I finally got around to introducing myself to the new neighbors. It had been well over a month since they had moved in, but between gardening, knitting, yoga, work, and the rest, I just couldn’t find the time. But I planned to plant some trees along the fence on their side, and wanted to make sure they wouldn’t mind the leaves falling in their yard. One of them was sunbathing in a bikini in the back, and said her name was Missy. Her partner Leslie was out shopping.
We chatted a bit, and she offered me a lemonade, pouring a bit of vodka in it. She mentioned that Stan, my husband, had helped them out a bit over the past few weeks. I knew he had been over, but hadn’t payed it any mind. “Well, at least he’s good for something”, I said dismissively. I don’t know what he’d been up to these past few years, other than watching TV, but it certainly wasn’t helping with my gardening or other stuff.
“Oh, I’m sure he’s got his uses”, she bantered playfully. “Seems like a sweet guy, you two must have some enjoyable evenings”. I coughed in disdain, “Nah, he’s pretty worthless in the sack. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am, see you next month”.
“Oh, he’s probably more willing to try new things than you might think. Most guys are”, she said pleasantly. I laughed, “Maybe some, but not Stan. He hasn’t tried anything but the missionary position for the past ten years.”. Missy looked a bit startled by this. “Have you tried asking him to eat you out?”. I shook my head – when he had, I found it a bit too intense, and didn’t like losing control. “What about you on top?”. “No, it’s just too much work for me”. She pondered it a bit, as if a bit reluctant to press, but unable to resist asking a bit more. “What about a little bondage – just handcuffs or a blindfold?”. I laughed harder, “Definitely not”.
“Well, I’m pretty certain he’d be more adventurous in bed if you indicated you were interested”, she stated.
“You don’t know Stan”, I said confidently. “I bet he wouldn’t be interested in fucking a porn starlet if it meant missing an hour of ESPN”.
Now it was her turn to laugh, “Oh, I don’t think he’d be that bad”.
“Seriously, you try seducing him – you’ll see just how bad he is.”, I said.
She was quiet for awhile, refilled my vodka lemonade, and said gently “You really should be careful, some women might take advantage of comments like that.”
“I mean it”, I protested. Well, I didn’t really mean it, I just didn’t want to back down, and the thought of Stan being a sex stallion for the local lesbian was crazy. True, she had a great body, which her swimsuit nicely showed off, but from the neighborhood gossip I knew her and Leslie were hardcore lesbians. Besides, anything that involved Stan missing basketball, baseball, football, or whatever the sport of the season was outside the range of possibility. “You get him to give you an orgasm, I’ll fix up your yard. If not, you can weed my garden all next year”.
“Well that’s too good of an offer to pass up”, she said, and I wasn’t sure if she was kidding. Lord knows her yard needed help – I don’t think either of them cared too much for it. “Tell you what – Wednesday is Columbus Day – do you and Stan have off?”. We did. “OK, you plan a day shopping – I’ll see if I can get anywhere with Stan. If I do, I’ll text you and you can see what your man can do if you let him. If not, I’ll pick up Gardening for Dummies at the bookstore and learn the difference between a weed and a geranium”.
“I thought you were a lesbian”, I said, a bit bewildered.
“Bisexual, actually, although I’d never leave Leslie, she’s a wonder. But I dated a few guys before her, and well, a few women too. Does this mean the bet is off?”
“Oh no, it’s on. I’m not going to pass up on free yard work”, but I felt a bit less confident. She did look good in that swimsuit, and I could see her seducing anyone she took a shine to. It also looked like she had worked much harder at staying in shape than most folks our age. But Stan, that lazy sack of shit, well, good luck getting a carpet licking from him.
When Wednesday rolled around, I told Stan I’d be out bargain hunting. He grunted, focused on the tube. So I was rather startled when, around 1pm, I got a text from Missy saying, “Hide in your bedroom closet. Be there by 1:20”. I left the car parked about a block away, and quietly snuck into my own house. It was empty, and I wasn’t sure where Stan had gone.
The closet door had a good view of our bed, and I waited patiently. 1:20 came and went, and I was about to leave, when I heard a door open and close, and some giggling. Shortly, Missy waltzed into the room, and laid down on my bed, wearing the same swimsuit from the weekend. Stan followed after her, and immediately knelt down on the edge of the bed. She positioned her groin right in front of his face, and he quickly untied her bikini bottom and pulled it off. She wrapped her legs around his head and pulled it into her pussy. He was an enthusiastic muff diver – the wetter she got, the louder the licking sounded, and from the scent she was really going. She now draped her legs over his shoulders but still kept pulling him close.
After a few minutes, she said “Use this”, and handed him a condom. He tore the package open with his teeth, hastily pulled off his clothes, and put it on. She removed her bikini top in the meanwhile. Her tits were so large for her frame they had to be fake, no one has real breasts that nice. Now he stood at the edge of the bed, both of them nude, his fully erect and wrapped penis just inches from her cunt. She spread her legs out, the soles of her feet barely touching the floor, and he leaned over her, and then guided his prick slowly inside her, gradually kneeling down as he slid. “Toss me a pillow”, he said, and when she did he positioned it under his knees so the angle into her was a little deeper.
“Perfect”, she said, and after he pumped her for a few minutes, she then raised her legs onto his shoulders. “Go deep”, she moaned, and he responded as he kept thrusting in and out of her.
I was getting a little wet myself watching them. Missy looked like she was having a great time, rolling a bit side to side and grunting every time he reached bottom and pulled out. She must have really hated gardening to be putting on such a show for me. After a few minutes, Stan seemed to be getting close to cumming, and she had him stop. Now he laid on the bed, and she mounted him, her legs crouched in front of her, like she was going to ride a horse. She held herself up with her arms behind her, and ever so slowly lowered herself down on his cock. Her pace was very relaxed, and Stan cooled down a bit. He reached up and massaged her breasts, and then leaned forward to suckle her nipples. She giggle as he nibbled on them.
I was still shell shocked – it was difficult to believe this was really happening, and not a porno movie. Actually, it was a lot more passionate and intense than the porn movies that Stan used to bring home for us to watch, which got repetitive and dull after a few minutes. I noticed my hand was gripping my crotch, and I quickly withdrew it.
Missy repositioned herself again, still on top, but now facing away from him. Her hand was stretched around, holding the base of his cock and positioning it in her own vagina. She moved very slowly, as if searching for a special target. He was sitting up, patiently rubbed her breasts from behind, occasionally wiping up some of juices with his fingers and smearing it in circles on her tits. She continued her slow dance, her breathing increasingly heavy and face flush. He seemed to be thrilled just to watch, and I noticed that now my hand had slipped inside my panties, tracing an outline along my pussy lips.
She continued her heavy panting for ten minutes or so, but holding both Stan and I’s complete attention. Then she leaned all the way forward, and began to really go to town, thrusting up and down. Stan just laid back and enjoyed the ride, until after a few minutes he was breathing heavy, and after a few minutes let loose a cry as he unloaded, Missy moving all the way back for full penetration during his orgasm. Neither moved for a long time, lost in their satisfaction. I realized that two fingers of my right hand were now deep inside my very wet pussy, and my thumb was circling my clit. I wasn’t sure if I should stop, or just go with it. Another part of my mind was screaming that I should be pissed as hell, that I should be storming out and packing my bags, but my hand just didn’t want to stop stroking, and soon I needed my left hand to hold onto the door-frame to keep from making any noise. My whole body was gripped in a paralyzing tension emanating from my clit, and it kept building and building, like I was climbing an endless mountain.
Stan pulled off the condom, wiped his wet willy with tissues, and then rolled on a new one. His erection was still hard, and he wasted no time climbing back between Missy’s legs. She was laying on her back, her legs spread eagle, but as he knelt down at her crotch, she lifted one of her legs high in air, and rested it against his shoulder. He plunged deep inside of her, and she moaned loudly. They rocked back and forth, and then he put a small pillow under her ass to tilt it up a bit more for even deeper penetration. She put a leg on each shoulder now, and was thrusting upward as he was sliding in, then outward as he would go out, to maximize the sensation. She was moaning like mad, clenching the blanket in her fists. For a lesbian, she really loved dick.
My own orgasm had kept building throughout their position change. I realized I was clutching the door-frame as tightly as she grabbed the blanket. I had lowered my pants and panties to my knees, and my whole hand was shoved up my pussy, soaking wet. The waves of pleasure just shook my whole body, and I closed my eyes and just let it wash over and over me, tuning out everything else while I climaxed endlessly. When I finally opened my eyes again, they were still fucking away but Stan was nearing the brink – he knelt there, rigid as a statue, jaw jutting out and teeth clenched as she thrust her pelvis upwards over and over again, impaling herself on his shaft. He arched his back and came with a loud grunt and shortly after they both collapsed from exhaustion. It was probably the closest the two of us had ever gotten to mutual orgasm.
As Missy put her bikini back on and left, she faced the closest and said “Thank you”. Stan smiled and said “You’re welcome”, not realizing she wasn’t talking to him.