The New Neighbours
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If you believed everything my mates told you, you’d be convinced that I’ve shagged most of the world’s most beautiful women. Nothing could be further from the truth, but when they’ve had a few pints on a Friday night after our regular five-a-side football session, they’re even more certain that I must be lying when I deny it.
Some of their comments are pretty crude — “C’mon Dave, you old fucker, tell us… does so-and-so suck your dick?” or “I bet S...’s got a nice tight cunt,” or, “Do you fuck them up the arse?” — all fairly typical of their filthy minds. And they’re always asking whether I’ve got any pussy photos on my smart phone. It usually shuts them up when I ask who their wives bought that sexy lingerie for — a shot in the dark of course, but it gets them wondering.
Before you get the wrong idea about what I do for a living I should explain that I am a professional glamour photographer specialising in what is known as boudoir photography. I am forty-five years old and single — well divorced actually. After college, I went to work for a glossy magazine, but I decided to go freelance after I discovered my wife was having an affair with my boss.
I had wondered why I was given so many overseas assignments in exotic locations, but it wasn’t until I came home a few days earlier than planned that I discovered the truth when I caught them in flagrante in our marital bed. Since the uncontested divorce on the ground of adultery, I have had a few girlfriends but I have never remarried and frankly enjoy the freedom of an unattached life.
Much of my work is privately commissioned but my pictures also regularly appear in top fashion magazines. These days, I generally work indoors — a bedroom or a private dressing room for example — but mainly in my studio, where I can control the lighting, depth of field etcetera to produce the right artistic effect.
Although I do shoot my subjects in the nude with results that might be considered erotic, they are definitely not pornographic, which means no overtly sexual poses or open crotch pictures. Over the years, I have developed my own distinctive style which is much in demand and I often have to refuse commissions. Otherwise, I would be working all the hours in the day.
However, whatever my friends may think, I do not mix business with pleasure. If I did overstep the mark and get sexually involved with my subjects, the word would soon get around, and the commissions would quickly dry up. I make a good living out of what I do and I want that to continue. I might add that I do not find what I do remotely sexually arousing — my mind is far too busy thinking about composition, lighting, skin tone and all the other elements that make up a good photograph.
Photography is also my hobby as well as my profession, but in the field of photojournalism, which is a total contrast to what I do to earn my bread and butter. Unlike my professional work where conditions are highly controlled, it is capturing the fleeting moment that appeals to me and the challenge of creating a coherent story about the human condition by reacting to what I see through the viewfinder.
I am too much of a coward to consider working in war zones but I have covered many elections and demonstrations in the U.K. and overseas, and sporting events are always a good source of human interest stories. I have sold a few pictures to newspapers and weekly journals such as Time magazine, and every couple of years I hire a gallery for a week for a show.
***
Until recently, I had been very strict about keeping my professional and private lives separate, but events of a few months ago changed all that. A young couple in their twenties had moved into the next door apartment and out of neighbourliness, I invited them round for dinner one evening. Peter was tall and very thin, but not bad looking. His wife Veronica, on the other hand, was stunning, with what can only be described as a voluptuous figure.
Some people would unkindly describe her as short and plump, but I thought she was gorgeous. Although the modern fashion is for skinny girls, personally I have always preferred something more cuddly. With her large firm breasts, broad hips and ample bottom, I privately thought Veronica would make a good subject for a study of real femininity — a modern Venus if you like.
The walls of my apartment are hung with large format copies of many of my photographs — essays in photojournalism in the hall and dining room, but pictures of my favourite female subjects in the sitting room — some in lingerie, but also artistic nudes, all shot against a black background. After dinner when we were relaxing over coffee and drinks — gin and tonic for Veronica and a good single malt whisky for Peter and me — Veronica asked where I had purchased the pictures.
I explained that I was a professional photographer and that they were all examples of my work, and went on to tell them a little about my work. After a pregnant pause, Peter asked what my fee would be to photograph his wife, purely for their personal consumption of course. I told him what I usually charged for private commissions, and when he indicated that they were comfortable with that I suggested that we should make an appointment for a sitting.
“Why not tonight?” Peter said, and looking across at Veronica, “if that is okay with you, dear,” and turning back to me, “and I would like to watch you at work, if you don’t mind?”
This was rather a novel request, but I replied that as long as he sat quietly in the background I had no objections.
Veronica then chipped in, “I think it would be rather exciting to be photographed in an intimate way, but what colour lingerie would you prefer me to wear?”
“If I was working in colour I would suggest lingerie in rich colours such as dark crimson or rich blues, or alternatively pale colours if I wished to create an air of innocence. However as I normally shoot in black and white I use a dark background and suggest lingerie from a limited colour palette depending upon the effect I am after, and also the skin colour of the model. With your pale skin and long black hair, you are already a very interesting subject, so I would suggest something which is basically black. I will choose lighting to make that effect even more dramatic, which will emphasise the curves of your amazing figure and make your skin glow as if it lit from within, almost like alabaster.”
Veronica thought for a moment and then said, “I have some new things I bought the other day from Victoria’s Secret which think would be ideal. If you will give me a moment or two, I will slip back home and change.”
While Veronica was gone Peter asked me more about the photographs on my walls but mainly my essays in photojournalism. I also learned that he and Veronica had met at university and had been married for about five years. They were both accountants and worked at a well-known firm in the City where they both earned good salaries.
I asked about whether they were planning to start a family and he said that they had thought about it but wanted to build up their portfolio first so that Veronica wouldn’t have to go back to work until any children had started school. Basically, they seemed like a sensible professional couple. I was shortly to discover that they weren’t quite as ordinary as I supposed.
Veronica was gone for nearly half an hour and when she returned, she was wearing a long macintosh. When she took it off I was knocked sideways by the sheer erotic sensuousness of what was revealed. As I have said, Veronica was a very curvaceous lady, but in my eyes, wearing just her underwear she was the epitome of voluptuousness, and she had chosen lingerie that showed off her figure to its best advantage.
Under a gauzy knee-length robe of shimmering black chiffon, she was wearing a black open cup bustier with crimson edgings, semi-transparent black panties and black stockings. Her magnificent naked breasts stood out proudly with no signs of enhancement, and they were crowned by long dark nipples in dramatic contrast to her alabaster white skin.
I have photographed many scantily clad and naked women but none had aroused me sexually in the way this woman did, and to be honest, I began to imagine what it would be like to fuck her. Her husband just looked at her with pride in his eyes as if to say, “Look what a beauty I have been fortunate enough to marry.”
I led them through to my studio where I asked them to take a seat on one of the two chaise longues, which were at the time, positioned along the back wall of the studio either side of the door. For the shoot, I intended to move one of them to the centre of the low stage which took up the full width of the rear third of the room. The stage was covered with short pile black carpet and the walls were curtained with a black velvet material.
I then began to explain the equipment I would be using and my modus operandi. They both listened attentively, especially Peter who had a look of rapt fascination on his face.
“As you can see,” I said, “in this studio I use a completely black background — I have another studio which is set out as a lady’s boudoir with cream and pale gold shot silk papered walls — and apart from the black silk drape with which I will cover the chaise longue in the centre of the stage, the material covering the walls and floor absorbs almost all the light. The effect is that the model appears to be suspended in infinite space.”
I paused for a moment in case they wished to ask questions, and then continued, “I use three 50 megapixel digital cameras, one at waist height in the centre about six feet from the front of the stage, and two others at eye level at 45 degrees to the central camera. I will be using a fast shutter speed and a large aperture which gives a short depth of field so that only the part of the subject closest to the cameras is in sharp focus. The fact that the rest of the model is slightly out of focus softens their outline which adds to the ethereal effect.”
Crossing to the control desk at the right of the studio, I went on, “The cameras are controlled by this computer, which is also linked to a light meter above each camera. I usually use a remote control to trigger the shutters, but I can set the system up to take a series of pictures at pre-determined intervals. Every time the shutters fire they actually take five images, each with a slightly different amount of exposure. This is known as exposure bracketing and can be achieved by using a different shutter speed, altering the aperture or, the method I use, by adjusting the ISO speed of the cameras. The effect is to produce five images that vary from darker to lighter than the exposure indicated by the meters. The five images are then combined during post-processing to produce a final image with a high dynamic range where different parts of the image are exposed by different amounts.”
I paused again to allow them to take in what was for them, highly technical information. Veronica merely looked at me politely, although I guessed she was probably slightly bored, but Peter gave the impression of real interest.
“Finally,” I said, “the lighting of the subject is crucial. There are LED lights behind diffusing filters directed on the part of the subject nearest the cameras running in strips along the front of the stage, up the walls and across the ceiling — a frame of light if you like. The angle, colour and brightness of these lights are controlled by the control panel here,” and I indicated a small box on the desk, “and can be altered quite easily during a shoot. There is another set of LED spotlights in the ceiling above each of the cameras directed on the subject. These create the highlights in the image, and again their colour and brightness can be adjusted from a control box.”
I added, “Now if you will just give me a hand with this chaise longue Peter, we will be ready to start.”
Once I was happy with its positioning and had covered it with the black silk drape, I asked Veronica to step up onto the stage. When she was seated I switched off the main studio lights and, with a few presses of buttons on the control boxes, adjusted the lights so that the only illumination was the pool of silvery light surrounding her as if she was floating in a bubble in the infinity of space. Once I had set the computer to take pictures at intervals of fifteen seconds, I was ready to proceed.
For the next half an hour, I directed Veronica in the various positions I wished her to assume, at first wearing her robe, and then with it removed and casually draped over the back of the chaise longue. I was about to call it a day when she took over control for what turned out to be a session of the most delicious debauchery.
She started by sitting face on to the central camera and, lifting her right breast to her mouth, began to lick and suck the rapidly hardening nipple while looking at the camera with a look of irresistible seductiveness. After that, she slowly lifted each leg in turn and languidly peeled off her stockings like a practised artist. Standing up, she turned away from our entranced gaze and began to undo her bustier, lace by lace before dropping the garment with a wiggle of her exquisite bottom.
The sultry effect of this slow striptease was hypnotic and against all my best intentions, a fire of irresistible desire was ignited in my body. My balls ached with long-repressed lust and my cock was so hard that I was compelled to release it from the constrictive prison of my trousers and briefs. I must have looked like some ancient priapic satyr with my upwardly curved erection poking out of my open flies. If I didn’t get to fuck this goddess, and I didn’t imagine in a million years that I would be so lucky, at least I would have a series of incredibly erotic images to inflame my lonely nights of exquisite masturbation.
I wasn’t alone in my lecherous ardour. Through the fog of debauched desire, I heard a low moan from behind me and turning my head for a moment, loath though I was to tear my eyes from the divine vision of femininity on the stage, and saw that Peter was stroking a raging erection with a glazed expression on his face. Almost subconsciously, it registered on my mind that his cock was as long and thin as he was.
Veronica was a natural seductress and by some strange telepathy knew that she had us completely under her spell. Perhaps it was the subtle scent of our arousal that she sensed, who knows? In retrospect, all I do know is that in collusion with her husband, she had planned her ravishment and eagerly wanted it to be captured for posterity, as I was about to find out. The air in the studio was thick with carnal expectancy, and if cameras had senses, their lenses would surely have steamed over in the heat of unfolding passion.
Veronica turned to face us with maddening slowness, luxuriating in the knowledge that the cameras were capturing every nuance of the libidinous provocation of her glorious sexuality. Glancing down at my throbbing cock she smiled and, looking me straight in the eyes, she blew me a sultry kiss, a gesture of blatant invitation. With the same deliberateness that had characterised her actions since she had stolen control of the evening, she slipped one hand into her panties, through the dark forest of her abundant pubic hair and between her legs into the hidden depths of her vulva. The fires of my lust were now completely out of control and if I had so much as touched my cock I most certainly would have erupted in hot spasms of ejaculatory ecstasy.
Veronica turned her back on us once more and, leaning forward, hooked her fingers into the elastic at the waist of her panties and slid them down over the globes of her majestic buttocks, and then down her legs, kicking them to one side as they dropped to the floor around her feet. Her vulva was everything that I had hoped for, plump and glistening with the moisture of her vaginal secretions, luxuriously displayed to our view between the cheeks of her glorious bottom.
I desperately wanted to rush forward and fondle the ample flesh of her divine beauty, but what remained of my decorum held me back, although it was exquisite agony to do so. Parting her legs in blatant invitation, she slipped the fingers of one hand between her engorged and swollen inner labia and spread them wide to reveal the deep pink within.
Then she spoke for the first time since we had entered the studio an hour earlier, “Petey,” addressing her husband by his pet name, “I’m so horny. Tell Dave he can come and feel me. I know he wants to, and I want so much to feel his thick fingers plunging into my cunt" (not a word I commonly used, but it didn’t sound crude coming from her lips,) "and making me cum.”
“Oh Ronnie,” he replied, “you are such a naughty young slut, wanting to be ravaged by another man while I’m watching. Of course he can. In fact, I insist that he does.”
As if in a dream, through air that was thick with the tension of unbearable carnal expectation, I took the few irrevocable steps that carried me within inches of heaven. Reaching down I slid two fingers of my right hand into the fluttering entrance of her vagina and deep into the velvet heat and wetness of her sex. With a cry she started to cum almost immediately, her body writhing with pleasure as the waves of her orgasm swept through her quivering flesh.
“Ooh, Petey,” she moaned, “he’s making me cum. Tell him to fuck me. I want to feel his lovely thick cock stretching me, and his hot cum spurting against my womb. Tell him. Order him to do it. Please, oh please.”
I glanced back, unsure whether this was what he really wanted. He just nodded and mouthed, “Yes, go ahead Dave, fuck my naughty slut if a bride. Ravish her cunt with your cock.”
Without even stopping to drop my trousers I pressed the purple distended head of my cock against the entrance to her live hold and with one swift thrust plunged my entire length into her.
“Ooh yes,” she screamed, “you are so big. I’ve always wanted to be fucked by a big cock. Oh God, that’s so amazing. Fuck me hard. Harder. Harder. Oh, Petey, he’s making me cum again. Oh fuck… fuck… fuck... fuuuuuck.”
I grabbed the wondrously ample flesh of her pendulous breasts as I pistoned in and out of the velvety sheath of her vagina. Her swollen labia clung to my rock hard shaft each time I pulled out before thrusting back into the pulsating wetness. By now Veronica was incoherent with lust, moaning and crying with ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through her flesh.
It didn’t take long of this exquisite decadence before I felt my scrotum tightening and my cock growing even harder as I pumped stream after stream of hot sticky semen deep into her womb. Jesus, I couldn’t remember ever coming so hard and for so long, the intensity of my pleasure amplified by the utter depravity of the situation. As my hot cum splashed against her cervix, Veronica screamed and would have collapsed if I hadn’t been holding her. God, it was amazing.
As the peak of our mutual ecstasy passed, I gently lowered Veronica onto the chaise longue where she lay with her eyes closed and her breasts heaving with the effort of our mating. My legs were like jelly and I sat next to her while I gathered my strength and my senses. I looked over at Peter and in the darkness, I could see that I wasn’t alone in shedding my seed. His tummy and chest were covered in streaks of glistening white cum and his now flaccid cock hung wetly between his thighs.
Some time later, when we had cleaned ourselves up with towels that I fetched from my bathroom and adjusted our dress, Peter asked me how long it would take me to process the photographs. I told him that it would take me two or three days and said I would call once I had printed the final images and mounted them in an album.
Veronica was still recumbent on the chaise longue where I had left her, exhausted and satiated by her orgasms. Peter tenderly wrapped her coat around her naked body and picking up her discarded lingerie, he gently supported her as she tottered out of my front door across the lobby to their apartment.
***
In the end, it took me nearly a week to process the images, not least because they were so erotic that I was forced to relieve myself as I relived the memory of burying my cock in Veronica’s silky smooth vagina. After two, days my cock was so sore from masturbation that I resorted to a cold shower whenever I felt the urge to jack off.
Eventually, I distilled the nearly four and a half thousand individual images down to forty pictures, which I printed in high resolution from the RAW files on 14x11 inch glossy paper using a commercial standard inkjet printer. I mounted these in an album for Peter and Veronica but also kept a hard copy for myself. In addition, I printed four of the pictures in large format on 56x44 inch premium lustre gloss paper which I mounted in black anodised aluminium frames behind glossy acrylic glass.
Two were similar to the kind of pictures that I was renowned for, and were erotic without being sexually explicit. The other two were quite definitely pornographic. One showed the moment of penetration with the head of my cock just entering Veronica’s vagina and the other when I pulled out after ejaculating with a string of glistening cum between the head of my cock and her pussy.
It was late on Friday evening when I rang Peter and Veronica with the good news. They were delighted and suggested that I joined them for dinner the following evening.
“Among all her other wonderful skills my gorgeous wife is an excellent cook,” Peter said, “and over drinks, after we have eaten, we can look at the pictures together. And then we’ll see what happens. I’m certain that Ronnie will want to thank you in a special way, so dress casually.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by a special way, although I hoped that it meant more than a hug and a kiss. The tone of Peter’s voice suggested that I might be enjoying Veronica’s ample charms for a second time — she was so perfect in my eyes, and the epitome of the kind of feminine beauty that I found most arousing that I hoped that I wasn’t mistaken.
I rooted through my wardrobe and settled on a simple white linen shirt and a pair of tight-fitting black satin trousers. Emboldened by lust. I decided not to wear any underwear, reasoning to myself that if Veronica wanted any encouragement the sight of my cock outlined by my trousers might give her a nudge in the desired direction.
At seven thirty, I rang their doorbell, feeling rather like a teenager on his first date, my emotions in a turmoil of lubriciousness and trepidation. Peter shook my hand in a strangely formal way for someone who had enjoyed watching me fuck his wife and who had almost certainly implied that I would be doing so again before the night was over.
He was dressed in a similar way to me in tan chinos and an open-necked cream shirt, but Veronica looked stunning in a full-skirted royal blue dress with a plunging neckline that emphasised her deep cleavage and exposed acres of pale flesh. She was much more fulsome in her greeting and threw her arms around me and gave me a long lingering open-mouthed kiss. When her tongue started to probe my mouth my assumed urbane manner forsook me and my cock sprang to attention, and when she pulled away she glanced down my body with a knowing smile.
Dinner was excellent — Peter was right, Veronica was a good cook — and not too heavy. Nothing kills performance as much as a bloated stomach. Peter was also a very accomplished host and a great judge of wine — a good wine appropriate to the food is something I have always appreciated. The conversation was light and full of banter with enough sexual innuendo to give the atmosphere a frisson of expectation. As the evening wore on I gained a strong impression that my two neighbours were far from the respectable couple I had originally thought, and I wondered how often Peter had shared Veronica in the past — and who with.
After dinner and when the coffee cups had been cleared away, we settled down in the settee with Veronica in the centre to look at the album which I placed on the table in front of Veronica. She opened it and began to slowly turn the pages allowing plenty of time to appreciate each image. Peter commented on how good the images were, but nothing else was said although all three of us were breathing heavily by the time we got to the picture of Veronica sucking her right nipple.
She was turning the pages with her left hand and resting the other on my knee to support her as she leaned forward. As she turned the page, I became aware that her hand was creeping up my thigh and my cock twitched in excitement. Veronica turned her face and gave me another long kiss with much tongue play.
“You must be getting rather uncomfortable,” she cooed, “I think I need to release that snake in your pants from its cage,” and she unzipped my flies, slipped her hand inside and wrapped her fingers round my shaft.”
Veronica turned the pages a little faster after that while gently stroking my rock hard shaft and keening quietly. When she got to the picture where my cock was just entering her vagina, she paused, “Look, Petey, how he’s stretching me. I’ve hardly stopped dreaming about how wonderful it felt to be fucked by a big cock. I’ve nothing against yours my darling and it is perfect for my anus, but I do so enjoy being stretched.”
The last picture was of her pussy from behind as she lay slumped on the chaise longue, with my cum running down the inside of her thighs. “Oh, Davey Boy," (they both seemed to like using nicknames — possible a class thing), "you do cum such a lot. It looks so delicious that I can’t wait to taste you tonight. Do you think you could cum in my mouth and also in my cunt? I think it’s time to go upstairs to the bedroom and find out.”
She stood up and taking us both by the hand, led us up the stairs — the stairway to paradise, I thought. She went ahead of us giving us a deliberate view up her dress to where the succulent white flesh above her stocking tops met her undulating bottom. I caught my breath when I realised that she wasn’t wearing any panties, the plump outer lips of her vulva moving invitingly with each step. My mouth was watering with longing to part those lips with my tongue to feast on her sweet nectar.
Once in the bedroom, we didn’t waste any time and discarded our clothes in a frenzy of lust. Veronica pushed me back on the bed while Peter went and sat on a chair facing the bottom of the bed with his long thin cock pointing up towards his navel in a slight arc.
Veronica straddled my chest facing her husband and pushed her pussy against my mouth. “Davey, I know you’ve been dying to lick me ever since last Saturday. I bet you’ve been wanking yourself silly at the thought,” and addressing her husband, “Petey, he’s as good with his tongue as with his cock. I think I’m going to cum very soon.”
The sensation of her breasts caressing my tummy as she writhed in the first throes of orgasm was delicious — so much more arousing than the small titted models that I had occasionally fucked. She pushed backwards against my mouth so that my tongue slid along the slit between her engorged inner labia until it reached the distended bud of her clitoris. My face was enveloped in the soft pulsating flesh of her pussy and as I started to lick her clitoris with short rapid strokes of my tongue her juices began to flow in aromatic profusion until they were running down my chin onto my chest.
Although she had not yet touched my cock, it was pointing hard at the ceiling and throbbing with intense arousal as I bathed in the raw carnality of this amazing and overwhelming goddess of love. As she approached the summit of her climax, Veronica began to squeak, the music of her cries of passion rising to a crescendo of euphoria as her flesh rippled with the intensity of her enthusiastic embrace of carnal rapture.
As the waves of her ecstasy began to subside, Veronica collapsed onto my body, pinning me to the bed in an enveloping blanket of softly yielding flesh. After a brief interval while she regained control of her overwrought muscles she took the distended head of my cock between her lips and slowly slid them down my shaft until she had swallowed all eight inches. I then received the most amazing blow job.
She stroked and sucked me until I was on the edge of my own explosion of ecstasy and then stopped long enough to check the rising waves of cum, repeating this several times until my mind and body were screaming for release. When she finally allowed me to cum I just erupted in a thick stream of incandescent fluid, the muscles of my bottom and inner thighs taut with the indescribable sensations shooting down from my pulsating cock.
She swallowed every last drop with quiet noises of appreciation and then, releasing my exhausted manhood from the exquisite prison of her mouth, she looked over at her husband, “Stop stroking your cock for a moment, Petey and come and help me get Davey hard again.”
To my surprise, I was not at all repelled by the idea of a man going down on me, something I would never have entertained before I met this couple of hedonistic voluptuaries. Willingly seduced by their epicurean depravity, I had entered a new world of Bacchanalian excess where my whole being craved every new debauched sensation. The sensation of two pairs of lips caressing my cock and two sets of fingers playing with my hyper-sensitised balls rapidly restored me to a state of tumescent excitement.
With one last enthusiastic suck on my throbbing shaft, Peter returned to his grandstand seat and Veronica released my body from its fleshy prison. Straddling my thighs she pushed my cock between the heat of her swollen lips and leaning forward until her swaying globes were resting on my chest she began to slide her pussy along my length, liberally coating me in her nectar. She pressed her body against me and began to kiss me voraciously using her lips, tongue and teeth like a carnivore preparing to devour its prey.
Like a man hovering in a dream state of drugged euphoria my soul craved absorption into ultimate carnal bliss, and at last, after what seemed like an eternity of erogenous torture, Veronica granted me the absolution I so desperately desired. Lifting her hips she impaled her slippery sheath on my swollen and throbbing member, enveloping my entirety in her heat, and paused maddeningly … waiting… for what?
Through a mist of expectancy, my mind hovering on the edge of consciousness, I dimly saw a Peter rise from his seat and approach our conjoined bodies. His prick pointing obscenely at Veronica’s arse. He wiped it in the sticky mess of vaginal secretions that liberally coated my balls and with practised ease, thrust it deep into her anus where I could feel it moving through the thin membrane separating her rectum and vagina. The whole act was one of indescribable debauchery but it only fuelled my arousal to bursting point.
Like some exotic three-bodied animal, we began a mutual dance of primaeval urgency, our movements synchronising without conscious volition as if we were under the control of some demonic choreographer. Faster and faster we rode in pursuit of our goal of the ineffable summit of carnal desire. The climax came suddenly, piercingly, excruciatingly, exquisitely in an eruption of monstrous ferocity, every vestige of civilised sensibility swept away in a torrent of min- blowing ecstasy. In that moment, we ceased to be three separate entities and became fused together as a single sexual being, although words are inadequate to describe the unutterable beauty of it.
Overwhelmed by the euphoria that flooded through my mind I can barely recall the rest of the evening. We must have somehow disengaged and covered ourselves with the bedsheets, because when I woke the next morning after blissful sleep, my head was resting between the twin pillows of Veronica’s glorious breasts. Peter was lying on her other side, one arm cradling our recumbent bodies.
We breakfasted in contented silence because no words were necessary. In the fusion of our bodies, we had entered into a new relationship. We might never experience anything so sensually amazing again, but the energy of it had changed us irrevocably and nothing could sever the invisible bond we had forged in the white heat of our mutual sexual passion and release.
***
I didn’t see Peter and Veronica for several weeks. I was busy with a number of assignments, one of which took me to the Caribbean for a few days, and on my return, I buried myself in my editing suite. They must also have gone away since there was no sign of life in their apartment. Two days ago, however, Peter rang my doorbell. I invited him in and over a coffee, he made me an enticing proposal.
“We have been visiting Veronica’s mother in Bristol,” he explained, “she is a divorcee like you and we showed her the album she was most excited and is very keen to meet you. She would like you to do something similar for her if you are willing — I don’t think you will be disappointed. She may be in her early fifties but she could be Veronica’s twin sister, and if that were possible she is even more sexually liberated, and bisexual with it, and we have enjoyed many evenings of great fucking. We both find the idea very stimulating and if you agree I will get Veronica to invite her to stay for a weekend and… well, we can just let events take their course.”
It was a no brainer really, and without pausing to think I said I would look forward to it. So everything is fixed for next weekend. You never know, but if the chemistry is right something more permanent might come of it. Life is passing me by and it is time I got myself hitched up with a suitably attractive partner. But come what may, I’ve certainly enjoyed my kinky neighbours, although I’m not sharing any of that with my mates. And regrets — I have none.
Thank you for listening to my naughty story. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have in telling it. Dave.
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ExhibitionismI live in a small town in Central England, on a very secluded road, which has just six houses. In the early summer a newly married couple moved in next door. I’m twenty-seven years old, long dark hair, five feet six inches tall, blue eyes, slim athletic body developed from swimming every day and smallish boobs. I’d only seen the new couple briefly, long enough to say hello and tell them my name was Joanna and for them to say they were Vicky and Ian. From the day they moved in it was clear that...
I live in a small town in Central England, on a very secluded road, which has just six houses. In the early summer a newly married couple moved in next door. I’m twenty-seven years old, long dark hair, five feet six inches tall, blue eyes, slim athletic body developed from swimming every day and smallish boobs. I’d only seen the new couple briefly, long enough to say hello and tell them my name was Joanna and for them to say they were Vicky and Ian. From the day they moved in it was clear that...
ExhibitionismMy wife Jenny and I recently moved from the South West to the Midlands to a small village. We have been married for just over a year, Jenny is 29 and I am 32. She is quite attractive with a curvy figure but doesn't tend to show herself off much. She has great tits but likes to keep them covered!. We have a great sex life but Jenny is generally quite shy and very innocent. I have asked her many times about her exes and past exploits but she doesn't like to say much and tends to get...
Four years ago a pair of foxes decided to set up home under the summer house in our next door neighbour's garden. The garden was surrounded by six foot fencing and they probably chose under the summer house as they were unlikely to be disturbed. The foxes would jump over the fence into our garden when they went out on their nightly prowls resulting in our dog barking at the back door wanting to be let out. When we opened the door he would run straight down the middle of the garden to the far...
That night my Master used me many times and my ass was sore from the constant use as well as the frequent spankings. The bloody bell on my collar was forever ringing and I swear that the neighbours next door could hear us. Although I had never met them I knew that they were a young black couple, husband and wife and of the professional type. I wished my Master wouldn't be so loud when taking me. He seemed get a perverted pleasure by letting everyone know I was been taken. Finally...
What made the husband flip that morning is not known. It could have been many reasons, like the washing up not done, the bed not made or even the washing not hung out, or it could have been a bit of jealousy against the neighbour who got more consideration from his wife than he did which made him wonder if the neighbour was fucking her, a couple of times he even considered asking him but the opportunity didn't arise at the time. He knew she often got an invite into the neighbours for she had...
Hey guys, I'm totally inspired by the hot stories I've read here. I'm from Germany, so I'm not a native speaker but I will try to deliver a nice story for you guys and girls. My name is Jacob, I'm 28 years old and I just moved to Berlin with my girlfriend Jessica. We decided to rent a flat in the fourth floor of a nice old house in "Prenzlauer Berg" a really nice quarter with a lot of young people who are either students or are already working. Opposite of our house lives another friendly...
BisexualNice new neighbours are at least as naughty and horny as we, I notice with Chrissy when we check them out.Nice naughty mighty moans and sexy sighs I hear at my far side of the plot, surely some new number going on!Nice new occasion for the erotic education of our girls, so I signal them to come with me & be very silent indeed.Nice naughty nubile neighbour lays at her back, half outside her tiny tent, long legs wide-spread, love lips licked.Naughty neighbours interesting intimacies have only...
I saw Miranda across the street as soon as I came around from the backyard. It was a hot, muggy Saturday afternoon on an August long weekend. My neighbour was dressed for the steamy weather in tight little shorts and a string bikini top. Pausing, I drank in that sight with a soft sigh.Miranda was standing over her lawn mower with a sour look on her pretty face. As I watched, she pulled the ripcord hard a couple times with no response from the machine. My neighbour stopped, scowled, then cut...
CheatingNaughty NeighboursIt was a Friday night and Paul was out with friends and I had just settled down on the sofa with a glass of wine to watch some TV, when the door bell went Jill from next door walked in with a parcel that had been left with her while we were out. I took it off her and asked if she wanted to join me for a glass of wine, she said why not we sat and chatted about allsorts and nothing as we do, I said do you another glass of wine she thought about it for a minute then said why not...
I am Rajesh from eastern India, working in well known organization as an engineer, 42 yrs old. My family consists of my wife, Keya and two small children. We stay in company provided flat; our neighbours are also from the same company, all family persons. As company is doing well, we are all happy and well off. Keya, 35 yrs old, a classic beauty, figure is 36-32-36. I used to joke with her that she is having the sexiest ass in the locality. She used to poke me, and then you have checked all the...
It was after a good deal of search that Zoya and Rehaan had finally chosen this house. It was in an upmarket locality of the town. Although the house was small, it was compact and the neighbourhood was good. That is what the agent who had got them this house had told them. Zoya was all of twenty eight years old and married four years back to Rehaan, a software engineer employed with a multinational. Yet another added advantage of this locality was that their immediate neighbors were known to...
Wife LoversPaul and Jane were both social and welcomed me to my new life in the country. Paul was a pretty quiet guy and loved to spend time in his garden which was quite spectacular with so many different colours and sizes of blooms. It was Jane however, who chatted to me the most and she was usually around when I got home from work in the evening. She liked to ask about my work and how different I was finding living here from what she called the ‘hotbed’ of London. “Now come on Tom,” she would urge,...
It has been so long I haven't written to you all. Actually nothing exciting has happened in our life, we have been having a lot of sex with each other's husbands but there has not been a new dick that we have had. But on Saturday evening my husband had to leave for work and was not going to be back for a week. I was going to be at home for a week. But on Sunday morning I decided to do a little gardening. I put in my blue tube top and black hot pants and was cutting the grass when i saw a merc...
Cheating WifesFiona was going shopping. She had just closed her front garden gate when she turned to see Kathy and Michelle walking towards her with large grins on their faces. Kathy and Michelle were neighbours of Fiona. They shared a flat three doors away on the same street. Fiona had met them for the first time two days ago at Mary’s hen party. Both girls were twenty years old, much younger than forty one year old Fiona but they had enjoyed embarrassing and humiliating her, as did the other women at the...
I was 17, school holidays and bored, then I found out we had new neighbours. I didn’t see them move in but my mum informed me at the tea table. They were a “Friendly coloured family” she described them as. She never said “black”. “The first coloureds in the neighbourhood” she proudly proclaimed, as if she had just won a prize “And right next door to us too” she went on. Now O.K. there wasn’t any “coloureds” around the neighbourhood but they certainly weren’t a novelty, as my mum seemed to...
Introduction: Mother and daughter feast Starts slow but builds up. Hope you like it. Constructive criticism welcomed. If you are going to be negative please let me know what you have written so I can take pointers. I was 17, school holidays and bored, then I found out we had new neighbours. I didnt see them move in but my mum informed me at the tea table. They were a Friendly coloured family she described them as. She never said black. The first coloureds in the neighbourhood she proudly...
Dropping the last heavy box into the hallway, I clapped my hands together to get rid of the excess dust, rested them on my hips and sighed. It had been a long day of moving house, my least favourite thing in the world, but it was finally done. I looked around my little house and sighed again, from happiness rather than exhaustion this time around. Afternoon sun filtered through the many glass panels in the open plan kitchen/dining area. I had done really well. My new place was small and modest...
I noticed that new neighbours had moved in next door, 2 guys. Thought I would wait a few days before I knocked to say hello but a couple of days later, as I was putting the rubbish out, one of them came out. "Morning" I said. "I'm Jan. Hope you have settled in". "Hello Jan. I'm Greg and my housemate is Joe. Don't know the area well as we are from up north" he said. "Well if there is anything you want to know just knock on my door and ask" I replied. "Great. Thanks. We will". We both went back...
Chapter One:I had lived in my home with my strict parents for many years now, it wasn't the best home; a small home in an apartment block that had a small, virtually tidy most of the time, swimming pool. I had just turned sixteen, and still a virgin when my first real sexual experiences took place.We had seen people come and go, those with little money, and those who had money and lost it all and needed a run down place to live for a while before they got back on their feet. It was a summer's...
VoyeurAfter recently moving into a new block of flats I was enjoying the process of meeting my new neighbours. I didn’t go knocking on doors but would introduce myself whenever I saw someone I didn’t know around the block. One day when I was hanging out some washing, a lady I hadn’t met walked past. I smiled at her and when she stopped, I introduced myself and she told me her name was Hazel. She was a nice, reasonably attractive lady who I guessed, like me, to be in her mid sixties. She said she was...
Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do ?Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do. Well when I was a younger man and she was younger. But I still find her kind of sexy for a mature woman. So sue me for using my talent to have a little fun with what I consider a hot older babe. I enjoyed writing it. How you enjoy reading it.???????????????????????????????? ??? ??????????????? CAPTAIN JANEWAY CAPTAIN?S...
The older I get, the more I think back on my life. At 55, I wonder about how I would do things again if I had the chance. I certainly would tried to have experienced more beautiful pussies for sure. I have not lost the urge to admire women discreetly but, having being married for almost thirty years, I never actually pursue them. That changed when new neighbours moved in next to us a couple of years ago. Erica and Bob are in their late thirties and have a couple of young kids. They are a...
Straight SexI started to wonder whether everything they did on a daily basis was just to piss me off. It had gone from petty stuff, like ‘forgetting’ to drop round parcels that had been delivered when I was at work or letting their dog jump the fence and scare the shit out of my cat, to hanging pictures up at 11pm and parking their car right outside my driveway. I’d always hated my neighbours, and what made it even worse was there was nothing I could do about them. The police didn’t want to know, they...
CheatingWhere wife Sarah, son Rick, daughter Christina and Sarah,s late parents lived in London our neighbours normally couldn,t see in our large garden and none overlooked us so nude sunbathing was the order of sunny rare summer days. Next door neighbours Rob and Katrina had teenagers two sons Brian and Steve. Brian actually dated Chris when she was s*******n, but they just didn,t get on that well. One summer Rob decided to get tree surgeons in to trim back some large pines that were growing more on...
Keya, 35 yrs old, a classic beauty, figure is 36-32-36. I used to joke with her that she is having the sexiest ass in the locality. She used to poke me, and then you have checked all the asses around. We laughed together. I told her many horny things about internet, like wife swapping, nude lifestyle; one day I explained her one party dominated by ladies in foreign countries – CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male). She was very eagerly listening to that.I want to share with you one incident happened...
THE STORYIt’s a drag moving house. The first few weekends were spent unpacking and putting things away. Slowly our routine was established. The new house was in a hilly area, and it was easy to see over the fence to our neighbours place. I noticed the lady next door, like me in her 40’s. She had fair skin, red hair, a nice body for her age (in fact nice for any age). Sometimes she sat on her back veranda, dressed in a bikini, reading a book or the newspaper. I also noticed her husband or...
It was a hot sunny Sunday afternoon, Leanne and Dean were in the garden pottering around in bikini and shorts when they heard someone speaking.“Hi there, we’re your new neighbours, I’m Julianne, Jules for short and this is my hubby Sam, we moved in a couple of days ago but we haven’t had a chance to meet you until now”Leanne and Dean went over to the fence to greet their neighbours and introduce themselves, Jules, about 5 foot 3, black hair and well tanned was in a skimpy top and shorts set and...
Hello all my friends, myself Sumit (19 years) from Lucknow. I am here to narrate a story told to me by a 48 year old man , who got a wonderful chance of group sex with her neighbours . This story originally belongs to him & his neighbours. I’m desperately waiting for your responses on “” especially from the female [Gals, bhabhis, aunties] readers of Lucknow. Now Enjoy the story………….. This is a real incident which happened to me on valentines day this year, I am 48 yrs happily married with one...
I consider myself to be a very fortunate person; at the age of nineteen I own my own house. I inherited from my Uncle, along with an extensive library of erotic literature (most of it is simply porn) and what is probably one of the largest private collections of implements designed to cause pain; his ?Cabinet of Curiosities? a true sadists delight.It is a nice house too, detached with three bedrooms, a living room, a dinning room and a kitchen to die for. It also has a good size study, which I...
Fiona was going shopping. She had just closed her front garden gate when she turned to see Kathy and Michelle walking towards her with large grins on their faces. Kathy and Michelle were neighbours of Fiona. They shared a flat three doors away on the same street. Fiona had met them for the first time two days ago at Mary's hen party. Both girls were twenty years old, much younger than forty one year old Fiona but they had enjoyed embarrassing and humiliating her, as did the other women at the...
So I was out in my garage working shining up the Harley when I noticed a newer looking SUV pull into the empty house driveway next door. I heard that someone had bought the house but not sure. As I was cleaning the bike making sure all the chrome had a good shine on it a large moving van also pulled up so I was sure this was the new neighbour now. I was just inside the door of my garage so I was not sure if the driver of the SUV could see me or not but I had a good view. The drivers door opened...
Introduction: amy and her 21 year old neighbour This is my first ever story. All comments welcome. I was sat having a cup of coffee and a chat with Sandra, my next door neighbour, when in walked this tall hansom young lad. OH MY GOD Sandra shouted. You werent meant to be home till next week she said as she ran up to greet him with a hug. I thought Id surprise you and come home early oh thats wonderful. Amy you remember my son Andy dont you? yeah of course I do. Although the last time I seen...
I had just moved into a new apartment, but after a week was beginning to regret it because my neighbours were very loud.Now I'm talking about then having loud conversations, or shouting at each other, or arguing, I'm talking about sex!Yes, I could hear them at it day and night, they were like horny non stop rabbits and after a very long sleepless seventh night, I had finally had enough.I quickly marched out of my apartment, down the hall and stopped right outside their door, before I banged on...
got home to find a card through my door 'parcel left at Number 14' five doors away so went to go get it. got to the gate opened it up and saw my neighbours wife sat there on her own in a low cut maxi dress, J***t is 53 the same age as me but doesn't look no were near that she still got a great body unlike me. as I walked over to were she was sat my eyes were fixed on her tits which were squeezed into a bra that was to small for those big tits of hers, every step closer I got to her the harder...
We decided to down size and my wife found a bungalow in the next village which was ideal. On the day of moving our new neighbours introduced themselves, one side was a widow named Iris, a skinny flat chested woman about 5ft-3” in her mid-70s and the other side was Lizzy a chunky woman who had quite a round belly with tits to match, she was married to Albert. My wife Sandra and l hadn’t seen Iris or Lizzy for 3 or 4 days then one morning l was seeing Sandra off to work, Iris was on her way to...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The summer of 1890 was to be the start of my new life. At fifteen years of age, I was to be presented to society and I had expected that I would then be considered an adult. That, at long last, I would have a say in my own life, my own destiny. That was not to be, though. I was still just a doll to be dressed and used as decoration in the home of my powerful parents. I was made up and dressed and used to impress the visitors who came...
It was the year 2001. 15-year-old Newt looked at himself in the mirror. He could see some of his mother Laverne’s African American features looking back, but also blue eyes and a lighter skin tone that must have come from his unknown father. He growled, angry. Why didn’t his mom ever tell him who his father was? Her insistence that she didn’t know didn’t make any sense! She said that Newt didn’t look like who she thought his father was, and she hadn’t been with any blue-eyed white boys. His...
“Bugger,” Sharon tilted her laptop backwards and checked underneath, half expecting to see its innards hanging out. “Piece of shit computer.”Marcus finished chopping the onions and through teary eyes checked out the computer.“What did it do?” he asked. “Did any message pop up?”“Nothing,” she said and forlornly pressed the power button. “And yes it’s fully charged.”She mashed at the keyboard before slamming down the lid and pushing it across the kitchen bench.“Why do they always shit themselves...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Langdon Beech-Thorndyke III was 'a catch.' Mother and Father thought that he would be a perfect match for me. He was twenty three and I was fifteen. My parents hoped that we would become betrothed that summer and then a grandiose wedding would follow in three years after I turned eighteen. This was my sister's summer, though. Miranda would be married in August to a Vanderbilt cousin who she barely knew. The opulent affair...
I noticed recently that a new family had moved in opposite, I had seen the woman a couple of times, she was quite cute in a plain sort of way, early 30’s at a guess and quite a slim figure but I didn’t know until yesterday that she had a daughter, I had never seen a man so thought it could be interesting.The first time I saw Lucy (the daughter) was yesterday morning, I had got out of bed and pulled the curtains and saw her come out her front door in her school uniform.Good job the window ledge...
Because of my work we moved to a new town and a new house next door to a slightly older couple called Marge and Bill. We quickly made friends and were often round each other's houses just talking and having a laugh. Bill was a Welshman and totally into Rugby and we could hear him shouting his support for his national team through our dividing wall whenever there was a match on the TV! Marge on the other hand hated all sport, let alone Welsh Rugby! She was Cornish (from Cornwall, England for...
We'd been talking about a spa break for a while now. With Ann's upcoming birthday and a special offer at one of the hotels we'd been looking at, now seemed the right time. So we made a weekend spa break booking. Ann and I both liked staying in hotels. Having someone makeup your room each day and cook food for you was a luxury. We also liked fucking on all the furniture and trying different positions afforded by the room layout.The hotel we'd chosen was a country house mansion with lots of...
SpankingThree years had passed since Katherine Cook had first visited one of her tenants, Ellie Mitchell, and confronted her over the non-payment of rent. She had punished the girl with a spanking and had not had to repeat the punishment for non-payment of rent since then. However, Ellie had become a regular recipient of corporal punishment from the ex-governess. She had needed it in her life and Katherine had enjoyed dishing out the occasional over-the-knee hand spanking and caning to the younger...
SpankingI started to wonder whether everything they did on a daily basis was just to piss me off. It had gone from petty stuff, like ‘forgetting’ to drop round parcels that had been delivered when I was at work or letting their dog jump the fence and scare the shit out of my cat, to hanging pictures up at 11pm and parking their car right outside my driveway. I’d always hated my neighbours, and what made it even worse was there was nothing I could do about them. The police didn’t want to know, they...
It was after a good deal of search that Zoya and Rehaan had finally chosen this house. It was in an upmarket locality of the town. Although the house was small, it was compact and the neighbourhood was good. That is what the agent who had got them this house had told them. Zoya was all of twenty eight years old and married four years back to Rehaan, a software engineer employed with a multinational. Yet another added advantage of this locality was that their immediate neighbors were known to...
Dan lives in a nicely secluded house by the sea, somewhere on the south coast of England. In his early thirties he runs his mail order company MOG from home, happy to be enjoying himself after a number of years slogging away in the city. He's no gym bunny, but was fortunate to be born with a good overall physique, broad shoulders and a good bum. Once a month or so he travels off to different parts of the world to talk to suppliers and look at ways to expand his catalogue. Occasionally a...
On a sunny day, Arie Neuteboom is going to work in his garden.Arie Neuteboom is a 74 year old man. He livestogether with his wife Karen Neuteboom, she is 72 year old, in a big house in a wealthy neighbourhood. Since last winter they have new neighbours. They haven't see them since they moved into the house. Today is the hottest day of the year. " Arie, i you go outside, do not forget to wear a hat." says Karen."I am already wearing it hun, do not worry." Arie goes outside and starts pruning the...
Kinky Kay got a lot more of ferocious fucks after the 'surreal' sex at that unusual couple in their first evening together. Luckily, three of her major turn-ons occured to her with that guy during the remaining days of their hot holiday: awesome anal, explicit exhibitionism and voyeurism. A brilliant balcony sex scene and the funky follow-up of it, is the memory she is most fond of.Kinky Kay again answers most of my curious questions in the intimate interview about her hot holiday in Greece,...
My Step-step-sister 05 – Watched by our neighbours.Nichole my stunningly sexy step-sister pops into the back garden. “The folks have gone.” I’m not surprised. They’re off for their anniversary meal.Being late summer it is a warm evening. The sun dropping promises a panoramic sunset. I’m lying on a lounger just relaxing; shorts and T-shirt. Nichole steps into to my sun causing me to admire her tight curvy body only in silhouette, between me and the fading sun.I smile, she giggles and steps over...
A TALE OF TRUTH & FANTASY3 doors around from where I live, 14 yrs ago a young Pakeha family moved in, mother gorgeous to look at but she has a potty mouth, father handsome enough is a career person with a little pot stomach, the daughter spotty nosed teenager and about 10 yrs ago the family adopted a black African Boy.The daughter has had a trail of boyfriends since finishing Senior high the same year my boys did, she is now 23yrs old, the Africa boy has just started Junior High...
Friends and NeighboursThe two families have lived side by side for the past ten years. The k**s have grown up together, attended the same school and even gone on holiday together. At 17 years of age Karen, Bob and Izzy’s daughter, has grown up into beautiful young lady, the image of her mother. She knows how good she looks and uses this to mercilessly tease the two brothers from next door. Les is 19 and David 16. They lust after Karen and put up with the teasing in order to stay close to...
"Bugger," Sharon tilted her laptop backwards and checked underneath, half expecting to see its innards hanging out. "Piece of shit computer." Marcus finished chopping the onions and through teary eyes checked out the computer. "What did it do?" he asked. "Did any message pop up?" "Nothing," she said and forlornly pressed the power button. "And yes it's fully charged." She mashed at the keyboard before slamming down the lid and pushing it across the kitchen bench. "Why do...
I folded the newspaper and laid it on the table, all bad news I thought as I drained the last half-inch of coffee from my mug. Gail was at the sink washing the breakfast dishes. I never tired of looking at my wife; it was always a good sight, particularly the way she was dressed now, in shorts and a t-shirt. I gazed at her shapely legs and lovely ass and felt a twinge in my loins. She had splashed some water onto her shirt and I could see the profile her large, left breast and hard nipple...
Erotic FictionAfter taking out the trash this morning, I saw that I had a new neighbour. I went over to her house just to say hi, and make her feel welcome. When she opened the door, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Her long, blond hair, d****d over the top of her breasts, and her perfect ass shook just enough to make my dick get hard. I said hello, staring at her perfect tits, which were bulging out of her low-cut top. She offered me a cup of coffee and we got talking. Soon her...
Jimmy was still in shock over the new condo that he and Dana had just moved into. They had saved up the down payment over a period of about 3 years and now were realizing the dream of having their own place. It was a very nice area and the complex they were in had a pool, rec room and tennis courts. They were still in the stage of unpacking and hadn't had a chance to meet any neighbors yet. He and Dana had put off starting a family until they were settled into their own place. It was June and...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Beauty comes from pain, Louisa. A proper young woman does not present herself unless she is properly coiffed, properly made-up, properly attired and wearing the proper accoutrements. That, Louisa, is what 'proper' means." Of course, I tried to argue. That is, after all, what an adolescent is supposed to do, but my mother would just purse her lips, shake her head in disgust and repeat that one sentence that she spoke most frequently...