The New Neighbors

By

Donna M.

 

We met our new neighbors two days after they moved in. 

George and Kim Koval were an interesting couple.  George turned out to be a serious weightlifter and he had the body to match; six-foot-two or so and built like an inverted pyramid, wide, muscled shoulders, chest and arms tapering down to a narrow waist and backside.  My wife Sophia was seriously checking him out when we met.  His wife Kim proved once more the old adage of opposites attracting, being a petite blond with an elfin smile under her short, pixie hairstyle.  I was checking her lithe figure out.

“Russian, George?” I asked hearing him speak.

“No, Ukrainian,” he corrected.  “I am not the same George Koval that was Russian spy” he said with a wide grin.  The joke was lost on me.  He continued, “I came here as young man to compete.  I think Olympics but I was not good enough.  I get visa and then green card and stay, meeting my sweetest Kim and now I am citizen and we are married.”

Sophia asked where Kim was from and she replied “outside San Francisco” and left it at that.

Interestingly as Sophia was checking out George he was checking her out.  My wife was very dissimilar to Kim, her gypsy blood quite evident by her abundant mane of jet-black hair as well as her buxom curves.

Kim showed my wife and me around their house, discussing along the way the changes they wanted to make.  I told the Kovals that we’d been in the house before visiting the old neighbors and understood the renovations they were talking about.  I found myself watching Kim, admiring her petite yet powerful looking physique and tight little ass.  I also was a bit proud that George was ogling my beautiful wife.

 Before we went home, the four of us made the usual plans: movie dates, backyard cook-outs and other engagements were discussed but left without detail, as those plans usually are.

“They seem nice,” Sophia said as we walked to our house. “I think they’ll be fun neighbors.”  Later, she asked me if George had mentioned the gym.  “Kim said they both joined a gym in town, a chain they were a member of where they used to live.  She wanted to know if we’d be interested.  She said they can get us a deal.”

I chuckled.  “Maybe they sized us up and figured we need it, unlike them.”

She punched my arm and said, “Speak for yourself, buster.   It wouldn’t hurt you to get some of your old muscle tone back.  Did you see his biceps?”

“I guess you were looking. You like that?”

“I plead the Fifth, but I also saw you looking too, so be careful what you wish for.”

“I only wish for you,” I said, and she gave me an answering smile and a kiss on the cheek.  The rest of her response happened in bed later that night as she made sure I wasn’t thinking of Kim.

Two days later I was doing some backyard cleanup when I looked over the fence into the Kovals’ yard and saw Kim exercising on their patio, doing aerobics or yoga or something.  She wore tiny pink shorts and one of those short, midriff baring t-shirts.  I stood there and admired her form.  By form I mean her sculpted legs and the way her pointed tits poked at the white t-shirt material.  When she saw me looking, she waved and called me over to the fence.  A little out of breath she explained that she’d been a gymnast as a teen and wanted to stay in that shape.  I tried mightily to avoid staring at her chest.  Her short, sweaty shirt left little to the imagination.  I failed.

She laughed, “It’s okay, Dave.  I appreciate it when men like what they see.  I guess it’s the exhibitionist part of me that made me a good performer in gym competitions.”  Her voice, deeper and huskier than you’d think based on her size, got even throatier and catlike.  Was she flirting?  Is that why she’s out here exercising, knowing I’d see her from my yard?

I asked, “Did you win a lot?”

“Quite a few trophies and medals, but alas, no Olympic gold,” she said with a chuckle.  “I’ll show you sometime…a girl needs to show off, you know.”

“I seem to like what you’re showing,” I said.  Honest to goodness, she blushed!

“Say hi to Sophia for me.  You know, Dave, George liked looking at your wife too,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Be careful, he can charm a woman out of her panties in an instant.”

“I’ll be careful,” I replied, wondering why she brought it up at all.  Could George have spoken to his wife about an attraction to mine, or did Kim just lay a tease on me as part of some flirting game of hers?

We both went back to what we were doing though it was difficult for me to concentrate on the yard work.  Kim certainly was an intriguing little package.  From afar you’d swear she was a teenager because of her petite body, yet up close there seemed a hard, almost masculine quality about her, and I envisioned pictures I’ve seen of female bodybuilders who eschewed society’s image of femininity for muscles.  She wasn’t about muscles like her husband, but she was different, and I liked it.  No wonder they’re attracted to each other, I thought.

 

George’s first renovation to the house was an addition.  He called it the solarium.  Built mostly of glass walls, the room would be a warm spot on cold days.  Kim talked of someday installing a hot tub, her syrupy voice implying what they’d do in the tub, reinforcing her professed exhibitionism without expressly mentioning anything sexual.  Sophia and I both got the picture.

His second project was ongoing, setting up a home gym in the finished basement.  “Working out at home will be a luxury,” he said when showing us the partially set up gym. “I will have the equipment I need here, and Kim can use the room too,” indicating an exercise mat and the mirrored wall.

Kim said, “He makes it sound like I’m the one who wanted the mirrors.  Don’t let him fool you.  He likes the idea of working out in the nude and checking himself out.”

Sophia gave me one of those looks, and then said “It actually sounds like naughty fun, working out nude.”  She asked me about adding mirrors to our den where the elliptical machine was in our house.

“You go, girl!” Kim piped up enthusiastically.

“You really are an exhibitionist,” I said to Kim.

“I told you,” she said, which produced another ‘look’ from my wife.

That’s when George said, “You know, we’d be happy to let you two use this,” indicating the room, “when it’s finished.  No co-ed shenanigans, total privacy all the way.”

I said, “We may take you up on that someday.”

Back home, Sophia wanted me to explain my exhibitionist comment to Kim.  I described seeing her exercise on her patio and telling me how she liked to show off.  “She had clothes on, of course.  Don’t get the wrong idea.”  What I failed to say was how skimpy those clothes were.

“I’ll admit,” Sophia said as she pulled me close and looked up into my eyes, “that I imagined George working out naked and thought how I’d like to see that.  And I bet you’d like to watch Kim too, huh big guy?”

Oh-oh.

“You’re the one I want to watch, not her.”

Our kiss was long and passionate, her tongue darting around in my mouth what seemed like forever.  Breathlessly I said, “I’ll get right on those mirrors in the den, and while I’m at it I’ll put some on our bedroom ceiling too.”

“Based on what I feel poking at me, I’d say we need to get into bed right now.”

We walked to our bedroom, stripped quietly and proceeded to fuck not so quietly.  I hoped Sophia thought the mirror talk got me erect and not what really did, the thought of seeing George and Kim working out together in the nude.  My wife’s orgasm was a screaming 10 which made me believe her arousal had the same cause as mine.  Considering Kim’s comment that her husband could charm the panties off any woman, I’d have to make sure Sophia didn’t take them up on their offer without me being there.

Two Saturdays later I was again working in my yard and saw Kim outside.  I called out a hello and she walked to the fence.  Today’s shorts weren’t as small and revealing as last time but the shirt was, torn off about halfway and barely covering her breasts.  I didn’t bother with the pretense of pretending not to notice.

“You might as well be naked out here wearing that shirt.”

She laughed hoarsely, cupped a hand under each breast and gave them a wiggle saying, “I don’t want these precious little things getting cold, do I?”  By the look of their jiggle and the outline I remember seeing through her wet t-shirt last time, I agreed that they were precious, and I boldly told her so.  She blushed again, but I knew that she knew what she was doing to me.

“George just got the rest of the equipment delivered and set up, so the offer still stands.  Anytime you or your wife wants to come over and work out it’s yours.  I know he can’t wait to show off his equipment.”

I had the feeling it wasn’t the gym equipment she was talking about.

We said our see-you-laters before she went back into the house.  The flirting was obvious.  I began to wonder if they were swingers and were testing the waters on whether we would swap with them.  The idea was intriguing for a couple of reasons.  If they wanted to swing with us then they thought we were desirous.  They certainly were desirous to us, if I was gauging Sophia correctly. Since Kim was doing all the talking for George, I wondered if perhaps Sophia alone was their target for a threesome.  I wouldn’t blame them but I didn’t like that idea at all.

Maybe I unconsciously lingered in my back yard for another glimpse of Kim but what I ended up seeing was much more than that.  In one corner of our yard I had a great sightline into their new glassed-in sunroom.  George was standing with his back to me.  He was naked.  I was transfixed.  I had to admit that the man was a sculpted god and I couldn’t look away.  Then I noticed a blond mop of unruly hair bobbing up and down in front of him.  Kim was giving him a blow-job! Eventually she stood up and I finally got a look at her small, firm bullet tits.  I’d already begun getting hard while staring at George, but now I was rigidly erect, straining my shorts.

She picked up a tube of something and spread its contents, presumably lube on his cock which was still out of my sight.  Why did I want to see his dick anyway?  She was in his shadow from the waist down so I couldn’t enjoy the whole of her as I really wanted.  Imagining that the lube was necessary since he was very large and she was small and tight almost had me cumming in my shorts.  Suddenly he picked her up and with her legs in the crooks of his elbows he lowered and entered her.  The angle told me his dick was sticking straight up before he pushed in!  With his muscles he effortlessly lifted and lowered her onto his erection.  The motion grew faster until both of them threw their heads back in obvious ecstasy.  After a kiss, he lowered her until her feet were on the floor and gave her nice ass a playful slap as she moved away and out of sight.  He didn’t move.  Instead he turned slightly, enough for me to see his semi-rigid cock, still shiny from the lube and her, and dribbling what looked like his last few drops of semen.  The man looked even better from the front, and I knew then I had to be extra diligent in keeping Sophia away from him.

My diligence was put to the test when they invited us over for a cook-out.  George lorded over grilling the meats while Kim and Sophia went back into the house to assemble the rest of our meal.  I sat with a beer at their patio table and did nothing.

“When are you two going to come over and work out?  The stuff’s going to waste when we’re not using it so you might as well.”

“I’m not sure about my wife, but I ‘m ready to take you up on the offer.  Just let me know the best times.”

He said he would.

I watched Sophia and Kim return to the patio with bowls of potato salad and other items.  They looked like they were really hitting it off, like they’d been friends for life instead of for a few weeks.  While we ate, Sophia announced that Kim had talked her into using the home gym.  I didn’t know what to say or do.  I reminded them about privacy but couched it in concern that we would be intruding on them and not the other way around.  I swallowed the dilemma along with the food.

One day in the following week I got home from work to find the house empty.  A half-hour later Sophia came through the door out of breath and flushed; with her sneakers in her hand and wearing a black dress I call her “beach gown,” one she’d wear as a cover-up at the beach.

“Where are you coming from?” I asked, more curious than concerned.

She tossed her sneakers into a corner and said, “I’ve been over at Kim’s working out.  Their gym is great!”

“George’s not home, is he?”

“Yes, he came home while I was working out.  Why do you ask?”

Instead of answering her, something occurred to me and I asked another question.  “Are you naked under that thing?”

She glanced down at herself like she was shocked by the question, flushed red and finally said, “Well, yes, I am. Remember how they were talking about working out in the nude? I had to try it.”

“With George?”

“No, silly.  He left me alone like he promised.  I was alone except for a time when Kim worked out with me.”

There it was again, the deep, red blush, something out of character with my wife.  Maybe it was Kim I had to worry about.  Was she ‘pimping’ Sophia to her husband?  There had to be a sexual motive here but I could only worry about it, not figure it out.  Her hair was wet so I asked if she showered.

“Yeah, but I think I’ll take another one if you don’t mind.  I’ll fix dinner when I’m out, okay?”

While she was in the shower my imagination drew new pictures.  Sophia was naked down to her panties with George behind her and stiffening, his thumbs under the elastic waistband and slowly lowering the panties down her beautiful legs while he moved her hair aside and kissed her on the neck.  I imagined his tight, muscled ass swaying in and out as he nailed Sophia from behind.  I imagined those ass muscles tensing and clenching as he unloaded into my wife’s now gaping vagina.  What I didn’t imagine was the hard-on I had while imagining the rest.  I wasn’t comfortable with the visceral reaction but it was there nonetheless.

Sophia wasn’t herself during dinner and for the remainder of the evening.  Hyper would be one word to describe her behavior.  Another word that came to mind was aroused, although I pushed that one out of my mind as soon as it appeared.  Later in bed I tried to take advantage of what I perceived as heightened sexual tension in her, however she begged off and I went to sleep even more concerned than I had been.  My dreams weren’t pleasant ones.  For some reason George played a part in all of them.

I found out later that Sophia spent quite a bit of time with Kim.  I needed to take a stand, and my first move was to begin accepting George’s invitation to use the gym.

My first time there, George asked me if I minded him working out while I did.  I hesitated before saying no, I didn’t mind.  The hesitation was from the realization he’d be nude.  I wore shorts and a t-shirt and didn’t plan to take them off.  I did some warm-up stretches before hitting one of the machines.  Meanwhile George stripped as I knew he would and casually spread some oil over his body as he admired his physique in the mirrored wall.  Up close like I was, his physique was the most incredible one I’d ever seen.  He proceeded to a weight bench and did some presses.  One look at the weights and I knew I could never lift them one iota.  I found myself stealing glances at his reflection, admiring the definition of individual muscles as they flexed.  When my occasional glimpse settled on his member it was difficult to turn away.  The thing was as thick as a tree trunk, and surprisingly was semi-erect.

He caught me looking and between lifts said, “Yeah, I’m an exhibitionist as much as Kim is.” (Lift, breathe) “I’m proud of my body and like others to admire it.” (Lift, breathe)  “You shouldn’t be afraid to show off yours.” (Lift, breathe)  “You’re lean and sinewy and look like you take care of yourself.” (Lift, breathe)  “Kim actually was hoping you’d go naked down here so she could check you out.” (Lift, breathe, lower set onto bench hooks)  “As a student of the male form, I actually wouldn’t mind seeing you nude either.”  He stood and walked to me as I too stepped away from the machine I was using.

I was surprised to see Kim standing at the doorway.  I guess I was so mesmerized by George that I hadn’t seen her in the mirror wall.  “He’s right, Dave. We worship our bodies and admire all others who take care of their own.”

She wore gym shorts and nothing else.  As I stared at her tits, George walked up behind me and lifted my t-shirt.  I obliged him by raising my arms so he could finish taking it off.  Kim smiled and drew closer.  George’s proximity behind me was almost intimate and I didn’t know what to think.  Kim slid right up to me and said, “Remember when I said that he could charm the panties off women?  He’s good with men too.”

George’s hands were at the waistband of my shorts, and I might have said something to stop him except that Kim closed the gap and rubbed her nipples against me.  He slowly lowered my shorts.  Two things happened simultaneously: Kim gasped as the erection I didn’t realize I had sprung out to greet her, at the same time George’s swollen member brushed against my ass. 

His strong arms were around me and I didn’t protest.  They both touched my cock at the same time, and the whole scene did something to me I never would have expected in a million years.  Kim and George held eye contact for a while as they let me loose, like some silent communication took place.  Kim asked, “Would it be okay if I exercised with both of you?”  She hadn’t been asking George.

I nodded and watched as George went to his wife and like he’d done with me, stood behind her and seductively lowered her shorts to the floor.

What I saw didn’t process right away.  Kim had a small, brown, uncircumcised cock.  “You never suspected did you?” she said.

I was speechless.  While Kim told the story of her transgender metamorphosis, they oiled me up like George had earlier and worked me through reps on several pieces of equipment like personal trainers.  My eyes kept getting drawn to Kim.  It must have had the desired effect since he kept teasing my stiff cock with occasional light jabs and touches.

Kim bluntly said to me, “In case you’re wondering Dave, the hormone treatments mean I’m not as functional as I used to be, but with the right person…”

I saw her cock stiffen a little which made me wonder if the “right person” was me or my wife.

I’d already been lost, seduced by them, I knew, so I went with the flow and worked out alongside George, never asking the questions about Sophia I was dying to ask.  Kim left us alone.  Soon he announced that he was done for the day and admitted that I’d done well in his eyes.  He unabashedly preened in front of me while he used a towel to mop up sweat.

He said, “I know you’ve been worried about your wife and us, but from the day we first met it’s been about both of you.  We find you guys awfully attractive and I know now that we’ve had the same effect on the two of you.”

“Have you…?  Sophia?”

“No, not me, but I’ll just say that your wife knows about Kim and was, shall we say, quite enthusiastic and exploratory.”  He hooked his thumb, motioning to the door and the stairwell beyond.  “Why don’t we shower and get to know each other better?”

My mind still tried to hide from the obvious.  He wanted to have sex with me, and I didn’t know how to respond, though my cock had responded already without me consciously thinking about it.  Like a sheep I followed him upstairs and waited while he set the water temperature in their large walk-in shower.  The shower for him was foreplay.  He asked me to wash him and I did, spending time soaping and admiring every part of him.

“You’re a virgin, so I’ll be gentle,” he said as he in turn washed me.  I shivered at the thought, still unsure if the shiver was one of arousal or fear. 

Everything up until now—the posturing, comments about nudity, Kim’s sly seduction, even the sex in the solarium—was prelude to getting me here.  “I can’t wait any longer,” he said almost with a growl as he unexpectedly lifted me up into his arms and carried me away from the shower stall.  I’m not a small man yet his lifting of me was effortless.  He took me to the master bedroom and laid me on their king-sized bed.  His cock was harder and thicker than I’d seen it earlier and strangely for the first time was afraid.  He was dripping pre-cum as he loomed above me.

“You probably never have, but how about taking this burning hot unit into your mouth.  Consider it a test drive.”

I palmed his shaft and took a lick of the pooling liquid at its tip.  My first foray into fellatio was tentative, especially since his circumference was a bit too much for me to comfortably take into my mouth.  I did my best.

“Ummm, not bad, but you won’t get me off like that,” he said as he pushed me back onto the bed and retrieved lube and a condom from the dresser.  While he unrolled the condom on his shaft and rubbed lube on the exterior, he stared at my cock and ass before I realized I’d actually spread my legs and lifted them like a whore.  With a lusty smile he knelt on the bed and pulled my thighs to him.  My legs were spread and up against his massive chest as he placed a pillow under my ass and positioned his cock.

At the moment of truth, I wondered what being “gentle” would feel like.

I had zero experience with giving anal sex, never mind being a receiver.  When he poked the head of his cock by my anal sphincter I saw starbursts of light at the periphery of my vision.  I felt something that was beyond pain although it turned into a brief and welcome time of numbness afterward.  I studied his massive upper body as he fucked me slowly.  His strong hands held my hips fast, which made me wonder how a woman would feel in this position.  There was no flash of revelation but sometime along the way I felt a certain tingle of pleasure inside that suggested he was hitting my prostate on every thrust.  He knew it too since at that very moment we made eye contact and he began stroking my now aching cock.  His thrusts became faster and harder; his hand in sync with his cock.

My orgasm was seconds away when Kim came into my peripheral vision, got onto the bed next to my head and slid her cock into my gaping mouth.

“Arrrgggggghhhhh” was the sound I made as I felt the throbbing of George’s cumming cock deep in my rectum at the same time I unloaded all over myself.  My ejaculation must have been quite a cumshot since some splashed all the way onto Kim’s flat belly and dribbled down and into my mouth.  George held my legs and stayed in me like he was savoring it, though I figured he was also watching Kim get the impromptu blow-job.  I didn’t question her functionality when she swelled noticeably and oozed rather than shot a heavy trickle of hot semen down my throat.

George tugged the condom off and showed me the pool of semen trapped inside.  “I love tight virgins,” he said and chuckled.  “This is your load, Dave old buddy.  This is a testament to how much I’ve wanted you.”

Kim said, “Your ass will be sore for a while but you’ll get used to it.  Then she chuckled and added, “Maybe next time you can test drive my ass.”  Seeing both of them next to me on the bed, their perfect and unique bodies sweaty glowing after enjoying me, I remembered the day George fucked her in the sunroom while I played voyeur, and began growing erect.

“Wow, so soon!” George intoned, “I guess he’ll like your ass, hon.” He stood and declared that he was heading back to the shower.

Kim lay in the opposite direction next to me and loosely held my erection.  She leaned over me so her firm tits (implants really, but they were perfect) rubbed my belly and warned me that she was a great cocksucker.  Oh, yes, indeed she was!  When she took me so deep I saw her neck bulge like a snake swallowing a mouse, I moaned and came.   Damn, she nearly swallowed it all, with only a small dribble at the corner of her lips as evidence of what just transpired.

“I think you’ll be back for more now,” she said as she flipped over and lay next to me on her stomach and with her face close to mine.  “Tell the truth now.  How would you feel if Sophia was in the solarium with George tomorrow?  Would you like to watch, like you watched us?”

Now with their seduction of me complete, I thought for a moment about my answer.  “I guess it would turn me on, like George turned me on without even realizing it.”  I looked deeply into her eyes and said, “Has anything like that happened already?”

“Not with George, but we’ve fooled around some and so she obviously knows about me; and that George and I of course aren’t legally married though we’re talking about it now that the law is changed..  She’s a very sexy lady, but you already know that.”

“So I take it George is more bisexual than gay?”

“Not really.  His narcissistic streak makes him lean toward men, but he’s not immune to taking a woman, especially if she’s enamored with his body.”

“Like Sophia,” I said, not as a question.

“She confessed to me early on that I was a lucky girl to sleep with a beefcake like George, so I’d say yes.  I wasn’t kidding when I made that comment about him charming the panties off women.”  She kissed me and then said, “You have to make it happen, Dave.”

I took that as my marching orders.

The next time we had the chance we invited the Kovals over for dinner and cocktails.  I dropped the hint that while George and I were working out he commented on how desirable she was.  I saw that it did something to her, which in the past would have bothered me but not now.  She asked me if we worked out naked and when I said yes she shivered and blushed.  I think I made an excellent sales pitch.  I made sure everyone knew it was casual dress but Sophia wore the slinkiest party dress she had, a bright red one, and went braless to boot.  She looked ravishing, and my immediate thought was that wearing the red dress was like a matador waving a red cape in front of a bull.  In tonight’s case the bull was George.

 Kim looked good too, wearing a tank top and a miniskirt.  She too was braless.  I noticed the looks passed between my wife and Kim but didn’t miss the way George and Sophia often looked at each other either.

Sophia outdid herself with dinner and we were all deliciously full by the time we gathered at our dry bar and fixed drinks.  For his part, George’s casual was a pair of loose linen slacks and a shirt that seemed two sizes too small for his upper body, which was probably another way he showed off his musculature.  I swore he went commando too but I wouldn’t know for sure until later, I mused.

My wife put on some music, a CD of a Michael Bolton clone singing syrupy love songs, and while Kim and I sat on the sofa and made small talk, George asked Sophia if she wanted to dance.  She very quickly agreed and they came together in the middle of our living room.  Kim whispered in my ear, “I take it she picked the music?”  When I nodded, she whispered “Mmmm, I think she’s wet already.  They’re having sex already though Sophia doesn’t know it yet.”

She melted into his strong arms and they danced so close together I wouldn’t have been able to slide a sheet of paper between them.  I had a hand on Kim’s thigh but went no farther as we carried on a whispered conversation in each other’s ear. “What’s he whispering to her about?” I said as I watched my wife with her head resting on George’s massive chest, his arms around her and his head down close to hers, his lips moving steadily.

Kim whispered back, “I bet he’s telling her how beautiful she is and that you’re a lucky man to be married to her.”  Just then he moved a hand casually down to her ass as they danced.  Kim took the opportunity to pull my hand under her short skirt.  She wore no panties and my hand met foreskin.  She whispered some more, “Now he’s telling her how much he’d be blessed to spend one night with her.  Look, her knees buckled for a second!  I bet he’s telling her how he’s going to make love to her and all he’ll do to her.”

Now dancing to their third song, Sophia turned her head in a ruffle of hair and nestled it back into his chest. I knew the look on her face well.  Her eyes popped open a bit as she looked at me with my hand up underneath Kim’s skirt there on the sofa.  Her expression quickly altered to one of contentment, since now she knew that I knew, and that whatever she did tonight was with my approval.  That’s when she turned her face up to George and they kissed.  When their lips (and I assumed, tongues) separated he whispered something more to her and her knees buckled again.  George glanced over to Kim and me and smiled.  I nodded my assent and he lifted Sophia into his arms and carried her to our bedroom.

Kim turned to me and with our lips close, said, “We’ll go watch in a minute.  I love him so much and I always love to watch him make love.  He’ll be good with her like he was good with you.”

She closed the last few millimeters and our lips touched.  I switched hands in time to feel her cockhead extend beyond her foreskin.  She was harder than I thought possible; her excitement for what George was doing fighting the effect of her hormone injections. I wasn’t stupid enough to think it was me.  We were kissing when we heard Sophia moan for the first time.  I hoarsely said, “I want to watch.”

“Sounds like the thing to do.  Let’s go.”

By the time we hovered outside the bedroom door, George had finished performing cunnilingus on my wife and positioned himself between her splayed legs.  She had her arms out to him as he lowered himself and slid the head of his cock between her labia.  As he slid into her she groaned “Oh God, yes!” and he playfully countered with “How many times do you want to cum?”  She moaned again but didn’t answer.

Kim pulled her tank top off and then pulled my polo shirt over my head and off too. Even with Kim’s bare tits so close I couldn’t take my eyes off George and Sophia.  Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was holding her up off the bed as if she was suspended by wires instead of his strong arms.  He swung her as he swung his hips, balls slapping against wet skin at the bottom of every thrust.  She was crying but I knew it wasn’t from sadness, punctuated every once in a while with “God, oh God!” until the cries became a shriek of utter bliss.  With her back arched, her head back and squealing like she was, I admitted that she’d never cum like that with me and yet it didn’t make me jealous or worried in the least.

Kim was rubbing her tits on me and yet it didn’t register until she whispered, “Look at how wet his cock is!  She must have squirted!”

Indeed George’s cock was glistening wet in the room’s lamplight.  He groaned and I saw his ass muscles clench so I knew he was cumming.  He announced it to my wife a second later.  His ejaculation spasms must have stretched Sophia’s vagina walls enough more that she screamed as another wave of orgasm crashed through her body.  Kim couldn’t take it anymore, removing her miniskirt and going to Sophia as George pulled out.  I couldn’t believe the amount of semen dribbling from my wife’s quaking pussy!

George silently left the bed, leaving Sophia to Kim who kissed her passionately.  He walked to me and said in a low voice, “I hope I did okay,” and when I said it looked like he did a great job, he whistled and said “Look at that fucking cock of yours!  Have you ever been so damn hard?”  I had to admit maybe I hadn’t.

Kim positioned herself in front of Sophia as she lay on her stomach.  Sophia took Kim’s little swollen cock into her mouth and sucked greedily.  Now in what looked like a continuous state of arousal, my wife rose up on her knees with her ass in the air, probably sub-consciously hoping George was ready for round two.  However, this time was mine.

I knelt behind my wife’s ass, only momentarily thinking about the semen still oozing from her, and slid easily all the way into her vagina.  For a few moments we kept up a nice three-way rhythm, my thrusting timed to Sophia’s up and down mouth action on Kim as she writhed her slender hips up to meet my wife’s lips.

I heard George say, “Oh shit, I’ve got to…” so I knew what was coming.  He must have grown stiff again and that was confirmed when he got onto the big bed behind me and placed his cock at my anus.  “We’re more than friends now,” he whispered to me as he assaulted my sphincter once again.  We were the most amazing daisy chain, settling into a rhythm I wasn’t sure was logically viable.  It wasn’t until I felt myself closing in on orgasm that I realized what his “friends now” comment meant.  He’d fucked Sophia without protection and now he was doing me bareback too.  Friends, indeed!  We made so much noise I really don’t know who came first or in what order.  Kim moaned and Sophia gurgled.  George groaned and I felt my rectum being filled.  I pushed in as far as I could go and unloaded into Sophia.  It wasn’t until the rest of us stopped making noise that we all recognized Sophia was still cumming, and cumming hard.

In post-orgasmic languor we curled up around each other and talked about what just happened and how it changed us.  Sophia was radiant as she thanked me for setting it up.  She assured me that George fucking me didn’t bother her at all and that she was kind of turned on by the whole thing, which included Kim’s surprise package.  Kim and Sophia recounted the first time they’d made love after my wife’s foray into their home gym.  “That’s when I sowed the seeds of George’s seduction,” Kim said, “but of course he did the rest, seducing both of you.”

I acknowledged for my wife.  “Yes, we’re both suitably hooked.”

Our new neighbors were now our lovers, and in many configurations.  Sometimes we’d exercise together or in twos, the routine being workout, then sex, then shower.  Sometimes another round of sex ensued after the shower if we were in the right mood.  George worked at bulking me up.  Sophia loved my body’s metamorphosis.  Kim did too.  She’d told me that I’d become so good at fellatio that she was having second thoughts about having the ultimate operation that would lose her cock forever.  In the blow-job realm, George says I’m doing better too.

One thing however remained off-limits for me for a long time, and that was Kim’s ass.  She and George teased me considerably until it became my obsession.  I thought back through my life and wondered how something like anal sex—an act a lot of straight men fantasize about with a woman but never experience—ended up where I had received and given anal sex with a man first.

So, the day came when George muscled me to the mat while we were wrestling (still an easy thing for him to do) and proceeded to spread my legs, lift my ass off the mat, and fuck me without hesitation. Before he came, he grunted, “I think Kim’s ready for you, big guy.”  He made a few more thrusts and said, “She wants you one time before she has the operation.”  What he said slowly sank in up to the moment he bellowed he was cumming.  As he spasmed, I’d grabbed my cock and squeezed as one after another shot of semen spurted from me in a creamy geyser.

George laughed, “Oh well, maybe later.”

“She’s gonna have the gender reassignment surgery?” I asked him.  “I figured she was happy with herself, especially since you could get married legally now.”

“Yeah, she wants to be a complete woman, and I’ll go along with whatever my sweetheart wants.”

I wanted Kim’s ass, and I got it up quickly thinking about it.  Sophia says my recuperative powers have greatly improved, and our new neighbors the Kovals were the reason.  With my new erection I thought of what her new ‘manufactured’ pussy would feel like.

“Hey Dave, you want to use that on me?” George said. 

He was quite the seducer, wasn't he?

 

 

Donna M.

 

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