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   My Wet Neighbour - Part1.

   I am a 38 year-old female living in a small seaside town on the South
Coast of England.  I am 5'4" tall with a petite figure and small 34A
breasts.  I keep my body in good shape for my age with a couple of gym
sessions a week.

   I am married to a decent, hard working man and have a wonderful son of
18.  All in all we have a fine life on my husband's good salary even to the
extent that I am fortunate enough not to have to work.  In short, I am what
used to be described as `a lady of leisure' pretty much pleasing myself as
to what I do with my time as long as I cover the responsibilities of being
a housewife.  All that my husband expects of me, is to keep a tidy home,
prepare meals for him and my son and to maintain an active sex life with
him.  The latter I am happy to do since I have always been sexually active
and, if truth be told, my husband is a wonderful, caring and sexy lover.  I
know the `feminist' brigade might mock me for my `homely' life style but it
suits me just fine.

   I guess my life would have continued in the very safe vein but for a
chance encounter with my neighbour, one day last month.  Her name is Anne
and she and her husband Dave, have been our neighbours for a little over a
year now.  We have always got on just fine, chatting over the fence etc but
have never really got to know each other well.  Some of the neighbours seem
to be somewhat unfriendly towards them which I put down to their being
black in a very white neighbourhood.  As far as I am concerned a person's
colour is totally irrelevant.  If I like someone; great!  If I don't; then
so be it!

   Anyway, to return to my story, I had plans to go out briefly one
afternoon which I couldn't avoid and by chance, that morning I had received
a call from a local shop saying that some furniture we had ordered would be
delivered at the same time.  I really didn't want to put the delivery off
as we had already been waiting some time, so I decided to ask Anne if she
would let the delivery man in.  I called round to her house but she wasn't
in, so I returned home and kept an eye out for her, hoping I would catch
her before having to go out.  My trip wasn't until mid-afternoon so I had
plenty of time.

   I kept an occasional watch out of my kitchen window, when at about 11.00
am I saw Anne pass by the bottom of our driveway carrying some shopping
bags.  I quickly put some shoes on and made my way down our drive and into
Anne's.  I figured I would catch her easily but she had already disappeared
through their side gate, which led to the main door.  I walked up the drive
and just as I was about to try the gate handle I heard a strange moaning
sound.  It was no more than a whisper and seemed to be like a mixture of
relief and enjoyment.  Almost like he sounds of gently foreplay but totally
out of place behind the side gate of someone's house.

   I paused for a moment not quite knowing whether to just walk through the
gate and knock on the door or whether I should knock on the gate itself.  I
could still hear the sound but not having a clue what it was I decided to
go through the gate.  I pushed the gate open and took perhaps two paces
through it before coming to an abrupt halt.  Anne was stood no more than
ten feet ahead of me, facing away from me and leaning with one hand on a
low entrance wall.  Her legs were straight and slightly apart and her
shopping bags discarded in the doorway.  Most surprising of all was that
her jeans on the inner leg were soaking wet and she stood in a small
puddle. As I watched for what seemed like minutes but could only have been
seconds, the wetness was spreading around the backside of her jeans.

   Bloody hell !  Anne was wetting herself!  Not only that, I could now see
her other hand was obviously rubbing her crotch.  I now heard again the
soft moaning and obviously realised it was Anne.

   I froze for a minute not knowing what to do and then decided that if she
hadn't seen or heard me come through the gate I could simply retreat and
walk away.  I turned quietly but had taken only a single pace when the gate
banged shut in the breeze.  I turned quickly to face Anne who, hearing the
gate, had herself spun round.  We stood facing each other.  I really don't
who was the most embarrassed.  I felt like a peeping tom and Anne just
seemed mortified to be caught pissing her jeans.

   For a moment neither of us said anything, then Anne spoke.  Well she
didn't so much speak and simply blurted out, "I couldn't get to the door in
time!"

   "Oh," was all I could say.

   Feeling the need to explain further Anne said, "I couldn't find my key
and I was just bursting."

   I still didn't really know what to say but the sight of Anne wetting and
obviously rubbing herself at the same time had sent a tickle through my
pussy.  Just on the strength of what I had seen I couldn't be totally sure
what was going on.  However, adding the fact that I had clearly heard her
moaning I didn't quite believe her wetness had been just an accident.  At
this point, I'm not sure what made me do anything other than walk away, but
instead I found myself saying, "It seemed to me that you were quite
enjoying the experience."

   As soon as I spoke I thought I had made a mistake and fully expected
Anne to get angry at my suggestion.  Surprisingly she didn't.  Instead she
smiled slightly and said cryptically, "Is that what it looked like, is it?"

   Fumbling for words I said, "Look, I'm sorry to bother you.  I should
have knocked.  Sorry!" and with that turned once more to walk away.  Just
as I grabbed the gate handle Anne said, "Would YOU have enjoyed it?"

   I stopped, thought for a moment and said, "I don't really know."

   "Have you never been caught short?" asked Anne pushing the point.

   I responded, "Well yes I have, but never to the point of wetting
myself.....well not since I was a child anyway."

   I really didn't believe I was having this conversation but the fact that
we were talking at all, seemed to make Anne more confident and she then
said, "Well maybe you should try it sometime.  It's quite a liberating
experience and can be really quite fun you know."

   "So you were enjoying yourself." I said knowingly and added, "and was it
an accident?"

   Again Anne smiled and walked over to me.  Close enough that I could
smell the pee on her jeans.  "It honestly was an accident this time, but
sometimes it isn't and I always enjoy it." She said, adding, "Does that
shock you Mary?

   "No I don't find it shocking.  Surprising yes, but shocking no.  I'm a
woman of the world, I know people have many different tastes." I said,
trying to appear as relaxed as Anne but actually feeling very nervous of
the situation I had blundered into.

   Anne continued, "Now you know my little secret, I hope I can count on
your discretion.  Most people wouldn't be so understanding."

   "Don't worry, no one will hear it from me!" I assured her.

   "Thank you!" she said and leaning forward gave be a friendly kiss on the
cheek.

   "Do you have time for a coffee?" she asked, "and then you can tell me
what is was you came round for."

   I knew this was it.  The moment to make my apologies and excuse myself
or to accept her invitation to a coffee and proceed into a situation that I
felt would go further.  Everything told me to take the former option but I
found myself saying, "Yeah, a coffee would be nice." and then following
Anne into her house watching her tight arse clad in pee soaked jeans.  It
was really quite surreal!

   Anne led me into the kitchen and offered me a seat.  She then coolly
filled and turned on the kettle before turning to me and saying, "It's
really time I got out of these wet clothes." With that she took two paces
to her washing machine, kicked of her sneakers, undid her jeans and lowered
them to the floor.  It was all so casual as if it was an everyday
occurrence to strip in front of a relative stranger.  Once again I felt a
pleasurable twinge in my pussy.  Was I really finding Anne's little show a
turn on?  I had certainly never thought of myself as anything other than
heterosexual but it was undeniable her beautiful firm body was having an
effect on me.

   Anne now stood in front of me in just a T-shirt and the skimpiest of
white panties, which against her dark skin looked just glorious.  Her legs
were long and her arse small and tight.  She had a fantastic body.  She
proceeded to place her discarded clothes in the washing machine then sat
down across from me.  She was obviously in no rush to get dressed.

   I found the situation both strange and yet at the same time I could feel
that I was most definitely getting turned on.  I could feel wetness in my
pussy and my nipples hardening.  I noticed Anne look at my chest and that
she could obviously see the signs of my aroused state as my nipples pushed
hard against my blouse.

   Anne spoke gently and with a smile, "So Mary, do you think you might try
a little pee fun yourself ?  If I'm not too much mistaken, I believe you're
excited by what you've seen today, aren't you."

   I started to crumble, "Well , I like to think I'm open minded when it
comes to sex, so I just might.  You never know!"

   Anne immediately and disarmingly said, "Why don't you start now Mary?"

   "What do you mean, now?" I replied.

   "I mean right here and now Mary.  Why don't you try it here, now with
me? We have total privacy and I would just love to watch.  You know you
really are very attractive."

   "Oh I don't know about that Anne, I'm really not sure that I could."

   "Go on," she urged me, "I promise you really will love the naughtiness
of it, particularly doing it in front of someone else and you have my word
that it will be strictly between you and me...and after all you did watch
me."

   "Look," I said, "I really don't think I can just sit here and pee
myself. I would be too nervous and besides it's just so out of character
for me."

   "Well you don't know until you try.  If you don't enjoy the experience,
well then at least you've tried it once and don't have to ever repeat it.
But trust me, I just know you'll love it." Said Anne trying her best to
convince me.

   I have to say I was secretly tempted, still flushed and excited at the
site of Anne peeing and then stripping her jeans off in front of me.

   "Go on......do it for me." she said looking at me doe-eyed and almost
pleading.  I think Anne was pretty turned on herself by this point.

   "Okay, okay." I blurted, "I'll do it!  I'll try anything once but I do
have your absolute word that this is between you and me only.  If anyone
knew about this I would be just so embarrassed!

   "I promise Mary, you have my word," said Anne.

   "Okay.  Here goes!" I said with a nervous giggle, as I slowly stood and
started to undo my jeans.

   "No, no Mary," said Anne, "keep your jeans on.  It enhances the
experience.  Trust me."

   I sat down again and looked deep into Anne's eyes, at the same time
relaxing myself as much as I could.  I tried to let go all my muscle
tension but I was just too uptight.  I just couldn't pee.

   "Look," said Anne, "I can see you're nervous.  How about if I helped to
get you a little turned on again.  Would that help?"

   Not wanting to miss the opportunity I quickly said that it would be
worth a try.

   Anne pulled her chair back from the table and placed it directly in
front of me and about three feet away.  She then pulled off her T-shirt to
reveal the most beautiful small but firm breasts.  Raising her bum slightly
off the chair she pulled her knickers down and kicked them off.  Then
sitting back she spread her legs just enough to expose her pussy to me and
said, "That's better.  Now lets see if we can get you really juicy." With
that she gently started to masturbate herself with one hand whilst pinching
and rubbing her nipples with the other.  "How's this for you?" she asked.

   I could hardly answer, sat with the most beautiful sexy woman in front
of me, openly playing with herself and all to get me excited enough to piss
myself.  Well it was certainly working.  My pussy started to get very wet
and my nipples grew harder than I could remember.  I started to rub myself
through my jeans and at the same time relaxed by bladder.  My flow started
instantly.  As the first emission left me, I instinctively stopped it with
my muscles, but then relaxing again, managed to really let go.  My pee
started to flow in full force and my jeans immediately changed colour as
the piss soaked through.

   "That's great!" said Anne as she started to rub herself harder and
faster lifting her arse off the seat to get two fingers deep into her cunt.

   The feeling for me was just indescribable.  As my pee flowed down my
legs and started to drip onto the kitchen floor I had never felt so alive
and naughty.  I stared intently at Anne's pussy as she started to come with
frantic movements of her hands and hips.  "Go on Mary, go on, be dirty for
Me" she shouted as she reached her final throws.

   I couldn't just sit peeing anymore.  I had to deal with my own lust and
quickly undid the top of my jeans and pulled down to my thighs.  My
knickers followed far enough down to allow me to spread my legs and start
to insert fingers into my own pussy.  As I did so I pumped the last squirts
of piss from myself which, deflected by my fingers into a shower, sprayed
the floor and Anne's legs.  I was lost in lust and couldn't stop now
whatever happened.  I had to come and started to shout louder than Anne had
done, "Oh god, oh god yes.  Anne I want to come for you.  I want to piss
for you.  I want to be so dirty Anne.  Please Anne let me come for
you......Oh God, ooohhhhhh Goodddd!"

   As I came down from my orgasm, reality struck home and I must have
looked totally embarrassed.

   Anne said, "Are you okay?  Did you like it?" in a tone that gave away
her concern that maybe I was already regretting what I had done.

   I was shocked at what I had done.  I still couldn't quite believe that
twenty minutes after calling on my neighbour here I was semi-naked in her
kitchen with both of us masturbating and pissing for our own and each
others pleasure.  I had to think for a minute to get a grip on reality.

   After a long pause, I said "You know Anne, I really can't believe what
we just did and more importantly I can't believe how much I enjoyed it.  It
was fantastic."

   "I told you Mary, I told you it was great!" said Anne, "Now get those
jeans off and I'll put them in the wash with mine."

   I checked my watch.

   "Have you got to be somewhere?" asked Anne.

   "No, not until this afternoon." I said.

   "Great, then while you clothes wash and dry why don't you stay her for a
while.  Would you like that?" she said.

   "Anne," I said, "I would like that very much."

   "Great" she said again, "we can get comfy and get to know each other."

   "You should know I've never done anything with a woman before Anne." I
said in a tone so submissive I surprised myself.

   Anne obviously picked up on it and said, "Mary, you shouted that you
wanted to come for me and piss for me and be dirty for me.  Well you will.
I will show you what you can do for me and in return, you will get to
experience things you've never thought of.  Now get your blouse off and a
bra if you're wearing one and follow me."

   I stood and stripped as instructed.  Then meekly followed Anne into her
living room.  Anne sat down, and hung her legs over the arms of the chair
spreading herself wide.  "Now Mary," she said, knell down and lick me.  I
want you to make me come."

   I did as I was told with total enthusiasm.  I tongued and tongued at her
pussy trying to bring her off as quickly and franticly as I could.  Anne
threw her head back and enjoyed everything I did to her.  So many times I
could feel her close to coming but each time she pulled back from the brink
to extend the pleasure she was getting.  I was determined to get her off
and bought my hands into play.  I pushed two fingers into her pussy and
started to pump her.  As she started to buck and lift her bottom, I took my
opportunity and stuck the index finger of my other hand into her arse.  She
looked at me suddenly, shocked at what I had done but them smiled and
allowed me to push my fingers deep into her.  I knew the pleasure my
fingers were giving as being finger fucked in the pussy and arse at the
same time was something I just loved my husband doing for me.  Anne started
to shout and scream as she became wetter and wetter.  At one point I
thought she was peeing again but it was just so much pussy juice.  She
bucked up and down, moaning, "Oh Mary, ooooh Mary yessss....  Bring me off,
make me cum Mary, make me cum please." Then her body stiffened and shock
itself into orgasm before she slumped back down into the chair.  She then
pulled my fingers from her cunt and raising them to her mouth started to
suck them clean of her juice.

   "That was fantastic Mary," she said, "God I wish we had got to know each
other better before now."

   "So do I Anne," I said, "but I hope from now on we can spend a lot more
time together."

   "Count on it!" she said gently as she leaned forward to kiss me full and
long.  "Now before you have to go, come with me." she said standing and
holding out her hand.

   I took hold and she led me upstairs.  I thought we were going to her
bedroom but instead she took me into the bathroom.

   "Now Mary," lay in the bath for me.

   I immediately knew what was coming and eagerly clambered into the bath
and lay down.  Anne stood into the tub with her feet either side of me and
crouched down a little.  Then she spread her pussy lips and started to rub
herself again.  Within seconds her flow of piss started and grew stronger
than I had imagined.  She showered me from my thighs up to me neck for what
seemed like ages whilst I started to masturbate myself for the second time
that day.  I was so turned on by the day's events that I came almost
straight away and before Anne had finished her pee.  As she did so she told
me to remain lying and continued to rub herself.  She was going to cum
again too and when she did I could understand why she told me to remain in
the bath.  She started to spurt juice from her cunt in huge quantities,
which fell stickily onto my stomach and legs.  I could certainly get wet
when I came but nothing like this.  Anne could practically come as much as
a man.  I just loved it.  It was so dirty.

   My mind was now in turmoil.  My mundane day had presented to me the most
experimental sexual encounter of my life and I had loved every minute of
it. Whilst I had always known that having sex with another woman would be
something I was quite willing to try, I didn't believe I could be so dirty
and uninhibited.  A chance happening had opened a whole new chapter in my
life.

   Once we had cleaned up we went back downstairs.  My jeans had now dried
and, taking them into Anne's living room, I got dressed whilst she watched.

   Time was now getting on and I had my appointment.  I wanted to see Anne
again but even having been so intimate with her, still didn't like to ask.
So I was relieved as I left the house when Anne pulled me back, kissed me
and asked, "Do you want to call again tomorrow morning?"

   "Oh, yes please," I said.

   "Good," said Anne, and as I walked away added, "and make sure you drink
lots!"

   My Wet Neighbour - Part2.

   The next day I awoke just knowing that it was going to be special.  I
had spent much of the night awake, going over and over in my mind what had
happened with Anne the day before.  I couldn't wait to get the early
morning routine out of the way and call on Anne again.

   I gave my husband breakfast and packed in up a small lunch before seeing
him off to work at around 8.30.  Then I turned my attention to my son.  I
wanted to get him off to college as soon as possible.  I knew I was going
next door but didn't want him to know anything of my day's plans.  The
sooner he was out of the house the better.  He didn't have lectures until
10.30 but I managed to convince him that I wanted to do loads of housework
and ironing and the sooner he left me to it the sooner I could get on.  In
the end he reluctantly departed at around 09.30.

   This was it!  I was now free to see Anne without having to explain to
anyone what I was doing next door or how long I would be.  I remembered
what Anne had said about drinking plenty and downed a pint of water before
going upstairs to get dressed.  I decided not to dress up too much.  I
wanted to keep things ordinary.  Well as ordinary as engaging in lesbian
sex with my neighbour could be.  I just put on a blouse, panties and a
skirt and made myself up.  As I prepared I was feeling horny in
anticipation.  I wanted to masturbate myself but decided to keep it for
Anne.

   At the same time as feeling excited I was also nervous.  Would Anne have
regretted yesterday after the event?  Would she welcome me into her house
again?  I just didn't know what to expect.  I think the uncertainty was
adding to my excitement in a strange way.  I drank another pint of water
and paced the house for ten minutes building up the courage to go next
door.

   Finally, I decided it was now or never.  I gave myself a final check in
the mirror and left the house.  As I turned into Anne's drive I could feel
my nipples hardening and my pussy get wet.  This was so naughty!  If my
husband or son had a clue what I was doing it would blow their minds.

   Anne must have seen me coming up her drive as she was waiting at the
door when I reach it.

   "Mary," she said, "glad to see you decided to come.  I wasn't sure you
would."

   "I wasn't sure myself," I said nervously.

   "Well don't just stand there.  Come in.  Come in." she said and ushered
me into the kitchen again.  "So you enjoyed yourself yesterday enough to
give it another go?"

   "God yes!" I said, "I haven't been able to think about anything else all
night."

   "Well I glad you're here." Anne said with a smile, "but......"

   "But what?  Don't you want me here?" I asked worried that I had made a
mistake.

   "No no, not at all.  As I said, I'm glad you made it.  It's just that I
want you to understand something before we go further.  I want us to be
friends.  I want us to enjoy each other's company and each other sexually,
but I want you to understand, for this to work for me I have to be in
charge.  It's just the way I am.  I like to be dominant in my sex life.  Is
that okay with you." She said.

   I thought for a moment and asked, "What do you mean by `in charge'
exactly?"

   "Well," replied Anne, "I certainly don't expect you to do things you
don't want to but within that parameter I want to run things.  I lead the
way, so to speak.  Okay?"

   I thought again and have to admit I quite liked the idea of being
dominated by Anne.  "Okay" I said, "I prepared to give it a go on that
basis."

   "I thought you would." She said smiling, "I thought yesterday that I saw
signs of submissiveness in you.  Am I right?  Are you the submissive type
Mary?"

   "Yeah, I suppose I am." I said, meekly adding, "what do you want me to
do?"

   "First you can drink this," she said handing me a large mug of coffee.

   "No thanks Anne," I said, "I already drunk loads this morning."

   "Good!" she said, "but don't argue, drink it!"

   I realised we had begun!  Anne was in charge and I was to do as I was
told.  "Thanks" I said taking the coffee and sitting down at the kitchen
table to drink it.

   Anne was wearing her housecoat and appeared to have no bra underneath
although I could see the visible line of her panties as she walked around
the room.

   When I had finished the coffee, Anne took mug and told me to follow her.
I stood up and followed her into the hall way and then on into the lounge,
where I had sucked and fingered her to orgasm the day before.  The room was
fresh and airy, lightly furnished and with a large pair of sliding glass
doors looking out onto the garden.

   "What do you want me to do?" I asked again.

   In the corner of the room was a large footstool standing maybe two feet
high.  "Get that stool and put it by the glass doors, " she said
forcefully, but still in a friendly manner.

   I happily did as she told me and then turned for her next instruction.
Anne by this time had sat in a chair at the other end of the room and had
opened her housecoat.  She sat caressing her breasts with one hand whilst
the other was slowly making circles on her tummy and just touching the tops
of her pubic hair above her panties.  She looked very sexy and totally in
control whilst I stood looking somewhat lost and mildly pathetic.

   "Now Mary, you will masturbate for me.  I want you to sit on the stool
and masturbate yourself but I want you to do it subtly.  Imagine you are in
a room with a stranger, maybe some kind of waiting room and you are
desperate to bring yourself off.  I am the stranger and you want to do it
without me noticing.  "

   I liked her little game playing but asked if I could go to the loo
before I started as I was bursting.

   "No!" she said sternly, "you may not!  You will save that for latter and
if I see the slightest hint of you leaking pee I will be very disappointed.
Is that clear Mary?"

   I nodded.

   "Now you may begin," she said.

   At first I was nervous.  I couldn't get into the role Anne had described
for me but as I closed my eyes and relaxed I started to see the `waiting
room' with the woman `stranger' sitting opposite me.  The imaginary
role-playing was exciting as I gently and slowly started to rub my thighs
together.  I imagined I was in a doctor's waiting room and Anne was the
receptionist sat at her desk.  I turned slightly on the stool so she would
not get a full view of what I was doing and then dropped my hand to my
thigh.  The slowly I pushed my hand under my skirt and reached my knickers
with my fingertips.  The `receptionist' hadn't noticed.  I delved further
with my fingers pulling my knickers to one side and feeling the lips of my
pussy.  Then I moved my hand just a little further up and my fingers parted
my lips and went into my cunt.  I checked to see if I had `been seen'.  In
my imagination the receptionist was still going about her business.  I had
to go further.  I started to gently and quietly puss two fingers in and out
of my pussy and at the same time rubbed by clit with my thumb.  My other
hand I slowly bought upto my chest and started to rub my breasts through my
blouse almost as if I was just brushing some fluff of my clothes.  I was by
now getting very wet but still desperately tried to stay `in character' and
continue my frigging as silently as possible.  I started to feel myself
cumming and now totally playing the part I bit my lip as I rocked back and
forth on my fingers and tried to keep my body movements to an absolute
minimum.  Then my orgasm started.  It came in waves through me and with
each one I tried desperately to maintain my composure as if I really was
sat in front of a total stranger in a public waiting room.  I had never
experienced anything like it before.  The total self control mixed with the
total lack of control that an orgasm delivers was a potent mixed.  Even
with my best wills I let out a couple of murmurs as I finally came.  Then I
withdrew my hand and sat quietly.

   I was snapped out of my imaginary world by Anne saying, "That was
perfect Mary, just perfect.  Did you enjoy it?"

   "I can't believe how much." I said, "I haven't ever tried to have a
quiet, controlled orgasm before.  It was a really fantastic experience. 
Did you know it would be so good for me?"

   "I thought it would.  It is something I do quite regularly.  I go to
public places like the library or cinema and bring myself off trying to
keep it secret.  I find it absolutely thrilling and wanted to give you a
taste of what it feels like.  I know it not quite the same here with me but
I hope it has given you the idea.  One day soon I will take you somewhere
you can do it for real."

   "Oh yeah, that sounds good," I said surprising myself with my
enthusiasm.

   "Now," said Anne getting to her feet, "follow me into the kitchen.  It's
time for something else."

   I stood up and could hardly walk I wanted to pee so badly now.  "Please
Anne, please can I go to toilet first, I begged."

   "Soon enough," she said, "now into the kitchen please."

   I followed Anne back into the kitchen where she got some old cushions
from a pile in the corner and threw them onto the floor.

   "Have you ever been fucked by another woman Mary?" she asked
matter-of-factly.

   "No" I said with a smile of anticipation, "but I would love you to be my
first Anne."

   She then told me to take my blouse off and knickers off but to keep my
skirt on.  I had noticed already that she was always very precise in what
she wanted.  I did as told and removed by blouse and knickers, dropping
them onto the floor next to me.  She then told me to kneel down on the
cushions and rest on my elbows.  "I want your bottom high in the air." She
said.

   I knelt down and pushing by bottom as high as I could in the knelling
position I turned to watch Anne as she opened and dropped her housecoat to
the floor.  She then pulled her panties off and threw them on the floor
next to my face.

   "Stay as you are." She said as she then left the room for what seemed
like an age.  Whilst she was gone I wanted so much to pee that some leaked
out and ran down my thighs but not enough for Anne to notice.  She then
entered the room and as she did so I automatically turned to look at her. I
was truly shocked to see a large and fat strap-on dildo bouncing from her
crotch as she walked towards me.  It was black and at least eight or nine
inches long.  I was used to only my husband's prick and it wasn't as big as
the dildo before me.

   "I'm not sure I can take that Anne" I said.

   "Don't worry," she said, "I know what I am doing and I'm not into
hurting people.  "Relax."

   She clearly didn't see it as a topic for discussion as she knelt down
behind me and leaning forward with both hands grabbed my tits and started
to play with them.  The dildo pushed against the crack of my arse and it
felt just as though a large man was ready to take me doggy style.  Anne
then lifted my skirt up to reveal my pussy and arse sticking high in the
air.  She wasted no time in placing the tip of the dildo against my lips
and pushed it into me with a single, strong thrust.

   I gasped as it sank into me, shocked at the speed with which see did it.

   "Now bitch, I'm going to fuck you good and hard.  You hear me bitch?"
she said in a gruff voice.

   I figured it was more role-play for Anne with her being a man about to
fuck his woman.

   "Yes, I ready......," I said but Anne had already started to fuck me
very hard and very fast before the words had even come out.  She was like a
`man' possessed.  "Take it bitch, take my long dick," she shouted, "go on
beg me to fuck you with my long dick you slut.  Take it, take it right in,"
she shouted at me as she fucked me harder than my husband had ever done.

   I really was her slut.  In reality I hardly knew Anne and yet here I was
almost naked in her kitchen allowing her to dildo fuck me whilst all the
time my husband and son thought I was just doing the housework.

   I started to feel my second orgasm of the morning coming on strong and
started to ride myself back onto the plastic dick.  "Harder, fuck me
harder," I begged.

   "You want more?  You want more bitch?  Is that what you want?" Anne
shouted.

   "Yes more, I want more." I screamed.

   Anne suddenly stopped and pulled the dildo out.  It was so quick I
didn't really know what was happening when I felt it again against my
arsehole.

   "You want it bitch then you're going to get it, you filthy slut." She
said and before I could say another word she plunged the dildo into my
arse.

   As I have said, I regularly enjoyed getting my arse finger fucked by my
husband but we had never actually arsed fucked.  The feeling of the dildo
going into me was shocking.  It felt enormous and I felt every muscle in my
body tighten but somehow I couldn't speak a word.  The before I knew it
Anne had started to fuck my arse with long slow strokes.  My shock and
discomfort gave way to the most immense pleasure as by body relaxed again
and I slumped lower onto my elbows.  This made it even easier for Anne to
go deeper, which she immediately did.

   "Enjoying it bitch?  Do you like your pretty little bottom to be fucked
by my huge prick?  Do you, do you like it slut?" she kept asking.

   I still couldn't talk; all I could do was groan in pleasure.

   "Now Bitch, I want you to piss for me.  I want you to piss as I fuck
your arse."

   I didn't need telling twice.  I was absolutely bursting to go and
started to pee instantly.  A huge stream of pee shot out of me onto the
floor and all over Anne's legs and body and she continued fucking my arse.
Each time she slapped into me my stream was sent into a shower that quickly
drenched her and me.  This was enough to take me over the edge and Anne
too. I started to come and come and Anne started to shout and moan.  As
soon as I had finished she pulled the dildo out of me and ripping the
Velcro fastenings open threw it aside.  She then grabbed my head, spinning
me round to face her and forced my face into her cunt.  I started licking
and sucking for all I was worth but it was clearly not enough to bring her
to her peak.  She laid herself on the floor and as I went to kneel between
her legs and continue my licking she grabbed my hand and pushed it into her
cunt.

   "Fist me Mary, put your fist into me and fuck me with your arm.  Do it,
do it now Mary."

   I eased two, then three, then four fingers into her and was surprised
how easy they went in.  In short order I had my whole hand in her and
started to use it and my forearm as a dildo.  Anne just took it all and
grabbing my arm started to pump herself with it as if it were a sex toy. 
She screamed and bucked and swore as she finally started to cum.  Realising
she was there, she pulled my arm out of her and pulled my face down into
her cunt.  She then bucked her hips a few more times and started to spurt
her cum onto my face.  Just as much as she had produced in the bathroom the
day before.  I was covered with spurt after spurt.  Just like yesterday she
came just like a man climaxing.  With each contraction there was another
load ejaculated from her pussy into my face.

   We both collapsed, into a heap on the floor, both totally exhausted and,
I think, just a little embarrassed by how far we had gone and what we had
done to each other.

   We eventually got ourselves cleaned up and drank coffee and chatted, and
shared our most intimate thoughts and fantasies with each other.  I felt so
good to talk to someone, so openly knowing I could be more honest than I
had ever been in my life.

   As my time to leave eventually arrived Anne once again asked if I wanted
to meet with her again.  She really didn't need to ask.  If course I did
and as soon as possible.  What adventures would she have planned for me I
thought as I walked back down her drive.



   My Wet Neighbour - Part3.

   It was two days latter that I next visited Mary again.  I got an early
morning call from her.  Too early really, as I was still getting my
husband's breakfast when the phone rang.

   "Hi Mary, it's Anne" how are you doing?  She said.

   "Fine," I said "but it's difficult to talk right now.  I'm fixing my
husband's breakfast."

   "Is he there?" she asked.

   "Of course he's here or why would I be making him breakfast." I replied
jokingly.

   "No, I mean is he in the kitchen with you now?" she went on.

   "Oh no, he's upstairs shaving."

   "and your son?"

   "He's still in bed, I suppose, he usually is." I answered, "Why all the
questions anyway?"

   Anne didn't answer my question she simply went on, "so are you feeling
sexy Mary?  Are you in the mood for some fun?"

   I smiled to myself and said coyly, "I might be, what have you in mind?
Do you want me to call round later?"

   "Later yes, indeed, but why not have some fun now.  Listen, I'm sat in
my bathroom.  My husband is in the next room getting dressed and do you
know what I am doing Mary?

   "No, what are you doing." I said quietly.  Although my husband and son
couldn't possibly hear me I just felt so naughty talking to Anne that I
automatically whispered.

   "I'm frigging myself Mary.  Bringing myself off thinking about you.  I
want you to do the same Mary.  What are you wearing?"

   "I've just got my robe on and a pair of knickers." I whispered.

   "Right," said Anne, "remove your knickers now and put them on your
kitchen table."

   "Anne, I can't.  My husband or son could wander in any minute.  I can't
do this now." I said.

   "Do it now Mary or we won't meet later.  Is that what you want?" she
said rather sternly.

   "Of course I don't want that.  I can't wait to see you again."

   "Then take of your knickers and put them on the table!" she ordered.

   I did as I was told.  Quickly listening out for my husband and son and
hearing nothing of them, I untied by robe and let it fall open.  Then I
quickly pulled my panties off and closed my robe up again.

   "Have you done it?" asked Anne.

   "Yes," I stumbled.

   "No you haven't have you Mary.  You're lying to me, I can tell from your
voice.  Now one more chance!"

   "Okay, okay," I said, "I have taken them off but I'm still holding them.
If I put them on the table and my husband or son walk in how on earth will
I explain it."

   "The risk is the fun Mary," Anne said gently, "Now put them on the table
for me."

   I was under Anne's spell and beginning to feel the thrill of the
situation.  I threw my panties onto the table and waited for Anne to speak.

   "Now Mary, I want you to move to your sink, lean over it with your
bottom facing your kitchen door and pull your robe up around your waist."
She said, "when you are in position tell me."

   "I can't!" I exclaimed.  "It would be bad enough for my husband to walk
in to see me displaying my pussy and arse to the world, but if it were my
son, I would be mortified."

   "Take the risk Mary, you know I'm always right.  Go on Mary do it for
me." Anne said.

   I just couldn't refuse Anne's charms.  I walked to the sink, bent over
and pulled by robe up.  "I'm in position" I whispered down the phone, "Oh
God this is so risky, what if................

   Anne interrupted, "Good, now I want you to spread your arse cheeks, then
bring a hand between your legs and masturbate yourself.  Make sure you talk
to me Mary, I want to know how you're doing."

   I couldn't believe myself as I put a hand on each of my arse cheeks and
pulled myself open, gently rubbing around my arsehole with my hands.  Then,
with my right hand between my legs, I started to rub myself off.  I told
Anne exactly what I was doing at every stage and could hear her
masturbating herself too.  I didn't want to take long.  Whilst Anne was
right that the thrill of being caught was a fantastic turn on, I knew deep
down, that I really didn't want to be caught, so rubbed as hard and fast as
I could.  As I started to feel myself coming, I put my left hand back on my
bottom and pushed its index finger into my arsehole.  This was enough to
bring me over the edge and Anne too as I described to her what I was doing.


   As my orgasm came and then subsided, Anne spoke again, "Now wasn't that
fun Mary?  Did you like the risk of being caught?"

   I admitted to her that the thrill of my husband catching me was
fantastic and frightening at the same time.  How would I explain to him why
I was stood in the kitchen at breakfast time, frigging myself to orgasm and
who would I say I was talking to as I did it?  It really didn't bear
thinking about.  As to being caught by my son, I told Anne that the very
idea terrified me.  Although there was a dark corner of my mind that
actually found the idea of being caught by my son rather than my husband,
the real turn on.  I didn't say anything about that to Anne though.

   Anne spoke again, "Well done Mary!  Now I want you to leave your
knickers off for now.  Take them off the table and drop them into a corner
of the kitchen floor.  Then when one of your family sees them it will give
them something to think about without actually telling them anything.  Let
their imagination do a little work!  Now, I will expect you to call round
here mid-morning.  Is that okay with you."

   "Oh, absolutely," I said, "I can't wait.  You're turning me into a very
dirty woman, and I love it."

   Anne replied cheerily, "I'm not making you into anything you're not
already.  I'm just showing you a different side of yourself.  It was always
there, I just allow you to express yourself.  See you later!" and with that
she hung up.

   I too hung up and then picking my panties off the table, wiped the
wetness from my thighs and pussy before dropping them onto the floor.  Even
this simple act made me feel naughty.  Tempting my husband or son to wonder
why I had left my panties in the kitchen.

   It didn't seem long before the hall clock was showing 10:15 and I was
just brushing my hair in the mirror in readiness for calling on Anne.  I
could fell a wet anticipation in my pussy wondering what she had in mind
for today.  Five minutes later I was knocking at her door and was surprised
to have it opened by a stranger.  Before me stood a woman in her
mid-forties, of petite frame but with large breasts of a size that were
quite out of proportion to the rest of her.

   The situation threw me and I just stood in the doorway not knowing what
to say when Anne appeared from the Kitchen and said "Hi Mary, come in.  Let
me introduce you; this is Mrs Kent, my cleaning lady.  Wendy," she
continued turning to Mrs Kent, "This is Mary my neighbour."

   I said hello to Mrs Kent and followed Anne into the kitchen whilst Mrs
Kent made her way into the lounge.  I closed the kitchen door as we entered
and said to Anne, "I thought we would be alone today.  Aren't we going to
have some fun?"

   My disappointment must have been obvious to Anne who said, "Don't worry,
Mary, we are definitely going to have fun."

   "But what about Mrs Kent?" I asked.

   "Don't worry Mary, trust me." she said and then, taking my hand, lead me
out of the kitchen and into the lounge where Mrs Kent was going about her
duties.

   "Take a seat Mary," Anne said.

   Mrs Kent turned around and asked Anne, if she wanted her to get on with
another room first, not knowing me or what I was there for.

   "No, no Wendy," Anne replied, "Mary is a close friend," she said with an
obvious and strange emphasis on the word `close'.

   "Oh, I see," said Mrs Kent knowingly.

   I could tell they were obviously `understanding' each other but had to
admit that I was confused as to what was going on.  Why had we come into
the lounge where Mrs Kent was obviously busy when we could have stayed in
the kitchen?

   It became clear when Anne turned to me and said, "Mary, I want you to
understand that Wendy here is a very special cleaning lady in that she
offers what you might call specialised services to me."

   "What do you mean." I said politely but not really knowing whether to
address the question to Anne or Mrs Kent directly.

   Anne continued cryptically, "Wendy here, takes care of me when I'm
frustrated and cleans up whatever mess I make, if you see what I mean."

   I immediately knew what Anne meant, or thought I did, and turned to Mrs
Kent to see her reaction.  She smiled at me realising at the same moment
that I obviously knew Anne intimately as well.  There was a silent
understanding that we could all be open with each other and be sure that it
was confidential.

   "Now I think we all understand each other," said Anne and continued,
"Now Wendy how about earning a little bonus today?"

   Mrs Kent replied, "Certainly madam, what have you in mind?"

   "How about you do your work naked today?  How would that be for
starters?" Anne said and then before getting an answer from Wendy turned to
me and said, "Do you think that might be fun Mary?"

   I smiled at Anne and then turning to Wendy said, "That would be great,
if it's okay with you."

   "Of course madam," said Wendy, "Whatever you ladies want, I am pleased
to oblige."

   I was by now incredibly turned on by the situation developing.  Again
Anne had managed to totally surprise me.  We both sat down and Anne then
said, "do carry on Wendy."

   Matter of factly, Mrs Kent then moved to the side of the room and
proceeded to remove her clothes.  First her blouse came off followed by her
jeans.  Then, standing in just her underwear, she turned to face us, and
unclipped her bra.  Her large breasts swung free.  She was a very
attractive woman.  Finally she slowly pulled her panties down and threw
them onto the pile of her other clothing.  Mrs Kent was now naked and I was
soaking wet having enjoyed her little `strip show'.

   I looked over at Anne who smiled back and said, "Isn't she just
gorgeous?"

   Mrs Kent then proceeded to clean and dust the lounge as she would have
done normally but seemed to me to be taking every opportunity to bend over
and display herself to Anne and myself.  Having done the general cleaning
she then reached for the vacuum cleaner and plugged it in.  Anne then
invited me to sit next to her on the couch, which I duly did.

   "Wendy and the vacuum is always a good show!" she said as she undid the
top of her jeans and pulled them down to her knees.  Then she said, "Why
don't you get a little more comfortable Mary?"

   I took the hint and undid the side zip of my skirt, pulled it down and
kicked it off.

   As I looked at Mrs Kent again she had plugged in the vacuum and stood
before us.  She then positioned the handle of the machine on her pussy lips
and having rubbed it up and down a few times, gently but obviously inserted
three or four inches of the handle into her cunt.  She them turned it on
and started to fuck herself with the handle has the vibration of the motor
added to the pleasure she was obviously feeling.  She seemed oblivious to
our presence as she sank to her knees, bringing the handle of the vacuum
down to floor level with her, and rode the machine lick a `sybian'
vibrator.

   Anne then put her hand onto my pussy and started to rub my clit.  I took
her lead and responded in kind such that we were masturbating each other
whilst Mrs Kent bought herself off in front of us.

   "Come on Mary, come for me.  I can feel how wet you are." Anne said.

   I could say nothing.  I was so turned on by the display before me.  I
just frigged Anne for all that I was worth.  Mrs Kent was close to coming,
moaning in pleasure as the vacuum did its job.  I too was close to me
second orgasm of the day and I could feel Anne was also getting near.  I
think we were all trying for the same thing; to come together at the same
time with Anne and I taking our lead from Mrs Kent.

   "Come on Wendy," shouted Anne, "bring yourself off you slut.  Come for
Mary and me.  Come dirty!  We want to see you come."

   "Yes, come on Mrs Kent," I added, "fuck yourself for us."

   Mrs Kent started to shout as her orgasm approached.  Anne and I sped up
our mutual frigging.  We all started shouting our own obscenities to
ourselves and at each other as we all magically peaked together.  Each in
our own little fantasy and at the same time each providing the stimulation
to the others.  I felt totally and utterly liberated enjoying myself so
openly in the company of fellow woman.

   Once spent, we all sat quietly with our thoughts until Anne piped up,
"That was great Wendy.  A bonus well earned I think!"

   "Thank you madam," replied Mrs Kent, "do you wish me to dress now?"

   "No I think not yet.  You see this morning Mary here, tried to lie to
me. I told her to do something and see tried to pretend she had done so
when she hadn't." said Anne.

   I cut in, "What are you talking about?"

   Anne continued, "You know full well!  When I told you to put your
knickers on your kitchen table and you didn't."

   "I did." I said.

   "Yes, but not before trying to lie to me." Then turning to Mrs Kent she
went on, "Wendy, I think Mary needs to be spanked and I would be obliged if
you would carry out her punishment."

   "Certainly madam," she replied, "where would you like it done."

   "In the kitchen I think." Said Anne with a knowing smile.

   I seemed to have no say in the matter as Mrs Kent took my hand and lead
me to the Kitchen.

   "Take off your panties and bra please Mary," said Mrs Kent.

   I simply did as I was told.

   Throwing some cushions onto the floor she then said, "Please kneel down
Mary."

   Again I did as I was told whilst Anne stood in the corner of the kitchen
and stripped herself naked too.

   Mrs Kent then knelt down beside me and without further warning started
to spank my arse cheeks.  After every few slaps she would place her hands
on my arse and kneed my buttocks, each time making sure to rub her hands
over by arsehole and cunt.  I couldn't believe I was being so submissive as
I felt my pussy begin to flow with juice yet again.

   "Well done Wendy," said Anne, "I think half a dozen more strokes will be
enough."

   Mrs Kent proceeded to spank me a few more times and them stopped saying
to Anne, "I think madam that Mary's spanked bottom might be cooled by a
shower."

   "Excellent idea Wendy," said Anne and stepping forward put a leg either
side of my bottom and told me to remain kneeling.  The next thing I felt
was Anne starting to piss over my back and bottom whilst at the same time
Mrs Kent massaged the golden flow into my smarting checks.  I was totally
submissive and enjoying every moment of the experience.

   When she had finished Anne said to me, "you may now piss, if you like."

   I couldn't wait to oblige her and immediately let my own pee flow begin
all over the floor to mix with Anne's whilst at the same time I rubbed my
pussy frantically.

   When I had finished Anne turned to Mrs Kent and said, "Wendy, since you
will have to clear up Mary's mess you may do one more thing to her in
`payment' for your cleaning services."

   "Thank you madam," she replied, "could I be so bold as to borrow you
dildo madam."

   Smiling in anticipation Anne replied, "Of course you may.  The ordinary
or the strap-on?"

   "The strap-on please madam." She replied.

   I was expected to remain kneeling and to do whatever they pleased.

   Anne passed Mrs Kent the strap-on dildo that she had used on me two days
before and Mrs Kent quickly put it on before kneeling behind me.

   "I would like to fuck her, madam, if that is okay with you," she asked
Anne.

   "That will be fine," said Anne, "In her cunt or arse?"

   "I think I will use her cunt madam," she replied and without further
talk turned herself toward me and thrust the dildo into my pussy.  I think
the fact that they discussed what to do to me, as though I wasn't there or
didn't matter, added to me excitement as, as soon as the dildo entered me I
started to fuck it as hard as I could.

   "She's going to come quickly madam," Mrs Kent said to Anne as she
reached underneath me and started to massage my tits as she fucked me with
deep and fast thrusts or her hips.

   "Excellent." Replied Anne, "sitting to the side of me and masturbating
herself as she watched Mrs Kent fuck me like a whore."

   I came within a couple of minutes as did Anne watching me.  Mrs Kent
took longer and continued to pump into me for maybe four or five minutes,
shouting and swearing at me before finally reaching her own orgasm.  I got
the distinct impression that she was enjoying treating me roughly.  A
chance to teach a `lady' a lesson, so to speak.

   Once she had finished with me, she pulled the dildo out and wiped it
clean in my hair.  All designed to emphasise my submissiveness, I thought.

   "Thank you Wendy, " said Anne, "that was very good work.  And I am sure
Mary would like to thank you also."

   "Thank you, Mrs Kent," I said quietly.

   "Thank you for what?" she replied.

   "Thank you for fucking me, Mrs Kent," I said meekly.

   "You're welcome Mary," see said, "No doubt I shall do it again soon, but
in the meantime you must excuse me." With that she stood up, left the
kitchen and continued with her cleaning duties.

   Anne turned to me and said, "isn't he marvellous?  The best cleaner I
have ever known!"

   I smiled and replied, "Yes she was fantastic.  Do you think she might
`clean' for me?"

   "I'm sure she would welcome the extra cash, Mary, leave it with me."

   I left Anne's house about half an hour later having enjoyed a coffee and
a cuddle with her before doing so and arranging my next visit as I said
goodbye.  Once again Anne had managed to surprise me and leave me wanting
more.

   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   My Wet Neighbour - Part4.

   The next day, I had just seen my husband off to work when the doorbell
rang.  It was only around 08:45 and I wouldn't normally expect anyone to
call at that time so I assumed it was my husband having forgotten something
or other.  I was dressed, as was usual for that time of day, in my robe and
panties, and expecting my husband didn't bother to particularly cover
myself as I opened the door with a "What did you forget this time....."
when I realised it was Anne.

   "Oh sorry." I said, "I thought it was John."

   "No, I watched him disappear down the road before I came round." Said
Anne, "I thought an early morning call might surprise you."

   "It does." I said.

   "I can see that," she replied obviously looking at my tits.

   I looked down and realised my robe was quite open and Anne had a nearly
full view of my breasts.  I instinctively pulled my robe closed but Anne
reached forward and pulled it open again saying, "Oh don't spoil my view.
You know I just love your body Mary."

   "Thanks," I said, "but I don't particularly want to show all the
neighbourhood what I've got."

   Anne reached forward and rubbed my breasts with her hand, "In that case
you had better let me in and show me them properly." She said as she walked
past me into the house.

   I quickly closed the door and grabbing her arm ushered her into the
Kitchen saying, "Anne, for God's sake, my husband may have left for work
but my son is still in bed.  What would he make of seeing you grabbing my
tits in the doorway"

   "A young man like him, I expect he would just love to see it."

   A mental picture of my son standing on the stairs and watching Anne
fondling me suddenly shot into my head but I quickly dismissed the it
saying, "Anne!  You're terrible!, now be quiet or he will hear us."

   I offered Anne a cup of tea and she sat down at the kitchen table whilst
I got some cups out and put the kettle on.  When I turned round it was to
see Anne kicking her track trousers of her feet and sitting back in the
chair with her legs spread open and her pussy barely covered by a tiny pair
of pink panties.

   "Anne, what on earth are you doing, my son could come down any moment;
get them back on now!" I shouted in a whisper, if you see what I mean.

   Anne just coolly sat there and said, "just lighten up Mary.  Haven't I
taught you that one of the greatest sexual thrills, is risk.  You've been
very brave in taking risks with me so far, why stop now?"

   "Because this is different!  Risks at your house are one thing but here
is literally `too close to home'" I said.

   She simply replied, "Bigger the risk, bigger the thrill Mary!" and with
that she started to rub herself through her panties.  "Now you just get on
with making the tea whilst I relax a little."

   I could see Anne wasn't going to stop what she was doing and some how,
illogically felt that if I ignored her, the `problem' would go away.  I
turned and got on with making the tea in the hope that when I gave it to
her to drink it would take her mind of playing games and make her act
sensibly.

   I was frantic with a mix of anxiety and excitement at what Anne was
doing and could feel myself getting wet in the pussy and hard in the
nipples when I heard a sound I had come to recognise.  I froze not wanting
to turn and face the ineviatable.  After a few seconds I had no choice and
turned to face Anne.  She was still sat in the chair but had now stopped
rubbing herself off and had instead pulled her panties to one side and
started to pee.  She was in full flow, with a huge stream of golden pee
splashing onto my kitchen floor; I was horrified!

   "Anne," I now shouted at the top of my voice, "for fuck's sake don't do
that here!  Frank will be down for his breakfast any time now!"

   Anne remained so cool and finished her piss before simply smiling at me
and saying, "God, I needed that Mary.  Now just let me finish myself
off...." With which she resumed her masturbation.

   "Anne, I beg you , please stop." I said.

   "Mary, if you want to get this over as soon as possible then I suggest
you help me." she replied with a grin on her face.

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "Kneel down Mary and finish me with you tongue.  Then we can straighten
things up."

   I was frantic and at the same time incredibly turned on.  I sank to my
knees, and kneeling in Anne's piss-puddle crawled over to her and started
to lick her pussy and clitoris as fast and hard as I could.  I was
desperate to get her off as quickly as I could.  I knew Anne liked dirty
talk and started to encourage her, "Come on Anne, come for your little slut
housewife.  Come for me Anne, please wet my face with your cum.  I'm
knelling in your piss Anne, I'm covered in it." At the same time I bought
my fingers into play inside her cunt.  I was by now getting quite
experienced at bringing Anne off, knowing what she liked and what bought
her to her peak; so it didn't take long before she started to hump her hips
up and down on the chair as she started to spurt her sticky juice into my
face.

   Having finished her, I stood up and ignoring my own passion to be fucked
by her there and then, I grabbed some paper towels and started to mop the
floor.

   Anne made no attempt to help.  I think she was enjoying seeing my panic
at the situation she had so casually caused.  "That's a good girl she said,
clean up my mess."

   I was nearly done when I heard Frank coming down the stairs into the
hall.  Anne quickly pulled on her trousers whilst I grabbed a last few
towels and soaked up as much as I could.

   Suddenly the door opened with a very tired Frank wandering in and simply
saying "Hi Mum!." He was wearing just some boxer shorts which gapped open
as he walked and which I was always telling him about in the hope that he
would be a little more discreet about displaying himself around the house.
Like any other teenager he just didn't seem to care about such things.  For
a moment he didn't see Anne sat at the table but then when he did, he spun
round to hide his crotch and check that he was decent.

   "I told you to be more careful how you dress." I told him.

   "Sorry mum, I didn't know you had a visitor." He replied rather
embarrassed.

   "Hello Frank," said Anne, "I'm your next door neighbour."

   "Yeah, I know, I've seen you around, errh Hi," said Frank.

   In all the commotion I hadn't really considered the fact that my robe
was almost undone, that it was soaked at the bottom with Anne's pee, that
my tits were clearly on view and that my nipples were still erect.  I
realised the state I was in when I saw Frank to a `double take' at my
breasts, and quickly pulled my robe closed.

   Anne then said, "listen, I won't keep you any longer Mary, I'll see you
later."

   "Yes, okay," I mumbled and took the opportunity to leave the kitchen
with her and walk her to the door.

   "That was good and close." She laughed as I opened the door for her.

   "Too close!" I said.

   "Oh nonsense, it was fun." She replied, "Now listen, I think we could
have some fun with young Frank there!"

   "What on earth do you mean?" I asked.

   "Mary, I can see how turned on you where by the thought of him catching
us.  You may deny it, even to yourself, but it was obvious to me.  So think
about it.  At ten this morning I will be sunbathing nude in my garden. 
Make sure Frank sees me.  Then, when nature takes its course, as it surely
will, make him come round here to apologise to me.  You'll understand what
I mean when the time comes.  If you don't want to involve yourself that's
fine but I'm sure you won't begrudge me some fun with such a fine young man
as Frank, not after all I done for you in the last few days."

   I felt terrified and must have sounded it when I replied, "I can't
believe you could think I would involve Frank or let you have your way with
him!"

   "Are you sure about that Mary?" she asked as she quickly kissed me on
the cheek and walked away down the drive.

   I just stood in the hall feeling numb.  Somehow I already knew I would
deliver Frank to Anne.  I wandered back into the kitchen to be awoken from
my thoughts by Frank looking at the sole of his foot and saying, "What's
all this on the floor mum?"

   "Oh, I spilt some orange juice," I said, quite proud of the speed of my
response.

   "Well it sure smells funny mum, I hope you didn't drink any!"

   I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I replied, "Don't worry I clean
it up in a minute," and with that, I left the room.  I knew I had to
masturbate myself, or burst with excitement and made straight for my
bedroom.

   By the time I had finished with myself, freshened up and got dressed it
was already 09:50.  I didn't really have time to think but did recognise
that if I didn't go along with Anne's plan then I may not be able to
continue our relationship.  If I did go along with it, I was stepping into
the unknown.

   My mind was made up when I wandered to my bedroom window and looking out
saw Anne walk out onto her patio.  She looked up and waved at me, smiled
and then started to strip.  I watched her as see got naked, laid down on a
sun chair facing my window, put on her sunglasses and started to read a
magazine.  She was going for it and I knew, at that moment, so was I !

   I walked out onto the landing and called to Frank.  He came up stairs
and asked , "what is it mum?  I was just getting some breakfast."

   "It's my bedroom window.  I can't seem to get the lock to undo and I
want to freshen up the room.  Can you take a look at it for me?" I said.

   "Sure mum." And with that Frank walked into my room whilst I excused
myself and walked into the bathroom to wait.  I knew Frank would see Anne
in her garden and felt my stomach churning as I gave him a few minutes.  I
could hear nothing but the frantic beat of my heart.  I was scared at what
I had started.  After three or four minutes without a word from Frank I
knew he must have seen Anne and was probably enjoying the view and hoping I
wouldn't come back in to spoil it for him.  I gently walked out of the
bathroom and slowly crept to my bedroom door and peaked in.  Even half
knowing what to expect, I was still shocked.  Frank was stood to one side
of the window, his boxers round his ankles, intently watching Anne and with
his dick standing firmly erect has he pulled his foreskin slowly back and
forth.  I had seen glimpses of his penis from time to time but never in an
erect state.  My stomach did summersaults as I watched him for maybe half a
minute wanking himself slowly.  I couldn't resist touching myself through
my skirt as I watched him and at the same time felt so guilty.

   Suddenly Frank jumped back from the window.  I immediately realised that
Anne had made her move and I knew I had to act then and there.  I strode
into the room as Frank spun round with his dick still in his hand and,
continuing towards the window, shouted, "Frank!  What the hell are you
doing?"

   "Sorry mum, I didn't mean to." he blurted out as I reached the window to
see Anne standing up and waving her fist up at the window.  "Good grief
Frank, what have you been doing?  Did Anne see you?"

   He just stood there frozen with fear as his dick went limp.

   "Right young man, get yourself dressed this instant." I told him and
then come down stairs.

   I went down to the kitchen to wait for him.

   It seemed like an age before he sheepishly walked into the kitchen.

   "Sorry mum..." he started to say before I interrupted him.

   "You will go next door this minute and apologise to Anne.  Do you hear
me.  and you'd better hope she accepts your apology and doesn't report you
for indecent exposure."

   "I can't do that mum.  I can't face her!  Its just so embarrassing." he
pleaded.

   You will go and apologise and I will come with you to make sure you do,
and with that I grabbed his arm and frog-marched him next door.  We were
met at the door my Anne pretending to be annoyed.

   "What the hell do you want?" she said.

   "Sorry Anne," I said, "I can only apologise for my son's behaviour. 
Please believe me when I say he's sorry and it wont ever happen again."

   "So you know what he was doing!" Mary.

   "Yes, Anne, I caught him in the act and insisted he comes round an
apologises to you immediately.  I hope you can understand his actions as
those of a teenage boy seeing such a beautiful site as you sunbathing.."

   "Well," said Anne to turning to Frank, "what have you got to say for
yourself?  What on earth is the world coming to, if a woman cant relax in
her own back garden without having to watch such a lewd display."

   Frank responded sheepishly, "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to offend you. 
It's just, when I saw you with no clothes on, I just got...erh...carried
away.  Sorry."

   Anne's continued, "Well frank I'm not sure that's good enough.  It seems
to me you need to be taught a lesson.  Now you can either be punished my me
or choose for me to report your behaviour."

   Frank turned to me and then back to Anne and said, "please don't report
me.  I didn't mean it."

   "So you choose to accept punishment by me do you?" Anne asked.

   Again Frank turned to me and said, "Mum?" looking to me for support.

   I responded to him, "Frank, I'm sorry but I think Anne has a point.  If
you choose to act like that then you must accept the consequences.  I
suggest we hear what Anne has in mind."

   Anne continued, "Very wise Mary," and invited us in to her house.

   We entered and were lead into the lounge where Anne continued, "Now
Frank, if you think it is acceptable to play with yourself in front of me
like that, then your punishment will be to do so `face to face'."

   "What?" asked Frank in a concerned voice.

   "You will continue your little performance and suffer the embarrassment.
That will be your punishment." Said Anne.

   "I still don't understand!" said Frank.

   "Look!  It's quite simple young man." Anne said in a slightly annoyed
tone, "I can either report your behaviour or you can continue where you
left off, right here and now!"

   "I can't do that!" Frank pleaded, "and what about mum?" he said looking
at me for backup.

   "Sorry son," I said, "like I said, I think you should accept whatever
punishment Anne deems appropriate.  You certainly don't want to be reported
do you!"

   "But here mum!" he said.

   Anne cut in, "Look Frank, you mother agrees, so stop whinging and make
your mind up.  Do you agree to my punishment or not?"

   Frank stood quietly for a moment, hoping, I think, that I would bail him
out but I remained silent.  Realising he would not be saved by me he had to
make his own decision and answered meekly, "alright, I accept your terms."

   "Good boy!," said Anne and sitting on the sofa continued, "Now let's
gets started shall we.  Mary you will sit next to me.  I want a witness
that Frank is not forced to do anything he doesn't want to."

   I looked at Frank and pretending to be reluctant whilst secretly looking
forward to every minute of what was about to happen, I sat down next to
Anne.

   "Right," Anne continued, "We shall now begin.  Frank drop your pants and
shorts!"

   Frank looked at me one more time for support but I ignored his visual
plea for help.

   "Now!" said Anne.

   Frank, knowing he had no alternative, dropped his pants to the floor and
then slowly and with great embarrassment pulled his boxers down to his
ankles.  Both Anne and I remained silent and simply looked at him to
continue.

   Frank sighed deeply and then bought his right hand to his dick and
started to pull at his foreskin.  Not surprisingly he started to grow erect
almost straight away and Anne and I looked at each other and slightly
smiled before turning our gaze back to Frank, now sporting a full erection
and starting to pump himself more vigorously.

   "Good boy Frank," said Anne, "now you will bring yourself off for me to
see and do it properly!"

   "What do you mean properly" Frank asked as he continued to slowly wank
himself making sure not to look at me.

   "Well Frank, if you do such things in front of a lady, you'd better make
damn sure the lady get s a good show.  If she doesn't enjoy it too, then
you shouldn't be doing it.  So if I don't enjoy your little performance
then you have failed; that's what I mean Frank.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, I understand," said Frank, still without daring to look at me.

   Frank then closed his eyes, seemingly trying to concentrate on what he
was doing and started to wank himself faster.

   Anne turned to me, smiled and pulled her track trousers down to her
hips. I looked shocked but was by now beginning to get excited myself at
the sight of my son masturbating for Anne.  I couldn't resist rubbing
myself too but held back from actually removing any clothing.  It was a
difficult situation for me in that I didn't want Frank to think I was
enjoying his punishment as much as Anne clearly was.

   Frank opened his eyes and saw Anne masturbating herself.  He went into
overdrive, seemingly ignoring the fact that his own mother was watching him
to."

   "Oh god!  I'm coming, I'm coming!" he started to shout.

   "Not yet Frank." Anne shouted back, "You will come when I say so.  Now
look at me Frank, Look at the enjoyment you are giving me."

   Frank concentrated his view on Anne's fingers as she frantically
masturbated herself.

   "Now look at your mother Frank!  See how you are exciting her too.  Do
you see that Frank?"

   Frank now dared to look directly at me and saw the excited state I was
in.  He dropped his eyes to my hand which, like Anne, was now rubbing
against my pussy lips, albeit through my clothing."

   "Oh god, Mum!" he shouted, as he realised that I was enjoying his
performance as well., "Oh god Mum!," he repeated and started to pull
himself faster.

   Anne spoke up, "Frank move over to your mother.  Do you understand?"

   I looked at Anne and then at Frank.  He did as he was told and shuffled
over to stand in front of me.

   "That's a good boy, Frank.  Now you can come.  Now I want to see you
spurt your cum." Anne said.

   Frank looked me in the eye, almost as if he was looking for permission
to continue.  I gave him the slightest smile of approval which he instantly
recognised and now, almost beyond control, pumped himself a last few times
before shouting, "Oh my God!," with which he started to ejaculate.  The
first spurt of spunk flew into the air and landed on my shoulder and the
sofa.  The second and third both landed directly on my chin and dripped
onto my T-shirt.  The rest of his come flew onto the floor and down his own
hand onto his legs.

   As soon as he had come he looked at me and said, "I'm sorry mum!  I'm so
sorry." but before I could respond Anne spoke up, "There's no need to
apologise Frank.  That was a fine show from a fine young man.  You have
redeemed yourself for peeping on me from your mother's window.

   Frank ignored her words and still looking at me said again, "I'm sorry
mum!"

   I had by now stopped rubbing myself and said gently to him, "That's fine
Frank.  You did what you were told and, you know, I'm very proud of you. 
You are indeed a fine young man and very sexy with it.  Even your old mum
was getting excited watching you.  If that caused you extra embarrassment
then I'm sorry to Frank."

   "No Mum!" he said, "It was alright for you to watch."

   "Good," I said, "Now pass me a tissue from that box on the table so I
can clean up this mess of yours."

   As I cleaned my son's cum from my face and clothes, he got his clothes
back on and stood looking for guidance of what to do next.

   "Frank, go home now." I said gently to him.  "You go home and I'll be
back in a minute.  I just want to have a word with Anne first."

   "Okay mum," Frank said and collecting himself together walked out of the
room and out of the front door.

   Anne turned to me, "So Mary, was that fun or what!"

   I had to admit it was great but noted that neither of us had had the
chance to come.  I thought Frank would need a little time to himself before
I returned home and taking Anne by the hand allowed her to lead me to her
bedroom.

   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   My Wet Neighbour - Part5.

   By morning the next day, I had not seen my son and thought it best to
leave him to himself.  We both needed to think about the implications of
what had happened the day before.

   I was going about my usual routine.  My husband had left for work some
two hours before and I had heard Frank leave quietly at around 09.30 to get
to college.  I was alone in the house and enjoying the quiet and my own
thoughts of the previous few days events when I was shaken out of my
daydreams by the ring of the phone.

   I picked it up, "Hello."

   "Hello Mary, Its Wendy Kent here."

   "Oh hello....Mrs Kent," I said, rather surprised by her call.

   "I hope you don't mind me phoning but Anne said that you might like me
to start cleaning for you."

   I was surprised by her coolness after what we had done together with
Anne and mumbled, "Erh...Yes....Erh..  yes I think I would."

   "Are you sure?  You seem a bit put out by my calling." She said.

   By now I was gaining my composure and replied, "No not at all Mrs Kent
and yes, I would definitely like to talk to you about you coming to clean
for me."

   "Good," she said, "I can always do with the extra income, and please,
call me Wendy.  I like to be on first name terms with my `ladies'."

   "Okay Wendy it is," I said, "when would be convenient for you to come
round to discuss details?"

   "Well how about now.  I can be with you in twenty minutes."

   "That would be fine.  See you then," I answered and hung up the phone.
God, what was I doing.  Did I really want Wendy to start cleaning for me.
Did I want to be one of her `special' ladies.  What the hell, I thought. 
Go for it!  She is obviously trusted by Anne and if Anne can rely on her
discretion then so could I.

   I decided, rather illogically, that if she was going to come to my house
to talk about cleaning it, then I should quickly rush round and clean it
myself.  I knew it was crazy but it's just the sort of thing you do isn't
it.  You don't want your cleaner to see what a mess you live in.  I quickly
sorted things out and chucked all the dirty crockery into the dishwasher
when I realised I had already been 15 minutes.  With only a few moments
left before Wendy arrived I wanted to be sure I looked okay and dashed
upstairs to straighten my hair etc.  I wasn't yet dressed but did have
underwear on under my robe and generally looked decent enough to have
visitors, I thought.

   I went back down stairs just as the doorbell rang.  I opened it to a
warm smile from Wendy who greeted me with the kind words, "thanks for
asking me round.  It is much appreciated that you may wish to take me on as
your cleaner."

   "Please come in," I said and showed Wendy through into the lounge and
invited her to sit down.  "So...Wendy....I've never taken on a cleaner
before and to tell the truth I don't really know the drill, so to speak."

   She immediately put me at ease by saying, "Don't worry about that. 
Basically I do a few hours a week general cleaning.  For a little extra I
am also willing to do ironing, if you want." She paused and then said, "and
as you know, for selected clients, I occasionally earn bonuses for special
duties."

   "Would I be a `selected' client?," I asked.

   "Oh I think after the other day at Anne's that you would certainly
qualify if you wanted my special services.", she replied with a smile.

   I really did want a cleaner but the thought of Wendy doing other things
for me as well was a real turn on.  As we spoke about it, even in polite,
cryptic tones, I was felling myself getting turned on.  As I described
before, Wendy was a very attractive woman and I think she knew it.

   "So do you want me?" she said, again with a smile but this time a dirty
kind of smile.

   "Oh yes, Wendy," I said, "I want you as my cleaner all right and I will
most definitely being paying you bonuses from time to time!"

   "Great," she said, "but there is one thing I would like to understand.
When I offer a client special services I have found it best to know whether
they wish me to take the lead."

   "I'm not sure I understand."

   "Well," she went on, "do you wish me to be submissive since you are the
lady of the house or would you prefer me to be more dominant in those
situations?  I seemed to me that when we met at Anne's you were at ease
being somewhat submissive.  Am I correct?" she said.

   "Oh, I see," I said and thought for a moment before answering, "I
suppose you're right Wendy.  Yes.  I would be happy for you to take the
lead but maybe at some time in the future I could change my mind."

   "Of course!" she said in a very up-beat tone, "and when do you want me
to start."

   "I looked at her sheepishly, not wanting to appear over eager and
quietly replied, "how about today."

   "Fine Mary, just show me where your cleaning stuff is.  Is it okay to
call you Mary?"

   "Yes of course," I said "and...erh..."

   "What is it?" she asked.

   "Well, if its not too pushy could you....erh...would you....um... Let me
start again," I said and gathering my courage blurted out, "would you be
prepared to start by earning a special bonus, today Wendy?"

   "Oh I see, a bonus on my first day," she said, "you really are keen
aren't you Mary.  Well, I don't see why not.  I can always start the
cleaning tomorrow." With that she gave me the most beautifully gentle smile
and slowly stood up.  The, without saying anything, she undid her jeans,
pulled them down and took them off before sitting back down.  She now had
on a sweatshirt and a pair of black panties.  She settled back into the
sofa and opened her legs slightly all the time looking me straight in the
eye.

   I didn't know what to say or do but just sat in my chair watching her
with my gaze switching from her face to her crotch and back again.

   The she spoke, "Knell down Mary and come over her."

   I was already so excited, I was eager to do as she instructed and
immediately sunk of my chair to the floor.  Then on my hands and knees I
crawled over to her stopping between her legs and placed a hand on each of
her thighs.  I then looked at her, as if waiting to be given further
instructions.

   "Good girl," Mary, now I want you to use your fingers and tongue on me.
You will bring me off and I want you to do it quickly.  I like to do these
things quick and dirty.  You will not speak while you are doing it and you
will not touch yourself.  Is that clear?"

   I nodded and pushing my hands up her thighs, I pulled her panties to one
side with my left hand and started to play with her pussy with the other.
Wendy laid back and closed her eyes.  I started to push my index finger
into her and fuck her with it and at the same time dropped my head to her
and started to lick at her clitoris.  I started gently but remembering her
instructions started to speed up my actions as she started to shout at me,
"Come on Mary, do it dirty.  Fuck me you filthy bitch.  Fuck me dirty and
make me come...oh god....yes... make me come Mary.

   Wendy was obviously as turned on as I was because she started to rub her
tits through her top and pushed her pussy hard against my mouth and onto my
pumping finger.

   "Use more fingers.  Fill me up Mary," she shouted, "Come on, now!  Do it
now before I come."

   I did as I was told and pushed a further two fingers into her continuing
to finger fuck her as fast as I now could.

   Wendy started to pant and squeal like a puppy as she reached orgasm.  As
she did so she clamped her thighs tight against my face and grabbing my
head sort of rubbed my face up and down her pussy.  I was getting covered
in her juices all over my face and into my hair.

   As her orgasm subsided she pushed my face away and caught her breath,
then looking at me smiled and said, "Very good Mary, very good.  I can see
that I am going to enjoy working for you.  Now stand up and remove your
underwear.

   I was loving this and stood as instructed eager to please.  "Do you want
my robe of as well?" I asked.

   "No Mary, just your underwear.  Leave you robe on for now." She said.

   I did as I was told and having removed my bra and put my arms back in my
robe, I then pulled my panties off.

   "Give me your panties, Mary," Wendy said.

   I looked puzzled but did as she said.

   She took them and placed them in her bag saying, "I like to keep a
momento the first time I get a bonus from a client.  Now Mary lead the way
to your kitchen please."

   I turned and lead her through the hallway and into the kitchen.

   As we went in Wendy looked around and then making for the table sat
down. I went to join her but she stopped me saying, "You can remain
standing Mary.  Please go over by the sink and open your robe for me."

   I did as instructed.  My nipples were now standing proud and I was so
excited I could feel juices leaking from my pussy and starting to rub down
my thighs.  I wanted so bad to touch myself and was relieved when Mary
said, "Now I want to see you pussy Mary.  Stand with your legs further
apart please and open yourself for me."

   Again I did as I was told and having spread my legs I pulled myself open
with my fingers.  My own touch made me sigh with pleasure by this stage.

   "You are a very good girl Mary," she said and then lifting the bottom of
her sweat shirt pulled it up and over her head to reveal her beautiful
large breasts to me.  Then standing, she removed her own panties and threw
them to the floor as she sat back down.

   "Now Mary, I want you to pee yourself."

   "Where?" I rather stupidly asked.

   "There Mary, where you are standing but first put your legs firmly
together and cup your hands over your cunt."

   I adjusted my stance so that my legs were firmly pressed together, put
my hands in front of myself and then, so looking forward to the experience,
relaxed my bladder and started to pee.  My piss shoot out from me only to
be caught in my hands and splashed back onto my self so that it ran down my
legs into a large puddle on the floor.  As I peed Wendy sat playing with
her pussy and pinching her clit between her finger and thumb.

   When my pee finished I started to rub myself too but Wendy firmly said,
"Leave yourself alone Mary.  There will be time for that in a minute.  Now
I want you to close your robe around you and lay on the floor in your
piss."

   I eagerly did so and my robe immediately soaked up a huge amount of my
pee such that it clung to me as though I had just got out of the shower
with it on.  As before at Anne's I got the impression that Wendy liked to
slightly humiliate her `clients'.

   "Excellent Mary, now come nearer, sit between my legs facing me and open
your robe."

   I positioned myself such that I was firmly between her legs, with my
face about eighteen inches from her pussy and rested back on my arms.  I
thought I knew what was coming and hoped I was right.

   I was!  Wendy parted her pussy lips and started to piss on me.  She
directed her stream with her fingers so that she first sprayed my breasts
and then bought the stream up to my face and hair.

   "Open your mouth!" she shouted, "sluts like you like to drink my piss,
isn't that right?"

   "Yes," I whimpered.

   "Then ask politely," she said.

   "Can I drink your piss Wendy.  Please let me drink your piss," I asked
and opened my mouth.

   She expertly directed her continuing stream into my mouth where it
landed and cascaded down my neck and onto my breasts.  As she neared the
end she said, "That's nearly all for now Mary.  Your last mouthful you will
swallow.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, yes," I said and filled my mouth once again.  As she stopped I
looked at her with my mouth full and then swallowed it down in one gulp. 
Mary grabbed my face with her hands and then kissed me deep and hard, as if
trying to get a taste of her own pee from me.

   Again she congratulated me on my behaviour saying, "now Mary you have
earned the chance to relieve yourself.  Do you have a dildo?"

   "No I don't." I said, "Sorry."

   "That's a shame, Mary," she said, "I intended to fuck you again myself.
Never mind go and get your vibrator."

   "Sorry Wendy," I said, "but I don't have a vibrator either."

   "You're kidding.  A lady like you and you don't have sex toys!  This is
not good enough Mary.  If you want my special services then you had better
get some toys for me to use on you.  Is that understood?"

   "Yes," I said apologetically, "I will get something sorted."

   "I have a mind not to let you cum at all, as punishment, but since you
have been such a good girl today I will be generous." With that she walked
over to the fridge and looked inside.  "These will do," she said bringing
out a packet of carrots and a large tub of yoghurt.  "Now take off that wet
robe and lean over your sink for me."

   I removed the pee soaked robe and dutifully lent over the sink.

   Wendy came behind me and pulled my legs as far apart as they would go
still allowing me to rest with my elbows on the sink.  She then emptied the
tub of yoghurt over my lower back and let it run down my arse crack before
dripping onto the floor.  She grabbed handfuls of the stuff and massaged it
into my pussy and all round by arse.  Then selecting two of the largest
carrots, she lightly pushed one into my cunt and the other into my arse
hole where she left them and returned to her seat.

   "Now Mary, remain resting on your shoulders and with a hand on each
carrot I want you first to pee yourself again and then you will fuck
yourself."

   I put my right hand over my back and grabbed the carrot in my bottom
whilst with my left hand between my legs I got hold of the carrot in my
pussy.  Then I relaxed myself and started to let my pee flow.  I didn't
need to go a lot but there was enough to put on a show for Wendy and with
the carrot in my pussy, my stream sprayed out in a good shower.  I could
see by her reaction that Wendy was pleased.  Once my piss had stopped I
started to fuck myself.  Both Wendy and I knew that I was practically
coming before I started and that I wouldn't be long.  I started to scream
and shout as with only a few pushes of the carrot in my arse I started to
feel my orgasm.  As it came I sank to my knees so that I could better fuck
with the carrots.  My juices poured out of my pussy and mixed with the
messy yoghurt and piss that covered my thighs and the floor between my
legs. I rapidly finished what was the quickest orgasm I could remember in a
long time, even quicker than those recently with Anne where I had been so
excited.

   The strange thing was, once I had come I suddenly felt embarrassed. 
Here I was sitting in my own cum and pee, covered with yoghurt, still wet
with Wendy's piss, a carrot in my backside and one in my pussy and all in
front of a woman who was still a relative stranger.  I simply couldn't
believe what I was doing nor did I know how to act.

   Wendy saw my predicament and enjoyed it, I think.  "God, you're a filthy
slut, aren't you Mary?" she said.  "Look at the state of you.  Now go
upstairs and get yourself cleaned up."

   "Thank you, I will," I said as I pulled myself to my feet and wiped as
much of the mess of myself as I could and left the room not believing that
I was actually thanking her for humiliating me.

   I was upstairs for fifteen minutes or so and wandered back down not
quite knowing what to expect.  When I entered the kitchen, Wendy was
dressed and was just finishing cleaning of the kitchen.  It was spotless,
showing no sign at all of our messy fun.  Most surprisingly Wendy had
reverted from the role of dominant to that of my cleaner, "Sorry about the
mess Mary.  I cleaned it all up well and I will get on with the rest of the
house straight away.  Is that okay?"

   "Er..yes, that will be fine Wendy," I said, "please carry on."

   "Thank you Mary," she said and gathering her cleaning kit set about her
normal duties.

   I was really quite bizarre but good to know that there was a definite
end to our `bonus' sessions after which it was simply forgotten and
normality resumed.  This made me feel much more comfortable about the
sexual path I was allowing her and Anne to lead me down.

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   My Wet Neighbour - Part 6.

   Two day's later I was planning to call on Anne again since I had not
seen her for a few days.  I decided first however to make a bit of an
effort and get myself some new clothes and maybe some new underwear.  The
shopping trip was originally intended to be to a local sex shop to get the
toys that Mrs Kent had told me to have ready for her next visit; a strap-on
dildo and a vibrator.  However at the last minute, after a whole day and
night talking myself into it, I lost my nerve.  I figured I would ask Anne
to recommend a web site or two where I could get the toys and where I could
be relatively anonymous.  So it was new clothes instead for this trip!

   I had had a real busy day, I didn't seem to have achieved much, but
nevertheless nearly the whole day had gone by the time I was ready to go
out.  I left a note for my husband telling him I was going shopping and
would be back as soon as possible but was not likely to be home before him.
With that I set off to the local town arriving only ten minutes or so,
later.  I knew I didn't have long before the shops started closing for the
day so decided on a particularly little boutique I had seen on my previous
visit but had never been in.  From their window display they seemed to have
some nice stuff and a little different to what was available everywhere
else.  Just special enough for the way I was feeling and to celebrate my
new sexual confidence and adventures.

   The shop was down a small side street and didn't seem too busy as I
approached it.  I looked in the window and, confident it would have
something to my taste, I entered.  As soon as I walked in a woman in maybe
her early forties approached me and extremely politely apologised saying,
"I'm sorry but you're a little too late today madam.  We were just
preparing to close."

   "Oh," I said, "Sorry, I thought you shut at 5.30."

   "No, I'm afraid not.  We tend to close up at 5.00 if possible.  I'm very
sorry madam."

   "That's okay," I said, disappointedly.  I was just turning towards the
door when another woman walked into the display area from the back
stockroom.  She was around twenty and with the same petite sort of figure
as myself.

   "Mum, where are those new ......." She said, obviously not realising
there were any customers in the shop, "Oh sorry," she continued looking at
me, "I didn't mean to interrupt."

   "That's okay," I said, "I was just leaving anyway.  I thought you were
open half an hour more."

   The young woman turned to the older one, who I now knew to be her
mother, and said, "I'll be around a little longer Mum.  If this lady want's
to browse I'm happy to attend to her."

   "Are you sure?" her mother asked.

   "Yeah sure," she said with a smile and glancing between her mother and
myself, "I'll lock up when I finish in the stock room and see you at home
shortly."

   "Well okay," her mother said and then turning to me smiled and
continued, "Well then madam, my daughter will look after you then.  Is that
okay?"

   "Yes of course," I said, "much appreciated!"

   With that the older woman left the shop whilst her daughter said,
"Listen, I'm sorting the stock room, so I'll just lock the front door to
make sure no one else comes in now and leave you to browse.  If you want
anything let me know and if you decide nothing suits give me a shout and
I'll let you out.  Okay?  Oh, I'm Lisa by the way."

   "Thank you Lisa," I said, "Its very kind of you to go to the trouble."

   "No problem," she replied and walked back into the stock room.

   I have to say I was quite taken by Lisa.  With my new found `interest'
in lesbian sex my mind went into overdrive.  As I perused the racks I
couldn't stop thinking about the sexual possibilities of the situation I
found myself in.  I realised that in my mind I had decided to make a pass
at Lisa.  A week ago I would never have dreamt of such a thing or even
fantasised about it, but now things were different.  I was different and I
was going to go for it.  Anne would be proud of me!

   I started to select some items to try on; a couple of pairs of trousers
and some underwear.  I decided on some really beautiful lacy items and some
panties that were as skimpy as I could find.  Then I called Lisa's name.

   She came through to the shop immediately and said, "So how's it going?"

   "Fine thanks.  You have some really nice stuff here.  Could I try these
on please," I said.

   "Yes of course madam," she said pulling back a small curtain, "the
changing room is just here."

   "Thanks, and by the way my please call me Mary."

   "Okay, Mary," she replied, "if you need any help just shout."

   In the changing room, I immediately started to undress.  I removed my
skirt and blouse and then my bra.  I was by now feeling very sexy.  There
was a small stool in the corner of the room, which I sat down on.  Then
licking my fingers, I bought them down to my nipples and started to massage
them.  They became immediately hard.  I continued on my tits with one hand
and the other I pushed down into my panties and started to rub against my
mound.  This was so good.  In a strange environment, quietly masturbating
with the young Lisa only a few yards away.  I could feel myself starting to
come and remembered my session with Anne where she encouraged me to come as
quietly as possible.  I did the same again, biting my lip to stop myself
from making any noise as I continue to masturbate myself to a quick and
gentle orgasm.

   Having cum, I bought my hand up from my pussy and licked my juice from
my fingers.  I was so on heat I just had to take this further.  God, I
hoped Lisa's response would be okay.  My stomach turned with fear as I
remained in just my panties and called her name once again.

   Again, Lisa appeared almost immediately, and spoke from the other side
of the curtain, "Do you need some help Mary?"

   "Yes," I said, "It's okay to come in."

   She pulled back the curtain and stepped in only to stop in her tracks as
she saw I was almost naked.  "Oh sorry"!  She said.

   "That's fine," I replied not attempting to cover myself but instead
actually opening my legs just a little further, "I'm afraid these trousers
aren't quite what I'm after."

   "What in particular are you looking for?" she asked trying not to look
at by breasts or crotch.

   "Well actually," I said, "what I really wanted were trousers like yours.
Do you have anything like that?"

   "I'm not sure to be honest," she said, "I did get them here.  Not
surprisingly I get most of my clothes through the shop, but I'm not sure if
there are any like this left.  Hold on and I'll take a look."

   She came back a few moments later, "Sorry Mary, we don't have any of
these left," she said touching the waistband of her trousers.

   This was it!  Now or never!  "What size are yours Lisa?" I asked looking
her straight in the eye.

   "Er...um...size 10.  Why?" she said puzzled.

   "That's exactly my size.  Sell me your trousers Lisa!"

   She looked at me for a moment and then said, "You're joking right!" but
obviously not quite sure if I was or not.

   "No, no joke," I said, "You sell me your trousers and I'll give you
twice the rack price."

   "Oh I couldn't do that," she replied nervously.

   "Of course you could Lisa.  I get the trousers I want and you make a
good profit - easy as that!"

   Once again she looked confused but I could see the idea was going
through her head.  "Let me get this straight.  I sell you the actual
trousers I am wearing and you give me twice the usual price for them!"

   "That's it!" I said.

   Again she mulled it over and then said, "Okay you're on," and started to
step out of the room.

   "Hold on," I said going for broke, "there's one more condition.  You
take them off here, in front of me."

   The realisation of what I had just said hit her.  She froze just looking
at me.  I could almost hear her brain computing the options; ask me to
leave politely, tell me to get the fuck out of her shop or perhaps, just
perhaps, go for it.  Remove her trousers in front of another woman who was
obviously just as interested in the show of her removing them as she was in
buying them.

   After what seemed like an age she replied in a voice so quiet I could
hardly hear, "Okay, I'll do it."

   She then paused again as if not knowing quite how to start.  She looked
at me and I looked back and smiled to put her at ease.  She then very
slowly and nervously undid the button and unzipped the trousers.  Then she
looked again for approval.

   "That's fine," I said gently, "go on Lisa, now take them off for me."

   She sighed, smiled nervously again and then slowly pulled the trousers
down to her ankles.  She then coyly slipped them over her feet and as she
stood straight again, picked them up and held them in front of herself as
if to cover as much of herself as possible.  Her nervousness turned me on
even more.

   I held out my hand to take the trousers.  Lisa paused yet again so I
lent forward, took hold of the trousers and gradually eased them out of her
hands.  As I did so Lisa pulled her T-shirt down as far as she could to
maintain her modesty but it wasn't long enough.  She stood before me, legs
tightly together, in a pair of black g-sting panties and the T-shirt, which
barely came to her navel.  I could clearly see that, whilst not shaved,
Lisa kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed with barely a whisper visible from
the g-string.  I couldn't wait to see her turn around and to get a look at
her bottom.

   "There, that wasn't so difficult was it." I said in a most friendly
tone.

   "No, I suppose not," She replied and then said innocently, "now what?"

   "Well Lisa, now you can either leave me to try on the trousers, take the
money and let me out or....," I paused.

   "Or what?"

   "Or, you can stay here and help me with underwear," I said.

   "You've got some underwear to try, I see," she said.

   "Yes I have Lisa, but to tell the truth, having seen yours I now know
exactly what I want."

   She obviously realised straight away what I was saying but remained coy,
"You want a g-string like mine."

   "No Lisa," I replied rather more dominantly, "I don't want one like
yours.  I want yours!  Sell me your underwear as well as the trousers."

   This time there was little hesitation.  I think Lisa was by now getting
turned on by the situation and smiling at me, quickly pulled the g-string
off and held it out to me like an obedient schoolgirl.  She then said
without any prompting from me, "Do you want my T-shirt too?"

   "Absolutely Lisa, I want all your clothes off," I said.

   Lisa then pulled the T-shirt over her head and stood before me, totally
naked and totally beautiful.  I was simply dripping with wetness at the
strip show she had provided me.  Without speaking I stood up and stood
right in front of her.  I put my left hand on her shoulder, pulled her
towards me and kissed her full on the lips and at the same time bought my
right hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy.  She bent a little at the
knees and let my hand explore between her legs.  Then she sighed, lent her
head on my shoulder and started to gyrate her hips against my hand.  She
was going to cum and it wasn't going to take her long.  I decided she
deserved an early orgasm and continued to probe and rub her pussy but now
faster and harder and now I spoke to her, "Come on Lisa, cum for me.  Bring
yourself off on my hand Lisa.  You naughty little girl, you want to cum
don't you Lisa, you want to cum on mummy's hand."

   My use of the word `mummy' seemed to really get her going and she
started to pant, almost collapsing away from me as she started to orgasm
against me.  I could feel her juices on my hand and my own running down my
thighs, my own panties having become soaked.  As Lisa finished her orgasm I
gently turned her and helped her down onto the stool in the corner of the
changing room.  She slumped back against the wall, regaining her breath and
started to massage the last throws of orgasm out of her own pussy.

   "God that was good, but I've never done anything with another woman
before.  You want tell anyone will you," she said seeming to get nervous at
the realisation of what we had done.

   "Of course not Lisa.  You were wonderful and I'm glad you enjoyed it but
we needn't finish yet.  What time will you be expected home?"

   She said that she had at least another half-hour before her mother would
expect to see her.

   "So you happy to stay a little longer?" I asked.

   "Oh yes `Mummy'" she replied with a sideways glance and a naughty smile.

   I just loved the fact that she had so quickly picked up on my adopting
the role of `Mummy' when I encouraged her orgasm.  It just seemed so
suitable with our age difference and I personally loved the fantasy of her
being my daughter and me seducing her.

   "Do you want to be a good girl for mummy?"

   "Oh yes, of course I do," she smiled.

   "Then you must do whatever mummy says, is that okay?"

   She didn't answer but gently nodded her approval.

   I laid myself down on the floor of the changing room, which was so small
half of me was out in the shop and probably on view if someone cared to
look closely enough through the locked door of the shop.

   "I want you to suck me Lisa, I want you to lick me, I want to feel your
tongue in my pussy and in my bottom Lisa.  Come here....."

   Lisa dropped to her knees from the stool and knelt between my legs.  She
then lifted my ankles and helped me pull my panties off.  I then spread my
legs as wide as I could and raised my knees.

   "Now Lisa, do it to me now and be dirty!" I begged.

   She was now captivated.  She dropped her head between my legs and
immediately started to lick frantically at my cunt.  I grabbed her head and
pushed her face into my pussy and at the same time bucked my hips so that I
was just about fucking her face.  As my excitement built I pulled her head
away, sat up and then turning over, positioned myself on all fours.  "Lick
my bottom Lisa, I want to feel your tongue in my bottom."

   She seemed hesitant so I shouted, "Do it Lisa!  Put your tongue and
fingers into my bottom.  You want to make `mummy' happy don't you?"

   Again my pretending to be her `mummy' did the trick and she grabbed my
arse cheeks and pulled them open before plunging her tongue into by arse
crack.  She delved with it around my hole and then bought her fingers into
play, pushing one then two into my bottom before starting to fuck me with
them.  Lisa may not have done it with a woman before but she was certainly
not inexperienced.  She knew how to use her fingers, probably from practice
on herself I thought.

   I bought one of my own hands up between my legs and started to finger
fuck my cunt whilst Lisa remained hard at work on my bottom.  Before long,
I too was screaming my way to an outrageous orgasm, "yes, yes, fuck me
Lisa, fuck me hard in my little bottom, go on, fuck me Lisa."

   As soon as I came I turned around and hugged and kissed Lisa.  It was
all so quick and so passionate.  I was in heaven with this pretty little
thing.  I couldn't hold back and decided to go for broke with her.  Still
hugging her, I laid her down and positioned myself on top of her and in a
69 position.  I started to lick and finger her pussy as she did the same to
me.  Then I slowly and deliberately relaxed myself and started to gently
pee.  I didn't know what reaction this would get.

   As soon as Lisa realised what I was doing, her first reaction was to try
and get up.  I hugged her tighter and sped up my probing of her pussy with
my hands and mouth.  If I could get her cumming I knew she would let me
continue to pee and she did just that.  As she started to cum again she
started to talk to me, "Oh yes Mary, oh yes, oh yes," she kept repeating as
my piss ran over her face and onto the floor.  She started to buck her
pussy into my face.

   I had quickly, and fairly quietly, cum again but I don't think Lisa had
noticed.  She was certainly ready herself but before she did, I encouraged
her to her knees and then onto the stool again and then I returned to
laying on the floor in front of her.

   She realised the opportunity to try what I had done and pulled her pussy
lips open.  Then as she rubbed her clit hard and fast she too started to
pee.  At first her stream shot into the air, right over me and against the
changing room curtain but she quickly adjusted her position and directed
the rest of her flow all over my face and breasts.  As her piss subsided
her orgasm began and she now practically ignored me as she bought herself
off, shouting simply, oh mum, oh yes, oh mummy I'm cumming for you."

   We both remained silent as we relaxed.  We had both gone from an
innocent encounter to the most dirty and slutty sex in no more than twenty
minutes and we ere both a little shocked at our behaviour.

   As reality started to dawn Lisa stood and said, Of God, look at the
mess, what will mum say?"

   "Don't worry," I said, "I will help you clean up and all you have to
say, if she notices, is that you spilt a little water here.  She'll never
know the difference because she has no reason to doubt what you say."

   We both started to clean up remaining naked as we did so.  It was an
added treat to she her bending and wiping and cleaning in the nude.  I was
engrossed by her young beauty.  With the cleaning done we started to dress.
She picked up her g-string but I grabbed it from her and said, "I think you
sold me that," with which I promptly put it in my bag as a keepsake.

   "And do you really want my trousers or was that just a ploy to seduce
me?" she asked.

   "Would you mind if I said it was?"

   "No I think I would like that.  The thought of you deciding you were
going to have me even though we were practically strangers is a real turn
on.  To tell the truth I thought you were attractive and hoped I might get
a glimpse of you trying on underwear."

   "But I thought you hadn't done it with another woman before," I said.

   "I haven't, but I often get turned on watching ladies getting undressed
in the changing room.  Sometimes I know they are deliberately letting me
see their pussies and bottoms.  You can tell; and when they do, sometimes I
have to bring myself off in the stockroom."

   "Lisa, what would your mother say," I said in mock surprise.

   "What would she say if she saw what you just did to me.  Believe me, I
know mum, and I know she does the same as me.  I've seen her looking at
clients from time to time and once I even saw her and a lady touching each
other, if you know what I mean."

   "Stop it Lisa," I said, "you're getting me hot gain and both I and you
really must be going home."

   "Will you be calling again Mary?" she asked as we walked towards the
door.

   "Oh, count on it Lisa."

   "Good!" she said, "and if mum's not here will you be my `mummy' again?"

   "Oh yes please," I said, "I would love that, but what if you mother is
here?"

   She looked at me with a devilish grin, "If she is, why don't you try to
get her naked like you did me.  Bet you couldn't do that!"

   "Are you challenging me to seduce your mother Lisa, your naughty girl!"
I said laughing.

   She looked serious for a moment and then looked me straight in the eye
and said quietly and deliberately, "Yes, Mary, I want to see you seduce my
mother, right here in the shop and I'll help you do it."

   I smiled and said, "Okay Lisa, you're on." I then kissed her goodbye at
the door before turning and walking away to go home.."



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   My Wet Neighbour - Part 7.

   I decided not to return to the shop for a few days.  Firstly because I
had by now ordered a large strap-on dildo and two vibrators from an
internet site and I wanted to have the dildo with me when I returned. 
Secondly I wanted Lisa to have plenty of time to think about the challenge
she had thrown down; so when I returned to the shop she would be sure of
what she was doing.

   When I did finally decide to go, I again left it late in the day.  I
wanted Lisa's mother to be able to close the shop, if things went the way I
planned.  I told my husband I was going to the gym with Anne and set off
for the boutique to arrive around 5 o'clock again.

   As I entered, it was Lisa who was in the shop, adjusting and tidying
clothes on the rails.  When she saw me she beamed a huge smile and walking
towards me, took my hand in hers, gave me a little kiss on the cheek and
said, "It's great to see you again Mary."

   "Good to see you again too," I said, "are you still on for some more fun
with me?"

   "Absolutely!" she exclaimed.

   "Is it just you here.  I was hoping that maybe your mother would be here
too," I said.

   "Why?  Are you going to go for my little bet?  Are you going to try and
seduce her."

   "She is here then?" I asked.

   "Yes she's in the back room.  Oh god, this is so exciting!"

   Wait a minute Lisa," I said, "calm down.  Are you really sure about
this? Are you absolutely sure that you want this and more to the point that
your mother might.  If she takes offence all hell could break lose.  Do you
understand?"

   Lisa calmed herself and replied, "yes I understand and believe me mum's
up for this.  I told you I have seen her being very intimate with one or
two customers in the past.  I just know she sometimes gets turned on when
clients play up to her sexually."

   "Okay Lisa," I said, "then you go into the stock room and leave it to
your mother to come and serve m and remember, you've got to be patient. 
I've got to get the situation right but keep an eye out and we will see if
your mum's really into getting it on with a customer.  I'll leave it to you
to make your presence known when you think the moment is right and whether
your tell her about my previous visit.  Just be sure of one thing Lisa, if
we pull this off, I'm not messy around.  If I have my way I'm going to fuck
your mother right in front of you, so are you definitely sure you want this
to happen?  Last chance to back out!"

   Lisa thought for a few seconds, smiled and said simply, "go for it Mary"
before turning and walking into the back of the shop.

   I continued to browse for a few moments and selected a pair of really
skin-tight trousers.  They would be perfect for my plan.  Then I waited a
few minutes more before Lisa's mother came into the sales area.

   "Oh hello again," she said, "aren't you the lady from the other day?"

   "Yes, I couldn't make up my mind then, but decided I must come back. 
You have such lovely clothes here," I said adding, "it's Mary by the way."

   "Glad you like our stuff Mary.  My name's Claire.  Have you seen
anything you like this time?"

   "Well actually I have.  These trousers are just great, do you think I
could try them on?" Before she answered I added, "I know I'm late again and
that you close soon, but I promise not to keep you."

   Claire assured me that the time was not an issue and showed me to the
changing room.  She opened the curtain for me and offered her assistance
should I need it.

   I entered the cubicle and hanging my bag on the peg, sat down on the
corner stool.  The mental images of Lisa and I together in the cubicle a
few days before came flooding back to me and I felt my pussy getting moist.
I was absolutely in the mood for some more of the same and felt certain I
would be able to make Claire a willing partner.  I proceeded to remove the
jeans I was wearing and then struggling with the tightness, hauled myself
into the stretch lycra trousers I had selected.  They were perfect; so
tight that you could see the outline of my pussy lips straining against the
material.

   I called, "Do you have a moment Claire?"

   Within a few seconds she appeared at the curtain and pulling it back
stood in the doorway of the changing room.  "Everything okay?" she asked.

   "I think so," I said, "I think these are really nice but I wanted a
second opinion.  What do you think?"

   Claire looked at me closely and I saw her notice how tight they were
around my crotch and arse, before saying, "I think they look great on you
but you seem just a little unsure is there a problem."

   "To be honest," I said, "I don't like the panty line that shows through
on the backside."

   Claire replied, "What would you normally wear with them, a string?"

   "To tell the truth I wouldn't normally wear any undies with them but I
appreciate I can't try them on like that."

   Claire thought for a moment and said, "Can I be honest with you.  They
are actually an end of line item.  If you don't have them I will probably
move them into `old stock' anyway so if your buying them depends on trying
them without underwear, please feel free, Mary."

   "Are you sure that's okay?"

   "Yes," she said, "no problem."

   I didn't give Claire the chance to walk away before I undid the button,
pulled down the zipper and started to try and get them off.  They were so
tight they would hardly move.  I just couldn't stretch them enough to get
them over my backside and was practically falling over trying to do so.  I
started to laugh at my own predicament and Claire started to giggle with
me.

   "Let me help you," she said, "before you do yourself an injury.  Here,
sit on the stool."

   I fell onto the stool and lent against the cubicle wall as Claire knelt
down in front of me.  As she did so I saw Lisa now watching quietly from
the door of the stock room.  Claire lifted my feet from the floor and
grabbed the bottom of each leg of the trousers.  She then started to pull.
"Lift you bottom then!" she said.

   I did as instructed but not until Claire was pulling hard.  As I lifted
my backside the trousers started to come off and I made sure my panties
would go with them.  Before she realised, the trousers were around the top
of my thighs together with my underwear and Claire was looking me straight
in the pussy.

   "God, I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't see your knickers were coming
too." And then she paused, staring just a little too long at my mound
before looking me in the eye.

   I smiled and said, "Don't worry, they were coming off anyway and I'm
sure you seen enough nudity in your changing room over the years, not to be
embarrassed.  Now if you could just pull them the rest of the way off and
don't worry about my panties."

   Claire resumed pulling at the trousers, which came down my legs and
completely off taking the panties with them.  I was now sat before her with
my pussy fully exposed and with the opportunity to open my legs a little
before she stood up.  I didn't miss the chance and exposed more of myself
to her gaze to see if I would get a reaction.  I did!  Claire looked long
and hard at my crotch before starting to stand.

   "Please don't go yet," I said, "I think I'll need help getting them back
on and will certainly like your opinion."

   I stood up and started to put the trousers back on.  Once upto my thighs
I asked Claire to help pull them the rest of the way.  She stood close to
me.  Close enough that I could feel her body warmth.  She put her hands
into the waistband at the back whilst I pulled at the front.  The felling
of her hands against by buttocks was fantastic and I felt a twinge of
excitement in my pussy.  As the trousers went on Claire stepped back and
sat on the stool herself, in order to see what I looked like.  I pulled up
the zipper and buttoned them up then turned to show her.  I could feel the
material so tight that it was parting my pussy lips and pressing hard
against my clit.  Claire immediately noticed and said they looked just
great on me but then seemed to hesitate.

   "What is it?" I asked, "something not right with them?"

   "Well it just that they look a little tight here." And with that bought
her hand up between my legs, onto the crotch of the trousers and against my
pussy.  "Are they too tight here?" she said and pressed a little harder
with her hand.

   "To be honest Claire, they are wonderfully tight.  I like to feel sexy
when I wear trousers like this."

   She didn't move her hand away, "and do you?  Do you feel sexy in them?"

   "Oh yes," I said, "but that could be your hand of course." I waited for
her reaction to my flirting.

   Again she kept her hand against my crotch and said jokingly, "well I
always try to please my customers in what ever way I can."

   "And just how far will you go to please a customer," I said, looking at
her straight in the eye and with the most lustful expression I could
muster. At the same time I deliberately moved my hips to rub myself against
her hand.

   Claire stood, positioned herself as close to me as she could reasonably
get, still with her hand in place, and whispered, "all the way, if
necessary."

   We both knew at that moment that we had passed the divide.  We had
decided that we were attracted to each other and where going to act upon
it.

   I lent forward, kissed her gently and said quietly, "all the way would
be just fine by me." As I said it I looked over her shoulder to see Lisa
still peering at us from the stock room door and I smiled knowingly at her
before saying to Claire, "what about your daughter?"

   She seemed to suddenly remember where we were and said, "Oh yes!,
Umm..."

   I stopped her talking and pulling the curtain closed on the cubicle
said, "lets just do it quietly.  She'll never even know and think how sexy
it will be, with the risk of being caught."

   By this time we were both committed and she kissed me deeply and started
to rub her hand harder against my crotch saying, "okay Mary, lets do it,
but please keep quiet as possible."

   "Of course," I whispered, knowing full well that Lisa knew the game was
on and that she would no doubt be opening the curtain a little to keep a
view of proceedings.  I made sure Claire's back remained towards the
curtain to make things easier for Lisa and started to respond to Claire's
attentions.  I rubbed my crotch hard against her hand and bought my hands
up to her breasts.  She felt gorgeous; firm and much larger than they
appeared when you looked at her.

   For her part Claire continued to rub my crotch and nestling her head on
my shoulder whispered to me in the most submissive tone, "what do you want
me to do?"

   I really liked the fact that she was happy for me to lead and replied to
her forcefully, "first pass me my bag."

   She turned, grabbed my bag and passed it to me.  I opened it, reached in
and drew out the strap-on dildo I had recently purchased.

   "Good God!" she exclaimed, "why have you got that?"

   "Why do you think Claire.  To fuck you with of course," I said.

   Before she did so she said, "Are you saying you came here intending to
make a pass at me?  How did you know...?"

   She stopped in mid-sentence realising that that was exactly what I had
intended.  Her next remark would confirm whether she was going to accept
the situation and I was so greatly pleased when she continued her previous
offer, "so, what do you want me to do?"

   "Kneel down on your hands and knees," I said.

   Claire kissed me once more and then slowly sank to her knees, turned
away from me and lent forward onto her hands.  There she remained,
obediently waiting for me to act.

   I took off my top and bra before pulling the trousers off again.  Then I
stepped into the dildo straps and lubricated the end with spit before
kneeling behind this beautiful woman.  Once in position I lifted her skirt
up over her bottom and then roughly pulled her knickers to one side to
expose her pussy.  She sighed loudly and bought her hand up between her
legs to rub herself briefly.

   "Don't forget Claire, you had better keep quiet or your daughter will
her you and I'm sure you wouldn't want her to know that you're no more than
a common slut, offering yourself to me right under her nose."

   "Sorry Mary, I promise I will be quiet but please fuck me, get on and
fuck me, please." She begged, "I want you to do me so bad.  I want to be
fucked, I haven't had it for so long."

   I didn't need to be asked anymore and positioning the head of the dildo
against her lips, I sunk into her.  She yelped with delight before
realising her noise and raised one hand to her mouth in an attempt to mask
the noise.  For myself I bought both my hands down underneath her and
started to massage her tits as I fucked her as hard as I could with the
dildo.  I was determined to make her scream out as mush as she wanted to
stay quiet.

   As I lent forward onto her back I whispered into her ear, "Come on
Claire, fuck like the dirty bitch you are.  Fuck against my cock Claire,
ride it, ride my cock hard." As I spoke I fucked her faster and faster.  So
fast that I was almost breathless but it was having the effect.

   Claire was losing her control and having dropped from resting on her
hands to resting on her elbows she started to pant, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck
me, please god fuck me with your cock Mary!  Please make me cum, please."

   This was Lisa's queue.  I knew she must have been watching as best she
could threw the side of the curtain and she now realise that her mother had
reached the point of no return.  Lisa threw back the curtain in mock
surprise and shouted, "For Christ sake!  What's going on?"

   Claire was mortified but too far gone to stop.  She looked up at Lisa at
the same time as continuing to push herself hard onto my `cock'.  "Sorry,
god I'm so sorry Lisa, I couldn't help it, please forgive me Lisa, please
forgive me, god I'm sorry, god I'm so sorry Lisa...".  As she spoke she
still fucked the dildo as hard as she could almost as if determined to
reach her orgasm so that she could bring a halt to the situation.

   Lisa smiled at me, a lustful, wanton smile of satisfaction at the sight
before her.  "Don't worry Mum, I know how good it feels.  I know how good
Mary is!"

   By this time Claire's orgasm had peaked and as she started to calm down
reality dawned, "what...what do you mean...you know Mary?"

   "Sure Mum I know Mary from her last visit.  She had me too and the I
challenged her to see if she could do the same to you."

   "No, no Lisa, you can't have set me up." She pleaded.

   "Sure mum.  I've seen how you get turned on my some of the customers.  I
even saw you feeling one up once and I just got so turned on I wanted to
see you go further.  I wanted to see just how far you would take it with a
stranger.  And now look at you mum, kneeling on the floor, a dildo up your
cunt, just begging to be fucked my a woman you only just met and all in
front of your dear little daughter.  Mum, you were excellent!"

   With that Lisa dropped her jeans to the floor, pulled her knickers down
and sat on the floor in front of her mother's face.  Claire tried to get up
a little but I, still with my dildo inside her, lent on her back and held
her in position.

   "Now I want you to lick me mum," said Lisa, "I want us all to have some
more fun together."

   As she said this, I started to push the dildo in and out of Claire again
and she started to instantly respond.  Lisa pushed her hips forward so that
her pussy was right in her mothers face and Claire, for her part, reached
with her hands to Lisa's pussy lips, parted them and plunged her tongue
deep into her daughter's cunt.  The she started to lick and suck
frantically as we also started to moan in excitement.

   "Do you like this Claire, do you like to be fucked in front of Lisa?" I
asked.

   "Oh yes!" she said.

   "Yes what bitch?" I shouted.

   "Yes please.  Yes please Mary, I liked to be fucked."

   Lisa was now beginning to get very excited and was humping her mother's
face with her cunt.  "Fuck her Mary, fuck mummy hard, make her cum Mary."

   I started once again to plunge the dildo into Claire as deep as I could.

   "Fuck her arse Mary, fuck her arse," Lisa cried out.

   "No, no not my arse, please," said Claire looking at Lisa.

   Lisa looked back at her, then at me and quite deliberately instructed
me, "fuck her in the arse Mary!"

   It was an order and I was glad to oblige.  I pulled the dildo out of
Mary and spiting on it again placed it against Claire's arsehole.

   "Do it Mary, fuck her in the arse!" Lisa said.

   "No please," said Claire but very half-heartedly, as though she thought
it only proper to object to such a thing.

   I pushed the dildo against her arse and then it sank in, slowly but
surely.

   "Oh God!" Claire cried out as the dildo sank home.

   "Yes, yes, do it to her Mary," encouraged Lisa, "Make her cum again."
She said as she pulled back a foot or so from her mother's face and bought
her hands down onto her own pussy to start frantically masturbating to the
scene before her.

   I continued to fuck Claire's arse when Lisa spoke again, "are you
enjoying it mum?  Do you want to see something else that Mary does.?"

   She didn't give Claire a chance to reply.  She looked at me and I knew
what she meant.  I pulled the dildo out of Claire and standing up dropped
it to the floor.  Both Lisa and I then started to pee.  I onto Claire's
arse and back and Lisa into her face and hair.  She was obviously shocked
but didn't object.  The dirtiness of what we were doing together bought
Claire over the edge and she thrust a hand between her legs and started to
grab at her pussy, to bring herself off.

   As she came she rolled into a sitting position and grabbing my leg
moaned, "Thank you, thank you Mary." Then, having regained some composure,
she turned to Lisa and said, "now your turn!" She grabbed the dildo from
the floor and instructed her daughter to lean over the stool.  Claire
instantly obliged her mother and positioned herself ready to receive the
large plastic cock.

   Claire didn't bother to put it on, but rather just thrust it into Lisa'
cunt with her hand and then with both hands started to fuck her with it. 
This time it was Lisa's turn to cum which she did after only a minute or
two.

   We all sat on the floor looking at each other and not quite knowing what
to say as the lust between us subsided.  I broke the silence by saying, "so
what about me.  I haven't cum yet."

   Claire and Lisa looked at each other, smiled and then looked at me. 
Claire spoke, "oh we haven't forgotten you!  Lisa lock the door!  Mary call
your husband and tell him you won't be home for a while."

   I knew it was my turn to be used and gave myself willingly to these two
beautiful sexy women.  As I sank back to the floor in anticipation of what
I was about to receive I thought how far I had come in the two weeks since
I had first seen Anne peeing herself at her doorway.

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   My Wet Neighbour - Part 8.

   A couple of days latter, I was sitting at my kitchen table pondering on
where my recent sexual adventures had taken me.  From my accidental
catching of Anne wetting herself, having sex with her, being introduced to
Mrs Kent, my seduction of Lisa and her mother and not least, having my son
masturbate to order, in front of Anne and myself.

   It was that event in particular that my mind had kept wandering back to
at various times every single day since it had happened.  I knew it was
dangerous but it kept nagging at my mind and the more it nagged the more I
realised I was going to have to do something about it.  Did I want to see
Frank jerk off again, did I want to let him touch me?  Should and I would I
go further; perhaps let him know about my new-found interest in peeing?  I
just didn't know what to do.

   The events of the next two hours were to answer all these questions for
me.

   As I sat thinking about these things my mind ran riot with lustful
thoughts and my body responded.  As was becoming oh so common place for me
of late, I threw caution to the wind and started to masturbate there in the
kitchen.  My husband was at work and Frank was somewhere around the house.
Normally I would check where, before `enjoying myself, but on this occasion
I didn't care.  Maybe I wanted to take the risk maybe, sub-consciously; I
wanted him to catch me.  In retrospect I think that was true.

   Anyway, there I was, hot as hell and I intended to relieve myself.  I
remained seated, opened my robe and dropped my right hand under the table
to my pussy.  I parted my lips, insert two fingers into myself and placing
my thumb against my clitoris started to frig myself, slowly and gently.  As
I did so I let my mind wander to Anne and to the day when she and I
colluded into getting Frank to masturbate in front of us.  I could see so
clearly the image of him standing before us, just before he started to cum,
looking at Anne openly masturbating her naked pussy and me rubbing myself
through my clothing.  Then I recalled his final few pumps of his dick
before he shot his spunk onto my shoulder and chin.

   I held this final image in my mind as I sped up my frigging and started
to feel the first throws of a building orgasm.  As it built I bought my
left hand to my breasts and started to pinch and squeeze my nipples.  I
started to feel my wetness leaking out onto the kitchen chair and dipping
into it with my left hand, bought it back onto my breasts and covered them
with my pussy juice.

   By this time I had no thought for Frank's where-abouts.  I was in a
world of my own and enjoying every minute of it.  My orgasm was building
quickly and all I could do was rub, squeeze and pinch myself as hard and as
fast as I could.  As I started to cum, my legs stiffened and I half stood
from the chair and lent down onto the tabletop.  As I did so I tugged my
housecoat up over my waist to expose my backside to the attentions of my
free hand.  I massaged my arse cheeks and anus with one hand whilst
finishing myself off with the other and as my orgasm peaked I cried out in
lust, with wetness running down my thighs.  As I finished I slumped back
into the chair, smiled and quietly congratulated myself on how wanton and
lustful my sexual nature had become.  I had lost so much social inhibition.
No longer did I feel guilty, or constrained by the thoughts of rudeness; If
I wanted to bring myself off in the kitchen then that's what I did.  It was
exciting, it was my body in my time and I was free to enjoy myself.  In
short, I was having fun!

   I can't pretend I was slightly concerned or at least aware of Frank
being in the house.  I was, but strangely I felt the urge to go further. 
It was the very potential of being caught that was adding to my excitement
that day.  I was determined to do just what pleased me.  I thought to
myself, what would I do right now if I knew I was alone.  I knew exactly
what I would do!

   I stood and walked to the sink area.  As described before the sink was
directly opposite the door so if Frank were to walk in there would be no
chance to cover myself.  This was exactly what I wanted.  The maximum risk
gave the maximum thrill.  Now standing at the sink I didn't just open my
robe, I dropped it to the floor.  I was totally naked and my whole body
tightened as a thrill ran through it like a wave.  I felt so exposed, so
sooo naughty.

   Then I lent forward to the drainer and picked up a large wooden serving
spoon.  Bending over the sink, I spread my legs, pulled my buttocks open
and started to gently push the spoon handle into my arse: Not too quickly
and not too deep.  Just enough to imagine it was a lover fucking my arse
for the first time.  Not sure exactly what he was doing and not wanting to
hurt me.  Next I bought a hand to my pussy and started to rub myself again.
I was in fantasy heaven.

   Now relaxing into my fantasy I relaxed myself as much as possible and
urged myself to start peeing.  In a matter of seconds my pee started to
flow, slowly at first and then heavier as I relaxed more.  It ran through
my fingers, sprayed against my pubic hair and ran down my legs onto the
floor and around my feet.  I rubbed myself faster and felt just a small
gently second orgasm flood through me.  A second in ten minutes was
pleasing.  It didn't have to be huge.  A small, quiet cumming was just
right for my mood.  I didn't shout, or scream, I just murmured like a
contented cat.

   I suppose at this point a little reality came back to me.  I was feeling
more satisfied and the high lust was subsiding.  I had risked being caught
but had got away with it.  Now it was time to clear up and get on with the
day.  Just one more risk I thought.  I would clean up my pee whilst
remaining naked.  Once the floor was clean, I would allow myself to put my
robe back on.  I grabbed a handful of kitchen paper towel and started to
wipe the floor.

   Just as I was finishing the task and preparing to cover my nudity, the
ultimate reality kicked in!  Frank came wandering into the kitchen.  He was
three paces into the room before he saw me crouched down by the sink wiping
the floor.  I instinctively stood upright and covered my crotch and tits
with my hands.

   There was a silence that seemed like eternity before Frank spoke,
"Christ!, sorry Mum, I didn't realise..."

   I cut in, "No, sorry Frank, I forgot you were in..." I lied and then
trailed off too, not really knowing what to say or do next.  I thought
Frank would turn and run but not so.  Coolly he stood there and asked with
some tone of surprise, "Do you always do your housework in the nude mum?"

   I felt strangely and unexpectedly relaxed as I responded, "Yes,
sometimes but only when I'm alone.  Now are you going to leave the room and
let me cover myself?"

   Again Frank didn't go.  He took a moment to think and then said, "Well
don't mind me mum, if you want to go ahead and finish off be my guest!"

   "Frank!" I exclaimed, "I'm not going to carry on in front of you."

   "Why not?  Are you embarrassed?" he asked.

   I realised I had to regain control of the situation, "No I'm not
embarrassed, but you should be!" I said looking directly at the obvious
bulge now growing in his shorts.

   Frank looked down as his dick tented further against his shorts and
then, with perfect timing, sprang out of the fly opening.  He made no
attempt to cover himself.

   Proudly he said, "That's the effect you have on me mum.  Ever since that
day at Anne's all I can think of is you and her.  I've been jerking off
three times a day just thinking about what happened.  I just can't help
it."

   I relaxed my guard a little and dropped my hand from my breasts but kept
covering my pussy, "I'm sorry Frank.  That day at Anne's probably shouldn't
have happened and I don't want to know about your masturbation habits."

   "Probably shouldn't have happened...?" he asked.

   "Well almost certainly, it shouldn't have happened."

   "So you regret it?" he continued.

   I dithered a moment realising he was pushing me, and responded, "No,
erh...no I don't regret it exactly but I don't want it to cause problems
between us.  It just happened, we can't go back, so best just forget it."

   "But I can't forget it mum.  Like I said it's constantly on my mind. 
I've been on heat ever since." He said, "can't we do it again?  Please mum!

   I knew this was it.  A crunch moment.  After a long pause I replied,
"Frank, I'm sorry if my and Anne's actions have caused you so much
frustration.  I suppose, if that's the case, then I owe you an apology
which I am prepared to make `in kind'.  If you want to do it again that
much then you may jerk off again now, in front of me.  Is that what you
want?"

   "Oh god, yes mum!" he said, "but can I erh...can I..."

   "Can you what?"

   He hesitated, "Can I cum on you again mum?"

   I smiled, "Frank, you dirty little boy!  That's what turned you on
wasn't it?  Not just masturbating in front of Anne and I but the fact that
you came on me."

   By this time I was getting turned on again myself and had dropped my
other hand to reveal my total nudity to Frank.  As he saw my pussy exposed
his prick jumped.

   "Okay," I said, "just this once you can cum on me again.  Stand in front
of me so I can see you jerking and when you are ready, you may cum onto me
but only if you can shoot far enough!  You must stand at least three feet
from me.  Understood?  That should challenge you to perform well."

   Frank didn't need to say anything else, he grabbed his shorts and
dropped them to the floor, then wrapping his hand round his cock he took a
few steps forward, stood in front of me and immediately started to jerk
himself.  I was trying to be cool.  What a stupid idea!  The very thought
of remaining or even appearing cool when my son was openly masturbating in
front of me and trying his best to spray me with his spunk was ridiculous.
I let my emotions go and started to lightly rub my pussy in front of him.
This caused Frank to groan in excitement and I could see he was about to
cum.  He had only being touching himself for a minute or so but was
obviously so turned on he wasn't going to wait.

   He took another step forward and shouted, "Mum!  Oh mum, I'm cumming."
His first burst shot between us and landed on my tummy.  Before he had a
moment to spurt again I cupped my hands and held them in front of him. 
Obviously realising what I had in mind, he directed his cock into my hands
and pumped the rest of his cum into them.  Then he subsided.

   As he did so we both stood staring at each other.  It was surreal.  He,
dripping with cum in front of his naked mother.  Me eagerly cupping his cum
in my hands and not really sure what to do with it.  Then I realised what I
wanted.  Frank had had his request now I would please myself.  Before he
had time to say anything I turned around to face the sink once more, bent
over, bought my hands behind my back and proceeded to rub his spunk all
over my arse cheeks.  Then I looked back over my shoulder at him and said,
"Now its my turn Frank.  You got what you wanted.  Now me!"

   "What do you want me to do mum?" he said meekly and submissively, which
I liked.

   "I want you to fuck me Frank.  I want you to fuck your mummy!" I purred.

   Frank was so excited that his erection, which hadn't had time to
subside, now started to fully harden again as he realised what he was being
asked to do.  As he approached me from behind his dick bounced up and down
throwing trails of spunk into the air and onto the floor.  I looked forward
and waited for him.  As I felt him position his penis against my pussy I
suddenly said, "No Frank!"

   He stopped and looked so disappointed but I continued.

   "Not my pussy Frank.  You can't have my pussy.  That's for your father
only." In some way this seemed to make what I was doing all right in my
mind.  Totally illogical I know but that's just how I felt.

   "But mum, I must have you," he begged in frustration.

   "Oh you can fuck me Frank but not my pussy." I said.

   I could see him immediately realise what I was suggesting and awaited
his response, which was almost instant.  He stepped tight up behind me,
pushed my head forward and placed his dick head against my arse."

   "Are you sure mum?"

   "Oh yes Frank, I'm sure.  Fuck my arse.  Please fuck mummy's bottom."

   I felt Frank lean his weight against my backside and the tip of his
penis sunk into my bottom.  Then he paused for a second and started to push
it slowly but steadily into me.  The feeling was gloriously dirty.  My own
son fucking me in the arse.  Once fully in he started to pull in and out."

   "Faster," I begged, "Fuck me fast Frank."

   He didn't need to be told again and started to really fuck me hard and
rough and started to swear at me in the dirtiest terms, "I'm going fuck you
hard mum.  I going to pump you in the arse you dirty slut."

   Even having only cum some five or so minutes ago, Frank was going to cum
again quickly.  I could feel it in his motion and I wanted desperately to
cum at the same time.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings
his fucking was giving me.  I started to pant and shake as my third orgasm
of the day ripped through me.  Perfectly, as I peaked Frank started to buck
in a different rhythm.  A rhythm that announced his imminent orgasm and
then I felt his cock burst forth inside my arse and the warm rush of spunk
inside me.  He continued fucking me until every last drop was spent and
then pulled out gently.

   I stood up, turned around and hugged him tightly.

   "Thank you," I said gently, "Thank you Frank."

   "Thank you," he said, "that was fantastic."

   "Have you ever fucked a girl in the bottom before?" I asked.

   "No!  I've thought of it but never had the nerve to ask any of my girl
friends."

   "Well Frank now you won't have to.  I'm going to be your arse slut
Frank. Whenever you want to fuck me you can.  But only my bottom Frank. 
Only your father can have my pussy.  Understood?"

   "God yes mum!" I can't wait, "Do you really mean it?"

   "Yes I mean it and I mean Whenever you want.  Whatever I am doing,
whatever the time of day you can have me.  That will be the fun of it.  I
don't want you to ask.  Just take me.  If I'm in the kitchen, or cleaning
the lounge or even in the garden, as long as we are private, I want you to
just bend me over and fuck me.  You and me are going to have such fun and
in time I might even introduce you to other sexual habits of mine.  Would
you like that?"

   "Oh god yes mum!" he said, "I can't believe this.  This is so great."

   I put my hand to his mouth to quiet him and said gently, "Now go and get
cleaned up and dressed Frank.  Our adventures are only just beginning",
before I softly kissed him on the forehead and walked out of the room
myself.

   I knew at that moment that I had crossed a boundary into a totally new
sexual realm and one that I was looking forward to enjoying.

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