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 Our Neighbor Became My Wife's `Other Lover'

   It was late spring and my wife (Valerie) decided she wanted to paint our
great room dark green as an accent.  Saturday morning we bought the paint
and got an early start.  Valerie used the roller and I took a brush to do
the trim work.

   About lunchtime our next door neighbor, Marty, knocked on the back door
to say hello.  He saw us working, and I guess being bored, he offered to
help.  Valerie was wearing cut off Daisy Duke shorts with an inch or so of
ass cheek exposed, and a one-size-fits-all white halter top.  It was very
loose.  I didn't wonder why he wanted to stick around.  He did seem anxious
to help out, and since I did help him put in a skylight the previous
summer, I figured he owed me.

   The painting turned into a party.  We ordered pizza and did as much
laughing and talking as painting.  They horsed around, and at one point she
got paint on the back of her leg.  Marty knelt down to wipe it off.  When
he stood up he pantomimed to me wiping sweat from his brow.  Valerie was in
rare form, flirty as all get-out and teasing the hell out of Marty.

   Her halter top was really too big for her.  It was made for an "average"
woman, and Valerie has a chest slightly smaller than average.  The result
was that as she moved and the top bellowed out, Marty and I were treated to
great views of a full breast and nipple.  He didn't waste any opportunity
to get looks.

   I wasn't sure what Valerie's attitude was toward Marty.  Watching them
horse around, I wondered if Valerie would ever be interested in having a
little get together with our neighbor.  She had made jokes before about
him. She would make cracks about his "nut hugger" swim trunks, and wondered
if he was "getting any."

   Several months earlier I had treated her to her first threesome with a
friend of mine (Fritz).  That had been a onetime event, but I remember
enjoying her pussy after he had spent some time screwing her.  Even though
he had spent considerable time screwing her pussy, it was not loose or
sloppy.  It felt extra good to me, warm, silky, supple, and extra
responsive.

   She had enjoyed that experience, but told me she was less than
enthusiastic about Fritz.  When I asked her about follow-up experiences she
said, "Maybe, but not with Fritz.  Remembering that, I wondered if Marty
might be more to her liking.

   Fast forward to the evening of our painting party.  We finished the
painting, and by some miracle we did a good job.  Valerie said we should
grill outside, and told Marty to stay and have dinner with us.  I made
burgers on the grill.  Marty brought over one of those huge bottles of
wine. We had a nice little dinner, and drank lots of wine.  After dinner I
suggested we watch a movie on the VCR, and found something none of us we
had yet seen.

   Valerie had changed into another pair of shorts, not quite as short as
the other ones.  She was wearing a white cotton tank top again.  Instead of
being too big, that one looked two sizes too small.  It pasted to her body
like a coat of white paint.  Marty's eyes went to her chest whenever he
thought neither of us would notice.  Hell, my eyes were plastered to the
same spot.  I was afraid her firm nipples would wear a hole in the
material.

   I put the tape in and I took one side of the couch.  Valerie snuggled up
against me, and Marty sat on the other side, but not on the end, more
toward the middle.  We watched the movie for a while when my wife decided
she wanted to stretch out next to me.  She lay down on the couch with her
head on my lap and her feet close to Marty, knees up, since there wasn't
room to stretch all the way out.

   Marty noticed that, and said he would move to the chair to give her room
to stretch.  She told him he couldn't see the TV from the chair, and asked
if he didn't mind lending his lap.  She stretched out and laid her calves
right on top of his thighs.  Marty's eyes were on her, but he maintained
his composure.

   Valerie kept stretching out like she was stiff (Ha, it was Marty who was
stiff).  I started to massage her arms and shoulders.  She stretched out
her legs more, and then parted her legs just a bit.  Her shorts were riding
upwards, and if he looked he could see a little lace under the denim.

   She complained she was stiff everywhere.  As I massaged her, Marty took
a chance.  He placed one hand on her leg near her knee, and rubbed a
little. She said, "Oh yeah, there you go, that helps." Taking his cue, his
other hand went to her thigh, and soon both hands were running up and down
her muscular legs.

   The more Marty rubbed, the further Valerie's legs parted.  Thinking back
to our earlier session with Fritz, I knew what was coming next, and I was
excited by it.  I took a chance and pulled up the edge of her tank top to
rub her belly.  Then I pulled it up more to expose her breasts.  No
resistance from her.

   She actually put her arms up over her head.  I took that to mean she
wanted the top off.  Who was I to ignore her signal.  I pulled it up and
off of her.  She lay there topless, and Marty's eyes were glued to her
perky breasts.  Her nipples were firm and as hard as pebbles.  I knew she
was excited.

   I also concluded that she wanted Marty, and I thought that he could be a
great partner for us.  I reached down, unbuttoned her shorts, and unzipped
them.  I opened the flaps to expose her lower belly and the top of her
panties.  Still no resistance from her.  I rubbed her there, and she
squirmed.  Marty's hands went very high on her thighs, and I saw one of his
fingers sneak under the hem.

   The next move was hers.  Both of us had made our desires obvious. 
Valerie, knowing that, raised her ass off the couch a little.  Although
that was such a minor move, it said so much.  It was all at once both
access and permission.  Raising her ass of course allowed Marty to pull her
shorts off, which was exactly what Marty did.  That left her in her panties
only.

   Moments later she softly said, "Don't stop there," and raised her ass
one more time.  Marty grabbed her panties along the waist, and pulled them
down and off.  She was totally naked, and my sexy wife looked heavenly.

   She had her pussy hair still trimmed to almost nothing from our recent
trip to St Maarten, and with her legs slightly apart, Marty was staring
right at her bare pussy.

   Valerie then started to move her legs a little, rubbing Marty's groin.
It looked to me like his shorts were about to burst.  I think I was even
more erect than he was.

   Marty resumed caressing her thighs.  My hand went to the little valley
between her hip and her leg, and caressed her silken skin.  Marty was
touching her inner thigh less than an inch from her pussy.  Valerie moved
herself to force her pussy closer to his finger.  He got the idea.  His
finger went to her labia and touched her little pussy lips.  She jumped a
little.  His finger went in a little, and he was rubbing her up and down.
She was very wet, and Marty's finger was shiny with her juices.

   She was squirming off the couch at that point.  Then all of a sudden she
sat up, sidled over to Marty, and sat on his lap, facing him.  She reached
down and pulled off his T-shirt.  She rubbed herself against his chest, and
his hands went to her breasts.

   She moved back and off him, onto her knees in front of him.  She
unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts, taking hold of his shorts and underwear
in one move.  As he lifted his rump off the couch, she slid them off and
tossed them behind her across the room.

   She slid back up on his lap and rubbed her hips up and down.  Clearly
she knew she was rubbing her pussy against his hard cock.  As they kissed,
she raised up.  Finding the proper aim, she slid back down.  They both
moaned as Marty's cock entered her pussy.

   She did most of the work, raising her hips, then sliding back down in a
rhythm.  He was making sounds of pleasure, as was Val.  At one point he
whispered, "It has been a while." She said it was okay, and to just relax.
She moved more, and his sounds became more rapid.

   As I watched her move on his lap, Marty's hands cupped her ass cheeks.
She started to move faster and faster.  Then Marty cried out.  She ground
down against him as he came within her.  It looked like she was milking the
cum out of him.  He moaned a long time, spurting out at least 8 months of
pent up sexual energy deep into my wife.

   She slowed her motions, and eventually stopped while sitting tight
against his lap.  Marty was out of breath.  He started to say something,
probably to try to explain his cumming in less than 3 minutes, but she
shushed him with a kiss.

   A moment or so later she lifted up off him, rolled to her side, and
plunked down on the couch between us, in a sitting position.  I was in the
same spot I was through the whole thing.  Her legs were open, and her pussy
lips looked so delectable.  They were puffy with desire, and slick with
more cum than I think I've ever seen from a single fuck.  She was lying
back, and her ass was midway between the back of the couch and the edge. 
Her feet were on the floor and her head was thrown back.

   I looked at Marty.  He was still semi-erect.  His cock had flopped over,
and was lying on his leg, still dribbling a little.  My wife turned to me
and pursed her lips, inviting my kiss.  I stood up and dropped my shorts
and T-shirt.  I was totally erect...  painfully erect!

   I knelt in front of my wife and pulled her toward me.  She slid to the
edge of the couch and pressed herself against me.  We locked in a long,
slow, passionate French kiss.  Marty got up from the couch to give us room,
and I laid my wife down on her back facing up at me.

   I got over her and leaned in to kiss her.  Her legs went around me and
pulled me tight to her.  I lowered my dick to her opening, and slid easily
into her soaking wet pussy.  Like that first time with Fritz, her pussy was
not loose or sloppy, but supple, responsive, warm, and silky.

   Within minutes we both came...  together.  As she calmed down and her
breathing settled to normal, Marty came over to the couch again.  He sat
down on the other side of Valerie as she made room for him.  She leaned
over and kissed him.

   He touched her breast and massaged her nipple as they kissed.  I kissed
her neck and massaged her other nipple.  I could feel her heart beat on her
neck, and I sensed it was accelerating.

   Valerie then leaned over and put her head into Marty's lap.  He was hard
again.  She took his cock into her mouth.  I was kissing the back of her
neck as she sucked him.  She sucked him to another orgasm, letting him
shoot off in her mouth.  She swallowed all of it, then got back up and sat
facing me in my lap.

   She French kissed me again as my cock entered her pussy for the second
time.  We made glorious love like that for a longer period that time, until
her orgasm flowed over her in waves.  That is her normal orgasm, not the
explosive climax she had with me earlier.

   I came again too.  After a short rest and a glass of wine she let Marty
take her again, in the missionary position on the couch.  I watched with
love and awe at my wife pleasing our neighbor.  I was also impressed with
how well Marty was pleasing her.

   He left later.  Since that time Marty has been her favorite "other
lover," and (with my full support) he has had sex with her more times than
I can count.  Her frequent sex play with Marty never fails to leave her
horny for me later.