As she exited the vehicle at her front door, she reminded herself to be quiet as the household will be asleep, but she would have a glass of red and watch some television to help her calm down from her active and fun filled night. But as she approached the front door, key in hand, she could see faint light through the translucent glass panels around the frame, and so she reached out to feel the handle, and it turned easily in her hand. "He's still up", she happily thought to herself. Happily because after a night of dancing and Gin, she did feel enough of a stir to want to make use of her husband, if he was keen.
As she crossed the threshold, she could hear voices, and quickly discerned the sound of one of the neighbours husbands. Her thoughts were dashed as, not only was her husband not alone, but the guest was an awful boorish fool who she had little time for. Their conversation was too loud for a house with little sleepers, and broken with laughter as they counterpointed each other over something that made no sense and was of little interest to her. The conversation paused, and both the men welcomed her home and entreated her to join them. It was always a chore to talk to these pair, particularly when, as tonight, they had done significant damage to a bottle of whiskey. The sexism, racism, and now that she was there, double entendres liberally coursing from both of them over business related issues they could share, were of little entertainment to her, particularly after such a positive and fun evening of real sparkling conversation.
As she excused herself and went to the safety of her bedroom, she couldn't ignore the desire within her. But she needed the oafish neighbour to leave. Or to get her husband to make him leave. She undressed in their robe and looked at herself in the mirror. Two children and forty something years later, she was happy with her battle scars and that she still turned heads and had men follow her with their eyes. The slight chill from autumn, and the sensations slowly building in her, were manifest in the rock hard nipples she was presenting on her generous chest. They sat up firm with goosebumps now covering her uncovered skin. How could she get he husbands attention? Her flannel pyjamas? No, he wouldn't notice. Her satin nighty? Far too much in front of that fool. She grabbed on of her husbands' white t-shirts. Perfect length, and it says nothing. He breasts were uncontrolled under the shirt and it clung to them, every lump and curve on proud display.
She walked back to the kitchen and poured herself a whiskey; bugger the wine. As she approached the lounge from behind the neighbour, her husbands' eyes were riveted on her. She shook her chest at him through the shirt, and he stumbled through the words he was saying and had to stop. The unusual break in conversation caused the neighbour to turn and check what had happened, but she had righted herself and kept walking. Around the lounge and straight onto the lap of their neighbour. And so she butted into the conversation as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. The neighbour couldn't really get a good look at her as her back was to him, but it suited her perfectly. She was flirting with the man across from her; her husband. She would casually brush her hand down her chest while talking, drawing attention to her proud nipples and occasionally gesture quickly with her hands to ensure their generous sway. His eyes never moved from her. She had his complete attention.
And now she wanted to play her trump card. The neighbour made one of his crude jokes, and she pretended to laugh. It was vaguely amusing but she gave more effort than it deserved, but caught his hand and casually put it on her thigh about midway. With her husband's eyes now drawn lower, she spread her knees wide, almost to the width of the men, and as the shirt opened wide and shifted up, he was under no illusion that his bride was naked under the shirt. The neighbour couldn't see and didn't know. But the most important person did. She could see him gulp and squirm in his seat. She gently reached down with her other hand and brused against her pubic hair and aggressively played with it for his benefit, while the man on who's lap she sat was completely unaware as she maintained perfect composure and kept the conversation flowing.
Her husband stood, and she could clearly see he was aroused, as was her want, and he took her by the hand, gently, to refresh their drinks in the kitchen. The whiskey was having an effect on her after and evening of gin; you shouldn't change drinks during an evening she reminded herself as she poured another stiff one. He husband wheeled on her in hushed tones to not be overheard, and demanded to know what was going on. Why was she flirting with the neighbour like that? Where did that come from? He was embarrassed. What was she trying to achieve. He was aroused, and she was aroused, but apparently over different things. She explained this was meant to be for him, and he told he he was loving it. Damn it, he's missing the point again! As he took he back to the lounge he dimmed the lights low, too low, and sat her beside their neighbour and he sat on her other side. She was trapped. Pinned. This wasn't right and not really what she was intending. But no her husband was keeping the conversation and the nieghbour had perfect view of her. He could see how short the shirt was, revealing almost to the tops of her thighs, particularly as she couldn't adjust the shirt as she sat. And he was staring at her chest, still very visible under the white cotton. They were betraying her and working against her now. Between the two men and with her husband now deliberately brushing along her thigh and flanks, her breasts were hard again. And her husband noticed and he commented and told their neighbour to see what effect he was having on his wife and that he should return his hand to her thigh. Fucking what? Her mind responded. It was harmless and flirty, and maybe that was the whiskey talking, but suddenly she had a hand on each thigh, and her husband had now turned her head to kiss her and he ran his fingers along her belly. And then she melted and relaxed and kissed him back. But he had reached over to the neighbours hand and lifted it to her chest. He mind went to an alcohol and dopamine blur. It felt fantastic. There were more hands gently rubbing her than ever before, and her hauband paused and asked if she was ok with this. Yes, she responded. And then it was on. He lifted her shirt and now she was fully exposed, leaning back on the neighbour while the licked and sucked n her chest. She could feel the extra hands gently scratching her sides and belly, and down to her thighs and, betraying herself again, gently spread her legs in front of her husband.
He laid her down on the couch and kissed her and caressed her chest and filled her field of view fully. What ever he was doing was working. Desire was sweeping her and she was loving it. And as her mind processed all that was happening to her, she became aware that the neighbour was rubbing his fingers all around her groin. Her belly, her thighs and her pussy were all being rubbed but the attention was becoming more attracted to her womanhood. And with one bent up on the couch and the other on the floor, she opened and presented herself to his probing fingers. And she was not disappointed. It had been decades since another man had touched her like that, and she was loving it. A different technique. A better one. And soon she could feel her body start to respond. As she felt the desire rising withing her, she started to push back and want more. The neighbour sensed this too and made a bold assuming move. He dragged her body to the side, slightly off the couch, and without her knowing had dropped his shorts, and gently rubbed the head of his cock against her. She could feel the size of the head as it pushed into her. Slightly larger that she was used to, but after the expert attention from his fingers, she was well ready to accept it. He started to build and maintain a steady rhythm. She could feel he wasn't using all of his length and she appreciated it. The sensation was building and she was responding. The husband hadn't turned or looked, but working on the top half of his wafe, and looking in her eyes, they were synchronised, and he knew what was happening. Are you enjoying this? He queried her. She nodded and trying to control her mouth said that he was inside her. And as the building crescendo of her orgasm grew, her husband kneading and sucking on her breast exactly as she liked it, she gripped the cushioned couch and threw her head back and groaned. And they kept up their steady rhythm for another minute before gently slowing and the orgasm rolled in her the entire time. That was superb. And the husband then lifted her up and she could see the neighbour still gently and slowly fucking her. He had not come and was still erect. Not only wider than her husband but much longer. But he wasn't giving it all to her. But it was enough.
And then the neighbour pulled out and reclined on the couch, his member still erect and glistening, and the husband pushed her all the way forward so her face was now in front of this thing. She knew what they wanted and she wasn't against it, as she took it into her mouth and she could hear her husband undressing behind her. Gently, said the neighbour, she is only just coming down. Bloody hell, she thought, not only does he have expert fingers and a good-sized cock he can handle, but he can read my body. And her husband entered her. The last 5 minutes had him almost at bursting point. It was different, but still appreciated. In fact the smaller size was appreciated at this point. But this was familiar territory, and she knew it wouldn't be long for him. The neighbour half dragged her onto him and himself under her, and now she was looking him in the eye as her husband worked behind her. He kissed her gently. This is too weird he brain said. He does nothing for me physically, and yet he has just helped me have one of the best orgasms of my life. And she kissed him back, passionately, as her husband increased his pace behind her. And the neighbour felt it too. Because he stopped kissing her and said, he'll be done soon, and when his cock drops out, have mine in your hand ready to replace it. And so now she had his member in her hand and stroking it up and down the whole length, and the one that was inside her erupted, then within 15 seconds had become limp and dropped out of her. She could feel the come dribble out of her and down her clitorous, cold and wet, and it ran onto her hand as she stroked the second cock before slipping the whole mess inside her. And now she had control and she lowered herself onto its length and forced herself down, but it still wasn't all. She held his eye and fiercely rode his cock slowly taking a little more. It was big and tight, but not uncomfortable. Again reading the situation the neighbour lushed he up and told her to turn around, reverse style, so she could again focus on her husband. His flaccid, glistening penis was in front of her eye and so she took it in her mouth. She could taste herself and him as she leaned forward and rolled her tongue around his cock and the whole thing around her mouth. Now the neighbours hands had her waist and was gently pulling her onto him. The time he had spent relaxing her, the new angle, and his hold on her were perfectly aligning to allow him full access to her. Because her body wansn't used to him he was touching her in places she wasn't used to and he was occasionally brushing up against her cervix, and the sensation was magnificent. As he pulled her up and down at a medium tempo, she felt the sensation start to rise in her again. Incredible! She didn't usually react like this so quickly. Not that it hadn't happened before, but this felt special. The neighbour told her husband to relax onto the couch and then he positioned he over him, like she had done to him before but now the neighbour was behind her working away. She was ready and she was taking it all. He was now playing with her, changing his angles and tempo. It was stirring her up and she just stared at her husband in amazement, unable and unwilling to speak, just focusing. Then he sensed her readiness, and changed to a steady medium tempo. She was able to focus on this and she could feel another orgasm building. As he started to feel her body pushing back, demanding more, he started to increase his speed, keeping it straight and even, she couldn't help herself, it was coming. He pulled her hair so her head was raised and she was looking at her husband. "What's happening to you", her husband asked? He's fucking me. "And what are you doing?", He asked mischievously. "Oh god", she growled, "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming". "Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to fuck you?" Asked the neighbour. "Fuck me", she said too loudly for a house with sleeping children, and a woman doing something that had not even crossed her mind an hour before. "Where are your manners?" he said as he slapped her hard on the cheek of her arse. "Please", she almost yelped after the smack. "Please fuck me!" And he did he kept the tempo as the orgasm released through her. Not the explosion of the previous one, but it kept going, his pace gently getting faster and taking her body along with it. He wasn't stopping. As her orgasm waned, she reached and felt his balls. They were tight and high and she knew what was coming.
"Where do you want me to come?" he asked. "Inside me", she said looking her husband in the eye. "I won't", he said, "That belongs to him. Give me another option quickly". But she didn't. She wanted this. She pushed herself back, trapping the neighbour against the couch, he unbalanced as he loosed his load into her and couldn't pull out, all the while she watched her husband. When she could feel he was done she dismounted, turned and looked. The member was still up but not as angry looking as before. She got to her knees and, not taking her eyes from his cock, licked it and cleaned it and tasted this cocktail of juices from the two men.
When she finished, she stood and admired the scene. Her husband naked on the couch beside her neighbour pants less, and her, naked and sweaty and regaining her breath. They all reached for their drinks and laughed slightly nervously. The small talk was mirthful and at least all seemed on the same page after the event. Even now she knew, she would need to make this situation happen again in the future. She had tasted something different, and she liked it.
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