## Archive-name: who_is_that_masked_woman

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Subject: Repost: Who Is That Masked Woman? by Lingus

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Who Is That Masked Woman? By Lingus I travel quite a bit on my job. It's not one of the things I like about my work, but I realize it's part of "paying my dues" and I must admit I'm paid pretty well for it. I'm a service technician for a small company that specializes in computer software for manufacturing plants. It's my job to handle problems in the field when our applications aren't doing what our customers expect them to do. I spend a lot of nights eating dinner alone, having a drink or two at some bar and then watching TV until I fall asleep in my motel bed. If you think this sounds boring, you're right. It's very boring...or at least it was until one night last week.

After eating dinner, I'd dropped into Don's Tap, a seedy bar right across the street from my motel, the Del Ray Inn. The place was deserted except for a couple of guys sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. I ordered my usual Scotch and water and was about to see if the other guys minded if I joined in their conversation when they both lit cigarettes. Since I'm one of those ex-smokers who can no longer tolerate smoke, I decided instead to take my drink as far away as possible which turned out to be a booth along the front wall. There I planned to unwind by nursing my drink for a half- hour or so and then heading back to my room in time to watch the early news and a "Seinfeld" rerun.

The course of the evening suddenly changed when the door to the bar opened and a woman walked in. Any woman who would come alone into a place like this was intriguing enough, but this woman's getup made her even more so. She was dressed in a red leather vest and skirt with a matching red cowboy hat. The skirt was so short that it barely covered her ass when she was standing up and on her feet she wore red cowboy boots. The boots and skirt were linked by a pair of perfectly shaped long legs. With the hat it was hard to tell, but she appeared to have short blonde hair, and a Lone Ranger style mask obscured much of her face. Judging from the way she was dressed and the fact that she was alone, I figured she might be a hooker although I wondered why she would choose such a place to solicit business.

The bartender had also seen her enter and by the time she was seated at the bar, he had poured a drink and set it before her. I heard the two of them mumble something to each other, but I couldn't make out what they said.

"She must be a regular," I brilliantly surmised. "Interesting. Very interesting!"

Since I was already horny from being on the road for three days, I found this mysterious vamp quite arousing, and I was thinking about approaching her when the other two men beat me to it. They also seemed to know her so I decided to wait in the shadows of my booth and see what transpired. I'm glad I did.

When the two guys approached, the woman turned on her bar stool and faced my way. That's when I realized that her vest was completely unbuttoned and she had nothing on under it. The soft inner curves of her breasts were clearly visible as was the crotch of her white panties. This woman's behavior was too blatant for a prostitute unless her services had already been paid for. Maybe she was drunk or high on drugs. I wondered who or what she was.

As she turned from side to side to speak with the men, the woman's appearance became even more indecent. Her breasts pushed the material of her vest aside and soon they were fully revealed. I watched with delight as they bounced about freely and marveled at how unconcerned the woman was about her own nudity. It was as if she didn't realize what was going on. Finally one of the men succumbed to the inviting sight of her magnificent orbs by reaching out and cupping one of them in his hand. This would certainly provoke a negative reaction from the woman. I mean even a whore wouldn't let a guy touch her like that in public.

Still she didn't react. Instead, the woman's manner became more animated and intimate. Except for her immodesty, she showed no other signs of being impaired by alcohol or drugs. After a few more minutes of conversation accompanied by an enthusiastic groping of her chest by both men, the woman put her hand behind one guy's head and pulled his lips to hers. She gave him a passionate kiss before turning to the other guy and doing the same. She then repeated the act with the first guy, but this time her hand reached for his crotch and I could see her fingers stroking his hard cock through his jeans. This too she did with both men. It was obvious this molten vixen was being driven by one thing and it wasn't money. It was raw lust.

The men must have decided that turn-about was fair play for they both responded to the woman's intimate caresses by simultaneously reaching for her panty covered cunt. She reacted enthusiastically to their touch by spreading her thighs apart to give them better access. Soon her head fell back as she neared an orgasm.

The action only a few feet from where I was sitting was developing so quickly that my brain couldn't keep up. My cock, however, was well enough tuned in to have gotten very hard and my hormones had completely taken over my reactions. When I saw the woman grasp the men's erections, it felt for a moment like she was touching me as well. When they began to caress her hot pussy, I nearly leapt forward to join them. Again it was fortunate that I held back...at least for the time being.

I don't remember which of the men did it, but one of them no longer wanted the fabric of her panties in his way so he grasped the waistband firmly and yanked hard. In seconds the fragile white garment was ripped completely from the woman's body and her puffy cunt lips covered by a sparse veil of golden hair were revealed. The men's fingers eagerly jostled for position in the hot wet slit that they had just uncovered and one of them must have found her clit. I noticed the woman jump slightly and gasp. This reaction was soon followed by a series of spasms and moans. The woman had cum.

I've always thought of myself as a pretty worldly guy who's done or seen almost everything, especially when it comes to sexual matters, but I must admit the scene at the bar that night had me amazed. Even though the lewd threesome had already gone much further than I'd ever seen done in public before, I still didn't expect what happened next. I thought the woman would recover her senses and end the encounter by pushing the two men away, or, if she didn't end it, the bartender would dump a bucket of cold water on them and throw them out of the bar. However, neither happened. Instead the party got even hotter as the woman reached for one guy's belt buckle and began to remove his pants. The other guy removed his own and before I knew it, both men were standing there naked from the waist down with their hard poles swaying in the breeze. Instead of making any attempt to stop them, the bartender was leaning on the bar intently watching.

As soon as the woman caught sight of the first exposed cock, she dropped to her knees in front of its owner and sucked it into her mouth. She was certainly an enthusiastic fellatrix, although I doubted that she could do it as well as my wife. Anyhow, the other guy, not willing to be left out, reached down, picked the woman up and gently laid her on the nearest table. Fortunately it happened to be just a few feet from where I was sitting. The woman rolled over on her back and reached again for the cock that she had been savoring. Soon it was back in her mouth and the guy began to rock his hips back and forth as he fucked her face.

The woman was lying with her feet toward me so when the other guy pushed her thighs apart, I had a direct view of her cunt. Her puffy lips were glistening from her own excitement and they looked absolutely delicious. In fact, the sight was so inviting that I instinctively started to get up so that I could go eat her. The guy had plans of his own, however, and before I even got up he stepped into position between her open thighs and quickly slammed his body forward impaling the woman on his tool. For a while longer, at least, I would have to be content with watching.

Watching a live sex show is not one of those things I'd ever done before, and I found this one to be wildly erotic. In fact, it was so erotic that I nearly came in my pants before I knew it was happening. I averted an embarrassing wet spot on my pants...not to mention wasting a good load of cum...by squeezing the head of my cock real hard. I hoped that somehow I'd have an opportunity to make better use of that cum before the night was over.

As her body rocked back and forth in response to the boffing that she was getting, the woman's hat finally fell off. She made no effort to recover it, and I finally saw that she had very short blonde hair. In fact, her hair was shorter than mine. I hoped that her mask might also fall off so I could see her face, but it remained firmly in place.

The guy who was fucking her held out for a lot longer than I would have been able to, but finally his breathing became irregular and then his body stiffened as he pumped a load of cum into the woman's eager opening. The woman herself had at least two more orgasms before he finished. Again

also nearly came, but the same painful treatment did the trick for the second time.

The fellow who'd been getting sucked waited for a few seconds while his buddy recovered before he moved around and literally pulled his friend out of the way. As he did so I got a quick glimpse of the woman's cunt again and saw a large blob of cum oozing from it. It was a wonderfully depraved sight.

As soon as the second guy started the old "in and out" routine, the bartender headed around the end of the bar. When he appeared I noticed that he had already taken off his pants and his erect cock was also waving in the breeze. I did a double take when I saw it because it was the largest I have ever seen. He told me later that on a good night he can offer a woman ten inches of fun and that must have been one of his best nights. In spite of its size, his monster was eagerly attacked by the woman and I watched in awe as she quickly worked her mouth and throat around most of it. That's something I'd never seen before except in the movie "Deep Throat." It was quite a feat.

Cock number two put up a good fight, but finally it too surrendered after spewing forth its load of hot jism deep in the woman's love canal. I expected the bartender would take his place, but I was wrong. Instead when the second spent cock was clear of the work area, the bartender looked over in my direction and beckoned. At first I didn't realize what he meant so he waved at me. When I still didn't respond, he spoke.

"Alright buddy, it's your turn," he ordered, "that is of course, unless you don't want some of the best piece of ass this side of the Rockies."

I still wasn't sure he meant me so I stood up and pointed at myself.

"You mean me?" I asked.

"Are you sitting with somebody that I don't see?" he replied sarcastically. "Of course I mean you. Now hurry up and get at it! You can't keep this lady waiting any longer."

Well, I've never gotten my pants off so fast in all my life. As I mentioned earlier, if I'd had my druthers I would have liked to eat this woman's hot cunt before fucking her, but since she was already full of two loads of cum, I decided to just get on with the main event. The woman seemed oblivious to my exchange with the bartender and did not hesitate in her vigorous oral attack on his immense schlong. It wasn't until I slipped my very ordinary six and a half inch dick into her that she looked to see who was doing the honors. Both she and I were in for one unbelievable surprise.

"Ron!" She exclaimed. "Oh my gawd! Ron Bostic, is that you?"

I couldn't believe it. This woman, whomever she was, knew me.

"Honey," she said loudly. "I'm getting fucked by our old neighbor Ron Bostic. Oh my gawd!" she repeated.

Somehow the fact that I'd been recognized didn't have the debilitating effect that I would expect under such circumstances. Perhaps it had something to do with the woman's graphic language, or perhaps it was the realization that I was apparently fucking a woman that I knew, but whatever the reason, my cock got even harder as I continued to pound this woman's cunt.

As I kept up the vigorous rhythm of my strokes, the woman began to respond by rocking her pelvis just as vigorously. I knew that I wasn't going to last nearly as long as either of the previous two men even though I was getting very sloppy thirds. The woman's verbal encouragement made me cum even faster.

"Fuck me Ron. Fuck me harder Ron!" she began to chant.

I did my best, but all too soon I felt a sharp spasm at the base of my cock and then blast after blast of hot cum shot into my mystery lover's vagina. I was so spent that I collapsed on top of her.

As I lay quietly catching my breath my lover whispered "That was great Ron. I'm so glad I finally got to do it with you. I've wanted that for a long time," she confessed excitedly. Then she placed her hands under my chin and pulled my face to hers and gave me a kiss. It wasn't the same passionate sort of kiss that I'd seen her give the other two men earlier, but it was more of a friendly, affectionate kiss. It felt wonderful. I kissed her back and pulled myself up onto my elbows.

"OK, so who have I just had the great pleasure of screwing?" I asked as I looked down at her.

"It's Jill," she replied quietly as she grasped her mask and pulled it away. "Jill Matthews. Remember me?"

I recognized her name and her face at the same time. The woman I'd just watched put on the most wantonly depraved exhibition I'd ever seen used to be my neighbor. She and her husband Wally lived across the street for four or five years until they moved away two years ago. Although I'd had more than a few lustful thoughts about this woman, I'd never dreamed that she'd had any interest in me or that she would ever fuck around. In fact she and Wally were one couple that I couldn't imagine ever doing anything even as tame as watching a dirty movie.

"Where's Wally?" I asked when it suddenly occurred to me that her husband might be around somewhere.

"I'm right here Ron," came a voice from the shadows across the room.

"Oh my gawd!" it was my turn to exclaim. "I'm sorry Wally. I had no idea who she was," I blurted as an explanation and apology. For the moment all I could think of was that I'd just fucked a friend's wife. That usually isn't a good thing to do.

"No problem, Ron," Wally said as he walked into my view. "Jill's told me many times that she wished she'd had a chance to play our game with you. We just never felt we could take a chance in case you didn't approve."

"Well, I guess we know the answer to that now, don't we?" I laughed. "Too bad we had to wait so long to find out, but believe me, it was worth the wait."

"All right. Enough already," a male voice bellowed. "I'm glad you old friends finally got together, but I hope you remember that I'm not done yet." It was the bartender.

"Oh, don't worry Don," Jill said as she turned her attention back to him. "I know you haven't had your turn yet. I don't feel like I've been stretched to the limit like I always do when after you're done with me. Come on around here and let's do the dirty deed!" she ordered.

Given the break in the action and the fact that there were now four men standing nearby watching the action, I was surprised that Don could still perform. His enormous tool was still engorged, however, and he moved into position to make his assault on Jill Matthews' dripping cunt. I watched in awe as he slowly inserted all but an inch or two of his ten plus inches into her. I moved closer to get a better look before Don leaned forward obscuring my view. As it filled her love cavity his cock forced out most of the three loads of cum that had recently been deposited there. It was quite a sight to see all of that cum oozing out and running down past her asshole onto the table.

Don began his thrusts slowly and gently but before long he was ramming it to Jill as vigorously as any of the rest of us. Jill's body bounced back and forth as she met his thrusts. She obviously found Don's great size very satisfying for she came twice while Don fucked her and she came again as he pumped a final load into her. This time she was very vocal about her climax and I feared that people passing by on the street might hear her.

Don's orgasm marked the end of the orgy. The four of us guys pulled up our pants and gently put away our spent equipment. I wondered how Jill was going to cover herself when she left and saw that she and Wally had planned ahead by bringing along a raincoat for her to wear. As he helped his wife slip on her coat, Wally asked if I would like to join them for a cup of coffee or a drink somewhere so we could talk.

"We've got a lot of catching up to do on our old neighbors," he said with a grin.

"Yeah, and you've got some explaining to do too," I replied.

"Fair enough," Wally agreed, "but first we'd better stop at our room so Jill can change into something more presentable. I don't think she's up to any more fooling around tonight."

"You got that right buster," Jill shot back having overheard her husband's remark. "Ron, what do you think of a guy who dresses his wife up like a whore and takes her out so he can watch her get gang banged...and what do you think of a wife who'd do such a thing?"

"I've never seen anything so sexy before in my life," I replied candidly.

"Really? You really think that was sexy...or slutty?" Jill pressed. She sounded serious.

I thought for a moment before replying "Both I guess. All I know is that I damn near came in my pants twice," I confessed.

"But I'll bet it's not something you'd find so sexy or exciting if it was Marty who was doing it," Jill continued. Jill's remark really took me by surprise and I guess it showed. What had just happened in the bar was certainly not something I'd ever even imagined Marty doing. The mere mention of my wife fucking a group of men like that gave me a knot in my stomach.

"I thought not," Jill went on. "Most men feel the same way you do, but

happen to be married to a guy who finds what I just did the most exciting thing he can imagine."

"Really?" I said as I gave Wally a puzzled look.

"That's right, Ron," he confirmed. "It is the most exciting thing I've ever seen, but that's not the whole story. What Jill isn't telling you is that she loves it at least as much as I do. Now, let's get out of here before your paramours get their second wind," he directed as he turned to his wife. "We can talk more later."

The three of us headed across the street to the Del Ray Inn which is where my ex-neighbors were also staying. They invited me to join them in their room while Jill got changed and freshened up, but I declined saying that I needed to go to my room to call Marty. I had forgotten all about making my usual eight-thirty call and by now my wife most likely had already left for work.

"Tell Marty 'hi' for us," Jill said as she went into their room.

"Yeah, sure," I replied. Actually I had no intention of saying anything to my wife about meeting our former neighbors until I had sorted out what

had just done with Jill...and what I had seen her do with the other men. It wasn't that I felt any great sense of guilt about having fucked another woman. It was because of who that other woman was. That may sound a bit insensitive but, although Marty and I hadn't explicitly agreed that infidelity was acceptable when we were apart, she was the one who suggested that we might each be vulnerable to temptation. She spoke of this temptation as something to we needed to understand, however, and not as something we had to avoid. Nonetheless, I was sure that my wife would look far more sympathetically on my having sex with a woman she didn't know, and I feared that she might have very bad feelings toward Jill.

I guess I must have really been engrossed in thought because the next thing I remember was feeling a tap on my shoulder. It was Wally.

"Ron. Ron!" I heard him say. "Are you alright?"

"Oh," I said as I suddenly snapped back to reality. "Sorry, Wally. I guess my mind is still boggled by what happened across the street."

"I can understand that," my friend responded with a grin. "Why don't you go call Marty and then meet us in the coffee shop when you're ready. Then we can talk about it some more."

"That's a good idea," I agreed.

As I had expected, my call to Marty was already too late. She wasn't home but at least I left her a message that I'd called. I lied and said that I'd had to work later than usual to explain why I hadn't called before she left. That happened fairly often so she wouldn't think anything of it. Before I went to meet the Matthews again, I cleaned myself up a bit and splashed on a little after-shave. I suspected that I smelled like sex and I knew I smelled like stale cigarette smoke.

The motel's restaurant was pretentiously named "The Beach Club" but it really was a small dark room with a few decorations hinting at a cabana theme. When I arrived I was relieved to find no one else there. There wasn't even a waitress around. I was feeling terribly confused and self- conscious about what had happened earlier, and I wondered how Jill and Wally would react when they saw me again. My relationship with these two old friends would never be the same again, and I was afraid that the change would be for the worse.

The Matthews arrived soon after I sat down, sparing me any further reflection. Jill had put on blue jeans and a cotton blouse, and I was relieved to see her wearing the same big smile that I remembered. The Jill Matthews that I used to know had suddenly reappeared.

"Well, now that's a change," I said when I saw her. "Except for the short hair, this is the woman that I remember from back on Brewster Court."

"So which one of us do you like better?" Jill asked with a twinkle in her eye. "Do you prefer the plain Jane woman next door or the trampy slut who loves to fuck strange men in dumpy bars?"

"Well, that's an intriguing question," I replied chuckling at the extremes of those two images. "I must take exception to your description of yourself as a plain Jane though. That was never my opinion of you at all."

"Oh really? That's interesting. So what exactly did you think of me?" Jill asked earnestly. "I mean, by the time you and Marty moved in I was trying very hard to never let anyone from home or work get even a hint of how horny and wild I got sometimes. Wally and I had learned the hard way just how risky it was when the wrong people found out about our unorthodox sex life. You didn't know or suspect anything, did you?"

"No. I sure didn't," I assured her. "In fact, Marty and I were certain that you two were the most strait-laced couple we knew. That didn't stop me from thinking having sexy thoughts about you," I concluded.

"Such as?" Jill pressed.

"Well..ah..ah, I'm not sure I should say that," I stammered.

"Aw, come on, Ron," Wally interjected impatiently, "I just watched you fuck my wife, remember, and you sure didn't seem shy about that. Neither of us objected either. Now what's the big deal about erotic thoughts you may have had about her in the past? Fact is, I'm rather fascinated to hear that you were attracted to her that way."

"So am I," his wife concurred. "So what did you think about?" "I guess you're right," I agreed with a nervous laugh. "My hesitation is rather silly isn't it? It's just that right now my brain is doing my thinking and not my dick."

"Ron, there's a time and a place for each," Wally said as he and his wife both laughed. "So you fantasized about fucking my wife? Is that it?"

"Yes, sometimes I did," I confessed, "but most often I just imagined what it would be like to eat her."

"Wow! That's great!" Jill exclaimed. "So you wanted to eat my pussy. Gee, now I really wish I'd known how you felt about such things. You are talking to one woman who loves to have her pussy eaten. In fact, that's the only bad part about getting together with Don and his buddies. They just aren't into that. Some of his friends have tried a time or two, but Don always tells them to get on with the real action and none of them seemed very good at it anyhow."

"Holy shit! You mean you've gotten together with the men at that bar before," I exclaimed.

"We've gotten together with Don about once a month since we moved to this area," Wally replied, "and we went there four or five times before that."

"As you may have noticed, Don has the largest cock I've ever had," Jill said candidly, "and I've had dozens...probably hundreds...of them. He's pretty good at using it too."

"Yes, he was huge. I was amazed at how much of it you could take," I observed. "You did a pretty good job on it."

"As Wally just said, I've had a lot of practice with Don. I've promised myself that someday I'm going to take his monster all the way in my mouth and my pussy," Jill announced. "The only problem is, I think the damn thing keeps growing. It certainly didn't seem nearly as large the first few times as it's been lately."

"Well, that explains why he seemed to know what you wanted to drink when you walked in. So, what about the other two men? They seemed to know you too."

"No. Actually tonight was my first time with either of them. Don always arranges for two or three of his buddies to be there to help him when he knows we're dropping by. We let them party with me a few times before he has to find some new ones. We've learned that after awhile some of these men get the idea that I should be available to them whenever they like, and they've even tried to find out where we live by getting our license number and stuff like that. It got sort of scary once when one of them did show up at our house. Fortunately we got a hold of Don who said something to the guy on the phone and the guy drove away and hasn't been seen since. I think Don has some pretty rough connections...besides his incredible cock."

A waitress suddenly appeared out of nowhere and our conversation abruptly stopped. I think all three of us wondered what, if anything, she might have heard of what we were discussing. Fortunately she didn't show any signs of being upset or curious as she took our order for three cups of coffee.

"So, Ron, how was Marty?" Jill asked changing to a safe subject.

"Fine, I'm sure," I replied. "Actually I didn't get to talk to her because she'd already left for work. I just left her a message."

"Do remember to tell her 'hi' for me next time you talk to her," Jill repeated.

"I have to think about that," I replied. "I'm really not sure at the moment what to tell Marty about having run into the two of you. I don't think she'd be very happy to know the intimate circumstances of our meeting," I continued. I explained to Jill and Wally the sort of unspoken understanding that Marty and I had about such things, and that I didn't think Marty would be very surprised or upset if she found I'd gone to bed with some woman she didn't know. "But I'm pretty sure she'd feel differently about my having screwed someone she knew so well," I concluded.

"I understand," Jill replied thoughtfully, "but you say that she's pretty much given you permission to have sex with other women when you're away from home. Is that right?"

"That's how I read what she said," I answered. "We've never talked in real specific terms about it though. I've tried to, but she always changes the subject."

"It sounds to me like Marty is saying 'do what you want or need to do, but I don't want to know the details.' Is that it?" Wally suggested.

"Sort of, I guess, except that I think she meant it works both ways,"

replied.

"So has Marty ever gone to bed with another guy then?" Jill asked.

"Not that I know of, for sure anyhow," I responded. "There have been a couple of times that I've suspected she might have done something but it sure hasn't been a regular thing."

"Ron, how would you feel if you knew for sure that Marty was putting out for other men...not with any romance involved, but just for the physical pleasure?" Wally asked.

"Wally, you know I'm really not sure. Maybe that sounds like a dumb answer, but I really don't know. I never gave it much thought, and I've always had a pretty traditional attitude...especially on things like that, but now I'm not so sure."

"Why do you say that?" Wally asked. "Did something happen?"

"Yes, sort of, at least. Like I said, I think Marty may have actually done it a couple of times. The last time was about six months ago."

"What happened?" Jill asked. "Now you're gotten me curious about a woman I was certain would never do such a thing."

"Well, one night when I called home I asked to talk to the kids and Marty said they were at a friends' house for the night."

"Is that unusual?" Jill queried.

"No. Not really. They do it fairly often. That's not what was suspicious."

"What then?" Jill pressed impatiently.

"I heard a man's voice say 'what do you want with your bourbon?' He sounded sort of in the distance, but I heard the words clearly."

"Oh, oh. What then?"

"I asked her what was going on and there was a short pause. I think she might have put her hand over the phone and told the guy to be quiet. When I repeated my question, she replied that she'd had the TV on too loud and had to turn it down."

"Hmmm, that's interesting, but her explanation is certainly possible," Wally observed. "Is that all there was to it?"

"Pretty much, except for one other thing."

"What's that?" again Jill asked as she got more impatient.

"Usually on nights when the kids aren't home and Marty's alone, I have a real problem getting off the phone. Our conversations sometimes go on for nearly an hour. I guess she feels lonely and needs me to talk to. That night, however, the call didn't last but a minute or two at the most. Then she said that she had to go because she had some laundry to do. That's the only time that's ever happened."

"Ron, you may be right. It does sound a little bit suspicious. But tell me, how did you feel when it happened? Were you upset? Did you want to go home right away and check things out?" Wally asked.

"Wally, that's the funny part. Yes, I was a little upset...at least at first, but I guess that I must have sat and thought about it for a couple of hours. Visions of Marty sucking on some strange cock kept popping into my head. I finally had to jerk myself off before I could get to sleep."

"Ron, I hate to have to tell you this," Wally said, "but it sounds like you're a voyeur."

"It sure does," Jill agreed.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked indignantly. "I've never peeped at anyone in my life...well, at least not since a bunch of us sneaked a look into the girls' locker room in college."

"Ron, voyeurs aren't necessarily peeping toms. That sort of thing can get you in real trouble. A voyeur is just someone who likes to watch. From what you've just said, you may be the same sort of voyeur as me," Wally explained.

"What do you mean?"

"I love to watch my wife having sex with other men," he replied. "It's just as simple...and as bizarre as that."

For the next couple of hours the three of us sat in the Beach Club and talked about voyeurs and exhibitionists. We also talked for a little while about some of our other neighbors, but I kept steering the conversation back to Wally and Jill's unusual "game" as they called it.

During that time I learned that they'd been indulging in this practice since shortly after they were married nearly ten years ago. This meant that they were doing it the entire time I'd known them. Jill told me under penalty of having my cock surgically removed if I ever repeated the story, that one year at our annual block party she'd had a little too much to drink and ended up in bed with Harry Snider, a fiftyish guy who still lives next door to us. Wally then told me that Jill got together regularly with Gil Morrison, the previous owner of the house that Marty and I bought.

"Our fun with the neighbors ended when Harry got bad dose of a guilty conscience several months later and blabbed to his wife. Diane wasn't amused and made a lot of ominous sounding threats about who she was going to tell about what a slut I was," Jill explained. "Fortunately Wally was successful in persuading Diane that since she and he had both been wronged, they should retaliate by evening the score."

"You're kidding," I interrupted. "So Wally, did you score with Diane Snider?"

"'Fraid so," Wally said sounding pained.

"Was she as lousy in bed as I would imagine?" I asked thinking of the dour middle-aged woman whose greatest talent was complaining.

"Worse," Wally confirmed. "I did it as a last resort since Diane's threats had begun sounding pretty serious."

"Jeez, I can't imagine doing that myself. I don't think I could get it up," I admitted. "I can see why that would make you find other ways to have fun."

"It caused a lot of sleepless nights and upset stomachs for a month or so," Jill revealed. "Wally and I decided to never try it so close to home again. When the Morrisons finally moved away I had a clean slate on the block. I must admit I really wanted to test the waters with you when you moved in, but finally we decided against it."

"That's too bad," I said as I thought about what fun it would have been to be able to eat and fuck one of the sexiest women in the neighborhood. "I guess it was my misfortune...until tonight anyhow. I can't believe the bit about Harry and Diane though. That's too funny for words. You're really lucky that Diane has done such a good job of keeping her mouth shut. She can be such a busy-body."

"Well, a few months later I overheard a remark she made about the matter at a party. I made a point right then to put the matter to rest for good," Wally confided.

"I didn't know that," Jill said in disbelief. "How did you do that?"

"I told Diane that if she said another word about your having gone to bed with her husband I was going to tell the neighbors that I knew from personal experience just how easy she was and also how lousy she was in bed. I told her that I would say that I could understand why her husband would want to sleep with any woman besides his wife."

"No shit? You really said that?" Jill said incredulously.

"I sure did, and I used those exact words," Wally said with a grin.

"No wonder the woman wouldn't speak to me for the last six months we lived there. That was sort of cruel you know," she added. "Deserved, I agree, but it was still cruel. There's something else about that story that I don't think you know," Jill continued. "Good old Harry...and he was pretty good in bed, I must say...kept after me at least once a month to do it again. Even the day the movers were there loading our stuff he came over and asked if we couldn't have one last farewell 'roll in the hay', as he put it.

was about to say 'yes' when we noticed Diane's car pull in their driveway. He was so disappointed."

Jill, Wally and I shared a few laughs about good times that we'd had together, but the conversation seemed to keep coming back to the Matthews' sex lives. The two of them were amused by my reaction to what they had been up to even during the years I'd known them as neighbors.

"I still can't believe that you could be doing something like that right under my nose," I remarked after Wally told me that occasionally they would have male friends from out of town spend the night with them and share their bed.

When I asked them how they got started playing their "game," Wally was again candid with his answer.

"It all started at a class reunion when I found out that my old college roommate and his wife were now living in the same city in Ohio that Jill and I had just moved to. The four of us became good friends and did a lot of things together including having a little too much to drink sometimes."

"And making some pretty suggestive comments as a result," Jill interjected.

"Right," Wally confirmed. "In fact one night when we were all feeling no pain, Jerry...that's my buddy...wondered out loud if Jill was a natural blonde. He told me later that this question had been a matter of concern for him ever since he met Jill at that reunion," Wally said with a laugh.

"Yeah, and when the guy suggested that my hair color was courtesy of Clairol, I proceeded to prove him wrong," Jill said still sounding mildly offended.

"You mean you stripped?" I questioned as I pictured the scene.

"I took off my jeans and pulled down my panties far enough to let him see some of my natural blonde hair," she replied.

"Sounds like fun," I responded with a grin. "Some guys have all the luck. If I ever posed a question like that to a woman, I'd probably get my face slapped or a knee in the groin. So what happened next?"

"I wasn't going to let Jerry be the only one getting a peek so I asked Debbie, his wife, if she was a natural brunette," Wally replied.

"I was afraid Debbie might be upset that I'd flashed her husband," Jill observed, "but she didn't waste any time matching me. Since she was wearing sheer lace panties, it was pretty obvious that her hair color was natural even before she pulled her panties down and gave us all a quick peek," Jill reported.

"This is really beginning to sound interesting. Then what?" I pressed.

"Debbie told the guys that now it was their turn and neither of them hesitated. As soon as their shorts were visible, us gals saw that our little show had caused a natural reaction," Jill continued. "I looked at Jerry's bulge and without thinking asked 'Jerry, is that real?' He suggested that I should check to be sure."

"No shit. You've always been a cheeky broad haven't you?" I said with amusement.

"Yes, and getting worse all the time," Wally, her husband, confirmed.

"I take it that you followed his suggestion," I said.

"I sure did. I've always liked seeing lumps in guys' pants and I didn't waste any time checking this one out. I pulled down his underwear, and

got so excited when I saw his hard cock that I just kneeled down and popped it in my mouth. At that point I wasn't thinking anymore and I forgot completely about my husband and his wife."

"So what did Debbie do?" I asked thinking she'd get upset seeing another woman sucking her husband's cock."

"She and I were both quite surprised," Wally replied, "and we watched for a minute or two as Jill worked on Jerry's tool. The scene was really making me hot so I pulled my cock out of my shorts and started jerking off. As soon as Debbie saw my erection she pounced on it and forgot all about what my wife was doing with her husband."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "So did the four of you end up swapping all the way then?"

"Yes, and we all enjoyed it so much that we did it pretty regularly for a couple of years," Jill replied.

"Why did you stop?" I asked.

"Debbie went off the pill because they wanted to have a baby. Obviously they also didn't want any confusion as to who the father was. To make a long story short, after the baby she decided she didn't want to do in anymore at all. Jerry kept after her though because he really wanted to get back to screwing my wife, so I guess Debbie finally told him to go ahead and do it without her," Wally explained.

"In fact she got so fed up with Jerry's badgering her that one day she called me up and said she needed a favor," Jill confided. "When I said I'd do anything I could, she said 'well, this is a real biggie.' She told me about Jerry's interest in resuming our 'party nights,' as we used to call them, but that she just wasn't that interested in sex anymore. In fact, she was sure that part of Jerry's problem was that he wasn't getting enough at home anymore. 'I know this sounds really weird,' she said, 'but do you think you could haul my husband's ashes once in a while? I know he would love it, and I sure would be grateful. He's driving me nuts.'"

"Jeez, I can't believe it...a guy's wife asking another woman to have sex with her husband...now that sounds weird...real weird," I commented.

"Yes, I suppose it does now looking back at it," Jill agreed, "but somehow at the time it made sense. I told her that I'd have to discuss it with Wally and then I'd call her back. As soon as I mentioned Wally, her tone changed. Suddenly she became very embarrassed and apologetic. It was as if she'd forgotten that I was married. 'Oh, Jill,' she said, 'I'm so sorry. I didn't think about that. I don't suppose that Wally would like that very much, would he? I mean there isn't very much in this for him, is there?' she realized. 'Jill...Jill...please forget I even mentioned this. I'm really terribly sorry. I guess Jerry's constant whining has made me lose my senses.'"

"What neither Debbie nor Jill knew was that whenever the four of us got together, I got more excited watching my wife with Jerry than I did fucking Debbie...and that's not because Debbie was a lousy lay, because she was really pretty good," Wally interjected. "So when Jill told me about her conversation with Debbie, I didn't brush it off as something funny or sad like she did. I saw this as an exciting new opportunity in our sex life. When I told her that I thought we ought to do it, she damned near fainted from surprise."

"I sure did!" Jill exclaimed. "I couldn't believe my good fortune because I had really enjoyed the variety of having two different sex partners, and I missed not having Jerry's cock around to play with once in awhile. At first, though, I figured that Wally was just going along out of some perverted sense of obligation to our good friends. When he told me that he really got off watching me with Jerry, I thought he was nuts...in fact

guess I still do, but I gave up trying to analyze it a long time ago. Now I just enjoy my great fortune. I mean there aren't many women who have complete freedom to have as many sex partners as they wish like I do."

"No, I'm sure you're right about that," I mused, "but I doubt that many woman are really that interested in that sort of thing either. I mean look at your friend Debbie. I'll bet she's a lot more typical as far as women's interest in sex is concerned."

"Well, you're both wrong," Wally asserted. "I think there are lots of wives who'd love to fuck around but they've just never had the nerve or opportunity to tell their husbands about it. That's too bad, too, because I think there are lots of husbands like me who would really get off on letting their wives do it...especially if they just tried it once."

"Hmmm, do you really think so, Wally?" I asked. "That sounds pretty far fetched to me. I mean I can't really imagine Marty doing anything like that, and I don't think I'd be all that thrilled if I found out I was wrong."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Jill admonished me. "Remember what you said about your suspicions and what she herself said about temptation. It sounds like you may be married to a woman who'd love to be a slut sometimes...forgive me for saying that, but I readily admit that's what I am sometimes, like tonight."

"Yes, and remember, Ron, what you said about your reaction when you suspected something might be going on. Let's face it, we're all brought up to believe that married people don't act like that. Some people are starting at least to think about other options and, it seems, a growing number are actually doing something about it," Wally added. "Times are changing."

Our conversation about my former neighbor's lifestyle could have gone on much longer, but the waitress finally shooed us out so she could lock up and go home. Since it was already getting pretty late, I declined the Matthews' invitation to join them in their room for a nightcap. I had to be on the job by eight-fifteen or so the next morning. Besides, Jill said she was getting pretty tired.

"I can sure understand why," I replied. "That was some workout you got tonight."

"Yes, it sure was. I'd have to say it's the best one I've had in a long time...perhaps ever, and that's because you were a part of it," my sexy ex- neighbor said before giving me another very affectionate kiss. "I hope we can do it again sometime."

"I sure hope so too. I'm already looking forward to it," I admitted.

"So am I," Wally chimed in. "We'll be in touch now that you're in on our little secret. Next time we can even set something up in advance."

I had a hard time sleeping that night as visions of Jill Matthews' naked body being stuffed with cocks kept filling my head. Several times I remember thinking that it had all been a dream. I think I had a hard-on for five or six hours straight and I almost got up in the night to jerk off thinking that might help me sleep. As it turned out, I'm glad I didn't.

The alarm had just gone off a little after six-thirty the next morning and I was still half asleep when I heard a knock at my door. I couldn't imagine who it might be and assumed it was room service coming to the wrong room. In fact I yelled "wrong room" a couple of times but the knocking persisted. Finally I got up and peeked through the hole. It was Jill.

"What are you doing up so early?" I asked sleepily as I opened the door. "I thought you two were going to sleep in." Jill didn't answer as she swept past me into the room. She was wearing the raincoat that she'd worn when she left the bar the night before. Her hair was wet and she looked like she'd just stepped out of the shower.

"Well, Wally is still in bed," she replied, "but I decided that I couldn't let such a perfect opportunity get away."

"What opportunity?" I asked.

"Were you serious last night when you said that you've always wanted to eat me?" Jill asked with a coy smile.

"Why, yes, of course I was," I admitted as I began to get the picture.

"Well, get busy then Ron," she directed as she tossed her coat on a chair and threw herself on my bed. She was stark naked and her hot cunt that I'd fantasized about so many times in the past and that I'd fucked just the night before was now glistening and open before me.

"Breakfast is served," she giggled. "You'd better hurry and eat it before it gets cold."

I dove in. My tongue explored every fold and crevice of Jill Matthews' cunt before I was finished. I don't think I've ever spent as much time eating a woman's pussy as I did hers. I guess she enjoyed it because she came at least once. Whenever my tongue grew tired I'd pause for a moment or two and survey the wonderfully erotic sight of my sexy former neighbor lying on my bed. There was something about having sex with Jill that morning that was even more exciting than the night before. I think it was because this time I knew who she was. Finally, just when my balls felt like they were about to burst, Jill reached down and gently pulled on my arms.

"Ron, thank you. That was wonderful. I've never been eaten so well," Jill flattered me, "but now I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your beautiful cock inside me and I want you to cum in me."

Just hearing her words nearly made me cum, but I held on and crawled forward over her prostrate body until I felt the tip of my cock touch her pussy lips. Jill forced her hand between our bodies and guided my missile to its target. We both moaned softly when I pushed forward and slipped deep inside. I knew immediately that this would be an even better fuck than the first because this time her pussy was only lubricated by her own abundant juices and not by two loads of cum that other men had left there. She also felt tighter because she hadn't been stretched by other cocks and because my cock was harder than ever before. It was incredibly arousing to fuck a woman that I'd always thought of as unavailable and even forbidden.

I'm not sure how long we'd been at it when there was a knock at the door. At first I didn't hear it. I was too wrapped up in what I was doing, but Jill thought she heard something. When I paused momentarily in my thrusting I heard it too.

"Damn!" I swore. "I wonder who that is."

"It's probably Wally," Jill replied. "He said he would stop over after we'd time to have our fun."

I got up and looked around for my pants so I could answer the door. My hard cock waved about in the air as if it were radar seeking its target. Jill looked at me and laughed.

"Oh, don't worry about it. Just open the door a crack and tell him to come back later," she advised. "He'll understand."

I tried to do as she suggested but as soon as I opened the door, Wally burst in. When he saw his wife lying naked on the bed, he realized that he was early.

"Ooops, sorry," he said apologetically. "It looks like you're busy. Mind if I just sit and watch?" he continued as he walked over to a chair and sat down.

"N...n...no, I guess not," I stammered trying to hide my surprise. I suddenly felt very uneasy about Jill's and my nudity and its obvious implication. Wally sensed my discomfort.

"Oh, don't pay any attention to me, Ron," he said. "Remember I've seen this before. Just go back to what you were doing. It looks like you two have some unfinished business."

I don't know how I did it, but I was able to refocus my attention on taking care of the immediate sexual needs of the woman on the bed...Wally's wife...and in just a few more minutes we both had cum. By anyone's account this had been a very successful encounter in spite of...or perhaps because of...its bizarre circumstances.

When I looked up after I caught my breath, I noticed that Wally was standing beside the bed with his clothes off and a hard-on.

"Ron, old buddy, would you mind if we used your bed for a few more minutes while I shag my wife?" he asked.

"That sounds fair," I replied chuckling at the irony of his request. I hastily headed to my bathroom to take a pee because my bladder felt like it was about to burst. Suddenly my uneasiness about the bizarre twist in my relationship with the Matthews resurfaced and, since I was already worried about being late for work, I decided to take my shower and get ready for work while my friends played in the other room.

When I was finished, I opened the bathroom door a crack and peeked out. Wally and Jill were gone, but there was a note lying on my bed..

"There is something that Jill and I would like to talk with you about if you have time. Can you join us for breakfast?" the note said.

That sounded too intriguing to pass up so I called our client's office to say I'd been detained, before calling the Matthews' room to accept their invitation.

When I finally got to work around ten I found a message that Marty had called. I immediately called her back while my mind conjured up an explanation for my missing her last night and being late this morning.

"I ran into a major glitch," I lied when she asked the obvious. "I was here late last night and I worked on it in my room for a while this morning. I think I've got it licked now though," I concluded with a self-satisfied air. I sure wasn't about to tell her what I really did lick that morning nor could I tell her about what Wally and Jill wanted to talk to me about over breakfast.

Wally said it was Jill's idea although Jill blamed it on Wally. Anyhow, all three of us thought it was a good one.

"We're both really pleased that the three of us finally broke the ice," Jill explained. "We'd like to get together again and think it would be even more fun if Marty were included."

"But how can we arrange that?" I asked thinking that Marty probably wouldn't respond well to any direct approach from me, especially if she knew who was involved.

"Well, Wally is planning to be back in Stevensville next month. I suggested he give Marty a call and see if he can get something going with her...that is if it's OK with you, Ron," she explained.

"You never know until you try," Wally added when he saw my look of skepticism. "From what you've said, I'd bet that Marty can be seduced, although it might take some patient effort. Even if I don't get that far, I should get some idea of her interest in fucking other men." I felt a sudden rush as he spoke. The thought of my wife acting like Jill had acted the night before...well, perhaps not to such extreme...was growing on me.

After I spoke with my wife that morning my cock twitched and began to swell again as I kept imagining Wally Matthews' cock slipping into her familiar hot wet pussy. Wally was right about me being a voyeur like him. I was really beginning to hope that Jill was right about my wife's interest as well.

This past weekend Marty said nothing about the fact that Wally had called her on Friday and that the two of them have a dinner date set for early next week. Wally reported to me that she sounded really glad to hear from him and that she was the one who suggested they go to dinner rather than lunch. "That way we won't be so rushed," was her explanation. I can't wait to find out what happens. Suddenly being on the road has become a lot more interesting.

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