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My Wet Neighbour – Part1.


I am a 38 year-old female living in a small seaside town on the South Coast of England. I am 5’4” tall 
with a petite figure and small 34A breasts. I keep my body in good shape for my age with a couple of 
gym sessions a week.

I am married to a decent, hard working man and have a wonderful son of 18. All in all we have a fine 
life on my husband’s good salary even to the extent that I am fortunate enough not to have to work. In 
short, I am what used to be described as ‘a lady of leisure’ pretty much pleasing myself as to what I do 
with my time as long as I cover the responsibilities of being a housewife. All that my husband expects 
of me, is to keep a tidy home, prepare meals for him and my son and to maintain an active sex life with 
him. The latter I am happy to do since I have always been sexually active and, if truth be told, my 
husband is a wonderful, caring and sexy lover. I know the ‘feminist’ brigade might mock me for my 
‘homely’ life style but it suits me just fine.

I guess my life would have continued in the very safe vein but for a chance encounter with my 
neighbour, one day last month. Her name is Anne and she and her husband Dave, have been our 
neighbours for a little over a year now. We have always got on just fine, chatting over the fence etc but 
have never really got to know each other well.  Some of the neighbours seem to be somewhat 
unfriendly towards them which I put down to their being black in a very white neighbourhood. As far 
as I am concerned a person’s colour is totally irrelevant. If I like someone; great! If I don’t; then so be 
it!

Anyway, to return to my story, I had plans to go out briefly one afternoon which I couldn’t avoid and 
by chance, that morning I had received a call from a local shop saying that some furniture we had 
ordered would be delivered at the same time. I really didn’t want to put the delivery off as we had 
already been waiting some time, so I decided to ask Anne if she would let the delivery man in. I called 
round to her house but she wasn’t in, so I returned home and kept an eye out for her, hoping I would 
catch her before having to go out. My trip wasn’t until mid-afternoon so I had plenty of time.

I kept an occasional watch out of my kitchen window, when at about 11.00 am I saw Anne pass by the 
bottom of our driveway carrying some shopping bags. I quickly put some shoes on and made my way 
down our drive and into Anne’s. I figured I would catch her easily but she had already disappeared 
through their side gate, which led to the main door. I walked up the drive and just as I was about to try 
the gate handle I heard a strange moaning sound. It was no more than a whisper and seemed to be like a 
mixture of relief and enjoyment. Almost like he sounds of gently foreplay but totally out of place 
behind the side gate of someone’s house.

I paused for a moment not quite knowing whether to just walk through the gate and knock on the door 
or whether I should knock on the gate itself.  I could still hear the sound but not having a clue what it 
was I decided to go through the gate. I pushed the gate open and took perhaps two paces through it 
before coming to an abrupt halt. Anne was stood no more than ten feet ahead of me, facing away from 
me and leaning with one hand on a low entrance wall. Her legs were straight and slightly apart and her 
shopping bags discarded in the doorway. Most surprising of all was that her jeans on the inner leg were 
soaking wet and she stood in a small puddle. As I watched for what seemed like minutes but could only 
have been seconds, the wetness was spreading around the backside of her jeans. 

Bloody hell ! Anne was wetting herself! Not only that, I could now see her other hand was obviously 
rubbing her crotch. I now heard again the soft moaning and obviously realised it was Anne.

I froze for a minute not knowing what to do and then decided that if she hadn’t seen or heard me come 
through the gate I could simply retreat and walk away. I turned quietly but had taken only a single pace 
when the gate banged shut in the breeze. I turned quickly to face Anne who, hearing the gate, had 
herself spun round. We stood facing each other. I really don’t who was the most embarrassed. I felt like 
a peeping tom and Anne just seemed mortified to be caught pissing her jeans.

For a moment neither of us said anything, then Anne spoke. Well she didn’t so much speak and simply 
blurted out, “I couldn’t get to the door in time!”

“Oh,” was all I could say.

Feeling the need to explain further Anne said, “I couldn’t find my key and I was just bursting.”

I still didn’t really know what to say but the sight of Anne wetting and obviously rubbing herself at the 
same time had sent a tickle through my pussy. Just on the strength of what I had seen I couldn’t be 
totally sure what was going on. However, adding the fact that I had clearly heard her moaning I didn’t 
quite believe her wetness had been just an accident. At this point, I’m not sure what made me do 
anything other than walk away, but instead I found myself saying, “It seemed to me that you were quite 
enjoying the experience.” 

As soon as I spoke I thought I had made a mistake and fully expected Anne to get angry at my 
suggestion. Surprisingly she didn’t. Instead she smiled slightly and said cryptically, “Is that what it 
looked like, is it?”

Fumbling for words I said, “Look, I’m sorry to bother you. I should have knocked. Sorry!” and with 
that turned once more to walk away. Just as I grabbed the gate handle Anne said, “Would YOU have 
enjoyed it?”

I stopped, thought for a moment and said, “I don’t really know.”

“Have you never been caught short?” asked Anne pushing the point.

I responded, “Well yes I have, but never to the point of wetting myself…..well not since I was a child 
anyway.” 

I really didn’t believe I was having this conversation but the fact that we were talking at all, seemed to 
make Anne more confident and she then said, “Well maybe you should try it sometime. It’s quite a 
liberating experience and can be really quite fun you know.”

“So you were enjoying yourself.” I said knowingly and added, “and was it an accident?”

Again Anne smiled and walked over to me. Close enough that I could smell the pee on her jeans. “It 
honestly was an accident this time, but sometimes it isn’t and I always enjoy it.” She said, adding, 
“Does that shock you Mary?

“No I don’t find it shocking. Surprising yes, but shocking no. I’m a woman of the world, I know people 
have many different tastes.” I said, trying to appear as relaxed as Anne but actually feeling very 
nervous of the situation I had blundered into.

Anne continued, “Now you know my little secret, I hope I can count on your discretion. Most people 
wouldn’t be so understanding.”

“Don’t worry, no one will hear it from me!” I assured her.

“Thank you!” she said and leaning forward gave be a friendly kiss on the cheek.

“Do you have time for a coffee?” she asked, “and then you can tell me what is was you came round 
for.”

I knew this was it. The moment to make my apologies and excuse myself or to accept her invitation to 
a coffee and proceed into a situation that I felt would go further. Everything told me to take the former 
option but I found myself saying, “Yeah, a coffee would be nice.” and then following Anne into her 
house watching her tight arse clad in pee soaked jeans. It was really quite surreal!

Anne led me into the kitchen and offered me a seat. She then coolly filled and turned on the kettle 
before turning to me and saying, “It’s really time I got out of these wet clothes.” With that she took two 
paces to her washing machine, kicked of her sneakers, undid her jeans and lowered them to the floor. It 
was all so casual as if it was an everyday occurrence to strip in front of a relative stranger. Once again I 
felt a pleasurable twinge in my pussy. Was I really finding Anne’s little show a turn on? I had certainly 
never thought of myself as anything other than heterosexual but it was undeniable her beautiful firm 
body was having an effect on me. 

Anne now stood in front of me in just a T-shirt and the skimpiest of white panties, which against her 
dark skin looked just glorious. Her legs were long and her arse small and tight. She had a fantastic 
body.  She proceeded to place her discarded clothes in the washing machine then sat down across from 
me. She was obviously in no rush to get dressed. 

I found the situation both strange and yet at the same time I could feel that I was most definitely getting 
turned on. I could feel wetness in my pussy and my nipples hardening. I noticed Anne look at my chest 
and that she could obviously see the signs of my aroused state as my nipples pushed hard against my 
blouse.

Anne spoke gently and with a smile, “So Mary, do you think you might try a little pee fun yourself ? If 
I’m not too much mistaken, I believe you’re excited by what you’ve seen today, aren’t you.”

I started to crumble, “Well , I like to think I’m open minded when it comes to sex, so I just might. You 
never know!”

Anne immediately and disarmingly said, “Why don’t you start now Mary?”

“What do you mean, now?” I replied.

“I mean right here and now Mary. Why don’t you try it here, now with me? We have total privacy and 
I would just love to watch. You know you really are very attractive.”

“Oh I don’t know about that Anne, I’m really not sure that I could.”

“Go on,” she urged me, “I promise you really will love the naughtiness of it, particularly doing it in 
front of someone else and you have my word that it will be strictly between you and me…and after all 
you did watch me.”

“Look,” I said, “I really don’t think I can just sit here and pee myself. I would be too nervous and 
besides it’s just so out of character for me.”

“Well you don’t know until you try. If you don’t enjoy the experience, well then at least you’ve tried it 
once and don’t have to ever repeat it. But trust me, I just know you’ll love it.” Said Anne trying her 
best to convince me.

I have to say I was secretly tempted, still flushed and excited at the site of Anne peeing and then 
stripping her jeans off in front of me.

“Go on……do it for me.” she said looking at me doe-eyed and almost pleading. I think Anne was 
pretty turned on herself by this point.

“Okay, okay.” I blurted, “I’ll do it! I’ll try anything once but I do have your absolute word that this is 
between you and me only. If anyone knew about this I would be just so embarrassed!

“I promise Mary, you have my word,” said Anne.

“Okay. Here goes!” I said with a nervous giggle, as I slowly stood and started to undo my jeans.

“No, no Mary,” said Anne, “keep your jeans on. It enhances the experience. Trust me.”

I sat down again and looked deep into Anne’s eyes, at the same time relaxing myself as much as I 
could. I tried to let go all my muscle tension but I was just too uptight. I just couldn’t pee.

“Look,” said Anne, “I can see you’re nervous. How about if I helped to get you a little turned on again. 
Would that help?”

Not wanting to miss the opportunity I quickly said that it would be worth a try.

Anne pulled her chair back from the table and placed it directly in front of me and about three feet 
away. She then pulled off her T-shirt to reveal the most beautiful small but firm breasts. Raising her 
bum slightly off the chair she pulled her knickers down and kicked them off. Then sitting back she 
spread her legs just enough to expose her pussy to me and said, “That’s better. Now lets see if we can 
get you really juicy.” With that she gently started to masturbate herself with one hand whilst pinching 
and rubbing her nipples with the other. “How’s this for you?” she asked.

I could hardly answer, sat with the most beautiful sexy woman in front of me, openly playing with 
herself and all to get me excited enough to piss myself. Well it was certainly working. My pussy started 
to get very wet and my nipples grew harder than I could remember. I started to rub myself through my 
jeans and at the same time relaxed by bladder. My flow started instantly. As the first emission left me, I 
instinctively stopped it with my muscles, but then relaxing again, managed to really let go. My pee 
started to flow in full force and my jeans immediately changed colour as the piss soaked through.

“That’s great!” said Anne as she started to rub herself harder and faster lifting her arse off the seat to 
get two fingers deep into her cunt.

The feeling for me was just indescribable. As my pee flowed down my legs and started to drip onto the 
kitchen floor I had never felt so alive and naughty. I stared intently at Anne’s pussy as she started to 
come with frantic movements of her hands and hips. “Go on Mary, go on, be dirty for Me” she shouted 
as she reached her final throws.

I couldn’t just sit peeing anymore. I had to deal with my own lust and quickly undid the top of my 
jeans and pulled down to my thighs. My knickers followed far enough down to allow me to spread my 
legs and start to insert fingers into my own pussy. As I did so I pumped the last squirts of piss from 
myself which, deflected by my fingers into a shower, sprayed the floor and Anne’s legs. I was lost in 
lust and couldn’t stop now whatever happened. I had to come and started to shout louder than Anne had 
done, “Oh god, oh god yes. Anne I want to come for you. I want to piss for you. I want to be so dirty 
Anne. Please Anne let me come for you...…Oh God, ooohhhhhh Goodddd!” 

As I came down from my orgasm, reality struck home and I must have looked totally embarrassed. 

Anne said, “Are you okay? Did you like it?” in a tone that gave away her concern that maybe I was 
already regretting what I had done.

I was shocked at what I had done. I still couldn’t quite believe that twenty minutes after calling on my 
neighbour here I was semi-naked in her kitchen with both of us masturbating and pissing for our own 
and each others pleasure. I had to think for a minute to get a grip on reality.

After a long pause, I said “You know Anne, I really can’t believe what we just did and more 
importantly I can’t believe how much I enjoyed it. It was fantastic.”

“I told you Mary, I told you it was great!” said Anne, “Now get those jeans off and I’ll put them in the 
wash with mine.”

I checked my watch.

“Have you got to be somewhere?” asked Anne.

“No, not until this afternoon.” I said.

“Great, then while you clothes wash and dry why don’t you stay her for a while. Would you like that?” 
she said.

“Anne,” I said, “I would like that very much.”

“Great” she said again, “we can get comfy and get to know each other.”

“You should know I’ve never done anything with a woman before Anne.” I said in a tone so 
submissive I surprised myself.

Anne obviously picked up on it and said, “Mary, you shouted that you wanted to come for me and piss 
for me and be dirty for me. Well you will. I will show you what you can do for me and in return, you 
will get to experience things you’ve never thought of. Now get your blouse off and a bra if you’re 
wearing one and follow me.”

I stood and stripped as instructed. Then meekly followed Anne into her living room. Anne sat down, 
and hung her legs over the arms of the chair spreading herself wide. “Now Mary,” she said, knell down 
and lick me. I want you to make me come.”

I did as I was told with total enthusiasm. I tongued and tongued at her pussy trying to bring her off as 
quickly and franticly as I could. Anne threw her head back and enjoyed everything I did to her. So 
many times I could feel her close to coming but each time she pulled back from the brink to extend the 
pleasure she was getting. I was determined to get her off and bought my hands into play. I pushed two 
fingers into her pussy and started to pump her. As she started to buck and lift her bottom, I took my 
opportunity and stuck the index finger of my other hand into her arse. She looked at me suddenly, 
shocked at what I had done but them smiled and allowed me to push my fingers deep into her. I knew 
the pleasure my fingers were giving as being finger fucked in the pussy and arse at the same time was 
something I just loved my husband doing for me. Anne started to shout and scream as she became 
wetter and wetter. At one point I thought she was peeing again but it was just so much pussy juice. She 
bucked up and down, moaning, “Oh Mary, ooooh Mary yessss…. Bring me off, make me cum Mary, 
make me cum please.” Then her body stiffened and shock itself into orgasm before she slumped back 
down into the chair. She then pulled my fingers from her cunt and raising them to her mouth started to 
suck them clean of her juice.

“That was fantastic Mary,” she said, “God I wish we had got to know each other better before now.”

“So do I Anne,” I said, “but I hope from now on we can spend a lot more time together.”

“Count on it!” she said gently as she leaned forward to kiss me full and long. “Now before you have to 
go, come with me.” she said standing and holding out her hand.

I took hold and she led me upstairs. I thought we were going to her bedroom but instead she took me 
into the bathroom. 

“Now Mary,” lay in the bath for me.

I immediately knew what was coming and eagerly clambered into the bath and lay down. Anne stood 
into the tub with her feet either side of me and crouched down a little. Then she spread her pussy lips 
and started to rub herself again. Within seconds her flow of piss started and grew stronger than I had 
imagined. She showered me from my thighs up to me neck for what seemed like ages whilst I started to 
masturbate myself for the second time that day. I was so turned on by the day’s events that I came 
almost straight away and before Anne had finished her pee. As she did so she told me to remain lying 
and continued to rub herself. She was going to cum again too and when she did I could understand why 
she told me to remain in the bath. She started to spurt juice from her cunt in huge quantities, which fell 
stickily onto my stomach and legs. I could certainly get wet when I came but nothing like this. Anne 
could practically come as much as a man. I just loved it. It was so dirty. 

My mind was now in turmoil. My mundane day had presented to me the most experimental sexual 
encounter of my life and I had loved every minute of it. Whilst I had always known that having sex 
with another woman would be something I was quite willing to try, I didn’t believe I could be so dirty 
and uninhibited. A chance happening had opened a whole new chapter in my life.  

Once we had cleaned up we went back downstairs. My jeans had now dried and, taking them into 
Anne’s living room, I got dressed whilst she watched.

Time was now getting on and I had my appointment. I wanted to see Anne again but even having been 
so intimate with her, still didn’t like to ask. So I was relieved as I left the house when Anne pulled me 
back, kissed me and asked, “Do you want to call again tomorrow morning?”

“Oh, yes please,” I said.

“Good,” said Anne, and as I walked away added, “and make sure you drink lots!”


My Wet Neighbour – Part2.

The next day I awoke just knowing that it was going to be special. I had spent much of the night awake, 
going over and over in my mind what had happened with Anne the day before. I couldn’t wait to get 
the early morning routine out of the way and call on Anne again.

I gave my husband breakfast and packed in up a small lunch before seeing him off to work at around 
8.30. Then I turned my attention to my son. I wanted to get him off to college as soon as possible. I 
knew I was going next door but didn’t want him to know anything of my day’s plans. The sooner he 
was out of the house the better. He didn’t have lectures until 10.30 but I managed to convince him that 
I wanted to do loads of housework and ironing and the sooner he left me to it the sooner I could get on. 
In the end he reluctantly departed at around 09.30. 

This was it! I was now free to see Anne without having to explain to anyone what I was doing next 
door or how long I would be. I remembered what Anne had said about drinking plenty and downed a 
pint of water before going upstairs to get dressed. I decided not to dress up too much. I wanted to keep 
things ordinary. Well as ordinary as engaging in lesbian sex with my neighbour could be. I just put on a 
blouse, panties and a skirt and made myself up. As I prepared I was feeling horny in anticipation. I 
wanted to masturbate myself but decided to keep it for Anne. 

At the same time as feeling excited I was also nervous. Would Anne have regretted yesterday after the 
event? Would she welcome me into her house again? I just didn’t know what to expect. I think the 
uncertainty was adding to my excitement in a strange way. I drank another pint of water and paced the 
house for ten minutes building up the courage to go next door.

Finally, I decided it was now or never. I gave myself a final check in the mirror and left the house. As I 
turned into Anne’s drive I could feel my nipples hardening and my pussy get wet. This was so naughty! 
If my husband or son had a clue what I was doing it would blow their minds.

Anne must have seen me coming up her drive as she was waiting at the door when I reach it. 

“Mary,” she said, “glad to see you decided to come. I wasn’t sure you would.”

“I wasn’t sure myself,” I said nervously.

“Well don’t just stand there. Come in. Come in.” she said and ushered me into the kitchen again. “So 
you enjoyed yourself yesterday enough to give it another go?”

“God yes!” I said, “I haven’t been able to think about anything else all night.”

“Well I glad you’re here.” Anne said with a smile, “but……”

“But what? Don’t you want me here?” I asked worried that I had made a mistake.

“No no, not at all. As I said, I’m glad you made it. It’s just that I want you to understand something 
before we go further. I want us to be friends. I want us to enjoy each other’s company and each other 
sexually, but I want you to understand, for this to work for me I have to be in charge. It’s just the way I 
am. I like to be dominant in my sex life. Is that okay with you.” She said.

I thought for a moment and asked, “What do you mean by ‘in charge’ exactly?”

“Well,” replied Anne, “I certainly don’t expect you to do things you don’t want to but within that 
parameter I want to run things. I lead the way, so to speak. Okay?”

I thought again and have to admit I quite liked the idea of being dominated by Anne. “Okay” I said, “I 
prepared to give it a go on that basis.”

“I thought you would.” She said smiling, “I thought yesterday that I saw signs of submissiveness in 
you. Am I right? Are you the submissive type Mary?”

“Yeah, I suppose I am.” I said, meekly adding, “what do you want me to do?”

“First you can drink this,” she said handing me a large mug of coffee.

“No thanks Anne,” I said, “I already drunk loads this morning.”

“Good!” she said, “but don’t argue, drink it!”

I realised we had begun! Anne was in charge and I was to do as I was told. “Thanks” I said taking the 
coffee and sitting down at the kitchen table to drink it.

Anne was wearing her housecoat and appeared to have no bra underneath although I could see the 
visible line of her panties as she walked around the room. 

When I had finished the coffee, Anne took mug and told me to follow her. I stood up and followed her 
into the hall way and then on into the lounge, where I had sucked and fingered her to orgasm the day 
before. The room was fresh and airy, lightly furnished and with a large pair of sliding glass doors 
looking out onto the garden. 

“What do you want me to do?” I asked again.

In the corner of the room was a large footstool standing maybe two feet high. “Get that stool and put it 
by the glass doors, “ she said forcefully, but still in a friendly manner.

I happily did as she told me and then turned for her next instruction. Anne by this time had sat in a 
chair at the other end of the room and had opened her housecoat. She sat caressing her breasts with one 
hand whilst the other was slowly making circles on her tummy and just touching the tops of her pubic 
hair above her panties. She looked very sexy and totally in control whilst I stood looking somewhat lost 
and mildly pathetic.

“Now Mary, you will masturbate for me. I want you to sit on the stool and masturbate yourself but I 
want you to do it subtly. Imagine you are in a room with a stranger, maybe some kind of waiting room 
and you are desperate to bring yourself off. I am the stranger and you want to do it without me 
noticing. “

I liked her little game playing but asked if I could go to the loo before I started as I was bursting.

“No!” she said sternly, “you may not! You will save that for latter and if I see the slightest hint of you 
leaking pee I will be very disappointed. Is that clear Mary?”

I nodded.

“Now you may begin,” she said.

At first I was nervous. I couldn’t get into the role Anne had described for me but as I closed my eyes 
and relaxed I started to see the ‘waiting room’ with the woman ‘stranger’ sitting opposite me. The 
imaginary role-playing was exciting as I gently and slowly started to rub my thighs together. I 
imagined I was in a doctor’s waiting room and Anne was the receptionist sat at her desk. I turned 
slightly on the stool so she would not get a full view of what I was doing and then dropped my hand to 
my thigh. The slowly I pushed my hand under my skirt and reached my knickers with my fingertips. 
The ‘receptionist’ hadn’t noticed. I delved further with my fingers pulling my knickers to one side and 
feeling the lips of my pussy. Then I moved my hand just a little further up and my fingers parted my 
lips and went into my cunt. I checked to see if I had ‘been seen’. In my imagination the receptionist 
was still going about her business. I had to go further. I started to gently and quietly puss two fingers in 
and out of my pussy and at the same time rubbed by clit with my thumb. My other hand I slowly 
bought upto my chest and started to rub my breasts through my blouse almost as if I was just brushing 
some fluff of my clothes. I was by now getting very wet but still desperately tried to stay ‘in character’ 
and continue my frigging as silently as possible. I started to feel myself cumming and now totally 
playing the part I bit my lip as I rocked back and forth on my fingers and tried to keep my body 
movements to an absolute minimum. Then my orgasm started. It came in waves through me and with 
each one I tried desperately to maintain my composure as if I really was sat in front of a total stranger 
in a public waiting room. I had never experienced anything like it before. The total self control mixed 
with the total lack of control that an orgasm delivers was a potent mixed. Even with my best wills I let 
out a couple of murmurs as I finally came. Then I withdrew my hand and sat quietly.

I was snapped out of my imaginary world by Anne saying, “That was perfect Mary, just perfect. Did 
you enjoy it?”

“I can’t believe how much.” I said, “I haven’t ever tried to have a quiet, controlled orgasm before. It 
was a really fantastic experience. Did you know it would be so good for me?” 

“I thought it would. It is something I do quite regularly. I go to public places like the library or cinema 
and bring myself off trying to keep it secret. I find it absolutely thrilling and wanted to give you a taste 
of what it feels like. I know it not quite the same here with me but I hope it has given you the idea. One 
day soon I will take you somewhere you can do it for real.”

“Oh yeah, that sounds good,” I said surprising myself with my enthusiasm.

“Now,” said Anne getting to her feet, “follow me into the kitchen. It’s time for something else.”

I stood up and could hardly walk I wanted to pee so badly now. “Please Anne, please can I go to toilet 
first, I begged.”

“Soon enough,” she said, “now into the kitchen please.”

I followed Anne back into the kitchen where she got some old cushions from a pile in the corner and 
threw them onto the floor.

“Have you ever been fucked by another woman Mary?” she asked matter-of-factly.  

“No” I said with a smile of anticipation, “but I would love you to be my first Anne.”

She then told me to take my blouse off and knickers off but to keep my skirt on. I had noticed already 
that she was always very precise in what she wanted. I did as told and removed by blouse and knickers, 
dropping them onto the floor next to me. She then told me to kneel down on the cushions and rest on 
my elbows. “I want your bottom high in the air.” She said.

I knelt down and pushing by bottom as high as I could in the knelling position I turned to watch Anne 
as she opened and dropped her housecoat to the floor. She then pulled her panties off and threw them 
on the floor next to my face. 

“Stay as you are.” She said as she then left the room for what seemed like an age. Whilst she was gone 
I wanted so much to pee that some leaked out and ran down my thighs but not enough for Anne to 
notice. She then entered the room and as she did so I automatically turned to look at her. I was truly 
shocked to see a large and fat strap-on dildo bouncing from her crotch as she walked towards me. It 
was black and at least eight or nine inches long. I was used to only my husband’s prick and it wasn’t as 
big as the dildo before me.

“I’m not sure I can take that Anne” I said.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “I know what I am doing and I’m not into hurting people. “Relax.”

She clearly didn’t see it as a topic for discussion as she knelt down behind me and leaning forward with 
both hands grabbed my tits and started to play with them. The dildo pushed against the crack of my 
arse and it felt just as though a large man was ready to take me doggy style. Anne then lifted my skirt 
up to reveal my pussy and arse sticking high in the air. She wasted no time in placing the tip of the 
dildo against my lips and pushed it into me with a single, strong thrust.

I gasped as it sank into me, shocked at the speed with which see did it.

“Now bitch, I’m going to fuck you good and hard. You hear me bitch?” she said in a gruff voice. 

I figured it was more role-play for Anne with her being a man about to fuck his woman.

“Yes, I ready……,” I said but Anne had already started to fuck me very hard and very fast before the 
words had even come out. She was like a ‘man’ possessed. “Take it bitch, take my long dick,” she 
shouted, “go on beg me to fuck you with my long dick you slut. Take it, take it right in,” she shouted at 
me as she fucked me harder than my husband had ever done.

I really was her slut. In reality I hardly knew Anne and yet here I was almost naked in her kitchen 
allowing her to dildo fuck me whilst all the time my husband and son thought I was just doing the 
housework.

I started to feel my second orgasm of the morning coming on strong and started to ride myself back 
onto the plastic dick. “Harder, fuck me harder,” I begged.

“You want more? You want more bitch? Is that what you want?” Anne shouted.

“Yes more, I want more.” I screamed.

Anne suddenly stopped and pulled the dildo out. It was so quick I didn’t really know what was 
happening when I felt it again against my arsehole.

“You want it bitch then you’re going to get it, you filthy slut.” She said and before I could say another 
word she plunged the dildo into my arse.

As I have said, I regularly enjoyed getting my arse finger fucked by my husband but we had never 
actually arsed fucked. The feeling of the dildo going into me was shocking. It felt enormous and I felt 
every muscle in my body tighten but somehow I couldn’t speak a word. The before I knew it Anne had 
started to fuck my arse with long slow strokes. My shock and discomfort gave way to the most 
immense pleasure as by body relaxed again and I slumped lower onto my elbows. This made it even 
easier for Anne to go deeper, which she immediately did.

“Enjoying it bitch? Do you like your pretty little bottom to be fucked by my huge prick? Do you, do 
you like it slut?” she kept asking. 

I still couldn’t talk; all I could do was groan in pleasure.

“Now Bitch, I want you to piss for me. I want you to piss as I fuck your arse.”

I didn’t need telling twice. I was absolutely bursting to go and started to pee instantly. A huge stream of 
pee shot out of me onto the floor and all over Anne’s legs and body and she continued fucking my arse. 
Each time she slapped into me my stream was sent into a shower that quickly drenched her and me. 
This was enough to take me over the edge and Anne too. I started to come and come and Anne started 
to shout and moan. As soon as I had finished she pulled the dildo out of me and ripping the Velcro 
fastenings open threw it aside. She then grabbed my head, spinning me round to face her and forced my 
face into her cunt. I started licking and sucking for all I was worth but it was clearly not enough to 
bring her to her peak. She laid herself on the floor and as I went to kneel between her legs and continue 
my licking she grabbed my hand and pushed it into her cunt.

“Fist me Mary, put your fist into me and fuck me with your arm. Do it, do it now Mary.” 

I eased two, then three, then four fingers into her and was surprised how easy they went in. In short 
order I had my whole hand in her and started to use it and my forearm as a dildo. Anne just took it all 
and grabbing my arm started to pump herself with it as if it were a sex toy. She screamed and bucked 
and swore as she finally started to cum. Realising she was there, she pulled my arm out of her and 
pulled my face down into her cunt. She then bucked her hips a few more times and started to spurt her 
cum onto my face. Just as much as she had produced in the bathroom the day before. I was covered 
with spurt after spurt. Just like yesterday she came just like a man climaxing. With each contraction 
there was another load ejaculated from her pussy into my face.

We both collapsed, into a heap on the floor, both totally exhausted and, I think, just a little embarrassed 
by how far we had gone and what we had done to each other.

We eventually got ourselves cleaned up and drank coffee and chatted, and shared our most intimate 
thoughts and fantasies with each other. I felt so good to talk to someone, so openly knowing I could be 
more honest than I had ever been in my life.

As my time to leave eventually arrived Anne once again asked if I wanted to meet with her again. She 
really didn’t need to ask. If course I did and as soon as possible. What adventures would she have 
planned for me I thought as I walked back down her drive.



My Wet Neighbour – Part3.

It was two days latter that I next visited Mary again. I got an early morning call from her. Too early 
really, as I was still getting my husband’s breakfast when the phone rang.

“Hi Mary, it’s Anne” how are you doing? She said.

“Fine,” I said “but it’s difficult to talk right now. I’m fixing my husband’s breakfast.”

“Is he there?” she asked.

“Of course he’s here or why would I be making him breakfast.” I replied jokingly.

“No, I mean is he in the kitchen with you now?” she went on.

“Oh no, he’s upstairs shaving.”

“and your son?”

“He’s still in bed, I suppose, he usually is.” I answered, “Why all the questions anyway?”

Anne didn’t answer my question she simply went on, “so are you feeling sexy Mary? Are you in the 
mood for some fun?”

I smiled to myself and said coyly, “I might be, what have you in mind? Do you want me to call round 
later?”

“Later yes, indeed, but why not have some fun now. Listen, I’m sat in my bathroom. My husband is in 
the next room getting dressed and do you know what I am doing Mary? 

“No, what are you doing.” I said quietly. Although my husband and son couldn’t possibly hear me I 
just felt so naughty talking to Anne that I automatically whispered.

“I’m frigging myself Mary. Bringing myself off thinking about you. I want you to do the same Mary. 
What are you wearing?”

“I’ve just got my robe on and a pair of knickers.” I whispered.

“Right,” said Anne, “remove your knickers now and put them on your kitchen table.”

“Anne, I can’t. My husband or son could wander in any minute. I can’t do this now.” I said.

“Do it now Mary or we won’t meet later. Is that what you want?” she said rather sternly.

“Of course I don’t want that. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Then take of your knickers and put them on the table!” she ordered.

I did as I was told. Quickly listening out for my husband and son and hearing nothing of them, I untied 
by robe and let it fall open. Then I quickly pulled my panties off and closed my robe up again.

“Have you done it?” asked Anne.

“Yes,” I stumbled.

“No you haven’t have you Mary. You’re lying to me, I can tell from your voice. Now one more 
chance!”

“Okay, okay,” I said, “I have taken them off but I’m still holding them. If I put them on the table and 
my husband or son walk in how on earth will I explain it.”

“The risk is the fun Mary,” Anne said gently, “Now put them on the table for me.”

I was under Anne’s spell and beginning to feel the thrill of the situation. I threw my panties onto the 
table and waited for Anne to speak.

“Now Mary, I want you to move to your sink, lean over it with your bottom facing your kitchen door 
and pull your robe up around your waist.” She said, “when you are in position tell me.”

“I can’t!” I exclaimed. “It would be bad enough for my husband to walk in to see me displaying my 
pussy and arse to the world, but if it were my son, I would be mortified.”

“Take the risk Mary, you know I’m always right. Go on Mary do it for me.” Anne said.

I just couldn’t refuse Anne’s charms. I walked to the sink, bent over and pulled by robe up. “I’m in 
position” I whispered down the phone, “Oh God this is so risky, what if…………….

Anne interrupted, “Good, now I want you to spread your arse cheeks, then bring a hand between your 
legs and masturbate yourself. Make sure you talk to me Mary, I want to know how you’re doing.”

I couldn’t believe myself as I put a hand on each of my arse cheeks and pulled myself open, gently 
rubbing around my arsehole with my hands. Then, with my right hand between my legs, I started to rub 
myself off. I told Anne exactly what I was doing at every stage and could hear her masturbating herself 
too. I didn’t want to take long. Whilst Anne was right that the thrill of being caught was a fantastic turn 
on, I knew deep down, that I really didn’t want to be caught, so rubbed as hard and fast as I could. As I 
started to feel myself coming, I put my left hand back on my bottom and pushed its index finger into 
my arsehole. This was enough to bring me over the edge and Anne too as I described to her what I was 
doing. 

As my orgasm came and then subsided, Anne spoke again, “Now wasn’t that fun Mary? Did you like 
the risk of being caught?”

I admitted to her that the thrill of my husband catching me was fantastic and frightening at the same 
time. How would I explain to him why I was stood in the kitchen at breakfast time, frigging myself to 
orgasm and who would I say I was talking to as I did it? It really didn’t bear thinking about. As to 
being caught by my son, I told Anne that the very idea terrified me. Although there was a dark corner 
of my mind that actually found the idea of being caught by my son rather than my husband, the real 
turn on. I didn’t say anything about that to Anne though. 

Anne spoke again, “Well done Mary! Now I want you to leave your knickers off for now. Take them 
off the table and drop them into a corner of the kitchen floor. Then when one of your family sees them 
it will give them something to think about without actually telling them anything. Let their imagination 
do a little work! Now, I will expect you to call round here mid-morning. Is that okay with you.”

“Oh, absolutely,” I said, “I can’t wait. You’re turning me into a very dirty woman, and I love it.”

Anne replied cheerily, “I’m not making you into anything you’re not already. I’m just showing you a 
different side of yourself. It was always there, I just allow you to express yourself.  See you later!” and 
with that she hung up.

I too hung up and then picking my panties off the table, wiped the wetness from my thighs and pussy 
before dropping them onto the floor. Even this simple act made me feel naughty. Tempting my 
husband or son to wonder why I had left my panties in the kitchen.

It didn’t seem long before the hall clock was showing 10:15 and I was just brushing my hair in the 
mirror in readiness for calling on Anne. I could fell a wet anticipation in my pussy wondering what she 
had in mind for today. Five minutes later I was knocking at her door and was surprised to have it 
opened by a stranger. Before me stood a woman in her mid-forties, of petite frame but with large 
breasts of a size that were quite out of proportion to the rest of her.

The situation threw me and I just stood in the doorway not knowing what to say when Anne appeared 
from the Kitchen and said “Hi Mary, come in. Let me introduce you; this is Mrs Kent, my cleaning 
lady. Wendy,” she continued turning to Mrs Kent, “This is Mary my neighbour.”

I said hello to Mrs Kent and followed Anne into the kitchen whilst Mrs Kent made her way into the 
lounge. I closed the kitchen door as we entered and said to Anne, “I thought we would be alone today. 
Aren’t we going to have some fun?”

My disappointment must have been obvious to Anne who said, “Don’t worry, Mary, we are definitely 
going to have fun.”

“But what about Mrs Kent?” I asked.

“Don’t worry Mary, trust me.” she said and then, taking my hand, lead me out of the kitchen and into 
the lounge where Mrs Kent was going about her duties.

“Take a seat Mary,” Anne said.

Mrs Kent turned around and asked Anne, if she wanted her to get on with another room first, not 
knowing me or what I was there for.

“No, no Wendy,” Anne replied, “Mary is a close friend,” she said with an obvious and strange 
emphasis on the word ‘close’.

“Oh, I see,” said Mrs Kent knowingly.

I could tell they were obviously ‘understanding’ each other but had to admit that I was confused as to 
what was going on. Why had we come into the lounge where Mrs Kent was obviously busy when we 
could have stayed in the kitchen?

It became clear when Anne turned to me and said, “Mary, I want you to understand that Wendy here is 
a very special cleaning lady in that she offers what you might call specialised services to me.”

“What do you mean.” I said politely but not really knowing whether to address the question to Anne or 
Mrs Kent directly.

Anne continued cryptically, “Wendy here, takes care of me when I’m frustrated and cleans up whatever 
mess I make, if you see what I mean.”

I immediately knew what Anne meant, or thought I did, and turned to Mrs Kent to see her reaction. She 
smiled at me realising at the same moment that I obviously knew Anne intimately as well. There was a 
silent understanding that we could all be open with each other and be sure that it was confidential.

“Now I think we all understand each other,” said Anne and continued, “Now Wendy how about 
earning a little bonus today?”

Mrs Kent replied, “Certainly madam, what have you in mind?”

“How about you do your work naked today? How would that be for starters?” Anne said and then 
before getting an answer from Wendy turned to me and said, “Do you think that might be fun Mary?”

I smiled at Anne and then turning to Wendy said, “That would be great, if it’s okay with you.”

“Of course madam,” said Wendy, “Whatever you ladies want, I am pleased to oblige.”

I was by now incredibly turned on by the situation developing. Again Anne had managed to totally 
surprise me. We both sat down and Anne then said, “do carry on Wendy.”

Matter of factly, Mrs Kent then moved to the side of the room and proceeded to remove her clothes. 
First her blouse came off followed by her jeans. Then, standing in just her underwear, she turned to 
face us, and unclipped her bra. Her large breasts swung free. She was a very attractive woman. Finally 
she slowly pulled her panties down and threw them onto the pile of her other clothing. Mrs Kent was 
now naked and I was soaking wet having enjoyed her little ‘strip show’.

I looked over at Anne who smiled back and said, “Isn’t she just gorgeous?”

Mrs Kent then proceeded to clean and dust the lounge as she would have done normally but seemed to 
me to be taking every opportunity to bend over and display herself to Anne and myself. Having done 
the general cleaning she then reached for the vacuum cleaner and plugged it in. Anne then invited me 
to sit next to her on the couch, which I duly did.

“Wendy and the vacuum is always a good show!” she said as she undid the top of her jeans and pulled 
them down to her knees. Then she said, “Why don’t you get a little more comfortable Mary?”

I took the hint and undid the side zip of my skirt, pulled it down and kicked it off.

As I looked at Mrs Kent again she had plugged in the vacuum and stood before us. She then positioned 
the handle of the machine on her pussy lips and having rubbed it up and down a few times, gently but 
obviously inserted three or four inches of the handle into her cunt. She them turned it on and started to 
fuck herself with the handle has the vibration of the motor added to the pleasure she was obviously 
feeling. She seemed oblivious to our presence as she sank to her knees, bringing the handle of the 
vacuum down to floor level with her, and rode the machine lick a ‘sybian’ vibrator.

Anne then put her hand onto my pussy and started to rub my clit. I took her lead and responded in kind 
such that we were masturbating each other whilst Mrs Kent bought herself off in front of us.

“Come on Mary, come for me. I can feel how wet you are.” Anne said.

I could say nothing. I was so turned on by the display before me. I just frigged Anne for all that I was 
worth. Mrs Kent was close to coming, moaning in pleasure as the vacuum did its job. I too was close to 
me second orgasm of the day and I could feel Anne was also getting near. I think we were all trying for 
the same thing; to come together at the same time with Anne and I taking our lead from Mrs Kent.

“Come on Wendy,” shouted Anne, “bring yourself off you slut. Come for Mary and me. Come dirty! 
We want to see you come.”

“Yes, come on Mrs Kent,” I added, “fuck yourself for us.”

Mrs Kent started to shout as her orgasm approached. Anne and I sped up our mutual frigging. We all 
started shouting our own obscenities to ourselves and at each other as we all magically peaked together. 
Each in our own little fantasy and at the same time each providing the stimulation to the others. I felt 
totally and utterly liberated enjoying myself so openly in the company of fellow woman.

Once spent, we all sat quietly with our thoughts until Anne piped up, “That was great Wendy. A bonus 
well earned I think!”

“Thank you madam,” replied Mrs Kent, “do you wish me to dress now?”  

“No I think not yet. You see this morning Mary here, tried to lie to me. I told her to do something and 
see tried to pretend she had done so when she hadn’t.” said Anne.

I cut in, “What are you talking about?”

Anne continued, “You know full well! When I told you to put your knickers on your kitchen table and 
you didn’t.”

“I did.” I said.

“Yes, but not before trying to lie to me.” Then turning to Mrs Kent she went on, “Wendy, I think Mary 
needs to be spanked and I would be obliged if you would carry out her punishment.”

“Certainly madam,” she replied, “where would you like it done.”

“In the kitchen I think.” Said Anne with a knowing smile.

I seemed to have no say in the matter as Mrs Kent took my hand and lead me to the Kitchen.

“Take off your panties and bra please Mary,” said Mrs Kent.

I simply did as I was told.

Throwing some cushions onto the floor she then said, “Please kneel down Mary.”

Again I did as I was told whilst Anne stood in the corner of the kitchen and stripped herself naked too.

Mrs Kent then knelt down beside me and without further warning started to spank my arse cheeks. 
After every few slaps she would place her hands on my arse and kneed my buttocks, each time making 
sure to rub her hands over by arsehole and cunt. I couldn’t believe I was being so submissive as I felt 
my pussy begin to flow with juice yet again.

“Well done Wendy,” said Anne, “I think half a dozen more strokes will be enough.”

Mrs Kent proceeded to spank me a few more times and them stopped saying to Anne, “I think madam 
that Mary’s spanked bottom might be cooled by a shower.”

“Excellent idea Wendy,” said Anne and stepping forward put a leg either side of my bottom and told 
me to remain kneeling. The next thing I felt was Anne starting to piss over my back and bottom whilst 
at the same time Mrs Kent massaged the golden flow into my smarting checks. I was totally submissive 
and enjoying every moment of the experience.

When she had finished Anne said to me, “you may now piss, if you like.”

I couldn’t wait to oblige her and immediately let my own pee flow begin all over the floor to mix with 
Anne’s whilst at the same time I rubbed my pussy frantically. 

When I had finished Anne turned to Mrs Kent and said, “Wendy, since you will have to clear up 
Mary’s mess you may do one more thing to her in ‘payment’ for your cleaning services.”

“Thank you madam,” she replied, “could I be so bold as to borrow you dildo madam.”

Smiling in anticipation Anne replied, “Of course you may. The ordinary or the strap-on?”

“The strap-on please madam.” She replied.

I was expected to remain kneeling and to do whatever they pleased.

Anne passed Mrs Kent the strap-on dildo that she had used on me two days before and Mrs Kent 
quickly put it on before kneeling behind me.

“I would like to fuck her, madam, if that is okay with you,” she asked Anne.

“That will be fine,” said Anne, “In her cunt or arse?”

“I think I will use her cunt madam,” she replied and without further talk turned herself toward me and 
thrust the dildo into my pussy. I think the fact that they discussed what to do to me, as though I wasn’t 
there or didn’t matter, added to me excitement as, as soon as the dildo entered me I started to fuck it as 
hard as I could.

“She’s going to come quickly madam,” Mrs Kent said to Anne as she reached underneath me and 
started to massage my tits as she fucked me with deep and fast thrusts or her hips.

“Excellent.” Replied Anne, “sitting to the side of me and masturbating herself as she watched Mrs Kent 
fuck me like a whore.”

I came within a couple of minutes as did Anne watching me. Mrs Kent took longer and continued to 
pump into me for maybe four or five minutes, shouting and swearing at me before finally reaching her 
own orgasm. I got the distinct impression that she was enjoying treating me roughly. A chance to teach 
a ‘lady’ a lesson, so to speak.

Once she had finished with me, she pulled the dildo out and wiped it clean in my hair. All designed to 
emphasise my submissiveness, I thought.

“Thank you Wendy, “ said Anne, “that was very good work. And I am sure Mary would like to thank 
you also.”

“Thank you, Mrs Kent,” I said quietly.

“Thank you for what?” she replied.

“Thank you for fucking me, Mrs Kent,” I said meekly.

“You’re welcome Mary,” see said, “No doubt I shall do it again soon, but in the meantime you must 
excuse me." With that she stood up, left the kitchen and continued with her cleaning duties.

Anne turned to me and said, “isn’t he marvellous? The best cleaner I have ever known!”

I smiled and replied, “Yes she was fantastic. Do you think she might ‘clean’ for me?”

“I’m sure she would welcome the extra cash, Mary, leave it with me.”

I left Anne’s house about half an hour later having enjoyed a coffee and a cuddle with her before doing 
so and arranging my next visit as I said goodbye. Once again Anne had managed to surprise me and 
leave me wanting more.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

My Wet Neighbour – Part4.

The next day, I had just seen my husband off to work when the doorbell rang. It was only around 08:45 
and I wouldn’t normally expect anyone to call at that time so I assumed it was my husband having 
forgotten something or other. I was dressed, as was usual for that time of day, in my robe and panties, 
and expecting my husband didn’t bother to particularly cover myself as I opened the door with a “What 
did you forget this time…..” when I  realised it was Anne.

“Oh sorry.” I said, “I thought it was John.”

“No, I watched him disappear down the road before I came round.” Said Anne, “I thought an early 
morning call might surprise you.”

“It does.” I said.

“I can see that,” she replied obviously looking at my tits.

I looked down and realised my robe was quite open and Anne had a nearly full view of my breasts. I 
instinctively pulled my robe closed but Anne reached forward and pulled it open again saying, “Oh 
don’t spoil my view. You know I just love your body Mary.”

“Thanks,” I said, “but I don’t particularly want to show all the neighbourhood what I’ve got.”

Anne reached forward and rubbed my breasts with her hand, “In that case you had better let me in and 
show me them properly.” She said as she walked past me into the house.

I quickly closed the door and grabbing her arm ushered her into the Kitchen saying, “Anne, for God’s 
sake, my husband may have left for work but my son is still in bed. What would he make of seeing you 
grabbing my tits in the doorway”

“A young man like him, I expect he would just love to see it.”

A mental picture of my son standing on the stairs and watching Anne fondling me suddenly shot into 
my head but I quickly dismissed the it saying,  “Anne! You’re terrible!, now be quiet or he will hear 
us.”

I offered Anne a cup of tea and she sat down at the kitchen table whilst I got some cups out and put the 
kettle on. When I turned round it was to see Anne kicking her track trousers of her feet and sitting back 
in the chair with her legs spread open and her pussy barely covered by a tiny pair of pink panties.

“Anne, what on earth are you doing, my son could come down any moment; get them back on now!” I 
shouted in a whisper, if you see what I mean.

Anne just coolly sat there and said, “just lighten up Mary. Haven’t I taught you that one of the greatest 
sexual thrills, is risk. You’ve been very brave in taking risks with me so far, why stop now?”

“Because this is different! Risks at your house are one thing but here is literally ‘too close to home’” I 
said.

She simply replied, “Bigger the risk, bigger the thrill Mary!” and with that she started to rub herself 
through her panties. “Now you just get on with making the tea whilst I relax a little.” 

I could see Anne wasn’t going to stop what she was doing and some how, illogically felt that if I 
ignored her, the ‘problem’ would go away.  I turned and got on with making the tea in the hope that 
when I gave it to her to drink it would take her mind of playing games and make her act sensibly.

I was frantic with a mix of anxiety and excitement at what Anne was doing and could feel myself 
getting wet in the pussy and hard in the nipples when I heard a sound I had come to recognise. I froze 
not wanting to turn and face the ineviatable. After a few seconds I had no choice and turned to face 
Anne. She was still sat in the chair but had now stopped rubbing herself off and had instead pulled her 
panties to one side and started to pee. She was in full flow, with a huge stream of golden pee splashing 
onto my kitchen floor; I was horrified!

“Anne,” I now shouted at the top of my voice, “for fuck’s sake don’t do that here! Frank will be down 
for his breakfast any time now!”

Anne remained so cool and finished her piss before simply smiling at me and saying, “God, I needed 
that Mary. Now just let me finish myself off….” With which she resumed her masturbation.

“Anne, I beg you , please stop.” I said.

“Mary, if you want to get this over as soon as possible then I suggest you help me.” she replied with a 
grin on her face.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Kneel down Mary and finish me with you tongue. Then we can straighten things up.”

I was frantic and at the same time incredibly turned on. I sank to my knees, and kneeling in Anne’s 
piss-puddle crawled over to her and started to lick her pussy and clitoris as fast and hard as I could. I 
was desperate to get her off as quickly as I could. I knew Anne liked dirty talk and started to encourage 
her, “Come on Anne, come for your little slut housewife. Come for me Anne, please wet my face with 
your cum. I’m knelling in your piss Anne, I’m covered in it.” At the same time I bought my fingers into 
play inside her cunt. I was by now getting quite experienced at bringing Anne off, knowing what she 
liked and what bought her to her peak; so it didn’t take long before she started to hump her hips up and 
down on the chair as she started to spurt her sticky juice into my face.

Having finished her, I stood up and ignoring my own passion to be fucked by her there and then, I 
grabbed some paper towels and started to mop the floor.

Anne made no attempt to help. I think she was enjoying seeing my panic at the situation she had so 
casually caused. “That’s a good girl she said, clean up my mess.”

I was nearly done when I heard Frank coming down the stairs into the hall. Anne quickly pulled on her 
trousers whilst I grabbed a last few towels and soaked up as much as I could. 

Suddenly the door opened with a very tired Frank wandering in and simply saying “Hi Mum!.” He was 
wearing just some boxer shorts which gapped open as he walked and which I was always telling him 
about in the hope that he would be a little more discreet about displaying himself around the house. 
Like any other teenager he just didn’t seem to care about such things. For a moment he didn’t see Anne 
sat at the table but then when he did, he spun round to hide his crotch and check that he was decent.

“I told you to be more careful how you dress.” I told him.

“Sorry mum, I didn’t know you had a visitor.” He replied rather embarrassed.

“Hello Frank,” said Anne, “I’m your next door neighbour.”

“Yeah, I know, I’ve seen you around, errh Hi,” said Frank.

In all the commotion I hadn’t really considered the fact that my robe was almost undone, that it was 
soaked at the bottom with Anne’s pee, that my tits were clearly on view and that my nipples were still 
erect. I realised the state I was in when I saw Frank to a ‘double take’ at my breasts, and quickly pulled 
my robe closed.

Anne then said, “listen, I won’t keep you any longer Mary, I’ll see you later.”

“Yes, okay,” I mumbled and took the opportunity to leave the kitchen with her and walk her to the 
door.

“That was good and close.” She laughed as I opened the door for her.

“Too close!” I said.

“Oh nonsense, it was fun.” She replied, “Now listen, I think we could have some fun with young Frank 
there!”

“What on earth do you mean?” I asked.

“Mary, I can see how turned on you where by the thought of him catching us. You may deny it, even to 
yourself, but it was obvious to me. So think about it. At ten this morning I will be sunbathing nude in 
my garden. Make sure Frank sees me. Then, when nature takes its course, as it surely will, make him 
come round here to apologise to me. You’ll understand what I mean when the time comes. If you don’t 
want to involve yourself that’s fine but I’m sure you won’t begrudge me some fun with such a fine 
young man as Frank, not after all I done for you in the last few days.”

I felt terrified and must have sounded it when I replied, “I can’t believe you could think I would 
involve Frank or let you have your way with him!”

“Are you sure about that Mary?” she asked as she quickly kissed me on the cheek and walked away 
down the drive.

I just stood in the hall feeling numb. Somehow I already knew I would deliver Frank to Anne. I 
wandered back into the kitchen to be awoken from my thoughts by Frank looking at the sole of his foot 
and saying, “What’s all this on the floor mum?”

“Oh, I spilt some orange juice,” I said, quite proud of the speed of my response.

“Well it sure smells funny mum, I hope you didn’t drink any!”

I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I replied, “Don’t worry I clean it up in a minute,” and with that, I 
left the room. I knew I had to masturbate myself, or burst with excitement and made straight for my 
bedroom.

By the time I had finished with myself, freshened up and got dressed it was already 09:50. I didn’t 
really have time to think but did recognise that if I didn’t go along with Anne’s plan then I may not be 
able to continue our relationship. If I did go along with it, I was stepping into the unknown.

My mind was made up when I wandered to my bedroom window and looking out saw Anne walk out 
onto her patio. She looked up and waved at me, smiled and then started to strip. I watched her as see 
got naked, laid down on a sun chair facing my window, put on her sunglasses and started to read a 
magazine. She was going for it and I knew, at that moment, so was I !

I walked out onto the landing and called to Frank. He came up stairs and asked , “what is it mum? I 
was just getting some breakfast.”

“It’s my bedroom window. I can’t seem to get the lock to undo and I want to freshen up the room. Can 
you take a look at it for me?” I said.

“Sure mum.” And with that Frank walked into my room whilst I excused myself and walked into the 
bathroom to wait. I knew Frank would see Anne in her garden and felt my stomach churning as I gave 
him a few minutes. I could hear nothing but the frantic beat of my heart. I was scared at what I had 
started. After three or four minutes without a word from Frank I knew he must have seen Anne and was 
probably enjoying the view and hoping I wouldn’t come back in to spoil it for him. I gently walked out 
of the bathroom and slowly crept to my bedroom door and peaked in. Even half knowing what to 
expect, I was still shocked. Frank was stood to one side of the window, his boxers round his ankles, 
intently watching Anne and with his dick standing firmly erect has he pulled his foreskin slowly back 
and forth. I had seen glimpses of his penis from time to time but never in an erect state. My stomach 
did summersaults as I watched him for maybe half a minute wanking himself slowly. I couldn’t resist 
touching myself through my skirt as I watched him and at the same time felt so guilty.

Suddenly Frank jumped back from the window. I immediately realised that Anne had made her move 
and I knew I had to act then and there. I strode into the room as Frank spun round with his dick still in 
his hand and, continuing towards the window, shouted, “Frank! What the hell are you doing?”

“Sorry mum, I didn’t mean to.” he blurted out as I reached the window to see Anne standing up and 
waving her fist up at the window. “Good grief Frank, what have you been doing? Did Anne see you?" 

He just stood there frozen with fear as his dick went limp.

“Right young man, get yourself dressed this instant.” I told him and then come down stairs.

I went down to the kitchen to wait for him.

It seemed like an age before he sheepishly walked into the kitchen.

“Sorry mum…” he started to say before I interrupted him.

“You will go next door this minute and apologise to Anne. Do you hear me. and you’d better hope she 
accepts your apology and doesn’t report you for indecent exposure.”

“I can’t do that mum. I can’t face her! Its just so embarrassing.” he pleaded.

You will go and apologise and I will come with you to make sure you do, and with that I grabbed his 
arm and frog-marched him next door. We were met at the door my Anne pretending to be annoyed.

“What the hell do you want?” she said.

“Sorry Anne,” I said, “I can only apologise for my son’s behaviour. Please believe me when I say he’s 
sorry and it wont ever happen again.”

“So you know what he was doing!” Mary.

“Yes, Anne, I caught him in the act and insisted he comes round an apologises to you immediately. I 
hope you can understand his actions as those of a teenage boy seeing such a beautiful site as you 
sunbathing..”

“Well,” said Anne to turning to Frank, “what have you got to say for yourself? What on earth is the 
world coming to, if a woman cant relax in her own back garden without having to watch such a lewd 
display.”

Frank responded sheepishly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just, when I saw you with no 
clothes on, I just got…erh…carried away. Sorry.”

Anne’s continued, “Well frank I’m not sure that’s good enough. It seems to me you need to be taught a 
lesson. Now you can either be punished my me or choose for me to report your behaviour.”

Frank turned to me and then back to Anne and said, “please don’t report me. I didn’t mean it.”

“So you choose to accept punishment by me do you?” Anne asked.

Again Frank turned to me and said, “Mum?” looking to me for support.

I responded to him, “Frank, I’m sorry but I think Anne has a point. If you choose to act like that then 
you must accept the consequences. I suggest we hear what Anne has in mind.”

Anne continued, “Very wise Mary,” and invited us in to her house.

We entered and were lead into the lounge where Anne continued, “Now Frank, if you think it is 
acceptable to play with yourself in front of me like that, then your punishment will be to do so ‘face to 
face’.”

“What?” asked Frank in a concerned voice.

“You will continue your little performance and suffer the embarrassment. That will be your 
punishment.” Said Anne.

“I still don’t understand!” said Frank.

“Look! It’s quite simple young man.” Anne said in a slightly annoyed tone, “I can either report your 
behaviour or you can continue where you left off, right here and now!”

“I can’t do that!” Frank pleaded, “and what about mum?” he said looking at me for backup.

“Sorry son,” I said, “like I said, I think you should accept whatever punishment Anne deems 
appropriate. You certainly don’t want to be reported do you!”

“But here mum!” he said.

Anne cut in, “Look Frank, you mother agrees, so stop whinging and make your mind up. Do you agree 
to my punishment or not?”

Frank stood quietly for a moment, hoping, I think, that I would bail him out but I remained silent. 
Realising he would not be saved by me he had to make his own decision and answered meekly, 
“alright, I accept your terms.”

“Good boy!,” said Anne and sitting on the sofa continued, “Now let’s gets started shall we. Mary you 
will sit next to me. I want a witness that Frank is not forced to do anything he doesn’t want to.”

I looked at Frank and pretending to be reluctant whilst secretly looking forward to every minute of 
what was about to happen, I sat down next to Anne.

“Right,” Anne continued, “We shall now begin. Frank drop your pants and shorts!”

Frank looked at me one more time for support but I ignored his visual plea for help.

“Now!” said Anne.

Frank, knowing he had no alternative, dropped his pants to the floor and then slowly and with great 
embarrassment pulled his boxers down to his ankles. Both Anne and I remained silent and simply 
looked at him to continue.

Frank sighed deeply and then bought his right hand to his dick and started to pull at his foreskin. Not 
surprisingly he started to grow erect almost straight away and Anne and I looked at each other and 
slightly smiled before turning our gaze back to Frank, now sporting a full erection and starting to pump 
himself more vigorously.

“Good boy Frank,” said Anne, “now you will bring yourself off for me to see and do it properly!”

“What do you mean properly” Frank asked as he continued to slowly wank himself making sure not to 
look at me.

“Well Frank, if you do such things in front of a lady, you’d better make damn sure the lady get s a good 
show. If she doesn’t enjoy it too, then you shouldn’t be doing it. So if I don’t enjoy your little 
performance then you have failed; that’s what I mean Frank. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” said Frank, still without daring to look at me.

Frank then closed his eyes, seemingly trying to concentrate on what he was doing and started to wank 
himself faster.

Anne turned to me, smiled and pulled her track trousers down to her hips. I looked shocked but was by 
now beginning to get excited myself at the sight of my son masturbating for Anne. I couldn’t resist 
rubbing myself too but held back from actually removing any clothing. It was a difficult situation for 
me in that I didn’t want Frank to think I was enjoying his punishment as much as Anne clearly was.

Frank opened his eyes and saw Anne masturbating herself. He went into overdrive, seemingly ignoring 
the fact that his own mother was watching him to.”

“Oh god! I’m coming, I’m coming!” he started to shout.

“Not yet Frank.” Anne shouted back, “You will come when I say so. Now look at me Frank, Look at 
the enjoyment you are giving me.”

Frank concentrated his view on Anne’s fingers as she frantically masturbated herself.

“Now look at your mother Frank! See how you are exciting her too. Do you see that Frank?”

Frank now dared to look directly at me and saw the excited state I was in. He dropped his eyes to my 
hand which, like Anne, was now rubbing against my pussy lips, albeit through my clothing.”

“Oh god, Mum!” he shouted, as he realised that I was enjoying his performance as well., “Oh god 
Mum!,” he repeated and started to pull himself faster.

Anne spoke up, “Frank move over to your mother. Do you understand?”

I looked at Anne and then at Frank. He did as he was told and shuffled over to stand in front of me.

“That’s a good boy, Frank. Now you can come. Now I want to see you spurt your cum.” Anne said.

Frank looked me in the eye, almost as if he was looking for permission to continue. I gave him the 
slightest smile of approval which he instantly recognised and now, almost beyond control, pumped 
himself a last few times before shouting, “Oh my God!,” with which he started to ejaculate. The first 
spurt of spunk flew into the air and landed on my shoulder and the sofa. The second and third both 
landed directly on my chin and dripped onto my T-shirt. The rest of his come flew onto the floor and 
down his own hand onto his legs.

As soon as he had come he looked at me and said, “I’m sorry mum! I’m so sorry.” but before I could 
respond Anne spoke up, “There’s no need to apologise Frank. That was a fine show from a fine young 
man. You have redeemed yourself for peeping on me from your mother’s window.

Frank ignored her words and still looking at me said again, “I’m sorry mum!”

I had by now stopped rubbing myself and said gently to him, “That’s fine Frank. You did what you 
were told and, you know, I’m very proud of you. You are indeed a fine young man and very sexy with 
it. Even your old mum was getting excited watching you. If that caused you extra embarrassment then 
I’m sorry to Frank.”

“No Mum!” he said, “It was alright for you to watch.”

“Good,” I said, “Now pass me a tissue from that box on the table so I can clean up this mess of yours.”

As I cleaned my son’s cum from my face and clothes, he got his clothes back on and stood looking for 
guidance of what to do next.

“Frank, go home now.” I said gently to him. “You go home and I’ll be back in a minute. I just want to 
have a word with Anne first.”

“Okay mum,” Frank said and collecting himself together walked out of the room and out of the front 
door.

Anne turned to me, “So Mary, was that fun or what!”

I had to admit it was great but noted that neither of us had had the chance to come. I thought Frank 
would need a little time to himself before I returned home and taking Anne by the hand allowed her to 
lead me to her bedroom.  


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My Wet Neighbour – Part5.

By morning the next day, I had not seen my son and thought it best to leave him to himself. We both 
needed to think about the implications of what had happened the day before. 

I was going about my usual routine. My husband had left for work some two hours before and I had 
heard Frank leave quietly at around 09.30 to get to college. I was alone in the house and enjoying the 
quiet and my own thoughts of the previous few days events when I was shaken out of my daydreams 
by the ring of the phone.

I picked it up, “Hello.”

“Hello Mary, Its Wendy Kent here.”

“Oh hello….Mrs Kent,” I said, rather surprised by her call.

“I hope you don’t mind me phoning but Anne said that you might like me to start cleaning for you.”

I was surprised by her coolness after what we had done together with Anne and mumbled, 
“Erh…Yes….Erh.. yes I think I would.”

“Are you sure? You seem a bit put out by my calling.” She said.

By now I was gaining my composure and replied, “No not at all Mrs Kent and yes, I would definitely 
like to talk to you about you coming to clean for me.”

“Good,” she said, “I can always do with the extra income, and please, call me Wendy. I like to be on 
first name terms with my ‘ladies’.”

“Okay Wendy it is,” I said, “when would be convenient for you to come round to discuss details?”

“Well how about now. I can be with you in twenty minutes.”

“That would be fine. See you then,” I answered and hung up the phone. God, what was I doing. Did I 
really want Wendy to start cleaning for me. Did I want to be one of her ‘special’ ladies. What the hell, I 
thought. Go for it! She is obviously trusted by Anne and if Anne can rely on her discretion then so 
could I. 

I decided, rather illogically, that if she was going to come to my house to talk about cleaning it, then I 
should quickly rush round and clean it myself. I knew it was crazy but it’s just the sort of thing you do 
isn’t it. You don’t want your cleaner to see what a mess you live in. I quickly sorted things out and 
chucked all the dirty crockery into the dishwasher when I realised I had already been 15 minutes. With 
only a few moments left before Wendy arrived I wanted to be sure I looked okay and dashed upstairs to 
straighten my hair etc. I wasn’t yet dressed but did have underwear on under my robe and generally 
looked decent enough to have visitors, I thought.

I went back down stairs just as the doorbell rang. I opened it to a warm smile from Wendy who greeted 
me with the kind words, “thanks for asking me round. It is much appreciated that you may wish to take 
me on as your cleaner.”

“Please come in,” I said and showed Wendy through into the lounge and invited her to sit down. 
“So…Wendy….I’ve never taken on a cleaner before and to tell the truth I don’t really know the drill, 
so to speak.”

She immediately put me at ease by saying, “Don’t worry about that. Basically I do a few hours a week 
general cleaning. For a little extra I am also willing to do ironing, if you want.” She paused and then 
said, “and as you know, for selected clients, I occasionally earn bonuses for special duties.”

“Would I be a ‘selected’ client?,” I asked. 

“Oh I think after the other day at Anne’s that you would certainly qualify if you wanted my special 
services.”, she replied with a smile.

I really did want a cleaner but the thought of Wendy doing other things for me as well was a real turn 
on. As we spoke about it, even in polite, cryptic tones, I was felling myself getting turned on. As I 
described before, Wendy was a very attractive woman and I think she knew it.

“So do you want me?” she said, again with a smile but this time a dirty kind of smile.

“Oh yes, Wendy,” I said, “I want you as my cleaner all right and I will most definitely being paying 
you bonuses from time to time!”

“Great,” she said, “but there is one thing I would like to understand.  When I offer a client special 
services I have found it best to know whether they wish me to take the lead.” 

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Well,” she went on, “do you wish me to be submissive since you are the lady of the house or would 
you prefer me to be more dominant in those situations? I seemed to me that when we met at Anne’s 
you were at ease being somewhat submissive. Am I correct?” she said.

“Oh, I see,” I said and thought for a moment before answering, “I suppose you’re right Wendy. Yes. I 
would be happy for you to take the lead but maybe at some time in the future I could change my mind.”

“Of course!” she said in a very up-beat tone, “and when do you want me to start.”

“I looked at her sheepishly, not wanting to appear over eager and quietly replied, “how about today.”

“Fine Mary, just show me where your cleaning stuff is. Is it okay to call you Mary?”

“Yes of course,” I said “and…erh…”

“What is it?” she asked.

“Well, if its not too pushy could you….erh…would you….um… Let me start again,” I said and 
gathering my courage blurted out, “would you be prepared to start by earning a special bonus, today 
Wendy?”

“Oh I see, a bonus on my first day,” she said, “you really are keen aren’t you Mary. Well, I don’t see 
why not. I can always start the cleaning tomorrow.” With that she gave me the most beautifully gentle 
smile and slowly stood up. The, without saying anything, she undid her jeans, pulled them down and 
took them off before sitting back down. She now had on a sweatshirt and a pair of black panties. She 
settled back into the sofa and opened her legs slightly all the time looking me straight in the eye.

I didn’t know what to say or do but just sat in my chair watching her with my gaze switching from her 
face to her crotch and back again.

The she spoke, “Knell down Mary and come over her.”

I was already so excited, I was eager to do as she instructed and immediately sunk of my chair to the 
floor. Then on my hands and knees I crawled over to her stopping between her legs and placed a hand 
on each of her thighs. I then looked at her, as if waiting to be given further instructions.

“Good girl,” Mary, now I want you to use your fingers and tongue on me. You will bring me off and I 
want you to do it quickly. I like to do these things quick and dirty. You will not speak while you are 
doing it and you will not touch yourself. Is that clear?”

I nodded and pushing my hands up her thighs, I pulled her panties to one side with my left hand and 
started to play with her pussy with the other. Wendy laid back and closed her eyes. I started to push my 
index finger into her and fuck her with it and at the same time dropped my head to her and started to 
lick at her clitoris. I started gently but remembering her instructions started to speed up my actions as 
she started to shout at me, “Come on Mary, do it dirty. Fuck me you filthy bitch. Fuck me dirty and 
make me come…oh god….yes… make me come Mary.

Wendy was obviously as turned on as I was because she started to rub her tits through her top and 
pushed her pussy hard against my mouth and onto my pumping finger. 

“Use more fingers. Fill me up Mary,” she shouted, “Come on, now! Do it now before I come.”

I did as I was told and pushed a further two fingers into her continuing to finger fuck her as fast as I 
now could.

Wendy started to pant and squeal like a puppy as she reached orgasm. As she did so she clamped her 
thighs tight against my face and grabbing my head sort of rubbed my face up and down her pussy. I 
was getting covered in her juices all over my face and into my hair.

As her orgasm subsided she pushed my face away and caught her breath, then looking at me smiled and 
said, “Very good Mary, very good. I can see that I am going to enjoy working for you. Now stand up 
and remove your underwear.

I was loving this and stood as instructed eager to please. “Do you want my robe of as well?” I asked.

“No Mary, just your underwear. Leave you robe on for now.” She said.

I did as I was told and having removed my bra and put my arms back in my robe, I then pulled my 
panties off. 

“Give me your panties, Mary,” Wendy said.

I looked puzzled but did as she said.

She took them and placed them in her bag saying, “I like to keep a momento the first time I get a bonus 
from a client. Now Mary lead the way to your kitchen please.”

I turned and lead her through the hallway and into the kitchen.

As we went in Wendy looked around and then making for the table sat down. I went to join her but she 
stopped me saying, “You can remain standing Mary.  Please go over by the sink and open your robe for 
me.”

I did as instructed. My nipples were now standing proud and I was so excited I could feel juices leaking 
from my pussy and starting to rub down my thighs. I wanted so bad to touch myself and was relieved 
when Mary said, “Now I want to see you pussy Mary.  Stand with your legs further apart please and 
open yourself for me.”

Again I did as I was told and having spread my legs I pulled myself open with my fingers. My own 
touch made me sigh with pleasure by this stage.

“You are a very good girl Mary,” she said and then lifting the bottom of her sweat shirt pulled it up and 
over her head to reveal her beautiful large breasts to me. Then standing, she removed her own panties 
and threw them to the floor as she sat back down.

“Now Mary, I want you to pee yourself.”

“Where?” I rather stupidly asked.

“There Mary, where you are standing but first put your legs firmly together and cup your hands over 
your cunt.”

I adjusted my stance so that my legs were firmly pressed together, put my hands in front of myself and 
then, so looking forward to the experience, relaxed my bladder and started to pee. My piss shoot out 
from me only to be caught in my hands and splashed back onto my self so that it ran down my legs into 
a large puddle on the floor.  As I peed Wendy sat playing with her pussy and pinching her clit between 
her finger and thumb. 

When my pee finished I started to rub myself too but Wendy firmly said, “Leave yourself alone Mary. 
There will be time for that in a minute. Now I want you to close your robe around you and lay on the 
floor in your piss.”

I eagerly did so and my robe immediately soaked up a huge amount of my pee such that it clung to me 
as though I had just got out of the shower with it on. As before at Anne’s I got the impression that 
Wendy liked to slightly humiliate her ‘clients’.

“Excellent Mary, now come nearer, sit between my legs facing me and open your robe.”

I positioned myself such that I was firmly between her legs, with my face about eighteen inches from 
her pussy and rested back on my arms. I thought I knew what was coming and hoped I was right.

I was! Wendy parted her pussy lips and started to piss on me. She directed her stream with her fingers 
so that she first sprayed my breasts and then bought the stream up to my face and hair.

“Open your mouth!” she shouted, “sluts like you like to drink my piss, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Then ask politely,” she said.

“Can I drink your piss Wendy. Please let me drink your piss,” I asked and opened my mouth.

She expertly directed her continuing stream into my mouth where it landed and cascaded down my 
neck and onto my breasts. As she neared the end she said, “That’s nearly all for now Mary. Your last 
mouthful you will swallow. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes,” I said and filled my mouth once again. As she stopped I looked at her with my mouth full 
and then swallowed it down in one gulp. Mary grabbed my face with her hands and then kissed me 
deep and hard, as if trying to get a taste of her own pee from me.  

Again she congratulated me on my behaviour saying, ”now Mary you have earned the chance to relieve 
yourself. Do you have a dildo?”

“No I don’t.” I said, “Sorry.”

“That’s a shame, Mary,” she said, “I intended to fuck you again myself. Never mind go and get your 
vibrator.”

“Sorry Wendy,” I said, “but I don’t have a vibrator either.”

“You’re kidding. A lady like you and you don’t have sex toys! This is not good enough Mary. If you 
want my special services then you had better get some toys for me to use on you. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” I said apologetically, “I will get something sorted.”

“I have a mind not to let you cum at all, as punishment, but since you have been such a good girl today 
I will be generous.” With that she walked over to the fridge and looked inside. “These will do,” she 
said bringing out a packet of carrots and a large tub of yoghurt. “Now take off that wet robe and lean 
over your sink for me.”

I removed the pee soaked robe and dutifully lent over the sink.

Wendy came behind me and pulled my legs as far apart as they would go still allowing me to rest with 
my elbows on the sink. She then emptied the tub of yoghurt over my lower back and let it run down my 
arse crack before dripping onto the floor. She grabbed handfuls of the stuff and massaged it into my 
pussy and all round by arse. Then selecting two of the largest carrots, she lightly pushed one into my 
cunt and the other into my arse hole where she left them and returned to her seat.

“Now Mary, remain resting on your shoulders and with a hand on each carrot I want you first to pee 
yourself again and then you will fuck yourself.”

I put my right hand over my back and grabbed the carrot in my bottom whilst with my left hand 
between my legs I got hold of the carrot in my pussy. Then I relaxed myself and started to let my pee 
flow. I didn’t need to go a lot but there was enough to put on a show for Wendy and with the carrot in 
my pussy, my stream sprayed out in a good shower. I could see by her reaction that Wendy was 
pleased. Once my piss had stopped I started to fuck myself. Both Wendy and I knew that I was 
practically coming before I started and that I wouldn’t be long. I started to scream and shout as with 
only a few pushes of the carrot in my arse I started to feel my orgasm. As it came I sank to my knees so 
that I could better fuck with the carrots. My juices poured out of my pussy and mixed with the messy 
yoghurt and piss that covered my thighs and the floor between my legs. I rapidly finished what was the 
quickest orgasm I could remember in a long time, even quicker than those recently with Anne where I 
had been so excited. 

The strange thing was, once I had come I suddenly felt embarrassed. Here I was sitting in my own cum 
and pee, covered with yoghurt, still wet with Wendy’s piss, a carrot in my backside and one in my 
pussy and all in front of a woman who was still a relative stranger. I simply couldn’t believe what I was 
doing nor did I know how to act.

Wendy saw my predicament and enjoyed it, I think. “God, you’re a filthy slut, aren’t you Mary?” she 
said. “Look at the state of you. Now go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up.”

“Thank you, I will,” I said as I pulled myself to my feet and wiped as much of the mess of myself as I 
could and left the room not believing that I was actually thanking her for humiliating me.

I was upstairs for fifteen minutes or so and wandered back down not quite knowing what to expect. 
When I entered the kitchen, Wendy was dressed and was just finishing cleaning of the kitchen.  It was 
spotless, showing no sign at all of our messy fun. Most surprisingly Wendy had reverted from the role 
of dominant to that of my cleaner, “Sorry about the mess Mary. I cleaned it all up well and I will get on 
with the rest of the house straight away. Is that okay?”

“Er..yes, that will be fine Wendy,” I said, “please carry on.”

“Thank you Mary,” she said and gathering her cleaning kit set about her normal duties.

I was really quite bizarre but good to know that there was a definite end to our ‘bonus’ sessions after 
which it was simply forgotten and normality resumed. This made me feel much more comfortable 
about the sexual path I was allowing her and Anne to lead me down.


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My Wet Neighbour – Part 6.

Two day’s later I was planning to call on Anne again since I had not seen her for a few days. I decided 
first however to make a bit of an effort and get myself some new clothes and maybe some new 
underwear. The shopping trip was originally intended to be to a local sex shop to get the toys that Mrs 
Kent had told me to have ready for her next visit; a strap-on dildo and a vibrator. However at the last 
minute, after a whole day and night talking myself into it, I lost my nerve. I figured I would ask Anne 
to recommend a web site or two where I could get the toys and where I could be relatively anonymous. 
So it was new clothes instead for this trip!

I had had a real busy day, I didn’t seem to have achieved much, but nevertheless nearly the whole day 
had gone by the time I was ready to go out. I left a note for my husband telling him I was going 
shopping and would be back as soon as possible but was not likely to be home before him. With that I 
set off to the local town arriving only ten minutes or so, later. I knew I didn’t have long before the 
shops started closing for the day so decided on a particularly little boutique I had seen on my previous 
visit but had never been in. From their window display they seemed to have some nice stuff and a little 
different to what was available everywhere else. Just special enough for the way I was feeling and to 
celebrate my new sexual confidence and adventures.

The shop was down a small side street and didn’t seem too busy as I approached it. I looked in the 
window and, confident it would have something to my taste, I entered.  As soon as I walked in a 
woman in maybe her early forties approached me and extremely politely apologised saying, “I’m sorry 
but you’re a little too late today madam. We were just preparing to close.”

“Oh,” I said, “Sorry, I thought you shut at 5.30.”

“No, I’m afraid not. We tend to close up at 5.00 if possible. I’m very sorry madam.”

“That’s okay,” I said, disappointedly. I was just turning towards the door when another woman walked 
into the display area from the back stockroom. She was around twenty and with the same petite sort of 
figure as myself.

“Mum, where are those new …….” She said, obviously not realising there were any customers in the 
shop, “Oh sorry,” she continued looking at me, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“That’s okay,” I said, “I was just leaving anyway. I thought you were open half an hour more.”

The young woman turned to the older one, who I now knew to be her mother, and said, “I’ll be around 
a little longer Mum. If this lady want’s to browse I’m happy to attend to her.”

“Are you sure?” her mother asked.

“Yeah sure,” she said with a smile and glancing between her mother and myself, “I’ll lock up when I 
finish in the stock room and see you at home shortly.”

“Well okay,” her mother said and then turning to me smiled and continued, “Well then madam, my 
daughter will look after you then. Is that okay?”

“Yes of course,” I said, “much appreciated!”

With that the older woman left the shop whilst her daughter said, “Listen, I’m sorting the stock room, 
so I’ll just lock the front door to make sure no one else comes in now and leave you to browse. If you 
want anything let me know and if you decide nothing suits give me a shout and I’ll let you out. Okay? 
Oh, I’m Lisa by the way.”

“Thank you Lisa,” I said, “Its very kind of you to go to the trouble.”

“No problem,” she replied and walked back into the stock room.

I have to say I was quite taken by Lisa. With my new found ‘interest’ in lesbian sex my mind went into 
overdrive. As I perused the racks I couldn’t stop thinking about the sexual possibilities of the situation I 
found myself in. I realised that in my mind I had decided to make a pass at Lisa. A week ago I would 
never have dreamt of such a thing or even fantasised about it, but now things were different. I was 
different and I was going to go for it. Anne would be proud of me!

I started to select some items to try on; a couple of pairs of trousers and some underwear. I decided on 
some really beautiful lacy items and some panties that were as skimpy as I could find. Then I called 
Lisa’s name. 

She came through to the shop immediately and said, “So how’s it going?”

“Fine thanks. You have some really nice stuff here. Could I try these on please,” I said.

“Yes of course madam,” she said pulling back a small curtain, “the changing room is just here.”

“Thanks, and by the way my please call me Mary.”

“Okay, Mary,” she replied, “if you need any help just shout.”

In the changing room, I immediately started to undress. I removed my skirt and blouse and then my 
bra. I was by now feeling very sexy. There was a small stool in the corner of the room, which I sat 
down on. Then licking my fingers, I bought them down to my nipples and started to massage them. 
They became immediately hard. I continued on my tits with one hand and the other I pushed down into 
my panties and started to rub against my mound. This was so good. In a strange environment, quietly 
masturbating with the young Lisa only a few yards away. I could feel myself starting to come and 
remembered my session with Anne where she encouraged me to come as quietly as possible. I did the 
same again, biting my lip to stop myself from making any noise as I continue to masturbate myself to a 
quick and gentle orgasm.

Having cum, I bought my hand up from my pussy and licked my juice from my fingers. I was so on 
heat I just had to take this further. God, I hoped Lisa’s response would be okay. My stomach turned 
with fear as I remained in just my panties and called her name once again.

Again, Lisa appeared almost immediately, and spoke from the other side of the curtain, “Do you need 
some help Mary?”

“Yes,” I said, “It’s okay to come in.”

She pulled back the curtain and stepped in only to stop in her tracks as she saw I was almost naked. 
“Oh sorry”! She said.

“That’s fine,” I replied not attempting to cover myself but instead actually opening my legs just a little 
further, “I’m afraid these trousers aren’t quite what I’m after.”

“What in particular are you looking for?” she asked trying not to look at by breasts or crotch.

“Well actually,” I said, “what I really wanted were trousers like yours. Do you have anything like 
that?”

“I’m not sure to be honest,” she said, “I did get them here. Not surprisingly I get most of my clothes 
through the shop, but I’m not sure if there are any like this left. Hold on and I’ll take a look.”

She came back a few moments later, “Sorry Mary, we don’t have any of these left,” she said touching 
the waistband of her trousers.

This was it! Now or never! “What size are yours Lisa?” I asked looking her straight in the eye.

“Er…um…size 10. Why?” she said puzzled.

“That’s exactly my size. Sell me your trousers Lisa!”

She looked at me for a moment and then said, “You’re joking right!” but obviously not quite sure if I 
was or not.

“No, no joke,” I said, “You sell me your trousers and I’ll give you twice the rack price.”

“Oh I couldn’t do that,” she replied nervously.

“Of course you could Lisa. I get the trousers I want and you make a good profit – easy as that!”

Once again she looked confused but I could see the idea was going through her head. “Let me get this 
straight. I sell you the actual trousers I am wearing and you give me twice the usual price for them!”

“That’s it!” I said.

Again she mulled it over and then said, “Okay you’re on,” and started to step out of the room.

“Hold on,” I said going for broke, “there’s one more condition. You take them off here, in front of me.”

The realisation of what I had just said hit her. She froze just looking at me. I could almost hear her 
brain computing the options; ask me to leave politely, tell me to get the fuck out of her shop or perhaps, 
just perhaps, go for it. Remove her trousers in front of another woman who was obviously just as 
interested in the show of her removing them as she was in buying them.

After what seemed like an age she replied in a voice so quiet I could hardly hear, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

She then paused again as if not knowing quite how to start. She looked at me and I looked back and 
smiled to put her at ease. She then very slowly and nervously undid the button and unzipped the 
trousers. Then she looked again for approval. 

“That’s fine,” I said gently, “go on Lisa, now take them off for me.”

She sighed, smiled nervously again and then slowly pulled the trousers down to her ankles. She then 
coyly slipped them over her feet and as she stood straight again, picked them up and held them in front 
of herself as if to cover as much of herself as possible. Her nervousness turned me on even more.

I held out my hand to take the trousers. Lisa paused yet again so I lent forward, took hold of the 
trousers and gradually eased them out of her hands. As I did so Lisa pulled her T-shirt down as far as 
she could to maintain her modesty but it wasn’t long enough. She stood before me, legs tightly 
together, in a pair of black g-sting panties and the T-shirt, which barely came to her navel. I could 
clearly see that, whilst not shaved, Lisa kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed with barely a whisper 
visible from the g-string. I couldn’t wait to see her turn around and to get a look at her bottom.

“There, that wasn’t so difficult was it.” I said in a most friendly tone.

“No, I suppose not,” She replied and then said innocently, “now what?”

“Well Lisa, now you can either leave me to try on the trousers, take the money and let me out or….,” I 
paused.

“Or what?”

“Or, you can stay here and help me with underwear,” I said.

“You’ve got some underwear to try, I see,” she said.

“Yes I have Lisa, but to tell the truth, having seen yours I now know exactly what I want.”

She obviously realised straight away what I was saying but remained coy, “You want a g-string like 
mine.”

“No Lisa,” I replied rather more dominantly, “I don’t want one like yours. I want yours! Sell me your 
underwear as well as the trousers.”

This time there was little hesitation. I think Lisa was by now getting turned on by the situation and 
smiling at me, quickly pulled the g-string off and held it out to me like an obedient schoolgirl. She then 
said without any prompting from me, “Do you want my T-shirt too?”

“Absolutely Lisa, I want all your clothes off,” I said.

Lisa then pulled the T-shirt over her head and stood before me, totally naked and totally beautiful. I 
was simply dripping with wetness at the strip show she had provided me. Without speaking I stood up 
and stood right in front of her. I put my left hand on her shoulder, pulled her towards me and kissed her 
full on the lips and at the same time bought my right hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She 
bent a little at the knees and let my hand explore between her legs. Then she sighed, lent her head on 
my shoulder and started to gyrate her hips against my hand. She was going to cum and it wasn’t going 
to take her long. I decided she deserved an early orgasm and continued to probe and rub her pussy but 
now faster and harder and now I spoke to her, “Come on Lisa, cum for me. Bring yourself off on my 
hand Lisa. You naughty little girl, you want to cum don’t you Lisa, you want to cum on mummy’s 
hand.”

My use of the word ‘mummy’ seemed to really get her going and she started to pant, almost collapsing 
away from me as she started to orgasm against me. I could feel her juices on my hand and my own 
running down my thighs, my own panties having become soaked. As Lisa finished her orgasm I gently 
turned her and helped her down onto the stool in the corner of the changing room. She slumped back 
against the wall, regaining her breath and started to massage the last throws of orgasm out of her own 
pussy.

“God that was good, but I’ve never done anything with another woman before. You want tell anyone 
will you,” she said seeming to get nervous at the realisation of what we had done.

“Of course not Lisa. You were wonderful and I’m glad you enjoyed it but we needn’t finish yet. What 
time will you be expected home?”

She said that she had at least another half-hour before her mother would expect to see her.

“So you happy to stay a little longer?” I asked.

“Oh yes ‘Mummy’” she replied with a sideways glance and a naughty smile.

I just loved the fact that she had so quickly picked up on my adopting the role of ‘Mummy’ when I 
encouraged her orgasm. It just seemed so suitable with our age difference and I personally loved the 
fantasy of her being my daughter and me seducing her.

“Do you want to be a good girl for mummy?”

“Oh yes, of course I do,” she smiled.

“Then you must do whatever mummy says, is that okay?”

She didn’t answer but gently nodded her approval.

I laid myself down on the floor of the changing room, which was so small half of me was out in the 
shop and probably on view if someone cared to look closely enough through the locked door of the 
shop. 

“I want you to suck me Lisa, I want you to lick me, I want to feel your tongue in my pussy and in my 
bottom Lisa. Come here…..”

Lisa dropped to her knees from the stool and knelt between my legs. She then lifted my ankles and 
helped me pull my panties off. I then spread my legs as wide as I could and raised my knees.

“Now Lisa, do it to me now and be dirty!” I begged.

She was now captivated. She dropped her head between my legs and immediately started to lick 
frantically at my cunt. I grabbed her head and pushed her face into my pussy and at the same time 
bucked my hips so that I was just about fucking her face. As my excitement built I pulled her head 
away, sat up and then turning over, positioned myself on all fours. “Lick my bottom Lisa, I want to feel 
your tongue in my bottom.”

She seemed hesitant so I shouted, “Do it Lisa! Put your tongue and fingers into my bottom. You want 
to make ‘mummy’ happy don’t you?”

Again my pretending to be her ‘mummy’ did the trick and she grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled them 
open before plunging her tongue into by arse crack. She delved with it around my hole and then bought 
her fingers into play, pushing one then two into my bottom before starting to fuck me with them. Lisa 
may not have done it with a woman before but she was certainly not inexperienced. She knew how to 
use her fingers, probably from practice on herself I thought.

I bought one of my own hands up between my legs and started to finger fuck my cunt whilst Lisa 
remained hard at work on my bottom. Before long, I too was screaming my way to an outrageous 
orgasm, “yes, yes, fuck me Lisa, fuck me hard in my little bottom, go on, fuck me Lisa.”

As soon as I came I turned around and hugged and kissed Lisa. It was all so quick and so passionate. I 
was in heaven with this pretty little thing. I couldn’t hold back and decided to go for broke with her. 
Still hugging her, I laid her down and positioned myself on top of her and in a 69 position. I started to 
lick and finger her pussy as she did the same to me. Then I slowly and deliberately relaxed myself and 
started to gently pee. I didn’t know what reaction this would get.

As soon as Lisa realised what I was doing, her first reaction was to try and get up. I hugged her tighter 
and sped up my probing of her pussy with my hands and mouth. If I could get her cumming I knew she 
would let me continue to pee and she did just that. As she started to cum again she started to talk to me, 
“Oh yes Mary, oh yes, oh yes,” she kept repeating as my piss ran over her face and onto the floor. She 
started to buck her pussy into my face.  

I had quickly, and fairly quietly, cum again but I don’t think Lisa had noticed. She was certainly ready 
herself but before she did, I encouraged her to her knees and then onto the stool again and then I 
returned to laying on the floor in front of her.

She realised the opportunity to try what I had done and pulled her pussy lips open. Then as she rubbed 
her clit hard and fast she too started to pee. At first her stream shot into the air, right over me and 
against the changing room curtain but she quickly adjusted her position and directed the rest of her 
flow all over my face and breasts. As her piss subsided her orgasm began and she now practically 
ignored me as she bought herself off, shouting simply, oh mum, oh yes, oh mummy I’m cumming for 
you.”

We both remained silent as we relaxed. We had both gone from an innocent encounter to the most dirty 
and slutty sex in no more than twenty minutes and we ere both a little shocked at our behaviour. 

As reality started to dawn Lisa stood and said, Of God, look at the mess, what will mum say?”

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I will help you clean up and all you have to say, if she notices, is that you spilt a 
little water here. She’ll never know the difference because she has no reason to doubt what you say.”

We both started to clean up remaining naked as we did so. It was an added treat to she her bending and 
wiping and cleaning in the nude. I was engrossed by her young beauty. With the cleaning done we 
started to dress. She picked up her g-string but I grabbed it from her and said, “I think you sold me 
that,” with which I promptly put it in my bag as a keepsake. 

“And do you really want my trousers or was that just a ploy to seduce me?” she asked. 

“Would you mind if I said it was?”

“No I think I would like that. The thought of you deciding you were going to have me even though we 
were practically strangers is a real turn on. To tell the truth I thought you were attractive and hoped I 
might get a glimpse of you trying on underwear.”

“But I thought you hadn’t done it with another woman before,” I said.

“I haven’t, but I often get turned on watching ladies getting undressed in the changing room. 
Sometimes I know they are deliberately letting me see their pussies and bottoms. You can tell; and 
when they do, sometimes I have to bring myself off in the stockroom.”

“Lisa, what would your mother say,” I said in mock surprise.

“What would she say if she saw what you just did to me. Believe me, I know mum, and I know she 
does the same as me. I’ve seen her looking at clients from time to time and once I even saw her and a 
lady touching each other, if you know what I mean.”

“Stop it Lisa,” I said, “you’re getting me hot gain and both I and you really must be going home.”

“Will you be calling again Mary?” she asked as we walked towards the door.

“Oh, count on it Lisa.”

“Good!” she said, “and if mum’s not here will you be my ‘mummy’ again?”

“Oh yes please,” I said, “I would love that, but what if you mother is here?”

She looked at me with a devilish grin, “If she is, why don’t you try to get her naked like you did me. 
Bet you couldn’t do that!”

“Are you challenging me to seduce your mother Lisa, your naughty girl!” I said laughing.

She looked serious for a moment and then looked me straight in the eye and said quietly and 
deliberately, “Yes, Mary, I want to see you seduce my mother, right here in the shop and I’ll help you 
do it.”

I smiled and said, “Okay Lisa, you’re on.” I then kissed her goodbye at the door before turning and 
walking away to go home..”
 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

My Wet Neighbour – Part 7.

I decided not to return to the shop for a few days. Firstly because I had by now ordered a large strap-on 
dildo and two vibrators from an internet site and I wanted to have the dildo with me when I returned. 
Secondly I wanted Lisa to have plenty of time to think about the challenge she had thrown down; so 
when I returned to the shop she would be sure of what she was doing. 

When I did finally decide to go, I again left it late in the day. I wanted Lisa’s mother to be able to close 
the shop, if things went the way I planned. I told my husband I was going to the gym with Anne and set 
off for the boutique to arrive around 5 o’clock again.

As I entered, it was Lisa who was in the shop, adjusting and tidying clothes on the rails. When she saw 
me she beamed a huge smile and walking towards me, took my hand in hers, gave me a little kiss on 
the cheek and said, “It’s great to see you again Mary.”

“Good to see you again too,” I said, “are you still on for some more fun with me?”

“Absolutely!” she exclaimed.

“Is it just you here. I was hoping that maybe your mother would be here too,” I said.

“Why? Are you going to go for my little bet? Are you going to try and seduce her.”

“She is here then?” I asked.

“Yes she’s in the back room. Oh god, this is so exciting!”

Wait a minute Lisa,” I said, “calm down. Are you really sure about this? Are you absolutely sure that 
you want this and more to the point that your mother might. If she takes offence all hell could break 
lose. Do you understand?”

Lisa calmed herself and replied, “yes I understand and believe me mum’s up for this. I told you I have 
seen her being very intimate with one or two customers in the past. I just know she sometimes gets 
turned on when clients play up to her sexually.”

“Okay Lisa,” I said, “then you go into the stock room and leave it to your mother to come and serve m 
and remember, you’ve got to be patient. I’ve got to get the situation right but keep an eye out and we 
will see if your mum’s really into getting it on with a customer. I’ll leave it to you to make your 
presence known when you think the moment is right and whether your tell her about my previous visit.  
Just be sure of one thing Lisa, if we pull this off, I’m not messy around. If I have my way I’m going to 
fuck your mother right in front of you, so are you definitely sure you want this to happen? Last chance 
to back out!”

Lisa thought for a few seconds, smiled and said simply, “go for it Mary” before turning and walking 
into the back of the shop.

I continued to browse for a few moments and selected a pair of really skin-tight trousers. They would 
be perfect for my plan. Then I waited a few minutes more before Lisa’s mother came into the sales 
area.

“Oh hello again,” she said, “aren’t you the lady from the other day?”

“Yes, I couldn’t make up my mind then, but decided I must come back. You have such lovely clothes 
here,” I said adding, “it’s Mary by the way.”

“Glad you like our stuff Mary. My name’s Claire. Have you seen anything you like this time?”

“Well actually I have. These trousers are just great, do you think I could try them on?” Before she 
answered I added, “I know I’m late again and that you close soon, but I promise not to keep you.”

Claire assured me that the time was not an issue and showed me to the changing room. She opened the 
curtain for me and offered her assistance should I need it.

I entered the cubicle and hanging my bag on the peg, sat down on the corner stool. The mental images 
of Lisa and I together in the cubicle a few days before came flooding back to me and I felt my pussy 
getting moist. I was absolutely in the mood for some more of the same and felt certain I would be able 
to make Claire a willing partner. I proceeded to remove the jeans I was wearing and then struggling 
with the tightness, hauled myself into the stretch lycra trousers I had selected. They were perfect; so 
tight that you could see the outline of my pussy lips straining against the material.

I called, “Do you have a moment Claire?”

Within a few seconds she appeared at the curtain and pulling it back stood in the doorway of the 
changing room. “Everything okay?” she asked.

“I think so,” I said, “I think these are really nice but I wanted a second opinion. What do you think?”

Claire looked at me closely and I saw her notice how tight they were around my crotch and arse, before 
saying, “I think they look great on you but you seem just a little unsure is there a problem.”

“To be honest,” I said, “I don’t like the panty line that shows through on the backside.”

Claire replied, “What would you normally wear with them, a string?”

“To tell the truth I wouldn’t normally wear any undies with them but I appreciate I can’t try them on 
like that.”

Claire thought for a moment and said, “Can I be honest with you. They are actually an end of line item. 
If you don’t have them I will probably move them into ‘old stock’ anyway so if your buying them 
depends on trying them without underwear, please feel free, Mary.”
  
“Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Yes,” she said, “no problem.”

I didn’t give Claire the chance to walk away before I undid the button, pulled down the zipper and 
started to try and get them off. They were so tight they would hardly move. I just couldn’t stretch them 
enough to get them over my backside and was practically falling over trying to do so. I started to laugh 
at my own predicament and Claire started to giggle with me.

“Let me help you,” she said, “before you do yourself an injury. Here, sit on the stool.”

I fell onto the stool and lent against the cubicle wall as Claire knelt down in front of me. As she did so I 
saw Lisa now watching quietly from the door of the stock room. Claire lifted my feet from the floor 
and grabbed the bottom of each leg of the trousers. She then started to pull. “Lift you bottom then!” she 
said.

I did as instructed but not until Claire was pulling hard. As I lifted my backside the trousers started to 
come off and I made sure my panties would go with them. Before she realised, the trousers were 
around the top of my thighs together with my underwear and Claire was looking me straight in the 
pussy.

“God, I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t see your knickers were coming too.” And then she paused, staring 
just a little too long at my mound before looking me in the eye.

I smiled and said, “Don’t worry, they were coming off anyway and I’m sure you seen enough nudity in 
your changing room over the years, not to be embarrassed. Now if you could just pull them the rest of 
the way off and don’t worry about my panties.”

Claire resumed pulling at the trousers, which came down my legs and completely off taking the panties 
with them. I was now sat before her with my pussy fully exposed and with the opportunity to open my 
legs a little before she stood up. I didn’t miss the chance and exposed more of myself to her gaze to see 
if I would get a reaction. I did! Claire looked long and hard at my crotch before starting to stand.

“Please don’t go yet,” I said, “I think I’ll need help getting them back on and will certainly like your 
opinion.”

I stood up and started to put the trousers back on. Once upto my thighs I asked Claire to help pull them 
the rest of the way. She stood close to me. Close enough that I could feel her body warmth. She put her 
hands into the waistband at the back whilst I pulled at the front. The felling of her hands against by 
buttocks was fantastic and I felt a twinge of excitement in my pussy. As the trousers went on Claire 
stepped back and sat on the stool herself, in order to see what I looked like. I pulled up the zipper and 
buttoned them up then turned to show her. I could feel the material so tight that it was parting my pussy 
lips and pressing hard against my clit. Claire immediately noticed and said they looked just great on me 
but then seemed to hesitate.

“What is it?” I asked, “something not right with them?”

“Well it just that they look a little tight here.” And with that bought her hand up between my legs, onto 
the crotch of the trousers and against my pussy. “Are they too tight here?” she said and pressed a little 
harder with her hand.

“To be honest Claire, they are wonderfully tight. I like to feel sexy when I wear trousers like this.”

She didn’t move her hand away, “and do you? Do you feel sexy in them?”

“Oh yes,” I said, “but that could be your hand of course.” I waited for her reaction to my flirting.

Again she kept her hand against my crotch and said jokingly, “well I always try to please my customers 
in what ever way I can.”

“And just how far will you go to please a customer,” I said, looking at her straight in the eye and with 
the most lustful expression I could muster. At the same time I deliberately moved my hips to rub 
myself against her hand.

Claire stood, positioned herself as close to me as she could reasonably get, still with her hand in place, 
and whispered, “all the way, if necessary.”

We both knew at that moment that we had passed the divide. We had decided that we were attracted to 
each other and where going to act upon it. 

I lent forward, kissed her gently and said quietly, “all the way would be just fine by me.” As I said it I 
looked over her shoulder to see Lisa still peering at us from the stock room door and I smiled 
knowingly at her before saying to Claire, “what about your daughter?”

She seemed to suddenly remember where we were and said, “Oh yes!, Umm…”

I stopped her talking and pulling the curtain closed on the cubicle said, “lets just do it quietly. She’ll 
never even know and think how sexy it will be, with the risk of being caught.”

By this time we were both committed and she kissed me deeply and started to rub her hand harder 
against my crotch saying, “okay Mary, lets do it, but please keep quiet as possible.”

“Of course,” I whispered, knowing full well that Lisa knew the game was on and that she would no 
doubt be opening the curtain a little to keep a view of proceedings. I made sure Claire’s back remained 
towards the curtain to make things easier for Lisa and started to respond to Claire’s attentions.  I rubbed 
my crotch hard against her hand and bought my hands up to her breasts. She felt gorgeous; firm and 
much larger than they appeared when you looked at her. 

For her part Claire continued to rub my crotch and nestling her head on my shoulder whispered to me 
in the most submissive tone, “what do you want me to do?”

I really liked the fact that she was happy for me to lead and replied to her forcefully, “first pass me my 
bag.”

She turned, grabbed my bag and passed it to me. I opened it, reached in and drew out the strap-on dildo 
I had recently purchased.

“Good God!” she exclaimed, “why have you got that?”

“Why do you think Claire. To fuck you with of course,” I said.

Before she did so she said, “Are you saying you came here intending to make a pass at me? How did 
you know…?”

She stopped in mid-sentence realising that that was exactly what I had intended. Her next remark 
would confirm whether she was going to accept the situation and I was so greatly pleased when she 
continued her previous offer, “so, what do you want me to do?”

“Kneel down on your hands and knees,” I said.

Claire kissed me once more and then slowly sank to her knees, turned away from me and lent forward 
onto her hands. There she remained, obediently waiting for me to act.

I took off my top and bra before pulling the trousers off again. Then I stepped into the dildo straps and 
lubricated the end with spit before kneeling behind this beautiful woman. Once in position I lifted her 
skirt up over her bottom and then roughly pulled her knickers to one side to expose her pussy. She 
sighed loudly and bought her hand up between her legs to rub herself briefly.

“Don’t forget Claire, you had better keep quiet or your daughter will her you and I’m sure you 
wouldn’t want her to know that you’re no more than a common slut, offering yourself to me right under 
her nose.” 

“Sorry Mary, I promise I will be quiet but please fuck me, get on and fuck me, please.” She begged, “I 
want you to do me so bad. I want to be fucked, I haven’t had it for so long.”

I didn’t need to be asked anymore and positioning the head of the dildo against her lips, I sunk into her. 
She yelped with delight before realising her noise and raised one hand to her mouth in an attempt to 
mask the noise. For myself I bought both my hands down underneath her and started to massage her tits 
as I fucked her as hard as I could with the dildo. I was determined to make her scream out as mush as 
she wanted to stay quiet.

As I lent forward onto her back I whispered into her ear, “Come on Claire, fuck like the dirty bitch you 
are. Fuck against my cock Claire, ride it, ride my cock hard.” As I spoke I fucked her faster and faster. 
So fast that I was almost breathless but it was having the effect. 

Claire was losing her control and having dropped from resting on her hands to resting on her elbows 
she started to pant, “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, please god fuck me with your cock Mary! Please make 
me cum, please.”

This was Lisa’s queue. I knew she must have been watching as best she could threw the side of the 
curtain and she now realise that her mother had reached the point of no return. Lisa threw back the 
curtain in mock surprise and shouted, “For Christ sake! What’s going on?”

Claire was mortified but too far gone to stop. She looked up at Lisa at the same time as continuing to 
push herself hard onto my ‘cock’. “Sorry, god I’m so sorry Lisa, I couldn’t help it, please forgive me 
Lisa, please forgive me, god I’m sorry, god I’m so sorry Lisa…”. As she spoke she still fucked the 
dildo as hard as she could almost as if determined to reach her orgasm so that she could bring a halt to 
the situation. 

Lisa smiled at me, a lustful, wanton smile of satisfaction at the sight before her. “Don’t worry Mum, I 
know how good it feels. I know how good Mary is!”

By this time Claire’s orgasm had peaked and as she started to calm down reality dawned, “what…what 
do you mean…you know Mary?”

“Sure Mum I know Mary from her last visit. She had me too and the I challenged her to see if she could 
do the same to you.”

“No, no Lisa, you can’t have set me up.” She pleaded.

“Sure mum. I’ve seen how you get turned on my some of the customers. I even saw you feeling one up 
once and I just got so turned on I wanted to see you go further. I wanted to see just how far you would 
take it with a stranger. And now look at you mum, kneeling on the floor, a dildo up your cunt, just 
begging to be fucked my a woman you only just met and all in front of your dear little daughter. Mum, 
you were excellent!”

With that Lisa dropped her jeans to the floor, pulled her knickers down and sat on the floor in front of 
her mother’s face. Claire tried to get up a little but I, still with my dildo inside her, lent on her back and 
held her in position.

“Now I want you to lick me mum,” said Lisa, “I want us all to have some more fun together.”

As she said this, I started to push the dildo in and out of Claire again and she started to instantly 
respond. Lisa pushed her hips forward so that her pussy was right in her mothers face and Claire, for 
her part, reached with her hands to Lisa’s pussy lips, parted them and plunged her tongue deep into her 
daughter’s cunt. The she started to lick and suck frantically as we also started to moan in excitement.

“Do you like this Claire, do you like to be fucked in front of Lisa?” I asked.

“Oh yes!” she said.

“Yes what bitch?” I shouted.

“Yes please. Yes please Mary, I liked to be fucked.”

Lisa was now beginning to get very excited and was humping her mother’s face with her cunt. “Fuck 
her Mary, fuck mummy hard, make her cum Mary.”

I started once again to plunge the dildo into Claire as deep as I could.

“Fuck her arse Mary, fuck her arse,” Lisa cried out.

“No, no not my arse, please,” said Claire looking at Lisa.

Lisa looked back at her, then at me and quite deliberately instructed me, “fuck her in the arse Mary!”

It was an order and I was glad to oblige. I pulled the dildo out of Mary and spiting on it again placed it 
against Claire’s arsehole. 

“Do it Mary, fuck her in the arse!” Lisa said.

“No please,” said Claire but very half-heartedly, as though she thought it only proper to object to such 
a thing.

I pushed the dildo against her arse and then it sank in, slowly but surely.

“Oh God!” Claire cried out as the dildo sank home.

“Yes, yes, do it to her Mary,” encouraged Lisa, “Make her cum again.” She said as she pulled back a 
foot or so from her mother’s face and bought her hands down onto her own pussy to start frantically 
masturbating to the scene before her.

I continued to fuck Claire’s arse when Lisa spoke again, “are you enjoying it mum? Do you want to see 
something else that Mary does.?”

She didn’t give Claire a chance to reply. She looked at me and I knew what she meant. I pulled the 
dildo out of Claire and standing up dropped it to the floor. Both Lisa and I then started to pee. I onto 
Claire’s arse and back and Lisa into her face and hair. She was obviously shocked but didn’t object. 
The dirtiness of what we were doing together bought Claire over the edge and she thrust a hand 
between her legs and started to grab at her pussy, to bring herself off.

As she came she rolled into a sitting position and grabbing my leg moaned, “Thank you, thank you 
Mary.” Then, having regained some composure, she turned to Lisa and said, “now your turn!” She 
grabbed the dildo from the floor and instructed her daughter to lean over the stool. Claire instantly 
obliged her mother and positioned herself ready to receive the large plastic cock. 

Claire didn’t bother to put it on, but rather just thrust it into Lisa’ cunt with her hand and then with both 
hands started to fuck her with it. This time it was Lisa’s turn to cum which she did after only a minute 
or two. 

We all sat on the floor looking at each other and not quite knowing what to say as the lust between us 
subsided. I broke the silence by saying, “so what about me. I haven’t cum yet.”

Claire and Lisa looked at each other, smiled and then looked at me. Claire spoke, “oh we haven’t 
forgotten you! Lisa lock the door! Mary call your husband and tell him you won’t be home for a 
while.” 

I knew it was my turn to be used and gave myself willingly to these two beautiful sexy women. As I 
sank back to the floor in anticipation of what I was about to receive I thought how far I had come in the 
two weeks since I had first seen Anne peeing herself at her doorway.

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My Wet Neighbour – Part 8.

A couple of days latter, I was sitting at my kitchen table pondering on where my recent sexual 
adventures had taken me. From my accidental catching of Anne wetting herself, having sex with her, 
being introduced to Mrs Kent, my seduction of Lisa and her mother and not least, having my son 
masturbate to order, in front of Anne and myself. 

It was that event in particular that my mind had kept wandering back to at various times every single 
day since it had happened. I knew it was dangerous but it kept nagging at my mind and the more it 
nagged the more I realised I was going to have to do something about it. Did I want to see Frank jerk 
off again, did I want to let him touch me? Should and I would I go further; perhaps let him know about 
my new-found interest in peeing?  I just didn’t know what to do.

The events of the next two hours were to answer all these questions for me.

As I sat thinking about these things my mind ran riot with lustful thoughts and my body responded.  As 
was becoming oh so common place for me of late, I threw caution to the wind and started to masturbate 
there in the kitchen. My husband was at work and Frank was somewhere around the house. Normally I 
would check where, before ‘enjoying myself, but on this occasion I didn’t care. Maybe I wanted to take 
the risk maybe, sub-consciously; I wanted him to catch me. In retrospect I think that was true.

Anyway, there I was, hot as hell and I intended to relieve myself. I remained seated, opened my robe 
and dropped my right hand under the table to my pussy. I parted my lips, insert two fingers into myself 
and placing my thumb against my clitoris started to frig myself, slowly and gently. As I did so I let my 
mind wander to Anne and to the day when she and I colluded into getting Frank to masturbate in front 
of us. I could see so clearly the image of him standing before us, just before he started to cum, looking 
at Anne openly masturbating her naked pussy and me rubbing myself through my clothing. Then I 
recalled his final few pumps of his dick before he shot his spunk onto my shoulder and chin. 

I held this final image in my mind as I sped up my frigging and started to feel the first throws of a 
building orgasm. As it built I bought my left hand to my breasts and started to pinch and squeeze my 
nipples.  I started to feel my wetness leaking out onto the kitchen chair and dipping into it with my left 
hand, bought it back onto my breasts and covered them with my pussy juice.

By this time I had no thought for Frank’s where-abouts. I was in a world of my own and enjoying every 
minute of it. My orgasm was building quickly and all I could do was rub, squeeze and pinch myself as 
hard and as fast as I could. As I started to cum, my legs stiffened and I half stood from the chair and 
lent down onto the tabletop. As I did so I tugged my housecoat up over my waist to expose my 
backside to the attentions of my free hand. I massaged my arse cheeks and anus with one hand whilst 
finishing myself off with the other and as my orgasm peaked I cried out in lust, with wetness running 
down my thighs. As I finished I slumped back into the chair, smiled and quietly congratulated myself 
on how wanton and lustful my sexual nature had become. I had lost so much social inhibition. No 
longer did I feel guilty, or constrained by the thoughts of rudeness; If I wanted to bring myself off in 
the kitchen then that’s what I did. It was exciting, it was my body in my time and I was free to enjoy 
myself. In short, I was having fun! 

I can’t pretend I was slightly concerned or at least aware of Frank being in the house. I was, but 
strangely I felt the urge to go further. It was the very potential of being caught that was adding to my 
excitement that day. I was determined to do just what pleased me. I thought to myself, what would I do 
right now if I knew I was alone. I knew exactly what I would do!

I stood and walked to the sink area. As described before the sink was directly opposite the door so if 
Frank were to walk in there would be no chance to cover myself. This was exactly what I wanted. The 
maximum risk gave the maximum thrill. Now standing at the sink I didn’t just open my robe,  I 
dropped it to the floor. I was totally naked and my whole body tightened as a thrill ran through it like a 
wave. I felt so exposed, so sooo naughty. 

Then I lent forward to the drainer and picked up a large wooden serving spoon.  Bending over the sink, 
I spread my legs, pulled my buttocks open and started to gently push the spoon handle into my arse: 
Not too quickly and not too deep. Just enough to imagine it was a lover fucking my arse for the first 
time. Not sure exactly what he was doing and not wanting to hurt me. Next I bought a hand to my 
pussy and started to rub myself again. I was in fantasy heaven.

Now relaxing into my fantasy I relaxed myself as much as possible and urged myself to start peeing. In 
a matter of seconds my pee started to flow, slowly at first and then heavier as I relaxed more. It ran 
through my fingers, sprayed against my pubic hair and ran down my legs onto the floor and around my 
feet. I rubbed myself faster and felt just a small gently second orgasm flood through me. A second in 
ten minutes was pleasing. It didn’t have to be huge. A small, quiet cumming was just right for my 
mood. I didn’t shout, or scream, I just murmured like a contented cat. 

I suppose at this point a little reality came back to me. I was feeling more satisfied and the high lust 
was subsiding. I had risked being caught but had got away with it. Now it was time to clear up and get 
on with the day. Just one more risk I thought. I would clean up my pee whilst remaining naked. Once 
the floor was clean, I would allow myself to put my robe back on. I grabbed a handful of kitchen paper 
towel and started to wipe the floor. 

Just as I was finishing the task and preparing to cover my nudity, the ultimate reality kicked in! Frank 
came wandering into the kitchen. He was three paces into the room before he saw me crouched down 
by the sink wiping the floor. I instinctively stood upright and covered my crotch and tits with my 
hands.

There was a silence that seemed like eternity before Frank spoke, “Christ!, sorry Mum, I didn’t 
realise…”

I cut in, “No, sorry Frank, I forgot you were in…” I lied and then trailed off too, not really knowing 
what to say or do next. I thought Frank would turn and run but not so. Coolly he stood there and asked 
with some tone of surprise, “Do you always do your housework in the nude mum?”

I felt strangely and unexpectedly relaxed as I responded, “Yes, sometimes but only when I’m alone. 
Now are you going to leave the room and let me cover myself?”

Again Frank didn’t go. He took a moment to think and then said, “Well don’t mind me mum, if you 
want to go ahead and finish off be my guest!”

“Frank!” I exclaimed, “I’m not going to carry on in front of you.”

“Why not? Are you embarrassed?” he asked.

I realised I had to regain control of the situation, “No I’m not embarrassed, but you should be!” I said 
looking directly at the obvious bulge now growing in his shorts.

Frank looked down as his dick tented further against his shorts and then, with perfect timing, sprang 
out of the fly opening.  He made no attempt to cover himself.

Proudly he said, “That’s the effect you have on me mum. Ever since that day at Anne’s all I can think 
of is you and her. I’ve been jerking off three times a day just thinking about what happened. I just can’t 
help it.”

I relaxed my guard a little and dropped my hand from my breasts but kept covering my pussy, “I’m 
sorry Frank. That day at Anne’s probably shouldn’t have happened and I don’t want to know about 
your masturbation habits.”

“Probably shouldn’t have happened…?” he asked.

“Well almost certainly, it shouldn’t have happened.”

“So you regret it?” he continued.

I dithered a moment realising he was pushing me, and responded, “No, erh…no I don’t regret it exactly 
but I don’t want it to cause problems between us. It just happened, we can’t go back, so best just forget 
it.”

“But I can’t forget it mum. Like I said it’s constantly on my mind. I’ve been on heat ever since.” He 
said, “can’t we do it again? Please mum!

I knew this was it. A crunch moment. After a long pause I replied, “Frank, I’m sorry if my and Anne’s 
actions have caused you so much frustration.  I suppose, if that’s the case, then I owe you an apology 
which I am prepared to make ‘in kind’. If you want to do it again that much then you may jerk off 
again now, in front of me. Is that what you want?”

“Oh god, yes mum!” he said, “but can I erh…can I…”

“Can you what?”

He hesitated, “Can I cum on you again mum?”

I smiled, “Frank, you dirty little boy! That’s what turned you on wasn’t it? Not just masturbating in 
front of Anne and I but the fact that you came on me.” 

By this time I was getting turned on again myself and had dropped my other hand to reveal my total 
nudity to Frank. As he saw my pussy exposed his prick jumped. 

“Okay,” I said, “just this once you can cum on me again. Stand in front of me so I can see you jerking 
and when you are ready, you may cum onto me but only if you can shoot far enough! You must stand 
at least three feet from me. Understood? That should challenge you to perform well.”

Frank didn’t need to say anything else, he grabbed his shorts and dropped them to the floor, then 
wrapping his hand round his cock he took a few steps forward, stood in front of me and immediately 
started to jerk himself. I was trying to be cool. What a stupid idea! The very thought of remaining or 
even appearing cool when my son was openly masturbating in front of me and trying his best to spray 
me with his spunk was ridiculous. I let my emotions go and started to lightly rub my pussy in front of 
him. This caused Frank to groan in excitement and I could see he was about to cum. He had only being 
touching himself for a minute or so but was obviously so turned on he wasn’t going to wait.

He took another step forward and shouted, “Mum! Oh mum, I’m cumming.” His first burst shot 
between us and landed on my tummy. Before he had a moment to spurt again I cupped my hands and 
held them in front of him. Obviously realising what I had in mind, he directed his cock into my hands 
and pumped the rest of his cum into them. Then he subsided.

As he did so we both stood staring at each other. It was surreal. He, dripping with cum in front of his 
naked mother. Me eagerly cupping his cum in my hands and not really sure what to do with it. Then I 
realised what I wanted. Frank had had his request now I would please myself. Before he had time to 
say anything I turned around to face the sink once more, bent over, bought my hands behind my back 
and proceeded to rub his spunk all over my arse cheeks. Then I looked back over my shoulder at him 
and said, “Now its my turn Frank. You got what you wanted. Now me!”

“What do you want me to do mum?” he said meekly and submissively, which I liked.

“I want you to fuck me Frank. I want you to fuck your mummy!” I purred.

Frank was so excited that his erection, which hadn’t had time to subside, now started to fully harden 
again as he realised what he was being asked to do. As he approached me from behind his dick 
bounced up and down throwing trails of spunk into the air and onto the floor. I looked forward and 
waited for him. As I felt him position his penis against my pussy I suddenly said, “No Frank!”

He stopped and looked so disappointed but I continued.

“Not my pussy Frank. You can’t have my pussy. That’s for your father only.” In some way this seemed 
to make what I was doing all right in my mind. Totally illogical I know but that’s just how I felt.

“But mum, I must have you,” he begged in frustration.

“Oh you can fuck me Frank but not my pussy.” I said.

I could see him immediately realise what I was suggesting and awaited his response, which was almost 
instant. He stepped tight up behind me, pushed my head forward and placed his dick head against my 
arse.”

“Are you sure mum?”

“Oh yes Frank, I’m sure. Fuck my arse. Please fuck mummy’s bottom.”

I felt Frank lean his weight against my backside and the tip of his penis sunk into my bottom. Then he 
paused for a second and started to push it slowly but steadily into me. The feeling was gloriously dirty. 
My own son fucking me in the arse. Once fully in he started to pull in and out.”

“Faster,” I begged, “Fuck me fast Frank.”

He didn’t need to be told again and started to really fuck me hard and rough and started to swear at me 
in the dirtiest terms, “I’m going fuck you hard mum. I going to pump you in the arse you dirty slut.”

Even having only cum some five or so minutes ago, Frank was going to cum again quickly. I could feel 
it in his motion and I wanted desperately to cum at the same time. I closed my eyes and concentrated 
on the feelings his fucking was giving me. I started to pant and shake as my third orgasm of the day 
ripped through me. Perfectly, as I peaked Frank started to buck in a different rhythm. A rhythm that 
announced his imminent orgasm and then I felt his cock burst forth inside my arse and the warm rush 
of spunk inside me. He continued fucking me until every last drop was spent and then pulled out 
gently. 

I stood up, turned around and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you,” I said gently, “Thank you Frank.”

“Thank you,” he said, “that was fantastic.”

“Have you ever fucked a girl in the bottom before?” I asked.

“No! I’ve thought of it but never had the nerve to ask any of my girl friends.”

“Well Frank now you won’t have to. I’m going to be your arse slut Frank. Whenever you want to fuck 
me you can. But only my bottom Frank. Only your father can have my pussy. Understood?”

“God yes mum!” I can’t wait, “Do you really mean it?”

“Yes I mean it and I mean Whenever you want.  Whatever I am doing, whatever the time of day you 
can have me. That will be the fun of it. I don’t want you to ask. Just take me. If I’m in the kitchen, or 
cleaning the lounge or even in the garden, as long as we are private, I want you to just bend me over 
and fuck me. You and me are going to have such fun and in time I might even introduce you to other 
sexual habits of mine. Would you like that?”

“Oh god yes mum!” he said, “I can’t believe this. This is so great.”

I put my hand to his mouth to quiet him and said gently, “Now go and get cleaned up and dressed 
Frank. Our adventures are only just beginning”, before I softly kissed him on the forehead and walked 
out of the room myself.

I knew at that moment that I had crossed a boundary into a totally new sexual realm and one that I was 
looking forward to enjoying.


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