A few years back i caught my neighbour watching me jerking off in front of my bathroom mirror from her upstairs window. I did not stop, and we stared at each other until i finished on the tiles. Obviously i never mentioned this to my wife, and future interactions with the neighbour remained as polite waves and hellos from the driveway.
Our street does a little party for Halloween every year where the adults basically hang out on our lawns mingling and drinking while the kiddos get hopped up on sugary treats. My wife and i were crushing a bottle of wine in the back of my ute when the neighbour husband, Mike, appeared. We had never really spoken to them much before, but i had once helped Mike change his car battery and alternator in his driveway when they first bought the place, since he clearly didnt know what he was doing. I didnt have the heart to tell him we needn't change the battery since he had already bought it. He seemed nice enough
We chatted away while drinking for Halloween, but Mike definately became subtly flirty with my wife at some point. I have to admit to feeling a bit...insecure? I was a little relieved that my wife was clearly not receptive, and moved herself to a position with me between them. He backed right off and went back to friendly neighbourly chat. His wife Georgia appeared a while later, and i was immediately anxious. Had she told him about me wanking for her?? Would she out me in front of my wife?
Where her husbands flirting was lowkey, hers...was NOT! She stood close to me, constantly running her hand through her thick, dark curls. Adjusting her short black dress back down her thick thighs, but then immediatly standing in a way that would cause it to ride back up. She continually brushed up against me and would briefly touch my knee with a laugh anytime i said something even remotely funny.
This did not go unnoticed, and my wifes eyes were like fucking daggers. Like my wife, I rejected the these advances politely but firmly, and moved myself out of her space.
The evening came to an end and we said our goodbyes, heading back inside to put the kids to bed. I could almost see the dark cloud brewing over my wife, and no sooner than the kids were tucked in:
*what are you playing at with that fucking slut?* she demanded, poking her finger into my chest.
*oh bullshit* i protested *as if you didnt notice his huge biceps while he fired non-stop compliments at you.*
We argued until she stormed off to bed, and i continued drinking on the sofa. It wasn't long before she reappeared in the bedroom doorway and demanded that i come to bed.
Shes normally fairly submissive in bed - i dominate the pace and positions. But not this time. She rode me, wailing like a banshee. Shes always been very vocal during sex, but buries her face in the pillow to muffle the sound. She clearly wanted to be heard - you could probably hear her a block away.
Theres no further discussion of it over the weekend, or through the work week, and im certainly not bringing it up.
So last week i get home from work friday to find a case of our favourite wine on the porch with a note:
*Hey! We noticed you buy this often so we hope you enjoy. We are having a pool party from 5pm to late. No pressure, but feel free to join us if youre free*. Its already after 5pm and i notice theres no cars out front, nor are there people arriving. I sneak a look over the fence in a concealed spot and the two of them are already in the pool drinking. I cant be certain from the limited view, but i am 90% sure they are nude.
I wont lie: there was some excitement bubbling inside me. I hatched a plan. I text my sister asking if she could take the kids tonight. She approved so i text my wife: *Sis wants to take the kids for a sleepover. Maybe date night for us?* thumbs up from the wife! I get the kids sorted and drop them at my sisters.
I book a table out our favourite restaurant as a backup plan. Wife gets home at 630, sees the wine and reads the note.
*oh wow thats lovely of them!* as she reads the note. *A pool party though? Theres no cars out front?*
*mmm* i play dumb. *I peeked over the fence and theyre drinking in the pool but nobody else there. Anyway, table booked for 730 so you should get ready*
*naww but i feel bad for them if nobody showed! Maybe we should go over?*
I act hesitant. Its not like my wife has ever done anything my way in our entire marrage anyway: *its our night babe, we should go to dinner. Im sure their guests will turn up*
*Nope. Get your swimmers on we are going next door*
Married men, you know the feeling you have when you manipulate your wife into doing what you want while making her think it was her idea? Thats how i feel at that moment.
So i throw on some boardshorts and my wife appears in her most revealing bikini - the one she only **ever** wears at home in our pool. We grab some wine and a box of chocolates left over from Halloween, and head next door.
I call out from their side gate. *Gates open. Come through to the back* he calls back. As we enter the yard, my wife hesitates and squeezes my hand as we both take in the scene. She is sitting on the edge of the pool smoking a cigarette, fully nude. Shes not as pretty as my wife, but shes still a god damned fox. Shes thick and curvy, with olive skin and dark curly hair flowing over her shoulders.
*shit* i whisper. *should we leave? I can make an excuse if you want to leave*
*Bit weird if we leave right away. Just go with it* she whispers back. We smile and greet them as if nothing is off and we are totally cool with casual nudity. He stands on the step to greet us, and unsurprisingly is also naked.
The guy is fucking shredded, and my wife inhales sharply as the water runs off his sculpted torso emerging from the water. Im quietly releived that hes not hung - not small, but at least I know my spongy dad bod has some small advantage.
He senses our trepidation: *sorry, if this is uncomfortable, we dont mind covering up?* he asks.
*Not at all* my wife insists. *its how we swim when the kids are asleep and we have had a few drinks* she chuckles awkwardly.
*oh yeah..we know* Georgia says sheepishly. *we can see your pool from upstairs*
*oh shit!* my wife blushes. *we always check the lights are off up there first*, my wife gushes, embarressed. *We know that too* Georgia fires back, her dark brown eyes devious.
I secretly hope my wife will undress before entering the pool, but she slips into the pool in her bikini. I empty my pockets and follow suit.
I had brought a fat joint over which i hold up with a grin: *can we smoke?* i ask hopefully as i enter the pool.
*oohhh yes please!* Georgia squeels, paddling towards me as i light it up. I hold it out for her to take: *my hands are wet!* she says as a matter of fact, and puckers her lips becoking me to place it between them for a drag. She takes a deep pull and blows the thick smoke back in my face, her hands gripping my thighs under the water. I glance at my wife as i pass the joint to her. Shes hard to read, and she wiggles her body closer to me under the water, but i can sense some element of excitement in her.
We drink, we smoke, and we chat. There is laughter and fun, but its not particularly flirty or naughty. I can tell my wife is happy, and at ease.
We are drunk and stoned before long, and we get to an awkward silence. I decide to take a chance. *well this is just too fucking weird really* i exclaim. I slide off my board shorts under the water and toss them out of the pool. Mike and Georgia squeel and cheer, and we all look to my wife. She hesitates, blushing, but i know my wife well after almost twenty years as she looks at me for approval which i nod imperceptibly. She stands in the waist deep water and peels off her bikini top, then produces the bottoms from under the water.
We continue to drink and chat. Theres lots of laughter and everybody is relaxed and happy. I almost forget that we are all naked and i think that my wife feels the same way. It did seem like Mike had been gradually inching along the step towards my wife, and his muscled arm rested along the pebbled edge of the pool was now behind her neck.
Georgia lit another cigarette. *Id kill for a smoke. I left mine at home* i admit as i look to Georgia hopefully. *last one, but ill share it with you* she grinned as she waded back towards me lighting the smoke. She immediately sat on my lap under the water and wrapped my right arm around her waist, holding the cigarette behind her for me to take between my lips.
My wife is close beside me, her hand squeesing left under the water. I constantly look to her for reassurance. Shes breathing heavilly as mikes fingers are now gently stroking the nape of her neck.
*are we all feeling comfortable and ok?* Mike asks, his voice stern and serious. Nobody answers. He stands slowly but deliberately in the water in front of my wife and effortlessly lifts her from the water and places her sitting on the edge of the pool. *is this ok??* he asks again, this time louder and more directly to her. *yes...* she mumbles shakilly, parting her thighs noticably.
I am shaking with excitement. We have never done or even discussed anything like this before. My arm squeezes Georgia tighter into my lap as Mike buries his face between my wifes quivering thighs. She gasps as his tounge goes to work on her, her arms outstretched behind her holding her heaving body up, palms pressed into the soft grass. She watches the top of his head undulating between her legs, frequently looking to me. Georgias body is squirming against mine, her ass and thigh grinding against my hard cock under the water. She spins rapidly and kisses me deeply with urgency. I take it in, but pull away to look up to my wife who is staring at me, breathing heavilly, mouth wide. Georgias lips delve into my neck, sucking and biting. Its not long before her hands slide up into my armpits, beckoning me to get out of the water. I sit up on the edge next to my wife and Georgia immediately takes my cock in her hand and guides it into her mouth. Her head bobs up and down in a rythmic motion. I take my wife's hand in mine again and she squeezes back.
*I want to taste her* Georgia looks up to me, her eyes wide with hope. Mikes head emerges to look to his wife. *well thats a new development* he grins. *I want her!* Georgia begs him. He slides back away from my wife and Georgia moves in without hesitation.
To be continued...