Extending an Invitation to the Neighbors
My spouse and I have a hidden truth: we live in a lifestyle that's almost always clothing-optional. My wife is usually naked or just wearing her underwear, but she could also be in sweats if that's what she desires. I appreciate clothes, but it's more likely you'll find me bare as well. This isn't a problem for her - she prefers me being naked, and asks me to take off my clothes frequently. We enjoy playing around with CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male) scenarios. But one afternoon while we were relaxing on the couch, she posed an unexpected question.
"Honey, how extreme do you think our exhibitionist tendencies are? Would you find it arousing to have someone watch us, or...us?" she asked, wearing a short dress that allowed her breasts to swing freely while I was fully nude.
I was intrigued by this query and it even crossed my mind once or twice. We've got a fantastic partner who still amazes me with her sexuality, and I often come home and ask her to remove her clothing (which she graciously does). We enjoy our CFNM games (note, she adores me being naked as much as possible). However, this question was out of nowhere.
"Odd queries, darling. What's on your mind?"
"Well," she responded, "you're aware of our connection with Sheila. Right after we moved in, the house next door went up for sale and Sheila and Kevin moved in. All are the same age and we're professional peers. The fact that Sheila's a well-endowed redhead was just an added perk. Two years later, Kevin had a heart attack in the driveway. He was in great shape, but it was a freak incident. Sheila was devastated. Fast forward a few years and in wedding bells for Sheila and Peter. But a few years into their marriage, Peter had heart issues which were repaired on time. However, the operation went wrong, and he passed away. Sheila was heartbroken and stayed with us for a couple of weeks as she didn't want to live alone. She's back to her flirty self, single and still a tremendous sex talker. She's openly mentioned several times her liking for sitting in on or joining our naked activities - whether it's just chilling out or during our special nights. While she hasn't pushed it too far, there's no question: she's interested."
"Yes, I know," she stated. "I still can't believe you told her everything."
"Well," Jen proceeded, "she's been dropping by to catch a glimpse of us and, though she's joking, she's not had sex in a long time. Maybe she would like to witness some shows."
I was intrigued by the idea. We'd indulged in such activities long ago, in her apartment during our grad school years, but that was a long time ago. I considered how seriously she was about it.
"Seriously, she would watch us?"
"Perhaps you're just the performer? In that case, I can convince Sheila to expose herself to your face. Our show-off wouldn't mind an audience."
"I know you mentioned letting Jess take over for a bit during our time with friends, with a bit of fondling, and involving boobs. But you weren't ready for the 'big show', right?"
"I didn't think this far," she admitted, her brow furrowing a little. "I had imagined a quick hand job or a quick pearl diving, but I hadn't thought about actual sex yet."
Jen gazed at me, but her hands started massaging my stiff penis with some enthusiasm. "You bring up some valid points; I'll reconsider, give it some thought." she glanced at my erect dick which was dripping due to her maneuvers. "I'm feeling quite thirsty right now. I'm dehydrated." With that, Jen dived down, slurping my penis until it touched her throat, and the minimal continuous stimulation while talking aroused me rapidly. She took her mouth off my shaft and swallowed my balls, and I released a groan. She sucked my balls while jerking my penis approximately, just in time to plunge me deep again. "Cum in my mouth, fill me up" she murmured. I couldn't hold back as I released in her mouth, a tiny amount of cum trickling from the corner of her lips. "Aha, just like that advertisement dear," she tittered "salty...yet delightful to the last drop." She rose up and showed off her breasts. The conversation about Sheila ceased for the time being.
Several weeks passed, permitting enough time for me to almost dismiss the matter. Undoubtedly, Sheila is striking, and considering two semi-naked women flashing everything they've got while I unveiled my manhood would be remarkable. Nevertheless, I am aware of my wife and how things that are verbalized often fall by the wayside, and if one endeavors to push it too far or too soon, it is doomed to failure. I held out.
In due course, we found ourselves in bed, and Jen had recently discovered face-riding. She was initially anxious that she might inadvertently squash me (and undoubtedly spoil the mood), yet I coaxed her to wrap her hands around our new headboard, and she consented. She never attained a solid orgasm from only oral before, yet now she could regulate her movements and while I strained to focus on her clit, she was shoving her vagina on top of my tongue. "Oh yes, fuck me with that tongue. Oh son of a bitch, fuck me, fuck me!" I pushed my tongue inside and she slid down, clutching the headboard in one hand and her pussy in the other, pushing the fold over her erect clit towards the front. "Suck me there. Please baby, make me cum!" I stroked the spot, and she experienced a blast of her wetness enveloping me. She slid off and leaned in for a tender kiss, her accumulated fluids still on my face. "It's so fucking exhilarating when you kiss me, covered in your spunk like that."
"However, you aren't willing to lick your sperm off my face," she delivered a kiss to me, "yet I adore you regardless." She snuggled up to me. "By the way, what do we have planned this Saturday?"
"I haven't decided, maybe maintaining the pool, and possibly working on my tan."
"Do you harbor any interest in partaking in the sun naked?"
"If I'm finished with the chlorine, sure, why not? I suspect the sun could burn my dick if it splashed on it."
She viewed me, "not the cleaning, the tanning. I've determined how I want to pursue this situation with Sheila. If you're comfortable with it."
"Which involves...?"
"We'll make it a surprise. You'll simply follow my guidance since we'll start off dressed. Also," she gestured at my penis, "you'd better relish cumming tonight, as the following three days will be sans ejaculation, in turn, providing you with a sizeable load for any occurrences." She descended, giving her bosoms a show, as she lowered herself onto my rigid penis. "Now fuck me, my stud, like you mean it." She rode herself to a further orgasm while I sucked her bosoms. "Ponder this: in three days, you'll have two attractive, fully dressed women observing your naked body." She slowed her pace. "Two captivatingly endowed pairs of breasts, observing your erect penis bouncing." She quickened her rhythm, also lubricating my member with her saliva. "Oh, perhaps we'll have you jerk off for us and we could lick the cum off of you. Wouldn't you adore seeing Sheila with a mouthful of your cum?" That did it, and I came into her, my body shuddering with a light climax. "This will be enjoyable," she stated as she stood up to wash off the cum that was dribbling from her vagina.
For the interim, I experienced a decent degree of frustration, and I'd reckon Jen did as well, for she declined to touch me lest she inadvertently escalate the situation. I awoke Saturday morning to something unanticipated as during breakfast, I saw an enema bottle.
"What's this?" I inquired.
"It's bottled enema solution. Let's get ready for a weekend filled with excitement." she winked.
She simply grinned, "We share a love for anal play, and with your ass not being accessible to your penis, it's open for us to play with toys. A clean asshole is a contented one."
We've been dabbling in anal fun for quite some time, and as we aim to make it more enjoyable for each other, this was the way forward. "Try it between 12-1 pm if you're okay with it. I just thought you'd like it."
I was on board and now feeling turned on. "Could you tell me when she's showing up?"
"I asked her to drop by around 2. We can swim and maybe grill... or something." The lengthy pause accompanied by a smirk made me believe dinner might be pushed back.
So, by noon, I prepped the required items and at 2, I was meandering around in a modest swimsuit and Hawaiian shirt, while Jen wore a sensible bikini. We looked like a stereotypical suburban couple. Sheila, aware of our private activities, entered the backyard and arrived in a cover-up, a very scant bikini, no strings on top or g-strings at the bottom. Maybe this wouldn't lead to anything kinky. "So disappointed I missed you guys indulging in some naughty activities." she commented with a surprised look, presenting us with two wine bottles and a batch of brownies.
The possibility of raunchier activities increased! Jen glanced at Jen and then me, slowly ascending the stairs. "Jesus, you're not hormonal?", referring to my fondness for nudity.
Sheila eyed Jen and then me, taking in my form, seemingly impressed. "If you're so sure I'm not treating you like an object, I'm not sure I'd venture out of the bedroom with you about."
Feeling flattered, I retorted, "Better to allow you to think of me in this way."
"How could I not when you're in great shape, buff even at 50." Sheila commented
"You're too kind, and a tad off-base." I responded, adding, "How about a margarita? I just concocted a secret recipe."
"Hot damn!" was her enthusiastic response.
The following hours were spent with typical catching-up conversation, bawdy laughter, and socializing in the pool. I went to fetch more refreshments while my wife signaled me to change. "Lose the swimming trunks and put on that waiter apron." She hinted.
A few months back, I stumbled upon a waist apron online and began using it to serve my wife tea while naked. With its length, it was nearly impossible to differentiate between the apron and my bathing suit. "Is there anything beneath?" I inquired curiously, already aware of her answer.
"Just your sexy partner," she replied. "Serve her first, then turn so I can have my drink."
I snickered, "Anything specific, ma'am?" and obeyed.
"Yay! Here comes the cabana boy!" Sheila yelled out, "I need a drink refreshment, and that food looks good. Almost as delicious as the man serving it."
I flashed a grin and placed the food first, slipping into my servant role. "The lady?" I asked Sheila.
"Can you turn around?" she requested, urging me to display my nakedness. "It's better than I expected." she said, settling into a slight blush.
"LOL! Are we playing a drinking game, screaming 'naked' with every reference to it?" Jen joked, admiring my rear, "Alright, I need to chat with our anal enthusiast friend." Jen turned away, inviting me back. "Dear, please come out." She asked after a pause, "And take off the apron.
"Last ones out are cleaning up," I rejoined. Upon her command, I removed the apron and returned outside, sensing heated gazes on my behind as I exited.
I removed my apron and walked out towards Jen and Sheila, my taut cock and heavy balls leading the way. I went to Sheila and spun around as my wife gestured for me to turn back. "Do you like what you see, girl?" Jen inquired.
Sheila merely gaped. "I love it all." she whispered, "But what a nice cock, good length, wider than most." she examined it as if examining it for her journal. "This thing must fill you up."
"You don't know the half of it." Jen answered and commanded me to seat myself. "I let Sheila know you're okay with this and," she nodded at my hard penis, "I'd say you still are. You're our tool today. Sheila can do anything she pleases with you and take you however she likes. However, I still object to you penetrating her, either anus or vagina, but she's more than welcome to rub you down or suck you dry. And any of us, at any time can declare halt and end the game."
"I won't say anything." came Sheila's reply with a lustful expression.
Jen smirked. "I hope not, but I like to leave some leeway."
"I'd love to bend you a bit," Sheila said lustfully.
"Jesus, how long has it been?" Sheila inquired.
"A toy yesterday, a man never." She appeared pensive for a moment. "But I wasn't ready for more emotional hurt, but I'm going to enjoy the fuck out of today."
After staring for a moment, she strolled over and planted a deep kiss on my lips before grabbing a nipple.
"Oh yeah, he's a nipple slut," Sheila remarked as she dragged me to the lounge chair. "Do you want to take turns with him?" I was positioned on the lounge chair. Sheila stood back and observed my standing erection.
"We'll get there," Jen stated as her fingers lightly tickled my nipple. Sheila mimicked Jen's motions with a slightly firmer grasp on my left nipple, causing me to grit my teeth.
"Don't hurt him. He appreciates gentle pain, not too much, we're wimps," Jen giggled. She leaned over and kissed me, then nibbled on my nipple lightly for a moment, before attempting a stronger suck. Sheila gazed at Jen's actions and took over, squeezing my nipple a little too tight, making me grit my teeth and groan. Jen joked, "Pain is for sissies."
Sheila let go and Jen gave it a firmer tug and gentle squeeze. She paused while staring at my penis, "What the hell are you doing young man?!" Jen mocked. Seeing the slight pearl of cum on its tip, she asked, "May I?" Jen nodded and Sheila blew me a lustful kiss.
"Well it is evident someone is extremely aroused," said Jen. "I'm just not sure who's hornier yet!"
She grinned. "Stand up, big guy. I have an idea." Jen vanished into the house for a moment while Sheila continued to stroke my cock and massage my ass.
"You enjoy having a naked guy hanging around, don't you?" she commented.
"I do." Jen reappeared clutching a bag containing a curved butt plug intended to target the prostate. "And check this out." Jen held up a bright red, glowing glass, "This way, should it be dark, I can easily find you." We broke out in laughter.
"I do like it. Having a naked guy running around is... attractive."
"I agree," I chipped in, "I'm fortunate to have a wife who is also okay with being naked."
Jen nodded. "That's good. Now can you go to the table on all fours?" I did so and Sheila pulled my cock towards her. "I'll pass this along to you," she said to Jen. Jen walked away, leaving Sheila to stroke my cock with her other hand.
I was past the point of embarrassment. "Honestly, since we tried anal, we've both enjoyed it," I said as cold lube touched my butt, and Jen inserted a finger, followed by two, then three in my ass.
Jen pulled her fingers out. "Still clean."
Sheila looked away, rubbing her pussy through her swimsuit. "I didn't know you guys did anal."
"Yeah, I won't be doing it tonight. We're pretty meticulous, so there's a bit of loss of spontaneity. If he fucks my ass, he can't fuck my pussy, so a lot of times I'll use a butt plug or vibrator while he fucks my pussy. Having both holes filled is quite a sensation."
Sheila gazed. "Maybe someday."
Jen smiled at her. "Perhaps." Then after a moment, she added, "Probably." which made my already straining cock grow even harder. She slowly inserted the butt plug, letting my muscles relax, then pushed until the top part was all that remained. I breathed in, and she pushed more, bringing an end that curved against my prostate. "Ha!" she laughed, and Sheila and I had a good laugh at the bright red light coming from my ass. Sheila hesitantly touched the plug, turning it, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
"Mmmm, you like that baby," Sheila purred. "Being naked and hard in front of us and Jen fucking your ass like a slutty little bitch?"
A "God Oh yes" escaped my lips involuntarily.
"Can he walk with this thing inside him?" Sheila asked.
"Oh yeah, that end keeps it in place. Let him walk around for us."
It felt so strange walking about with a butt plug that felt huge to me in place, and I was in charge of refilling glasses, skimming the pool, even preparing some appetizers, but the damn plug kept nudging my prostate and sliding around, keeping me hard. Of course, every time they passed by, both stroked my cock, played with my balls, and at one point, they both gently patted my swinging balls. After about 45 minutes, Jen said, "Watch this. Hey baby, sit down."
I did as I was told, sitting down right on the toy. I knew what would happen as the angle changed, the plug tried to go deeper, pushing my prostate. I involuntarily began to bump up and down, and a little trickle of precum came out. "Hang on, stand up and lean over honey, we can't have you cumming yet." Gently, she slowly and carefully took out the toy, making me feel vacant and aching.
I was drenched in sweat and on the edge of explosion. Jen walked over, stuck a finger in my swimming costume, and moved it around. She took her finger out and put her aroused pussy juice on my lips. I hungrily licked it up. She looked to Sheila, "Your turn." But Sheila was already there, smearing her juices over my lips, slightly sweeter and muskier than Jen's. This was getting to be far too much.
"Jen, I don't think I can last much longer; you've been going at this for over an hour." We always take breaks, but you're really pushing me. I'm about to explode."
Jen pouted fakely, "But we have so much more planned." Then she admitted, "Actually, we've just been winging it. I'm not sure how this ends, but let's see what else we have here. Are you horny?"
Yes"
"Want to come?"
"Yes."
"Will you jerk off in front of us?"
"Yes."
"Would you come in my mouth?"
"Yes, I'll do anything." I said, desperate.
And then, Jen surprised me by unhooking her bikini top, letting her big breasts bounce free. "Lick my tits and make me cum, then I'll suck your dick like you won't believe."
Sheila joined, stripping off her bikini top as well. "Don't leave me out." Her breasts were just as incredible as I imagined, even Jen was impressed, "Damn, those are some big tits!" as she admired one. "He does love his tits." They were perfect, and I'd always had a thing for large areolas. When stimulated, like now, they tightened to large points. I was mesmerized. Sheila walked over and plopped one tit in my mouth. "Make your wife come, then eat me out, and I'll blow you."
She removed her tit, and walked away, swaying her hips and ass, showing me her large hairy pussy. "I want to see this." She slowly stroked her cunt lips.
Jen arranged a couple of towels on the patio and wrapped one around her head, spreading her legs out. "Come on, honey, this pussy isn't going to lick itself," she said, implying how turned on she was. "If only we had a bed out here, I would love to ride your face, but I'm so into it, I can't even care."
I'm known for my expertise in oral play. It's not about the "lick the alphabet" gimmicks; it's just about licking, sucking, and paying attention to the rhythm and noises. Tonight, Jen was much more aroused than usual, her wetness dazzling in the late afternoon sunlight. I licked her sweet pussy until I found her sweet spot. I nibbled her clit and even applied a good amount of suction, opening my mouth wide to cover more surface. After some time, she had a rather lengthy orgasm. I took a short break and stretched my neck a little as Sheila lay down. I found it refreshing to see Jen's hairy pussy instead of the bald look. Just like Jen, she too had pussy juices dripping into her crevice. I glanced at Jen, seeking her approval, and she responded with a smile and a nod.
I went down on a pussy that was so different yet similar to my wife's. Sheila was immediately bucking, and I didn't have too much time to show off my oral skills as she pulled me into her pussy. I sucked her clit for every penny's worth and managed to get a finger inside her tight pussy. Within just two minutes, she covered my face with her love juices in one of the most intense orgasms I've ever witnessed. She squirmed, and then pushed me away gently. "Sorry, baby, it's been so long, and my little thing downstairs is a bit too sensitive. Just give me a minute." She appeared a little shy. After a while, she sat beside me and rubbed her juices on her hand and on my cock. "Come on, stroke it for us."
My face and hands were soaked in their juices, and the scent of their pussies lingered on my face and tongue. I began stroking slowly as I knew I couldn't go fast. I alternated between short strokes and long strokes and even pinched a nipple. Watching them rubbing their pussies and playing with their nipples almost drove me over the edge. This went on for a couple of minutes, with Jen and Sheila now watching me, rubbing their own pussies as they stroked.
During my final edge, I pinched a nipple while looking at their breasts and pussies before me, almost making me cum. Right when Jen pinched my nipple, she said, "I'm getting hungry. Should we fire up the grill, honey?"
"What?!" I asked anxiously.
"Well, you did agree that if Sheila stayed, you would see her tits and even taste her amazing pussy. And I did say you could come, but I didn't say when, did I?" Jen asked Sheila, who also nodded.
"Yes!" she said, hugging Jen and kissing her. "You fancy that, huh?"
"Jen explained what she was going to do with the wet towel and Weila smiled. "If he doesn't cum before then, he'll likely mess up the grilling, and I kind of feel bad for him."
"Okay!"
"How about now?" Jen asked.
"You good, honey?"
She hugged Sheila and kissed her cheek. "Make his toes curl!" she whispered. Sheila's eyes lit up with eager curiosity. "Really? Are you sure?"
"Sure of what?" I asked.
Jen moved me to the makeshift towel bed. "It's time."
With the towel, Jen was about to clean me off.
"What are you doing?" Sheila asked.
"Well, your pussy has covered his cock, and I was planning to give him a quick clean."
"Oh dear." She shook her head. "When you've masturbated so many times, your pussy doesn't bother you."
"A fellow masturbator," Jen laughed. Sheila noticed she was still playing with herself. "When he's about to climax, move somewhere else."
Shelia did just that. Jen approached me and took my cock in her mouth. She was an expert at giving head. I moaned loudly, and Jen sensed it was approaching. She stopped, pulling me slightly from her mouth and squeaking, "I think he's about to come!" She positioned herself awkwardly, pinch my balls, and then threw me into a psychological orgasm. I almost fainted.
Jen and Sheila took turns pleasuring me with their tongues and hands. After a few minutes of nonstop pleasure, I climaxed. While cumming, Jen and Sheila watched me, and I couldn't have been happier. They then let me drink some of Sheila's pussy juices and cleaned up, getting ready to leave. As we all got dressed, I could tell I'd created an unforgettable moment.
When I finished, Jen swallowed the final semen from my penis. My eyes widened as Jen reclined on a lounge chair and Sheila leaned over her mouth for a snowball, which Jen swapped with her so they both consumed their own cum. This was something Jen had never done before, never mentioned doing, and I held onto the fantasy that she swallowed her loads on her own. It was arousing, but all the blood in my body had been diverted elsewhere and I was left feeling satiated and horny.
"How was that, honey?" Jen inquired, noting my surprised look. "It was fantastic." Jen licked her lips dramatically.
I observed their cum-covered lips, and when Sheila tried to kiss me, Jen stopped her. "You know, he doesn't like cum," Sheila pouted before giving Jen a quick kiss and pressing their bodies close.
"Well, okay, let's eat then," Jen said, looking at my now limp penis.
"Do we need to wear clothes?" inquired Sheila. "I like a naked man, and if it means I need to be shown as well," she added while shaking her breasts.
"From now on, it's naked time," Jen announced.
"That's fine with me as long as the grill doesn't splatter," I said.
"You're right," Jen dashed into the kitchen, her breasts bouncing with each step. "Put on an apron now, but remove it when the burgers are cooked; I enjoy seeing those cute buns, and I'm not only referring to the hamburgers."
"What a strange day," remarked Sheila. "And we also have some brownies for dessert," she mentioned, then jumped into the pool, and we all followed for a playful skinny dip before dinner.
