"No, we won," said Liz. "Because Jake here got to see me take a bow covered in Chris's cum. I wanted them to see what I look like when I've been fucked good and proper." She said it proudly, and my cock stiffened again when I remembered how pleased she had seemed with herself, dripping in Chris's semen.

For the second time that evening, the normally unflappable Abby was stunned. She reddened. "So tonight ..."

"It was our turn to up the ante," I said. "I guess Chloe thought that the next step was moving our show to their living room."

Abby laughed. "So it was all a game," she said. Liz and I agreed. Abby shot us a devilish look, and whispered something in Chris's ear. Chris shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Wait," Abby added to us, as if a thought had just come to her. "What was the next move?"

"You'll have to ask my wife," I said. "Hey, where is she, anyway? Chris said he was going to bring her back. I had better check on her."

"I'll come with you," Liz said, grabbing my hand. With the thought of her bent over the windowsill fresh in my mind, her touch sent a jolt through me. Abby caught my eye with a sly glance that said that she noticed.

Liz and I had almost reached the hallway when Abby bounded in front of us. She took Liz's arm and dropped something in her hand. It was a tiny pair of lacy white underwear. "I never liked these anyway - too boring," Abby said. As she spoke, she slowly backed up, toying with the hem of her skirt, until she was leaning against the hallway door. She bit her lower lip and looked Matt in the eye, then turned to Liz. Slowly, Abby raised her skirt, bunching it up. I could feel Liz holding her breath, and it occurred to me that I was holding mine, too. When the hem of her skirt had almost reached her crotch, Abby spun around and leaned forward, resting her shoulders and head against the door, her ass thrust toward us. She continued to gather the material of her skirt in her fingers, and the effect was that of a curtain rising to reveal her long, toned legs and the gentle curve where her ass began. She turned her head over her shoulder, looking at me and at Liz, lingered a moment, then finished pulling her skirt entirely to her waist. She let it sit there a moment, then arched her back so that she could bend completely over, showing us her beautiful pink cunt. She touched it gently with one hand, the other braced against the wall, then stood up straight. Her skirt fell back to her knees. She brushed her hair from her face, smiled shyly, and winked at Matt.

Interesting, I thought. Abby has joined the game.

"Now let's find your wife," she said, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

It didn't take long. Chris and Liz's living room was at the front of the house; their kitchen was down a long hall, past the dining room and the stairs to the second floor. Off the kitchen was a den, with a large TV, a fireplace, and a comfortable couch. I thought Chloe would be in the kitchen, so we went there first.

It was my turn to be stunned. Chloe wasn't in the kitchen, but when I turned around, there she was, in the den. On all fours, her hair in her face, and Chris's cock balls-deep in her pussy.

She had something to say, though she had trouble saying it through Chris's pounding and her own obvious pleasure. "You said - unh - that I could do - unh - anything I wanted."

I didn't know what to say. I watched her for a moment, rocking her hips back to meet Chris's. She hadn't even bothered to take off her dress - it was just knotted around her waist. Her tits swayed and clapped together with each thrust. I finally gathered my wits and said, "but you said I'd have as much fun as you."

At that, Chris smiled, and nodded toward his wife. Liz seemed taken aback, but quickly recovered. "I get the feeling," she said, "that that's supposed to be my job." Chris smiled again. Liz watched her husband fucking my wife for a moment, leaning into me for balance. Then she reached up and touched my hair, pulling my head to hers. She traced a ring around my ear with her tongue and whispered, "well, it's up to you. You can tell my husband to stop fucking your wife, or you can fuck me. I'm game - are you?" She paused a moment, put her hand on my crotch, then added, "say yes." I pulled back and looked down at her. The v-neck of her thin t-shirt plunged low, giving me a good look at her braless breasts. After a moment, she pushed her tits into my chest, grabbing my butt with both hands. I knew I was powerless to resist, but I took one last look at my wife, just to make sure. She wasn't going to stop me. Her eyes were closed, her teeth clenched, her whole body concentrating on the deep drilling that Chris was giving her.

"Yes," I said, not sure if Liz would even remember the question, but she stopped me and forced my mouth open with her tongue. While we kissed, she tugged my shirt up, and pulled it over my head. She pinched one of my nipples and bit the other, using her other hand to work my belt free. She put her mouth on my cock, outside of my shorts, and blew a long, hot breath into me through my clothes. I instantly went rock hard, and she smiled up at me. "Oh, you're going to like this," she said."

Liz hooked her thumbs into my waistband and gently slid my shorts down. She traced a line up my shaft with her tongue, stopping to lap at the spot just below the head. She continued to taste my cock gently with her tongue, working her way slowly up and around the shaft. When she returned to the base, she took my balls in her mouth and licked the hairless spot underneath them.

I looked over at Chloe. She had rolled Chris over so that he was now lying on the rug. She pulled off her dress, finally, but she kept on her high heels. She was wearing a small chain, like a necklace, around her hips - I had never seen it before. I watched her lower herself on Chris's cock and begin to rock slowly back and forth. I knew that move - she wanted him to last a while, to build him slowly to an explosive crescendo. She looked at me, and nodded toward the kitchen, where Abby and Matt were still standing.

I had forgotten that they were still there. "We should go," Matt finally warbled, but Abby was having none of it. "Are you really going to leave me here with nobody to play with?" Matt looked unsure, but Abby pulled together two barstools and leaned into him, her hand on his crotch. She stroked him gently, and Matt started to relax. She looked at me and licked her lips.

Liz, meanwhile, had begun to kiss my cock with her lips, not just her tongue. She alternated between harmonica motions and licking me with her tongue, occasionally taking the head of my penis into her mouth momentarily. She was an expert tease, wordlessly hinting that there was more to come, giving me a brief taste, but keeping it just out of reach. And then, suddenly, she took my whole cock into her mouth, pushing the head deep into the back of her throat. She pulled it out slowly, pressing her tongue hard against the shaft and flicking it away, starting at the base and working toward the head as she gradually pulled away, as if her tongue were forcing the cum up the shaft toward release. Every time that I felt I couldn't hold it any more, she let go, returning to her playful licking and gently squeezing my balls. I must have been an instant from cumming a half-dozen times. Finally, she stood up and began to peel off her boots and tights. For a moment, she wore only a thong, and she turned her back to me before taking it off. Her ass, glorious in those yoga pants, was even more of a miracle naked. It was small but muscular, with perfect clefts where her cheeks met her legs. I dropped to my knees and licked it, pulling her cheeks apart and kissing up the inside of her thighs until I was tonguing her cunt.

"That's what he wants," said Chloe, still rocking on Chris's hips, but now switching occasionally to bouncing up and down. "Oh, I know," said Liz. "He can't stop staring at my ass. It's my favorite thing about him. It gets me incredibly horny." "Him too," said Chloe. "And apparently them."

She pointed at Abby and Matt, so I glanced over to them. They were still sitting on the barstools, but Abby's top and bra were off, and she had tied her hair off in a ponytail. She grasped Matt's huge cock firmly in one hand, and had pulled her skirt up to her waist again. She was rubbing her pussy slowly. Matt was lost in the moment, leaning back, his head resting on the kitchen counter. Abby, though, was alert, scrutinizing us. Abby, the All-American girl next door, was fingering herself and watching her neighbors fucking each others' spouses only an arm's length away. I was impressed.

I only watched for a moment, though, because Liz maneuvered me onto the couch with my back to Abby. She pulled off my shorts and shoes, then climbed over me so that I could keep licking her pussy while she sucked my cock. I started slowly, rubbing her soft clit with the flat of my tongue. As her clit hardened, I licked harder. When she released my cock and burrowed in to tongue my ass, I slid one finger, then two, then three into her cunt and redoubled my licking. After a moment, she threw her head back, her thighs and stomach trembling. "Oh, fuck ... don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded. She took in a series of quick breaths, then let out a long "uhhhhhhhhhh." Her body briefly went limp, though she took firm hold of my cock, never letting it soften.

I used the moment of respite to survey my surroundings. While Liz and I were sixty-nining, I was vaguely aware of a shift in the couch cushion. I looked over, and Abby was right next to me, on her back, her skirt still around her waist. Matt's huge prick was disappearing into her pussy. Her right hand was in the small of my back; her left was cradling my wife's head, which laid on Abby's stomach.

Chloe and Chris had moved to the couch too. Chloe had lain her head on Abby, bending her body over the arm of the couch. She shook as Chris pounded her from behind. Before long, Chris moved to her side. She swallowed his cock whole and gave it a few pumps with her fist. Chris exploded, shooting a huge load straight into Chloe's mouth. Chloe swallowed most, but let a bit dribble out onto Abby's stomach. Chloe's body deflated, exhausted, but the cum dribbling out of Chloe's mouth sent Abby into a frenzy. She threw her legs over Matt's shoulders, begging him to fuck her harder.

By this time, Liz had mounted me, fucking me reverse-cowgirl while we watched Chloe and Chris. Her t-shirt was still on, and her tits banged against the fabric until she finally lifted it off. After Chris came, Liz pulled me around and had me straddle her left leg. She threw her right leg over my shoulder and rested her head on Abby's breasts. She began to lick Abby's nipple as I fucked her, and Abby, fully occupied with Matt's stiff thrusting, moaned. As I reached my climax, Abby pulled me to her. "Cum on me," she said. I got up and straddled her chest as she deep throated me again, once again coaxing my cum forward with her tongue. I groaned, shooting spurt after spurt into Abby's face. Several streams overshot their mark, catching Abby in her breasts. Kevin exploded at the same time, spilling a sticky stream all over Abby's tits and stomach. Abby's chest heaved, and she absently swirled the cum on her tits. Then she leaned over, licked my cum off of Liz's face, and kissed Liz deeply.

We lay there on the couch for several minutes, until Liz finally said, "well, dinner's cold, but I'm famished." Chris fetched some towels while Liz re-warmed dinner. The men all put our pants and shorts back on, Liz donned a short robe that barely covered her ass, and Chloe borrowed Chris's long shirt. Abby put her tight top back on, but her skirt was covered in cum, so she just stayed bottomless as we ate dinner.

We ate quietly over the center island in the kitchen. "That was ... not what I expected," I said, after an uncomfortable silence. "What just happened?" Nobody spoke for a moment, until Liz broke the ice. "Look," she said, "this could be weird, or we could just get over it. Chris wanted to fuck Chloe, I wanted to fuck Jake. Fair is fair, and we all got what we wanted." She gave her husband a look. "I can't say I'm not going to do it again." Chloe smiled at me, and I nodded at her. We were in complete agreement.

"But what happened with you two?" Chloe asked Abby. "I mean, maybe we all were already heading this way, but you jumped in with both feet."

"You guys started your game without us," Abby responded with a grin. "And I hate to play from behind."

"I hate to tell you, but you're still behind," said Liz. "The rest of us all fucked somebody else's spouse."

Liz was only teasing, but Abby took it as a challenge. She dropped her fork and stood up, aware that we were all still watching her half-naked athlete's body. She walked slowly over to Matt, wiggling her butt as she moved. She pulled down his pants and began sucking his cock. He hardened quickly. My wife's eyes bulged - she had been too busy fucking Chris to notice the size of Matt's member. "God, Matt, you're giant," she exclaimed. Abby smiled at her. When Matt was fully stiff, Abby took his hand, led him over to Chloe, and put his cock in Chloe's hand. Chloe instantly began stroking it. "Enjoy my husband," Abby said. "You're going to look amazing with his cock inside of you." Abby embraced her husband from behind, her head on his shoulder, as if to reassure him. Chloe pulled off the shirt she was wearing and knelt before Chris. She kneaded his penis for a moment, looking up at his and Abby's eyes. Then she began circling the head of his cock with her tongue. She licked up and down his shaft, still stroking it, and took his head in her mouth. Abby reached down and guided Chloe's head as Matt pushed himself into Chloe's mouth. Chloe opened wide, but still could take barely half of Matt's length. She began sucking back and forth on as much of Matt's cock as she could reach.

Abby, still standing behind Matt, beckoned Liz over with a wave. Liz took a last swig of wine, then joined Chloe on the floor before Matt. As Chloe swallowed Matt's tip, Liz licked the base of his shaft and sucked his balls.

Abby turned to Chris and me. "Gentlemen?" she said. I was already rubbing myself through my shorts, watching my wife and Liz taking turns with Matt's cock, so I quickly slid my shorts off. Abby grabbed me by my cock and took Chris's belt in her other hand. She led us back across the kitchen to the den, giving me playful squeezes on the way. "I always wanted to do this," she said, giving me a long, hard kiss. Then she squatted down and took my penis in her mouth, pulling Chris's shorts down at the same time. She held my cock in one hand and Chris's in the other, alternating between blowing me and sucking Chris.

I glanced back to the kitchen to see how my wife and Liz were getting along. Chloe was still working Matt's cock, moving from head to shaft and back again, but she was no longer kneeling. She had pushed Matt back so that he was leaning against the counter. She had stood up, bent at the waist, bracing herself with one hand while she used the other to cup his balls or squeeze his shaft. Liz was on her knees behind Chloe, her face buried deep in Chloe's ass, licking away at Chloe's cunt. From the sounds of Chloe's moans, she was enjoying it.

Back in the den, Abby pushed Chris down onto the couch. She kept sucking me, one hand firmly around the base of my cock, and pulled me up onto the couch. I ended up seated on the back of the couch, my feet on the cushions, to Abby's left as she straddled Chris. As he disappeared into her, she bobbed on my penis in time with Chris's thrusts.

"I want to see this," I heard my wife say. She walked to the couch and bent over the back, just to Abby's right. Chris approached Abby from behind. What Chloe left unspoken, but what I understood, was that she wanted me to see her as well. As Matt slowly buried his cock in her, she gasped, and her eyes grew wide. "Ohhhh," she moaned, from deep in her diaphragm. "Oh, that's so ... good." Matt sped up his pace, and Chloe began grunting rhythmically.

Chloe beckoned Liz to come sit next to me. She did, reaching over to give my cock a friendly squeeze. Abby looked up at me. "Now, Jake, fuck me in the ass," she said. It was a command, not a request. I moved behind her, and Chris stopped pumping long enough for Liz to lean over and pull Abby's cheeks apart. I positioned the tip of my penis right at the cleft in her ass and pushed inside slowly. Just as I was in as far as I could go, Abby bucked backward. Chris and I began to alternate thrusts. Abby buried her face in Liz's pussy, and I reached out to stroke Liz's breasts. Abby began breathing heavily and shaking in orgasm.

Chloe and I met each others' eyes. She could say nothing but "huhhhhhhhh," but I could tell that she was thinking exactly what I was thinking: she was right when she said that she would have fun tonight, and I would have as much fun as her.

"Oh, fuck," cried Chris, suddenly. "I'm going to cum!" Abby lifted her body off him and grabbed his arm, pulling him upward. She removed her face from between Liz's legs and leaned in to lick the underside of Chris's cock. Liz bit my ear as Chris let loose another endless stream of cum into Abby's mouth. Abby let it dribble down her chin and onto Liz's thighs. She moved forward, pulling away from me.

I wasn't done yet, but neither was Liz. "Another round?" she asked, and I gave her breast a squeeze to say yes. She stepped behind the couch, bending over it next to Chloe. The two held hands while Matt fucked Chloe and I entered Liz. Abby's ass had been almost impossibly tight, but Liz's cunt was now hot and wet. I slid in and out of Liz's vagina, reaching around to finger her clit. "Yeah," she said, "yes, yes. Ohhhh, right there."

Abby pulled Matt away from Chloe, and you could hear Chloe's disappointment as her moans faded away. "Don't worry," said Abby, "you're not done yet." Abby kneeled down, cum still dripping from her chin to her chest, and began to lick Chloe's anus. While she licked, she gently probed it with a finger. "Now relax," said Abby, as she slid her finger in. "Oh, you're a natural at this," she continued, sliding two fingers in. As Abby attended my wife's ass, Matt seated himself on the couch. Abby brought Chloe around and sat him on Matt's lap. Matt reached under her legs and pulled her up, his cock pointed straight at her anus. Abby sat on her knees in front of them, licking Matt's cock and Liz's ass. "Now relax, relax," she said soothingly, as Matt slowly entered Chloe. Chloe gasped, and squeezed Liz's hand. Abby began gently licking Chloe's clit as Matt gently slid in and out of Chloe's ass, a little deeper each time. "Oh, fuck," said Chloe, "don't stop, don't stop, ohhhhhhhhhhh." Choe convulsed for what seemed like seconds, then calmed down. Matt continued his slow strokes in her ass, until finally he let his cock pop out. It instantly began shooting cum, straight into his wife's face.

The sight of it, and of my cock disappearing into Liz's cunt while I held her perfect ass, pushed me to the brink of my own orgasm. I began to pull out, but Liz stopped me. "Cum inside me," she said, looking over her shoulder. She held eye contact while I crested, pumping all of my cum deep inside her cunt. I pulled away and kissed her, then leaned over to kiss my wife.

We surveyed the damage. Every one of us was naked and sated. Every one of us had fucked a neighbor - most of us two. Four of us hadn't even fucked our own spouses tonight. My cum was now dripping down Liz's thighs, and Abby was practically covered in her husband's and Chris's cum. She plopped down on Liz's lap, and Liz idly rubbed the cum into Abby's chest.

We were too exhausted to go anywhere, so Chris suggested that we all spend the night. Chloe and Abby went upstairs to shower (together - I can't wait to hear that story). When she came back, she and I curled up in the guest room. Abby and Matt joined us on the bed, but we were so exhausted that we all just slept like babies.

Chloe and I woke up early the next morning and decided to slip out without waking anyone else. We collected our things and headed for the front door. As we approached the living room, though, we heard a sound. Liz was bent over the couch with Chris standing behind her, burrowing deep inside her. As we walked through, they barely looked up.

"You were wonderful hosts. We had a great time," laughed Chloe, lifting her dress to flash her pussy at Liz.

Liz didn't miss a beat. "Pool party - ungh - next Saturday?"

"We'd love to," said Chloe. "It's a date."

II.

After the night we had had, Chloe and I thought it would be smart to make some rules. Ultimately, though, we agreed that we needed only a few. First, we wouldn't do anything (or anyone) that we thought the other person wouldn't be comfortable with. Second, we'd only fuck around to augment, not replace, our own sex life. Third, we wouldn't mess around with other couples unless both parties were okay with it - we didn't want to ruin anybody else's relationships. After that, we thought it would be more fun to fuck around together - watching was half the fun (or maybe not exactly half, but some of it).

With those rules in mind, the week leading up to Liz and Chris's pool party was a blast. Chloe and I went at it almost every night, sometimes with the curtains down, and sometimes with the windows open and Chris and Liz toasting us from their own window. When we finished, they'd put on their own show, and I'd finger Chloe while we watched. We took Friday off, though, saving ourselves up for what we were sure would be a special effort by our neighbors.

Late Saturday morning, we let ourselves into Chris and Liz's backyard through the gate that connected our yards. They had a beautiful pool - not big, but a decent-sized rectangle with antique tile around the rim. Their lawn came right up to the edge of the pool, then ran for a decent distance toward the back of their property, where it disappeared down a slight hill. The yard was ringed with trees, shielding it from the view of any neighbors.

It was a hot day, and Chloe and I wore our bathing suits over. I wore board shorts; she wore a bright yellow bikini. She looked fantastic, as usual - tan and toned, with a nice bounce in her ass. She wore the belly chain that she wore at the dinner party a week earlier. She twisted her hair loosely and let it hang over the front of her shoulder.

Liz and Chris were showing off their yard to a woman I didn't know. Like me, Chris was wearing a swim suit. Liz was wearing a tiny black bikini that matched her hair. It wasn't exactly indecent, but it didn't leave much to the imagination either. It was a little too small on top, which made Liz's breasts seem fuller and heavier, ready to pop out if jostled the wrong way. Or the right way. Liz's bikini bottom also seemed just a fraction too small, showing just a hint, a suggestion, of the cleft between her cheeks. At the risk of repeating myself, Liz's ass was glorious, a wonder of yoga and lunges. But I took a moment to take in the rest of her too - her slender but muscled legs, toned arms, flat stomach, shiny curtain of black hair that she tucked back over her ears. And a big smile.

"Jake, Chloe, this is Emily. Emily and I do yoga together. I thought she'd be up for an afternoon at the pool." Liz and Emily both smiled, though Liz's smile was decidedly more wicked, a fact that was lost on Emily. Emily had a fashionable brown bob, dark red lipstick, and a tiny ruby nose ring that looked a little out of place, like a souvenir from her college years that she wasn't ready to lose. She wore a loose flowered tank top and a blue bikini over a tiny frame. "Em works too hard," announced Liz, "and she needs to relax." Emily explained that she had been working at a large firm since graduating from law school two years earlier, and that most evenings she left for an hour to do yoga, but returned to her office afterward to work until the early hours of the morning. Liz took pity on her and constantly tried to get her out of the office. It was only this week, after a large case Emily had been working on settled, that Emily could even imagine it. "After two years, I have no life, no boyfriend, and no energy. I just want to lay on my back and stare at the sky."

The rest of us caught a double-meaning that Emily certainly hadn't intended, and shared a smile.

Just then, the backyard gate crashed shut, and Abby - always one to make an entrance - marched in, with Matt and another girl trailing her. "This is Rory, my cousin," Abby half-whined. "Do you mind if she joins us?" The tone in Abby's voice suggested that Abby herself minded.

I had met Rory a few times before. She was in college a couple of miles away, and came over to Matt and Abby's place to do laundry every couple of weeks. From what I could tell, they liked having her around. She was fun and sassy, with a sharp wit. She looked a lot like her cousin - blonde, tan, athletic - but was a few inches shorter. She wore a short denim miniskirt, a white t-shirt, and oversized sunglasses, and lugged a bag overflowing with textbooks. "Don't mind me," she said, "I'm studying." She found an empty lawn chair and pulled out a giant tome. "Orgo," she said, a word that I'm certain had no meaning to the rest of us. Rory plugged in a pair of earbuds and attacked her textbook with a highlighter.

Abby shot Liz a look. Chloe offered to show Emily our yard so that Abby and Liz could talk. "She showed up with her laundry just as we were leaving," Abby said. "I told her we were going to the pool, and she invited herself along. She said that you guys said she's always welcome."

"That must have been Chris," said Liz, a little irritated at the thought of her husband secretly flirting with a college student.

"Well, whatever we had planned - not while she's here, okay?," Abby asked. "Of course," said Liz. Abby still looked mad. "Hey, don't worry," I said. "I promise, as soon as she leaves, you'll get good and fucked." Abby laughed and gave my crotch a quick tug.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could swear that I saw Rory take notice.

So, contrary to the expectations of everybody except Emily and Rory, the party started quietly. Chris barbequed some lunch, and we drank fruity drinks until we were all a bit buzzed. After a while, Chloe sat down with Abby, Matt, and Rory. I went over to Liz and Emily and sat next to Liz on a lounge chair.

"Em was just telling me how long it's been since she had sex," Liz said, matter-of-factly. Emily shot her a look, then admitted it. "A long time," she said. "Know any guys who are into girls who are only available between midnight and six a.m.?" "Um, all of them," I said. "Well," she said, "send them my way. From the sound of it, you get more ass in a week than I've had since I graduated from law school."

I looked at Liz. "I told her that you leave your windows open," she said. "I know all your secrets." Liz laid her hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. "Huh," said Emily, "it sounds like they're not secrets at all." From this I gathered that Liz had told her that she had seen us. Emily looked a little flushed. She had an empty margarita glass next to her and was working on another drink. Liz leaned in to her. "Let me tell you something, Em," she said, "he is a joy to watch." Emily's eyes flashed to me, then to Liz's hand on my thigh, which had inched toward my crotch. Liz leaned in to me - pushing her breasts against my arm - and stage-whispered to me, "get out of here. Girl talk." She pinched my ass as I rose.

This time, I was sure that Rory saw. She smiled at me, then pulled out her earbuds. "It is so fucking hot," she said. She stood up and pulled off her skirt and t-shirt, leaving just a small green thong. "Sorry Abs, I don't have a bathing suit." She gave her small breasts a squeeze, walked to the end of the pool, and dived in, swimming from one end to the other. "That's much better," she said, walking back to her pile of clothes. She pulled on the skirt and the t-shirt, which clung to her wet skin, and announced that she was going back to Abby's "to put my shit in the dryer and start another load."

"Well, fuck that," said Chloe as the gate slammed shut. "If she's going topless, so am I." Emily looked stunned, and I thought that Liz kept her top on only out of allegiance to her.

Abby, however, still wore a small cover-up dress. The moment the gate had shut, she was on her feet as well. "Hey, Chris," she said, "come in the house and show me where you keep the towels." She grabbed Chloe's hand as she went. As the three passed me, Abby whispered to me, "I'm not even wearing a fucking suit."

Matt and I joined Liz and Emily. Liz seemed intent on getting Emily to join our little club, but I had no idea how. I was dreading the prospect of some clumsy farce with suntan lotion, but she thankfully had skipped that step. " ... so then Chris and I put on a show for them," she said. So she was telling Emily about last Friday. "Girl talk still?," I asked, but she just patted the spot on the lounge chair next to her. Matt sat down next to her, while I stood. "You were there," she shrugged. She proceeded to tell Emily about the rest of the night in detail, ending up with her little bow with a faceful of cum. "And you know what?," she said, "it was the best fuck I had ever had."

"Hey," she said, changing the subject and pointing to her top, "do you mind if I take this off?" "Knock yourself out," said Emily, hesitating a little bit. Matt helped Liz untie her top. Liz leaned back into her lounge chair and put her feet up on Matt's lap. She gave me a look that said, "not yet, but we're getting there." So I went into the house, ostensibly for another beer.

What I really wanted to do was check on my wife. I found her upstairs, in Chris and Liz's bedroom. Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Chloe and Abby taking turns swallowing his cock. Chloe had two fingers in Abby's pussy, which Abby seemed to enjoy immensely. The door was only half open, so I had to lean against the jamb to get a good view. Chloe saw me and gave me a big smile before taking Chris all the way into her mouth. Then she stood up, pushed Abby aside, and straddled Chris, one foot on the floor, and one on the bed. Chris leaned back, and while Chloe took his cock inside her, Abby mounted his face. I watched them absent-mindedly, stroking my own stiffening member through my shorts.

I was so absorbed in watching my wife fucking my neighbor that I didn't notice someone coming up behind me. Someone grabbed me by the back of my waistband and pulled me into Chris's office, across the hall from the bedroom.

"Whatcha looking at?," asked Rory. I stammered for a moment, and she stopped me. "Oh, give it up. You were watching your wife and my cousin fuck your neighbor."

"Yeah."

"I was watching too." My guess is that she never even left the house. "Two women who are not your wife copped a feel on your cock, and my cousin comes to a pool party with no clothes on under her cover-up. How dumb do you think I am?" Not dumb it all, as it turns out. "Look, don't sweat it. I was watching too."

I looked at her, and it's clear she was telling the truth. She still had on her t-shirt - sadly, no longer wet - but her skirt and underwear were MIA.

"If you're quiet, we can still watch the show," Rory said. From the office door, I could still see into the bedroom. Abby was now bent over the edge of the bed, her face buried in Chloe's pussy, with Chris pounding her from behind. I could feel Rory's breath on my back as she strained to see while staying hidden behind me.

"I can't see shit. Take your shorts off," she said. I started to object, but she shushed me. "You're blocking me, and I want a show. Now let me see it." I pulled my pants down and gave Rory an eyeful of my erection. "Now," I said, "I think I'll join them, thanks very much. Enjoy the show."

"No, no, no," whispered Rory. "You're not going anywhere." She walked up to me and leaned against the wall, pulling my hand to her crotch. "Now tell me what's happening."

With one finger in her, I narrated. "Chris is fucking Abby from behind. No, wait, Abby and Chloe are switching places. Chris is putting his cock into my wife." We could hear Chloe's moans, and Abby's, too, as she sat on my wife's mouth. "Do you like to watch your wife fucking somebody else?," asked Rory. "I fucking love it," I said, putting a second finger into Rory's cunt.

Rory pulled my hand out and pushed me toward Chris's desk. She put her hands on the edge and stuck her ass out toward me. "Can you see her from here?," she asked. I couldn't, but I didn't care. Rory grabbed the shaft of my cock and pulled me to her slit. She rubbed her fingers in her pussy, then on the head of my cock, and backed up. Without even moving, I was all the way inside her. She did all the work, moving back and forth, working the full length of my shaft with her pussy. She twisted her body around, looking me in the eye while I fucked her. She bit her lip. She was so tight. Her pussy was so warm.

"What the fuck, Jake?" Abby had appeared at the door, looking pissed. "Sshh," said Rory, "I'm getting fucked over here." It was a comical fight. Rory was thrusting her hips back at me, in full control of the prick deep inside her. Abby had a chin and chest full of cum. Abby looked like she was going to punch me, but Rory slowed her rhythm long enough to take control. "Nobody tells you who to fuck," said Rory, gesturing with her eyes toward the sticky aftermath of Abby's own tryst. "I'm a big girl now too. He's an adult, I'm an adult, and he's about to come all over me." She returned to her emphatic humping, rolling her hips with each thrust, and her prediction came true. She pulled off of me just as I came, sending a thick white stream up her back, all over her t-shirt. "Now I really need to do some laundry," she said.

Chloe had brought a towel for Abby, and she tossed one to Rory as well. "Welcome to the neighborhood," she said, lovingly dropping to her knees to clean up the last of the cum from my penis. Abby still looked steamed. "Look, Abs, it wasn't his fault. I figured out what was going on here, and I forced him." Abby was dubious. "Also, if I'm right, he's not the only guy I'm going to fuck today, and that" - she pointed at Chris - "isn't the only guy you're going to fuck. So let's work our shit out later. In the mean time, I still have some work to do." For the second time this afternoon, Rory pulled off her top and headed for the pool. Matt seemed to be sleeping, but Liz and Emily were still chatting. As the rest of us spilled out of the house, totally naked, Emily's eyes grew wide.

"Liz, no offense, but you're going about this all wrong," Rory announced. "Emily, do you want to get fucked?"

Emily startled, then took a deep breath and pulled off her bikini top. "Somebody wake up Matt," said Rory. Then she leaned down and untied Emily's bikini bottoms. She gently kissed the insides of Emily's thighs, then began licking Emily's clitoris. "Mmmm," said Emily. She seemed instantly incapable of forming words. "Uhhhh."

Liz was busy bringing Matt to attention. When he was fully erect, she led him to Emily. Rory looked up, surprised by Matt's huge cock. "Jesus, Matt, I never knew. But we can't start with that - there'd be no second act. Let me just eat her out for a while first." Emily pounded the lounge chair in approval - she would be happy doing this for a while. Matt looked down at his unused erection unhappily, but Abby whispered in his ear. "You sure?," he asked, and she nodded. So Matt stationed himself behind Rory. "Uhhhh," she said, as Matt worked himself inside her. "Abs, that is a million-dollar cock you have on that boy of yours. Apology accepted."