Neighborhood fun
written by:
cptn_average

My wife and I bought a house in a typical suburban neighborhood several years ago. About the same time another couple around the same age moved in to a house on the other side of the block, so our backyards were kitty-corner so to speak. The four of us hit it off almost right away and would spend a lot of time hanging out together, either at each other's house or going out on the town. Eventually the four of us became comfortable enough around each other that the sexual comments and innuendos would flow freely at times. The more we drank, the looser or actions became. However, it never got past the inappropriate comments. I never thought it would, I don't think the others did either, until one wild and crazy night changed everything.

It started a few months before the Saturday night in question. First, my wife wanted to host an adult toy party for women so she invited a few of her friends and Sara. Paul and I went to a bar for a few hours until we got the all clear from our wives. Ann bought a few things, nothing big, a cockring and bullet vibrator along with some various lubes. I shouldn't say it was nothing big, because even those things added a fun new twist to our sex lives in a big way compared to what it was. Not that before was bad, just more on the vanilla side.

A few months later Sara had so much fun that she hosted another toy party with her friends and invited Ann. Once again Paul and I hid out at a bar until we got the all clear. Again my wife bought a few toys, another vibrator, insertable this time, along with a pair of handcuffs and blindfold. Like the last time, I didn't know if or what she might purchase. I walked in and saw the toys, gave her a look, and she just smiled, giving me a wink of her own before closing her eyes and crossing her hands in front of her stomach, she just stood like that for a few heartbeats, but those moments seemed to last forever. Ann and I broke in the new purchases to rave reviews. If I thought the toys she bought the last time broadened our sexual horizon, the stuff Ann bought this time around doubled the size of our playground.

Ann and I played and explored our sexual fantasies and appetites every chance we got. We also continued to hang out with Ann and Paul. Whether it was at our house, their house, or bar hopping around town, the four of us hung out almost weekly. Except for about a month towards the end of one summer. One couple was busy for one reason or another. We'd see each other in passing and the standard exchange became, 'we need to get to get together one of these weekends.' 'Definitely. But not this weekend, maybe next.'

Finally both couples were free the following weekend, which was good timing as all four of us desperately needed a night to unwind for one reason or another. Ann was looking forward to the night and hanging out with Sara. I was looking forward to the prospect of wild, alcohol fueled sex with Ann that night.

The Saturday for fun arrived and the weather was shaping up to be just as advertised, sunny and low 80s, not a cloud in the sky. Ann and I walked over to our neighbors about 3 in the afternoon. The four of us grab a drink, some snacks and sit out on their deck and bitch about the crap each of us had to deal with recently. Even though our get-togethers will drop into the gutter at times, today was turned up a few notches, a little more graphic and pointed and a little less veiled innuendo. I was a little surprised, but Ann can get that way once you add in some alcohol and remove all the stress from her mind. The only thought in my mind is that it was going to be a wild and fun night once we got back home. It turned out Ann and I would have fun, though it would happen early than I thought.

Paul fired up the grill and the women went in to the kitchen and began getting things together for dinner. We had an incredible meal of steaks, potatoes, and salad. That was the only part of the night when the talk wasn't sexual. The drinking also slowed down a little bit as we started to pace ourselves for the rest of the night.

With dinner finished, we cleaned up the mess and went back to the deck, each of us with a full drink in hand. Everyone was feeling good in more ways than one. Hanging out with friends drinking always seems to get people in a good mood. As it started to get dark, the talk began to get extremely sexual again. Everybody was waiting for someone to make the first move, but nobody was brave or drunk enough yet.

A few hours later my wife pipes up, "I feel like playing pool. Anyone else?"

The rest of us look at each other, we all nod our heads in agreement, "sure, let's go." Sara, Paul, and I say quickly one after another.

The four of us head to their basement, first making sure we've got a stash of alcohol with us to take downstairs. The first game is couples and after quite a bit of sloppy playing by everyone, Paul and Sara win.

Once again, leave it to Ann, "Again?" She asks simply, hoping someone would take her up on it.

Paul and Sara look at each other, "Sure" Paul says. "Rack 'em" Sara adds.

I start to rack the balls for the next game. Sara pipes up this time, looking at Ann, "Let's make some sort of wager for this one."

"Sounds good to me." I say, not catching the hint.

Ann does though, "What do you have in mind?"

"How about our asses." Sara replies, a sly grin crossing her face.

Ann just looks at me first before back at Sara. I shrug my shoulders clearly missing something. By the look on Paul's face, he was just as clueless.

Sara paused for a second, took a sip of her drink before continuing. "Our asses, Ann." Ann starts to catch on and begins to blush. Sara keeps going, "I seem to remember you mentioning at one of the parties that you want to see what it's like to get fucked in the ass, but chicken out and have only been fingered." Ann gets redder by the word. "But even with his finger, the orgasms are so much more powerful, so incredible. So I say the loser gets fucked in the ass by their partner."

Ann takes a long sip of her drink, looks at me for support, takes another sip before answering, "Ok. I agree. How should we do it?"

The four of us spend what seems like the next thirty minutes discussing and agreeing to the terms of the game. We settle on a game between just the women, each one has four balls, sink a ball and the other one strips, winner is the one to sink the eight ball. The losing couple goes up to Sara and Paul's bedroom and fucks her in the ass. The winning woman gets to watch; making sure it happens. I rack the balls in a diamond and Ann breaks.

Paul and I take a seat and settle in with our drinks to watch the game unfold. If the first game was sloppy, this one was a painful mess. The only saving graces are that we were drunk and two beautiful women were stripping in front of us. The game itself was back and forth. Ann lost her top showing off her bra first and I got instantly hard. Paul's eyes jumped out of their sockets. Sara exposed her breasts first and I nearly came right then and there. I've always thought my wife's body was amazing, and it is, but something about seeing Sara's perky breasts swinging around made me want to grab a handful and suck on them. Surprisingly Ann whispered in my ear, "She's got a great set of tits on her, doesn't she."

I wasn't sure how or if I should respond, Ann sensed my difficulty and kissed me before giggling.

Eventually both women were down to their panties and neither one could sink the eight ball. Finally Sara missed leaving my wife an easy shot that she couldn't miss. With a squeal Ann jumps up and down, surprised and relieved she made it. Sara slowly peels off her panties and tosses them onto the middle of the pool table. Looking at Paul and Ann, "Well, shall we?" Sara asks, clearly not sorry she lost this game.

Ann walks over to me, kisses me deeply before following Paul and Sara up to their bedroom. I'm left to sit and wait for them to return. All I can do is re-adjust my painful hard on in my shorts and keep drinking. I decide to rack the balls and practice, removing Sara's soaked panties first.

Sara walks in to their room first and turns on a bedside lamp. Paul turns on another one as Sara pulls out a vibrator and bottle of lube. She tosses the lube to Paul before bending over the edge of the bed. Sara rests on one hand and holds the vibrator between her legs with the other. Smiling she looks at me and shakes her ass. Paul steps up behind her dropping his shorts and boxers to the floor. First he puts a generous amount of lube between his wife's cheeks and works it inside her asshole before covering his hard cock.

Ann watched Paul slowly enter Sara's ass and once buried deep he began to fuck her in long slow strokes. As the vibrator worked its magic Sara began to push back against him getting Paul to pick up the pace. Soon he was slamming into her and both of them were grunting and moaning, covered in sweat. Ann was frozen in place, wanting to touch herself, maybe even join in, possibly turn away and leave our friends alone in their private moment, but most of all, could not take her eyes off his dick plunging in and out of her friend's ass and wondering what it felt like. A part of her actually wishing she was Sara and I was fucking her ass. As all of those thoughts raced through Ann's drunk brain she became increasingly turned on.

She was brought back to the moment as Paul lets out a final grunt exploding inside Sara. His wife answers with a scream of her own as a powerful orgasm rips through Ann's body. The couple pause for a few seconds, still joined as they come back down. His soft cock slips out with a plop. At some point in time he took off his shirt leaving Ann the only one in the room not naked.

With that explicit scene locked in her drunken memory, Ann turns leaving Paul and Sara alone. My wife comes back downstairs, grabs my shoulders, walks me backwards to a chair where she pushes me backwards to sit in, but not before my shorts and boxers and are roughly pushed to the floor. Ann drops to her knees in front of me and hungrily starts sucking my cock, bobbing her head up and down.

Sara walks into the room, still naked, seconds after Ann starts and takes a seat next to us to watch. Paul walks in shortly after his wife, also naked, but sits down several feet away. Seeing Sara walk in naked and glowing nearly has me cum right there.

Ann doesn't usually give blowjobs, she will once and awhile, but it isn't her most favorite thing. Normally she goes through the motions before moving on to the fucking. Unless we're locked in a 69 where my wife gets caught up a little more in the action before riding me. Even rarer are the times when she lets me cum in her mouth. When I do, Ann immediately spits it out in a kleenex and continues. Tonight is different. Tonight she is an animal; sloppily running her tongue and mouth along the shaft, swirling around its purple head, and above all putting on an amazing show. I thought she was going to bring me in a glorious orgasmic finale.

I was wrong, but what she did next more than makes up for it. Ann stands up slowly, smiling, gives Sara a wink, Ann pulls her panties down, turns around, and settles down on my cock where she begins grinding away. After a moment my wife reaches out to Sara, who walks over and stands in front of Ann. They begin to touch and caress each other's body, hands running up and down their body. I try and reach around her body but two sets of hands push mine away so I sit back and enjoy the ride, if not the show. Ann leans forward for a kiss and takes Sara's tits in her mouth. I see Sara lean down to lick my wife's hardened nipples. Ann starts to bounce up and down on my cock harder and faster feverishly trying to bring both of us. Now it's our turn to fill up the room with an assortment of moans and animalistic grunts in between gasping breathes. I feel gentle fingers brushing my cock as Ann slides along the length. From her reactions it seems like those fingers are also working magic against her clit. Shortly after Sara's hands rest on our bodies, I feel Ann begin to shudder and spasm as an orgasm rips through her body. Her pussy walls grab my cock milking it. The pulsing sends me over the edge and fill my wife's pussy sending her further into orgasmic bliss.

Ann rests on top of me as our sweaty, heaving bodies calm down, Ann manages to turn around for a brief kiss before Sara reaches out and they kiss gently, our combined fluids leak out of my wife.

The four of us glance around the room at each other, not quite sure what to say, but at least for now ok with what just happened. Our sexual appetites satiated, Ann and I walk back home, but not before the women share one last embrace, I hug Sara while Paul hugs Ann, and Paul and I shake hands. We don't even bother to get naked, just scoop up our clothes in our hands and walk through their backyard to your home giggling the whole time.

We make it to our picnic table and I drop my clothes, grab Ann and begin to kiss her. She drops her clothes, pulling me closer and we begin to make out, tongues dancing and probing, hands grabbing and fondling where they can. I start walking Ann over to sit on a chair, hoping to eat her out. She breaks the passionate kiss, "Most nights I'd love to have that. I want that, I do. I want to be taken out here, bent over the table." She hesitates for a second or two, wanting to continue but not sure about it.

I start kissing her neck. That pushes my wife over the edge. "Tonight I want it in my ass." lifting my chin to look into her eyes. "I want what Sara got tonight."

I look into Ann's eyes, she smiles, nods, confidently. "Then let's go." I say with a smile of my own, as I get up and grab her hand.

We actually leave our clothes in a pile on the deck, she stops me first to rip off my t-shirt, leaving us both naked before starting for the house. The two of us make our way to the bedroom, grabbing, kissing, and stumbling along the way. In the darkness she dives for the nightstand to grab the lube and vibrator handing the lube to me, kissing my hand as I take it from her. I watch her sit down on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, caress her breasts tenderly before sliding her hands down her flat stomach to her went pussy, hands gliding across her slit a few times. Finally she looks at me, nods her head, smiles. I take that as my cue to walk up to the bed between her legs and take in her sweat covered body, rub my fingers across her pussy getting them covered in juices and continuing down to her asshole.

First I squirt a generous amount of lube letting it drip down her crack, then coat my throbbing cock. Taking a breath to make sure we're both ready I press it against her tight hole, staring into her eyes. Ann nods once more and I push gently, enough for the head to slide in. She takes in a sharp breath, lets out an 'oh fuck'. I pause a heartbeat again and Ann smiles at me to continue. Slowly I bury my dick into her ass. Once in to my balls Ann starts the vibrator and places it against her clit. With her body distracted I start to thrust, each time her ass becomes more accommodating while my wife's body gets into it. After a few minutes she's taking the full length like we do this all the time, our combined moans echoing throughout the house. She starts yelling, "Fill me up. Cum in my ass. Harder."

I can feel my toes tighten as her body starts shaking, with a grunt, I let out "I'm cumming."

As I slam as deep into her as I can, my cock twitching as cum explodes inside her. The twitching finally pushes her over the edge, Ann also orgasms for the second time that night. From her body's reaction, it was definitely more powerful than normal, and stronger with more aftershocks than with my finger. Mine was also stronger, but I can't really say for certain how much of my seed actually made it in to her, but neither cared then. I slid out, leaned forward and embraced Ann in a gentle kiss. "I love you." She whispers. "I love you too." We proceed to clean off in the shower, she heads for bed as I grab our clothes from outside, drop them in a pile on the kitchen floor and then curl around Ann in bed.