Looking back, it's hard to believe how it started. Certainly there was never any indication that my wife would be open-minded enough to give me permission to fuck anyone else. But here I was, with my dick halfway down my neighbor's throat, as she struggled to work the other half in, and somehow this had become my new routine. I was coming next door to get my needs met and I had barely even touched my wife since this all began.
Our jobs kept both of us busy, and between the kids, work projects in the evenings, and needing to get some sleep, my wife Alice and I had been down to having sex an average of once every couple of weeks-sometimes more, sometimes less. I would have loved to have much more, but we loved each other and it's not like I couldn't use the sleep too. My big complaint was that our sex, while satisfying, had been pretty routine for years. When we found a moment, my wife would go to our bed and lie back for plain missionary. No spontaneous blowjobs in the living room after the kids were asleep. It was on me to request any other positions, and even though she always came from receiving oral sex, she claimed she didn't really like it that much. I had tried to push her boundaries some over the years, but she didn't really care for being submissive to my suggestions, or messy cumshots, or going down on me for more than some quick foreplay. I had tried suggesting anal sex or just anal stimulation enough times that she called it "my thing," but she was always clear that her ass was exit-only. She seemed happy with our situation though, and didn't show any indication that she needed anything more than plain missionary. Outside of the bedroom we were a perfect match, so it didn't seem like it was worth throwing everything away just to try out some new positions.
For my birthday a few weeks ago, we had gone for a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. We didn't have a crazy night planned, but I figured at least I was going to get laid. At the restaurant, we ordered cocktails, then appetizers, in that order. Even if we weren't going to be gone too long, we could in squeeze a few drinks over the course of a nice meal. After we had finished our appetizers, Alice ordered another drink and started a new line of conversation:
"Emma is pretty, don't you think?"
"Our neighbor?" I asked, stalling. I never knew if this kind of question was trap. "Yeah, I guess so. Kind of like you looked when we were younger." You can never go wrong with flattery. It's true that Emma did remind me of my wife: about 5'4" with wavy brown hair with just a hint of red, a pretty face and some curves, but especially a round perky ass.
"Her mom says she has kind of a reputation." Emma.
"Oh? Reputation for what?" I didn't follow what my wife was getting at.
"Well, her mom actually used the word 'slut.' That's why she had to leave the state school and come back home to community college here. Apparently she never says no. She said she even likes your thing. That's what she was caught doing in public somewhere when she got kicked out." I coughed on my drink.
"Well, I know what to ask Emma about when I see her around, then," I joked.
"She never says no," my wife repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Then maybe you can stop asking me for it."
"Very funny." I answered. Our conversation turned back to more usual topics after this, and I wouldn't have thought any more about it, except maybe I would try to harmlessly flirt with Emma if I saw her next door. Alice had a couple more drinks over the course of the meal — more than usual for her.
But during dessert, out of nowhere, my wife said, "OK, here's how it's going to work."
"How what's going to work?"
"With you and Emma." She stared intently at my eyes, watching my reaction. "It is your birthday after all."
"Are you being serious?" I asked, lowering my voice. "What are you saying?"
"One, no kissing." Apparently she was serious. "Two, no keeping secrets from me. This might just be for one time only, but if it's not, I don't want you sneaking around behind my back with some little hottie. And three, her pussy is off-limits. Whatever else your depraved mind has been desiring you can ask her for, but mine is the only pussy you get." She really was serious. I had never even heard my wife use the word 'pussy' before. She talked about my 'dick' and 'cock,' so she wasn't completely clinical, but she had actually referred to her 'vagina' during sex a few times, and she always talked about 'making love' instead of fucking.
"Wow," I said, processing. "Did you already talk about this with her?"
"I may have hinted that our marriage is more open than it really is, but you'll have to ask Emma yourself. Tonight if you want. She says you're cute, by the way!"
"You girls really talk about everything. Wow." I repeated.
"Oh, lighten up! It's your birthday and I just gave you a hall pass to ask your hot young neighbor for butt sex!" she said, laughing. I guess she wasn't as uptight as she seemed. And like it or not, the idea was getting me hard already.
On the ride home my wife was teasing me: "So are you going to ask her about it?"
"You've got me intrigued," I admitted, "but is there a good segue? 'Hey, you've really grown up, Emma. Now can I fuck your face while my wife watches?'" I joked again. "I know we've lived next door for years, but I've barely even had a conversation with her."
"I don't have to watch; I just have to know what you're up to. Rule two." she reminded me. "Come on, guys have been hitting on 'the girl next door' forever. It can't be that hard!" She laughed, looking at the bulge in my pants, "Or if it is hard already, maybe just whip it out. You have nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Well, if you're really OK with this, I guess we'll see what happens."
"I'm really OK, but you have to tell me what happens if I'm not in the room. That's rule four I guess if I didn't already say that."
After we got back home and up to our bedroom, Alice really started to lay it on thick. "Don't I look just like your wife, Mr. Larson?" she said, roleplaying as she sank to her knees and unbuckled my belt, looking up at me. "Except you can come all over my face and I'll like it because I'm your little slut." She pulled down my pants and underwear and put the head of my cock in mouth, moaning over it. This was an unexpected birthday treat. She used her hand to work my shaft, while her mouth moved back and forth slowly on my head. She never took me very deep, but with her hand working on my dick too, her blowjobs could still be effective. After a minute she paused and looked up again. "Dave, I want you inside me now," she said, clearly not in character. anymore. She quickly pulled off her clothes while I removed my shirt and shoes, and she hopped back onto the bed, laying back with her legs spread apart. Her pussy was on display, clearly wet, surrounded by wispy light brown pubic hair. Occasionally she would trim, but she had never shaved for me. |
