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New Neighbours (MF, couples)
from The THC Adult Text Archive
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About a year ago, my wife, Ann, and I decided that it was
about time we left the urban hustle and the fast paced life of the
city for a more serene, quieter atmosphere of a small country town.
We sold our house and bought an old farmhouse on the outskirts of
a small hamlet. The town's folks all seemed friendly, and we
noticed that quite a few couples in the neighborhood were our
age, seeking the same solice of country living and escaping the
crowded city as we were. We had no sooner pulled our moving truck
into the laneway, when a group of neighbors came over and intoduced
themselves and offered their services to help us unload the truck.
After we had finished the bulk of the work, and were nurturing a
few well deserved beers, we were invited to a small get together,
get to know the neighbors party, on Saturday night. Ann and I
thought this was a wonderful way to get to know the people we would
be living beside, and fit into the community.
All day Saturday, Ann seemed to be getting more and more
nervous about the party, wondering aloud to me "what if we don't
fit in", "what if they don't like us" "what should we wear" and a
lot of other petty details. She prepared some food, while I
decided that I would bring a bottle of ten year old scotch,
figuring that if I found the party boring, at least I could get
drunk.
We arrived at the party about eight o'clock and were greeted
at the door by Mary, a well-endowed brunette in her late twenties,
who said she was the designated key holder for the evening, which
I assumed was to prevent drunk drivers. The party was rocking and
everybody seemed to be having a great time.
We were hospitably recieved and seemed to get along well with
everyone and we seemed to fit in well to the social atmosphere.
Ann went off with a couple of the women into the kitchen, while I
spent alot of time talking to Mary and her husband, while
consumming a good deal of scotch whiskey. About ten o'clock,
Mary turned the music off, and made an annoucement about a game
they play every weekend. This was just a game, she directed at Ann
and myself, and since we were new we didn't have to take part. The
women lined up infront of her and selected a set of keys from a
hat, whoever owned the keys was to be her slave for the night.
Ann, wanting so much to fit in to this tightly knit community,
took her place in the line. When all the keys were selected the
women held them out, and the owners would identify them. My wife
drew the keys of a tall, well built guy called Sam, Mary drew my
keys, and everyone else paired off. A few minutes later, everyone
quickly departed to their respective houses, and my wife just sort
of shrugged as she left with Sam for our house. All of a
suddent, it seemed Mary and I were alone.
She said that she told us we didn't have to participate, but
since we did, I was her slave for the evening. She ordered me to
strip off my clothes, to allow her to see exactly what she had won.
I was hesitant at first, but she warned me of punishments she had
in store if I didn't cooperate, and she reminded me that my wife
was probobly doing the same thing to Sam about now.
As I undressed, she taunted me with Sam, saying she drew him last
week and he is hung like a horse with a 10 inch cock. When I
undressed completly she moved forward to examine my body in detail.
She snapped a fingernail onto the head of my penis, which sent a
sharp pain that nearly doubled me over. She then ordered me up to
the bedroom, where she would tell me the rules of the game.
She undressed and lay on the bed and ordered me to eat her brunette
pussy while she gave me a run-down of the rules to the game:
Rule number 1. Everything sexual is to be clean and safe. The
use of a condom for intercourse is mandatory.
Rule number 2. Spouses are to reveal nothing of the night's
escapades to each other, or anbody else for that matter.
Rule number 3. S&M may be practiced, as long as nobody is
hurt, as long as it leaves no marks, and is just in fun for both
parties.
Rule number 4. The males are to be submissive to all the
females demands, and must do their very best to please
Rule number 5. When a member of the group meets another
member, during the course of everyday life, not a word or even a
gesture shall indicate the nature of the game.
Rule number 6. Everybody is to be home in their resected
homes by seven oclock in the morning.
And with that she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it hard
into her crotch and said "alright slave we are going to have some
fun!" She made me lick her wet pussy, opening it wide so I could
tounge her little clit. She told me to lick her asshole and see
how far I could stick my tounge in. Her hips were rocking back and
forth and every now and then she would lunge her pelvis forward
onto my mouth. She started to come, as I lightly bit down on
her clit and increased the motions of my toungue. She came with
such force and it lasted for such a long time, covering my entire
face with her love juices.
She then ordered me masturbate, while she took polaroid pictures,
and we fucked like wild animals for the rest of the night.
When I arrived home, my wife seemed very excited about her
night's escapades, but she refused to talk about it. We made love
at first sight and she seemed wetter than ever. She seemed really
excited about future endeavours with our new found friends, and
really looked forward to next Saturday evening.
Well, over the last few months I have been dominated by a wide
assortment of women, and my wife has played the dominancy game with
the same wide variety of men, yet she still hasn't told me a thing.
We still look forward to our Saturday nights, and last Saturday my
wife drew my keys, giving me an indication of what the others went
through with my wife.