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The Neighbors
by Hotcouple (address withheld)

***

We had hoped to seduce our next door neighbors, but 
they did it first. (MF, cpls, swingers)

***

For years while we were conducting our affair and 
waiting for her husband to not be in the way anymore, 
Vicki and I had talked about the nasty things we'd do 
together when we finally lived with each other. Like me 
she had an active fantasy imagination and we both 
shared other sexual traits like exhibitionism and the 
desire to experiment in a threesome sometime... safely. 

But though we'd been together now as a full blown 
relationship living together for almost six months 
following her divorce, we had not even discussed it. I 
think maybe she just thought I was all talk and now 
that we could--maybe I never really wanted to do that. 
I just assumed that she was agreeing to things like 
that while dating because it was hot and led to 
lovemaking and it pleased me, but now that she had me, 
no sense in sounding so compatible--on that subject 
anymore at least. 

Anyway six months had passed and we were just average 
normal folks living together, and all went along fine 
everyday.

Sundays we'd BBQ with our neighbors next door, as a 
rule anyway--though not always, and the rest of the 
week we mostly just hung out with each other and did 
our living together thing. I guess really the folks 
next door, though almost 20 years younger than us were 
our only real friends. 

Bob worked for the county doing surveying and Jenny was 
a real estate agent. She was a year younger than Bob. 
They were an OK looking couple. Some couples don't 
match for looks at all--but they did. Jenny had just 
the slightest, slightest hint of the beginnings of a 
Jay-Lo butt, but had long shapely legs and a very nice 
BIG pair of natural boobs on top. 

She had short, nicely styled red hair, a few freckles 
and the fair complexion of a redhead. Attractive, but 
not gorgeous. In a man's description in locker room 
jargon though, fuckable. Bob was about 6"1" and average 
build I guess. Dark hair, Italian looking almost and 
had the rugged look of a man who worked outdoors, 
tanned but not too much so. Not athletic per se--but 
built well. Good looking couple!

Vicki and Jenny liked each other a lot and found they 
had many things in common, including shopping for 
clothes. Their breast sizes were the same, well in 
numbers and letters at least. Vicki had of course had 
some surgical help so her 36D's were very upright and 
perky. 

Jenny had natural 36D's that sagged a bit naturally, 
but the overall look in tops--if Jenny wore a bra, was 
the same--despite their age difference. Both were tall 
and leggy, in fact other than about an inch difference 
in height, they were almost body doubles. So naturally 
they traded a lot of the clothes they bought back and 
forth. It was like they each had two wardrobes to 
choose from when going out--for half the price--and 
both of them liked that a lot. Jenny bought mostly 
dress up type clothes because of her job. They were 
perfect for Vicki to borrow when we went to super nice 
places. Vicki on the other end of that scale bought 
clothes that well... were hot! 

Since I insisted, and it was one of the very few things 
I "insisted" on in our relationship--all of Vicki's 
tops that she bought were low cut, radically low cut, 
and any skirts bought were very, very short. Vicki's 
wardrobe showed way more than her mama would have let 
her go out of the house in, I'm sure. 

I know Bob loved my wife's clothes as much as I did 
because he'd make sure Jenny always borrowed a cute top 
when he was going to take her along to a ballgame, so 
his buddies could drool over his wife's chest. A second 
clue he liked them as much as I did was obvious in that 
when they were around us, and Vicki was wearing one of 
them, his admiring eyes never left her deep cleavage. 

Conversely I guess I have to admit, I liked Bob's wife 
in Vicki's tops for sure too, because she never wore a 
bra when she had one of those tops on, and she filled 
them out as nicely as Vicki did. We each had joked back 
and forth since meeting almost how we each thought it 
was our wife that had the best tits--that maybe we 
should have a private wet T-shirt contest or something? 
And over time the joke became one all four of us 
enjoyed, and expanded on. Jenny would joke about 
showing me hers and Vicki would tell her, "If you do, 
I'll show mine to Bob and once he sees mine, Bob will 
throw rocks at ya."  

When we all first met Jenny she was kind of uptight in 
terms of being open and comfortable about showing off 
her body. Both of them really seemed new to flirting 
and feeling comfortable joking and kidding about the 
sexual side of life. But as time passed and they got to 
know us, Jenny opened up to being far more explicitly 
daring in how she dressed--in fact how they both acted 
around us. Bob and I became closer than I expected. 

I've never had a lot of guy friends, especially one 20 
years younger. While the girls shopped and did their 
thing we'd occasionally go to shoot some pool, or go 
fishing and I had even introduced him to some hunting. 
As time went by we got to be close. I guess you could 
say we were gladder (is that a word?) that they had 
moved into the duplex next door the longer we knew 
them. 

As I mentioned, as Bob got to know me better he opened 
up and talked to me like we'd known each other for 
years. One day shooting pool after a few too many beers 
the ice got broken about things that probably wouldn't 
have come up between next door neighbors otherwise. Our 
wives, and by that I don't mean their cooking. 
Obviously both of us shared the love of leggy women 
with big breasts as evidenced by our choice in women, 
and so it was a common interest subject we could both 
relate too. 

We constantly made comparisons and comments about each 
other's choices in ladies. The dares and jokes guys 
make about "if she ever got some of this..." became 
commonplace when we got around each other. It was all 
good natured. In front of them though neither of us 
ever did much more than ogle each other's wife in the 
low cut tops and short, short, SHORT shorts and mini 
skirts the ladies wore to show off in around us. 
Several times when Bob had one more than he should 
have, he had said outright he would fuck Vicki in a 
heartbeat if he had the chance, but I never told her 
that. Sober he never said it. 

I suspect she knew it. Men had always fallen over 
themselves to get some of her, and she knew that "look" 
from guys very clearly when they were interested. She 
liked it coming from Bob especially that was obvious. 
She went out of her way to make sure his eyes never 
left her cleavage or whatever, and whenever she had the 
chance, she made damned sure she kept him acting like 
he was in heat around her. And Vicki's actions that 
made sure Bob was half hard constantly while around her 
was obvious enough that Jenny noticed it too. To 
counter when Vicki would turn up the sex on Bob, Jenny 
would try to outdo her, with me. And so it was the 
competition for who could be the hottest around Bob and 
I began.

As usual on the following Sunday afternoon we were all 
together having a few beers and BBQ'ing on the patio.

The girls had prepared for today's sexy style show for 
the guys, and you could tell it. Vicki had on a cute 
paper thin, baby blue nylon exercise top she just had 
just bought, and it showed her ample breasts and 
nipples like they were in a showcase. The material was 
thin enough the pinkish brown of her nipples showed 
through the material. It was so thin, and so tightly 
stretched over her boobs that even the bumps around her 
nipples showed. I'd guess a generous 1/2 of each breast 
showed above the blouse's neckline. 

When she went out of her way to move "just right" to 
reach for something especially, the clingy top's 
material would shift on her, and her nipple would peek 
out just a little. Trust me--I know how Vicki models 
things in mirrors for her admirer's benefit, and she 
knew at exactly what angle she had to move and reach so 
that happened. Vicki made sure she was directly in 
Bob's view when she bent over or reached for something 
at that "planned in advance" angle. And Bob did his 
best to not miss a thing when she did. Vicki loved 
flirting and was fascinated--and flattered--by the idea 
that Bob had a wife with almost identical sized 
breasts, yet tried so obviously to see hers.

To counter Vicki's sexual appeal to her husband, Jenny 
had made sure to borrow a low-cut ultra sheer white 
crop top blouse with opaque embossed flowers on it--for 
my benefit. On Vicki the bottom hem of the crop top was 
just low enough that no breast showed out from under it 
because they were so firm. The firmness of her breasts 
held the bottom of it 2" or 3" out from her ribcage. On 
Jenny however, with her slight natural sag, thin 
crescents of her pure white breasts hung just below the 
bottom hem of the blouse. Sexy! 

The flowers were supposed to be strategically placed to 
cover nipples, barely--but she was quick to figure out 
that if she moved just right--like Vicki did in hers, 
the opaque flowers on the material would naturally 
slide to the left or right or up or down slightly, and 
that would expose her large strawberry colored nipples 
through the VERY sheer white fabric. Apart from the 
flowers hiding what they lay directly over, the rest of 
the fabric was soooo sheer the contours and fullness of 
her entire breasts showed like she had no top on at 
all. Both ladies were clearly aware they were drawing 
each other's husband's attentions and the competition 
to be best at it, was obvious.

And so our Sunday BBQ's went. The girls would compete 
to see which one could make the other's husband re-
arrange the packages in their shorts the most times, so 
nothing stuck out of a leg. Really good BBQ, good 
company, always a few beers or wine, and sometimes a 
ballgame on the tube after.

This particular day Bob had had several beers, we all 
had, and things were relaxed and fun as usual, but Bob 
was being a bit more daring today. In fact Jenny was 
too. It wasn't so obvious that it jumped at us, making 
Vicki and I were aware of it immediately, but as the 
afternoon passed and the beer count went up well past 
it's usual level, Bob's boldness definitely kicked up a 
notch. His hand had been on her ass several times 
already--especially when Vicki had bent over to do 
something or the other. 

So far down on her ass in fact that it appeared his 
fingertips were more between her legs touching her 
pussy than they were still on her butt cheeks. The 
first time he did that Vicki jumped at being goosed by 
the placement of his hand and fingers, but after the 
first time, she didn't move away when touched there 
again. At one point he picked a piece of imaginary lint 
off of Vicki, directly from the tip of one of her 
nipples, taking his time do so, fondling her nipple for 
some time. Then he pretended to flick it away 
afterwards, as if it actually existed. 

Jenny countered by brushing by me close several times, 
each time taking care to press her butt into my crotch-
-so often in fact that I was beginning to look forward 
to it. And once standing in front of me, she "noticed a 
spot" that needed to be brushed off of HER blouse, 
directly over a very hard nipple. In the process of 
doing that the flowers got moved, and didn't get moved 
back for some long seconds of "cleaning." I know the 
air was on, but it didn't seem to be cold enough in the 
room to make her big pink nipples that hard. They were 
nice! She even made a joke about maybe it was BBQ 
sauce, and since it was a shame to waste food with the 
starving kids in China, maybe it would be best if I 
licked it off of there?

Vicki and I kind of looked at each other, but being 
high ourselves and not exactly prudes, we were not 
shocked. We both liked it in fact, and joined in, 
encouraged it to go further--as their flirting 
escalated a little more all the time. Now every joke 
seemed to be a reason to pat someone else on the back 
or butt, or hug each other. This was fun--and new to 
all of us--and frankly--exciting.

When we got time to slip out to the kitchen, and Vicki 
had me alone she said, "Are they fighting and trying to 
make each other jealous or piss each other off, or 
what?" 

I said I didn't know and I didn't think we should ask, 
and unless she was uncomfortable with it and wanted it 
stopped, let's just see what happens next. Vicki 
agreed. Then she said something strange as we were 
about to leave the kitchen and re-join them.

Vicki said, "You don't suppose they are actually trying 
to fuck us, do you?" 

I thought about that for a second and then said, "Nah, 
c'mon." 

Then Vicki said, "You know if that is it, what are we 
gonna do?" 

I looked into her eyes and said, "What do you WANT to 
do about it?" 

Vicki said, "Well, we talked about this dating a 
million times. We talked out every objection to that 
happening and discussed every angle, and we know them, 
and we know they're clean..." 

I said, "Are you telling me you'd let him fuck you if 
he tries?" 

Vicki shot back, "I thought it was you who always said 
you'd let a guy I picked out fuck me in front of you--
if I wanted too." 

I looked Vicki dead in the eyes and said, "So you are 
telling me you have 'picked Bob out' to fuck you, 
right? I mean don't get me wrong--if it goes that way--
I'm 110% for it--especially him, honestly I have no 
problem with Bob doing you at all, but ONLY if you are? 
I already know for a fact Bob wants to fuck you and has 
for a long time, he told me so."

"Well, if you really are OK with Bob doing that to me, 
I am," Vicki said. 

We quickly agreed that if a nudge was needed to get 
them going in that direction--IF that was indeed what 
was happening--that we'd each do whatever it took to 
make it go ahead and happen. For the very first time I 
knew Vicki would let a man fuck her with me there. Up 
until now I was doubtful, thinking she would only talk 
of such things because she knew I liked discussing it--
but there was always the doubt of if she REALLY would 
do it when came down to it. No doubts now. 

I had just been told Vicki had "picked him out" to fuck 
her. We looked at each other for a few extra long 
seconds to see if either of us would smile to let the 
other know they were just joking. When neither did, we 
both knew it was on. WE gave each other a quick kiss 
and brought the four cold beers back into the dining 
room.

After dinner--one full of sexual cracks and out and out 
flirting, by everyone including Vicki and myself--(in 
fact after talking in the kitchen we were leading the 
way now), we went into the living room and turned on 
the big screen TV. Bob ran next door and brought back 
another twelve pack of Busch Lite and said, "Let's 
REALLY make this a party. Tomorrow is a holiday and we 
both have the day off so hangovers aren't gonna be a 
problem." 

Everyone had already had more beer than any of us 
needed, but we each opened another cold one as we all 
sat down to flip through the channels to see what was 
on. Bob asked if we'd like to see a movie instead of 
regular TV, so Vicki said, "Sure, you guys got any new 
ones?" Bob pulled a CD out of the bag he brought the 
beer over in and popped it in the DVD player.

There was no lead in--no music. It was obvious from the 
get-go that it was a homemade video. The first thing 
that came on the top of the screen was a close up of 
Bob's hairy balls and right under them was his hard 
cock sliding in and out of Jenny's pussy lips. Legs up, 
totally nude, camera set up between their legs 
obviously to film it all from the best possible angle--
nothing left to the imagination at all. Jenny gasped, 
"Oh my God Bob! Why did you bring that movie over 
here?" Bob tried to explain it to her that he must have 
picked up the wrong one, but he didn't turn it off. She 
didn't either. 

I looked over at Vicki as they argued and both were 
letting the video run on and on, and it was then that 
we knew the opportunity for our fantasy to play out was 
right in front of us, if we grabbed it. Vicki looked 
back at the movie and seemed mesmerized watching our 
friends who were just flirting with and kidding us--
doing it right in front of us on the 60" screen in high 
def yet! Or maybe it was that she was enjoying seeing 
exactly how much the man she picked out had, instead of 
having to guess anymore.

When I looked back at the TV, Bob was just pulling his 
hard cock out of Jenny from fucking her missionary 
position, and they were changing positions to dog style 
to go at it again. Jenny was on her hands and knees now 
and her natural D cup breasts were hanging down, 
swaying back and forth. For the first time I saw that 
she had red hair on her neatly trimmed pussy too. A 
runway cut! Cool! The ass that looked borderline Jay-Lo 
to me once upon a time, now just looked GOOD! Wow, 
check that out! No messing around here. Bob was shoving 
it all the way into her, and was fucking her REALLY 
hard and fast now!

I know this sounds made up, but it isn't. 

Bob and Jenny were fairly drunk and both were more into 
arguing why the video was on than they were trying to 
stop it from being on, and Vicki and I sat next to each 
other on the sofa and enjoyed watching them fuck right 
in front of us. 

At this point I told Vicki, "This is it... if we both 
want this to happen... we need to make the first move 
to do it right now." 

Vicki kissed me and said "You sure? If you want to... I 
do." 

The combination of Bob touching Vicki's pussy through 
her shorts several times and the mutual flirting--and 
now being able to see him using his cock on her best 
friend had done it's job. Vicki was more than ready to 
see if Bob would try anything with her.

I responded to Vicki's admission to wanting Bob to fuck 
her by reaching over and slipping first one and then 
the other of the shoulder straps of Vicki's new top 
down off of her shoulders. Vicki let me and then 
slipped her arms out of the straps. Together we both 
kind of pulled the top down over her boobs and exposed 
them both completely. Then we began making out--waiting 
to be noticed. I guided her hand down to my already 
hard cock that was sticking out of the leg of my cotton 
jogging shorts.

Vicki held it for a second and then let go whispering 
to me, "Raise up some, quick." 

When I did she pulled my short's pants leg up as far as 
she could get it to allow my bag to hang out, and all 
of my cock to show. I began playing with Vicki's 
nipples as she played with my dick, and we went back to 
making out as we waited to be noticed.

In a few minutes the argument between them as to why 
the video was on stopped almost mid-sentence. I think 
at about the same time they turned to us, we looked at 
them. Jenny eyes were already on my hard cock and 
alternately Bob's eyes were on Vicki's exposed breasts 
and looking down at my hand now hidden up the leg of 
her short shorts as I finger fucked her.

In one fluid motion Bob moved closer on the floor in 
front of the sofa that we were on and began to 
apologize for the video, which was still on by the way. 
His eyes were as wide looking at Vicki's boobs and me 
playing with her pussy in front of him--as a kid on 
Christmas morning. Bob's hand simply reached out 
instinctively--maybe because he was drunk or maybe 
because the whole scene was so erotic, them fucking on 
the big screen TV and Vicki and I petting in front of 
them--and he began touching and playing with Vicki's 
one neglected boob. Jenny jumped up as if to leave mad, 
but as she came by me, her eyes were not looking at the 
door.  

As she hesitated slightly to stare of my balls and my 
cock in Vicki's hand, I took hold of her wrist and 
pulled her gently back towards the sofa. Drunk, she 
landed halfway on the arm of the sofa and halfway in my 
lap. I simply wanted to talk her out of being mad and 
leaving, but the pull and her fall had the effect of 
pulling the crop top blouse up and over one of her bare 
breasts. This was getting interesting.

Bob now got up on his knees in front of Vicki and was 
playing with both of her breasts completely 
uninhibited--and was now leaning over sucking her 
nipples each in turn--first one, then the other. As he 
knelt there he was pulling down his jogging shorts and 
underwear with one hand to his knees exposing his stiff 
cock for Vicki to see. Vicki was drunk enough--and hot 
enough--that she was letting me finger her in front of 
him, and obviously intended to live up to what she 
asked about in the kitchen because now her other hand 
was firmly holding Bob's dick too. One in each hand as 
we had always talked about her doing. HOT! 

Jenny's breasts were in my face. I was massaging first 
one and then the other and then I took my hand from 
them and stuck it down the elastic waistband of her 
shorts and guided my fingers inside her leg of her 
panties and into her soaking wet pussy. This made Jenny 
wiggle around so she could get to my dick and she 
promptly but gently took Vicki's hand off my cock so 
she could hold it instead. She winked at Vicki and said 
smiling, "Bob's got a handful.....don't he? He's got 
more than enough to keep you busy, let me have one 
too." 

So now we had a party going on alright.

Picture this. Vicki and I sat side beside on the sofa. 
Right next to each other Jenny and Bob were now both 
kneeling in front of us. Jenny had pulled my shorts 
off. Vicki had long since raised up at Bob's prompting 
just enough that he could pull hers completely off too. 
Jenny was sucking my dick and Bob's face was buried in 
Vicki's natural untrimmed bush and was eating her pussy 
so well that her head was laid back on the back of the 
sofa and her eyes were closed. 

Vicki kept on slowly sliding her hand up to the head of 
Bob's hard cock and then back towards his balls. Both 
girls' tops just as well had been completely off. Bob's 
shorts were down to his knees and though I had not seen 
her do it Jenny had managed to get her shorts off too. 
It's too bad we didn't have a camera running. If we 
thought watching Bob fuck Jenny was nasty, imagine 
seeing this later on video.

I gently nudged Vicki with my elbow, and she raised her 
head and looked at me with hazy eyes. Bob was not 
letting up and Vicki was cumming even as I was looking 
at her face. A few tears were on her cheek, and I knew 
instantly he had just made her cum really hard. Bob was 
doing everything just the way Vicki liked it done. I 
quietly mouthed an apology for letting Jenny suck me 
off. I knew Vicki had always said she'd be glad to get 
fucked by a guy in a threesome or a couple even, but I 
was never to get any. 

Even knowing how she felt I couldn't make Jenny stop 
licking my balls and shaft. I had already cum in her 
mouth, but I knew I could get hard multiple times if 
Vicki wanted me to fuck her, so I didn't stop Jenny. 
Besides it simply felt too good. Vicki glanced down and 
watched Jenny's head bob up and down on her man's 
shaft, and then said quietly, I didn't think I'd ever 
be able to let anyone do that to my man, but look what 
you're letting a man do to your woman. I shouldn't be 
letting a man other than you do this to me, but I can't 
help it either. Just enjoy this, and we'll talk about 
it later. 

Just then Bob raised his head up and looked at me. Then 
he asked, like a little boy needing permission, "oh 
man, Vicki jacking me off is driving me crazy. I don't 
know if I should ask you this or not, but can I fuck 
Vicki? Would you mind?"

I had always told Vicki I would not only allow her 
this, but make it my doing so she'd never have the 
guilt trip of it happening. I looked at Bob and said, 
"Sure, can't you tell she wants you too?" 

I had seen myself do this in fantasy but I didn't ever 
think it would actually happen in real life. As Bob 
moved forward on his knees humping, hoping drunkenly 
that it would just slide in on it's own--or maybe 
waiting for Vicki to guide it in, I saw he was poking 
the head of it up around Vicki's clit. Each thrust was 
making it slide up through Vicki's lips and hair and 
end up pointing up toward her boobs. 

To keep a promise I once made, I reached over gingerly-
-Vicki watching me all the way. I gritted my teeth and 
thought I can't fucking believe I'm gonna do this, but 
I did. I used the tip of just my index finger to kind 
of push his hard shaft down an inch or so until the 
head popped into Vicki's waiting hole. After watching 
the whole thing, how I had helped Bob get it in to fuck 
her, she turned to me and told me she loved me very, 
very much. 

I said smiling, "You better, that the first and the 
last time for that."

Bob was in his own world fucking my Vicki from that 
point on. 

Vicki and I had our arms tightly around each other and 
was kissing each other more tenderly than we had for a 
long time as we both allowed Bob to kneel in front of 
her and screw her.

After a bit though Bob began to make it known through 
his actions that he wanted Vicki all to himself. I took 
my arms from around Vicki and let her go to him. When 
Vicki and Bob began to hold each other and kiss each 
other, it was obvious it was time for Jenny and I to 
get up to give them some privacy. We went into the 
bedroom. The bed had to be more comfortable and 
rewarding for her than it was to be on her knees 
sucking me, but not getting any herself. 

We fucked each other like we really meant it for what 
seemed like an hour. When we finally finished we had 
each sobered up quite a lot and were realizing fully 
now that we had just fucked our neighbor. Of course 
since the sobering up process wasn't instant we were 
not in shock or anything about it by now. We actually 
laid and joked and laughed softly about how the hell 
did this all happen as we finished our 2nd time. 

After cleaning up a bit we both realized our clothes 
were still in the living room so we eased back out 
there, not knowing what we'd see as we did, to get 
them. Bob was on his back on the living room floor 
reaching up holding one of Vicki's breasts in each of 
his hands. Vicki was straddling him and giving him the 
fuck of his lifetime. Even though I was drained, I 
envied Bob for a split second because I knew what he 
was feeling as she rode him. Bob moaned non-stop the 
whole while, gasping out short sentences about loving 
her big firm tits, and how she was the best fuck he's 
ever had. 

I looked at Jenny and said, "Don't you believe that. 
It's just things guys say during sex. I've had you both 
and you are damned good!" That got me a smile and a 
kiss on a cheek and an uncharacteristically shy, 
blushing, "thanks."

Jenny and I slipped past them quietly and sat down on 
the sofa to get dressed. We were both watching them 
screw as we did. Bob, completely sober now, was saying 
he'd never been fucked this hard or this well by 
anyone, but seemed to swallow that compliment mid-
sentence when he noticed Jenny and I was right there 
listening and watching. Then he said, "Sorry guys, but 
this is our third time, she is unbelievable--better 
than I ever imagined." 

At hearing that Jenny shot a quip back to Bob about how 
well I had made her cum and how many times. I said, 
"There, there kids, none of that. We ALL had a good 
time, right?" 

Because Vicki had kept riding Bob's cock all this time 
in front of us, Jenny decided to lean over to see if 
she sucked me, if I'd get hard again. I know she wanted 
Bob to see her sucking me off so I'd fuck her in front 
of him. Bob watched his wife sucking my cock as 
intently as I was watching my girl fuck him so well in 
front of me. 

I let Jenny suck me back to full hardness, but when it 
was fully erect, I eased away from her and got down on 
the floor. I lightly tapped Vicki on the shoulder and 
said kidding, "excuse me, may I cut in on this dance?" 
Vicki got off of Bob and laid down on her back and 
raised her spread legs for me. I mounted Vicki in front 
of them and we made love, MADE LOVE, for longer than we 
ever had before. 

Nothing mattered. Not that I was sliding my cock in and 
out of my ladies pussy, full of another man's cum. Not 
that Jenny's saliva and cum had lubricated my cock for 
my lover. Not that they were both watching. The only  
thing that mattered right then was each other and we 
made them see that. When we finally finished, they were 
gone. It was nearly morning.

After showering we slept for a long time that next day. 
We got up about 4 p.m. and got dressed and decided we 
were both starving. It was either leftover BBQ--left 
laying out on the table all night long, or something 
out. Going out won. I asked Vicki if we should ask Bob 
and Jenny if they had eaten yet--maybe go out with us? 
She smiled and agreed. 

We REALLY liked them as friends. Vicki said she'd 
really not want anything to happen to cost us their 
friendship and if we went over there and they were cold 
or whatever towards us--she thought we should each do 
whatever we had to do to make the relationship good 
again. I agreed.

Whatever it took--WHATEVER IT TOOK, we'd do it to make 
sure the relationship wasn't hurt. 

We had wanted fantasy neighbors who we could get into 
that kind of situation with for years, and we had 
created fantasy after fantasy about having friends just 
like Bob and Jenny. Now that we'd found all that and 
they were our best friends too, no sense acting like 
now we couldn't be friends anymore because of last 
night. 

We fed the dogs and locked the front door and said to 
each other, let's go do this. Better to test the waters 
now--immediately after last night, rather than wait to 
see if the embarrassment of fucking each other had 
ruined our relationship with them. Besides if we didn't 
come over again right away--or call them--or do 
something to show our closeness to them--right now 
especially--they might think it was us that was mad or 
uncomfortable.

Vicki had put on a super sexy top neither Jenny or Bob 
had ever seen and shorts even hotter than yesterday's--
nothing under. No sense acting like nothing sexual had 
happened between us. I got spiffed up in an expensive 
designer silk-screened 'T' and Nike jogging shorts, and 
we went next door and knocked. 

Jenny answered the door and immediately came out, 
rushing out was more like it, to hug first Vicki in a 
very long embrace, and then me. Then she blurted out, 
"I'm so relieved to see you both. We were so afraid 
you'd think badly of us after last night happened, and 
you'd never speak to us again... come in, please." The 
girls hugged again and then again. They both reassured 
each other that they still loved each other. 

I mentioned to Jenny we were starving, too much 
exercise and no dinner last night--or breakfast or even 
lunch today!

And that we were wanting to go eat out--would you guys 
like to go eat out with us? Jenny told us she was sure 
they'd go, but Bob was in the shower, and he'd be out 
in a minute. She also mentioned that Bob had been 
really worrying non-stop about how I'd react to him now 
after seeing him and Vicki together last night. Our 
reactions to them was obviously really worrying them 
both. 

Vicki said casually, "We love you guys and BOTH of us 
were so hoping too that we'd still be OK as friends. 
That's why we came over today to show you we're not mad 
or upset by anything that happened. We even said to 
each other we'd do whatever we had too to show you that 
we still love you guys, if you were concerned about 
that. Steve talk to her. And Jenny, would it be alright 
with you if I showed Bob how we feel about him? Where 
do you keep your towels? If you don't mind, I'll take 
him one?" Jenny hugged her and kissed her on the cheek 
again and said, "Closet behind the bedroom door--same 
as in your duplex." 

And they both giggled.

Before walking out of our view into the bedroom on the 
way to the master bath, Vicki stopped and pulled down 
her shorts and stepped out of them. Then she slipped 
the top off over her head in front of us. She looked 
back at us fully nude now, blew me a kiss, mouthed the 
words, "I love you," and then reached into the linen 
closet for a towel to take to Bob. 

I said with a big grin, "Well, I guess there goes 
eating out, huh?" 

Jenny threw her arms around my neck and we kissed for a 
moment and then she said, "I certainly hope not. You're 
VERY good at "eating out" and if you don't mind, I'd 
love it if you'd do that again. I LOVED it! Let's go 
get into bed and wait for them."

We saw Bob and Jenny a lot more often after that. Sex 
wasn't an every time thing though. Oh it happened now 
and then, but it wasn't the central part of why we hung 
out. We never had sex one on one. When it did happen it 
was almost always a foursome. 

Oh a couple of times Jenny had to go out of town on 
real estate meetings and when that happened sometimes 
Bob was invited over to spend the night so we could 
both fuck Vicki, but we had all agreed there'd be no 
one on one fucking. It was just another part of us 
being friends that happened sometimes, but not every 
time we saw each other. What can I say? We all 
genuinely liked each other. 

The problems Vicki and I both thought might pop up 
afterwards if we ever met a guy or a couple and this 
had happened, never materialized. The reason? It wasn't 
Vicki and my fantasy that WE made happen at the BBQ. 

About a week after the first time happened, while Jenny 
and I were on the patio grilling, and Vicki was in the 
kitchen finishing up making a big salad, Bob admitted 
to her that he and Jenny had made the video for just 
one purpose. They were both hoping against hope that an 
opening would come along sometime--somehow, when they 
could "accidentally" bring over the "wrong video" to 
see how we'd react to seeing it. 

If we acted turned on when it came on--even a little--
they had agreed to pick the ball up and run with it, 
doing whatever they had too to nudge us, if needed, in 
hopes they could fuck us both if THEY got something 
going. The extra beer that day was planned to get us 
drunk. The argument was faked. Everything was done in a 
careful plan to set "US" up. Imagine that?

Small world, huh? Even fantasy worlds.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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