Our Neighbor Became My Wife's `Other Lover'

It was late spring and my wife (Valerie) decided she wanted to paint our great room dark green as an accent.  Saturday morning we bought the paint and got an early start.  Valerie used the roller and I took a brush to do the trim work.

About lunchtime our next door neighbor, Marty, knocked on the back door to say hello.  He saw us working, and I guess being bored, he offered to help.  Valerie was wearing cut off Daisy Duke shorts with an inch or so of ass cheek exposed, and a one-size-fits-all white halter top.  It was very loose.  I didn't wonder why he wanted to stick around.  He did seem anxious to help out, and since I did help him put in a skylight the previous summer, I figured he owed me.

The painting turned into a party.  We ordered pizza and did as much laughing and talking as painting.  They horsed around, and at one point she got paint on the back of her leg.  Marty knelt down to wipe it off.  When he stood up he pantomimed to me wiping sweat from his brow.  Valerie was in rare form, flirty as all get-out and teasing the hell out of Marty.

Her halter top was really too big for her.  It was made for an "average" woman, and Valerie has a chest slightly smaller than average.  The result was that as she moved and the top bellowed out, Marty and I were treated to great views of a full breast and nipple.  He didn't waste any opportunity to get looks.

I wasn't sure what Valerie's attitude was toward Marty.  Watching them horse around, I wondered if Valerie would ever be interested in having a little get together with our neighbor.  She had made jokes before about him.  She would make cracks about his "nut hugger" swim trunks, and wondered if he was "getting any."

Several months earlier I had treated her to her first threesome with a friend of mine (Fritz).  That had been a onetime event, but I remember enjoying her pussy after he had spent some time screwing her.  Even though he had spent considerable time screwing her pussy, it was not loose or sloppy.  It felt extra good to me, warm, silky, supple, and extra responsive.

She had enjoyed that experience, but told me she was less than enthusiastic about Fritz.  When I asked her about follow-up experiences she said, "Maybe, but not with Fritz.  Remembering that, I wondered if Marty might be more to her liking.

Fast forward to the evening of our painting party.  We finished the painting, and by some miracle we did a good job.  Valerie said we should grill outside, and told Marty to stay and have dinner with us.  I made burgers on the grill.  Marty brought over one of those huge bottles of wine.  We had a nice little dinner, and drank lots of wine.  After dinner I suggested we watch a movie on the VCR, and found something none of us we had yet seen.

Valerie had changed into another pair of shorts, not quite as short as the other ones.  She was wearing a white cotton tank top again.  Instead of being too big, that one looked two sizes too small.  It pasted to her body like a coat of white paint.  Marty's eyes went to her chest whenever he thought neither of us would notice.  Hell, my eyes were plastered to the same spot.  I was afraid her firm nipples would wear a hole in the material.

I put the tape in and I took one side of the couch.  Valerie snuggled up against me, and Marty sat on the other side, but not on the end, more toward the middle.
We watched the movie for a while when my wife decided she wanted to stretch out next to me.  She lay down on the couch with her head on my lap and her feet close to Marty, knees up, since there wasn't room to stretch all the way out.

Marty noticed that, and said he would move to the chair to give her room to stretch.  She told him he couldn't see the TV from the chair, and asked if he didn't mind lending his lap.  She stretched out and laid her calves right on top of his thighs.  Marty's eyes were on her, but he maintained his composure.

Valerie kept stretching out like she was stiff (Ha, it was Marty who was stiff).  I started to massage her arms and shoulders.  She stretched out her legs more, and then parted her legs just a bit.  Her shorts were riding upwards, and if he looked he could see a little lace under the denim.  

She complained she was stiff everywhere.  As I massaged her, Marty took a chance.  He placed one hand on her leg near her knee, and rubbed a little.  She said, "Oh yeah, there you go, that helps."  Taking his cue, his other hand went to her thigh, and soon both hands were running up and down her muscular legs.

The more Marty rubbed, the further Valerie's legs parted.  Thinking back to our earlier session with Fritz, I knew what was coming next, and I was excited by it.  I took a chance and pulled up the edge of her tank top to rub her belly.  Then I pulled it up more to expose her breasts.  No resistance from her.

She actually put her arms up over her head.  I took that to mean she wanted the top off.  Who was I to ignore her signal.  I pulled it up and off of her.  She lay there topless, and Marty's eyes were glued to her perky breasts.  Her nipples were firm and as hard as pebbles.  I knew she was excited.  

I also concluded that she wanted Marty, and I thought that he could be a great partner for us.  I reached down, unbuttoned her shorts, and unzipped them.  I opened the flaps to expose her lower belly and the top of her panties.  Still no resistance from her.  I rubbed her there, and she squirmed.  Marty's hands went very high on her thighs, and I saw one of his fingers sneak under the hem.

The next move was hers.  Both of us had made our desires obvious.  Valerie, knowing that, raised her ass off the couch a little.  Although that was such a minor move, it said so much.  It was all at once both access and permission.
Raising her ass of course allowed Marty to pull her shorts off, which was exactly what Marty did.  That left her in her panties only.

Moments later she softly said, "Don't stop there," and raised her ass one more time.  Marty grabbed her panties along the waist, and pulled them down and off.  She was totally naked, and my sexy wife looked heavenly.

She had her pussy hair still trimmed to almost nothing from our recent trip to St Maarten, and with her legs slightly apart, Marty was staring right at her bare pussy.

Valerie then started to move her legs a little, rubbing Marty's groin.  It looked to me like his shorts were about to burst.  I think I was even more erect than he was.

Marty resumed caressing her thighs.  My hand went to the little valley between her hip and her leg, and caressed her silken skin.  Marty was touching her inner thigh less than an inch from her pussy.  Valerie moved herself to force her pussy closer to his finger.  He got the idea.  His finger went to her labia and touched her little pussy lips.  She jumped a little.  His finger went in a little, and he was rubbing her up and down.  She was very wet, and Marty's finger was shiny with her juices.

She was squirming off the couch at that point.  Then all of a sudden she sat up, sidled over to Marty, and sat on his lap, facing him.  She reached down and pulled off his T-shirt.  She rubbed herself against his chest, and his hands went to her breasts.  

She moved back and off him, onto her knees in front of him.  She unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts, taking hold of his shorts and underwear in one move.  As he lifted his rump off the couch, she slid them off and tossed them behind her across the room.

She slid back up on his lap and rubbed her hips up and down.  Clearly she knew she was rubbing her pussy against his hard cock.  As they kissed, she raised up.  Finding the proper aim, she slid back down.  They both moaned as Marty's cock entered her pussy.

She did most of the work, raising her hips, then sliding back down in a rhythm.  He was making sounds of pleasure, as was Val.  At one point he whispered, "It has been a while."  She said it was okay, and to just relax.  She moved more, and his sounds became more rapid.  

As I watched her move on his lap, Marty's hands cupped her ass cheeks.  She started to move faster and faster.  Then Marty cried out.  She ground down against him as he came within her.  It looked like she was milking the cum out of him.  He moaned a long time, spurting out at least 8 months of pent up sexual energy deep into my wife.

She slowed her motions, and eventually stopped while sitting tight against his lap.  Marty was out of breath.  He started to say something, probably to try to explain his cumming in less than 3 minutes, but she shushed him with a kiss.

A moment or so later she lifted up off him, rolled to her side, and plunked down on the couch between us, in a sitting position.  I was in the same spot I was through the whole thing.  Her legs were open, and her pussy lips looked so delectable.  They were puffy with desire, and slick with more cum than I think I've ever seen from a single fuck.  She was lying back, and her ass was midway between the back of the couch and the edge.  Her feet were on the floor and her head was thrown back.

I looked at Marty.  He was still semi-erect.  His cock had flopped over, and was lying on his leg, still dribbling a little.  My wife turned to me and pursed her lips, inviting my kiss.  I stood up and dropped my shorts and T-shirt.  I was totally erect... painfully erect!

I knelt in front of my wife and pulled her toward me.  She slid to the edge of the couch and pressed herself against me.  We locked in a long, slow, passionate French kiss.  Marty got up from the couch to give us room, and I laid my wife down on her back facing up at me.  

I got over her and leaned in to kiss her.  Her legs went around me and pulled me tight to her.  I lowered my dick to her opening, and slid easily into her soaking wet pussy.  Like that first time with Fritz, her pussy was not loose or sloppy, but supple, responsive, warm, and silky.

Within minutes we both came... together.  As she calmed down and her breathing settled to normal, Marty came over to the couch again.  He sat down on the other side of Valerie as she made room for him.  She leaned over and kissed him.  

He touched her breast and massaged her nipple as they kissed.  I kissed her neck and massaged her other nipple.  I could feel her heart beat on her neck, and I sensed it was accelerating.

Valerie then leaned over and put her head into Marty's lap.  He was hard again.  She took his cock into her mouth.  I was kissing the back of her neck as she sucked him.  She sucked him to another orgasm, letting him shoot off in her mouth.  She swallowed all of it, then got back up and sat facing me in my lap.  

She French kissed me again as my cock entered her pussy for the second time.
We made glorious love like that for a longer period that time, until her orgasm flowed over her in waves.  That is her normal orgasm, not the explosive climax she had with me earlier.

I came again too.  After a short rest and a glass of wine she let Marty take her again, in the missionary position on the couch.  I watched with love and awe at my wife pleasing our neighbor.  I was also impressed with how well Marty was pleasing her.

He left later.  Since that time Marty has been her favorite "other lover," and (with my full support) he has had sex with her more times than I can count.  Her frequent sex play with Marty never fails to leave her horny for me later.

