Angie was our very vivacious next-door neighbor. She and Bob, her husband of almost ten years, were super nice neighbors and as the years past, my wife Joy and I got to know Angie and Bob very well. They had kids that were the same age as ours and we shared similar interests.
Angie was no slouch in the “good looks” department and was very fit and trim. She knew she had a knockout body and loved to flaunt it, much to my chagrin. Joy knew that Angie was a tease, but she never said anything to me about Angie’s constant teasing.
Then one Saturday morning, as I was working in the garage, I hear Joy and Angie talking in our kitchen. Neither knew that I was listening, and for the most part, I was not paying close attention to their conversation. Then, I overheard Joy complaining about my lack of attentiveness to her, which kind of surprised me, because I thought I had been a very attentive husband.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Joy said, “He’s a great husband, but our sex life is not what it used to be.”
I was floored. I knew we had a few issues in the bedroom, but I did not expect them to be shared. I sure didn’t think there was any major problems with our sex life.
Angie laughed and said that she and Bob had gone through a similar difficult time period a while back.
“How did you fix it?” Joy asked.
“I got him a hooker,” Angie replied.
“You did what?!!”
Angie laughed again.
“Yeah, a naughty little thing. He never knew. After that, everything was simply MAR-va-lous!” Angie replied.
“I couldn’t do that,” Joy replied, “Besides, Ed wouldn’t mess around on me with a hooker. He’s just not that type.”
I could see through a small crack in the door between the garage and the dinette where they were seated. Angie reached across the table and put her hand on Joy’s forearm.
“Babe,” she said softly, “I know how you feel. If there is anything, I can do for you, I’m here for you.”
Joy stayed quiet for a few seconds and then she uttered words that down-right surprised me even more than her declaration about our sex life.
“Would you fuck Ed?”
“You have a sexy man,” Angie replied. “I have to admit, I am a bit jealous. But I’m not sure I can fix his issues.”
“I’m desperate here,” Joy replied. “I trust you, completely. We don’t need a sex therapist and I sure don’t want him hooking up with some street whore.”
That made me feel a tiny bit better, but I was still a tiny bit upset that Joy thought I needed some help in the sex department.
“Look,” Joy replied, “I totally trust you. I know Ed and he will not leave me, and I know you and Bob are rock solid. But Ed probably needs a little something different than what I can offer him. I’ve seen how he looks at you and I know he would not turn you down, if he thought he could get away with seeing you without me knowing or finding out.”
Angie laughed.
“Yeah,” she replied, “He’s being eyeing me for years.”
Damn.
“When is a good time to pull this off?” Joy asked. “We sure don’t want to arouse Bob’s suspicions.”
“Bob wouldn’t care,” Angie replied. “We have a pretty open relationship and we both know neither of us is going anywhere. Sex for us is great and we both have an understanding in that department. He knows I am totally committed to our marriage and I know he feels the same way, irrespective of who we fuck. At the end of the day, we always sleep in the same bed.”
Joy was as stunned as I was, in hearing Angie’s declaration.
“Just leave it to me,” Angie said, “I’ll straighten Ed out.”
Joy placed her hand on to Angie’s forearm.
“I don’t know how I will ever be able to thank you,” Joy said.
“You’ll figure out a way,” Angie said in response, “I’m sure. Just be kind to him.”
I had to sit down. Was this sort of a test or perhaps a cruel joke? I retreated to a portion of the garage where I often go to do some deep thinking. I started to get up and knocked over a stack of paint cans, which made a good bit of commotion.
The door between the garage and the dinette opened and Angie stuck her head into the garage.
“Ed, are you out here?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “I’m working on changing out the car battery.”
“Well turn on the light, silly!” Joy beckoned back, “Before you kill yourself.”
“Okie dokie,” I quickly shot back. I hit the remote control to open the garage door, which allowed more light into the garage. My wife stepped into the garage and Angie followed in her tight little running shorts and tight-fitting sports bra, which barely kept things in place.
“I’m heading to Walmart for a bit,” Joy announced.
“I’ll be here changing out the car battery,” I said. Angie sauntered past Joy and offered a very pronounced wink in my direction as she approached where I was standing near the rear of our SUV.
“I’m heading to the house,” she said, telling my wife she would catch up with her later. I stepped back to allow Angie to ease past me. Damn, she smelled so good.
Joy disappeared back into the house and then after a few minutes she stuck her head into the garage to let me know she was leaving.
“Love ya,” I casually yelled out, as was customary for me for years.
“Love ya too,” she replied, as was her custom. I grabbed my tool kit and started to disconnect the battery from the car. Just as I was about to pull it from its mount, Angie’s sweet voice startled me with “Hey Ed!”
I bet I jumped about a foot. I peered down the side of the car to see Angie standing near the back bumper. She was still attired in her running outfit. My heart practically skipped an entire beat.
“I think I left my house keys on your dining room table,” she pronounced. I nodded my head to indicate that it was okay with me, for her to pass back into the house to retrieve her keys. As she inched her way down the side of the car, I simply stayed where I was, forcing her to place a hand on my back and squeeze past me.
As she passed between myself and a stack of boxes in the garage, I snidely commented that one of us needed to shed a few pounds, and added that I did not think it was her.
She stopped and looked at me, as she hand-brushed her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.
“I like your weight. All you need is a good exercise routine,” she declared.
She gently patted my ass and added, “Maybe a little more bed exercise is in order.”
I chuckled.
“Are you offering?” I casually asked.
“I don’t know,” Joy replied, quickly pushing past me and heading into the dinette area of the house, leaving the door open so I could see her and ponder my next move. “We’ll have to discuss it”
Damn.
I quickly followed her into the house.
“I don’t see them,” Angie remarked as she surveyed the dinning room table and the kitchen counter tops. For her house keys.
“Maybe,” I said, “Maybe they got moved . . .into the bedroom.”
She looked in my direction in silence. It was only a brief moment of silence, but one that had set the stage. I could see her processing the moment.
“Can we go and see?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied as I made my way in the direction of the bedroom. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure she was behind me.
As we entered the bedroom, I turned towards her and suddenly we found ourselves much closer to each other than either of us had probably anticipated. I reached out and placed both of my hands on her soft and supple waist.
“I don’t think the keys are in here,” I began, “but I need to be honest with you.”
She simply stood there, looking at me, eye to eye.
“I find you incredibly sexy,” I said. Her hand found its way on to my forearm.
“I feel the same way,” she said softly.
“You know this is dangerous,” I said.
“I can handle it,” she replied, pressing herself in closer to where I stood in front of her. “The question is, can you?”
“I have to be honest with you,” I repeated, pulling her in closer to me, her hips now touching mine. “I overheard your conversation with Joy this morning.”
Angie played dumb then asked, “What conversation?”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She opened her mouth and easily accepted my probing tongue. We simply stood there, in the door frame to the master bedroom, lip locked and deep throating each other.
We broke from our kiss just long enough for her to ask me why I had waited so log to show any attention to her.
“You’re married and so am I,” I replied. “But trust me when I say, I’ve noticed you and wanted you for years.”
Angie shifted her hand to the bulge that had formed in my crotch. She pulled back and pushed her hand into my blue jeans, feeling for her prize.
I quickly un-fastened my jeans as she bit down on her lower lip, and again, hand-flipped her long blonde hair back over her shoulder with a wave of her hand.
“Get naked,” she instructed as I pushed my jeans downward and then hastily stripped out of my t-shirt. As I shed my clothes, she did the same.
Oh my Gawd. Angie was simply gorgeous, with flat abs and a well-toned body, set on a thin frame. Her boobs were simply model perfect and enhanced, with little nipples perched on top of them. She shimmied out of her small t-back, allowing it to fall to the floor right in front of me.
I quickly retreated to the bed and Angie eagerly joined me. She launched a full-on assault on my private parts. Somehow, I managed to pivot and found a way to start my investigation into her erogenous areas, inserting a lone finger into her pussy. She let out a deep-throated moan of approval as I worked my fingers back and forth, in and out of her pussy. I rubbed at her hooded clit which seemed to drive her crazy.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “Taking a brief break from sucking on my cock, “Don’t stop!”
I didn’t plan to stop.. She lowered her head and I could see her clenching her fists. Suddenly she cried out, “Oh! Jesus!” as a gush of bodily fluids flooded her vagina and my hand.
“Get on me,” I instructed.
Angie did not hesitate. She quickly spun around and straddled my hips, placing her hands right on to my chest, as she looked down at me. I held my cock upright and inserted into the folds of her womanhood, as she settled down on to my lap, impaling herself on my manhood, our pelvic bones crashing into one another. She slowly worked her hips side to side and then forward and backward, her hands still planted on my chest. As she fell into a rhythmic flow, she sat up and brushed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders and then she grabbed her boobs. She pulled on her nipples and took in deep breaths, as she rocked back and forth on my lap. She bit down on her lower lip again and just as before, she declared “Oh! Jesus!” just as another orgasm hit her. She clenched her fists and I watched as her entire body stiffened up and she turned a deep crimson color in her face, and then she turned a flushed pale color.
Her eyes lids fluttered rapidly as her entire body shook and trembled. Joy always shook and trembled as well, whenever she would orgasm, but this was entirely different. Angie was more vocal, and her orgasms seemed more dynamic.
I grabbed Angie’s hands and pulled her down on top of myself. We continued to kiss, deeply and passionately, even as my tool pulsated inside of her tight little pussy. We rolled in the bed and I drilled my tool deep inside of her, causing her to have a third orgasm.
I asked her if she minded us trying doggie style. Angie was game for just about anything and everything at this point. I stood beside the bed as she backed her buttocks up to me. I placed a hand on her ass and guided my cock in towards her asshole. I had never had anal sex. It was something that Joy would never allow. I used a finger to coat her asshole with some of her juices from her vagina.
“Go easy,” Angie instructed.” It’s a virgin asshole. Not even my husband goes there.”
Oh wow! I forced the head of my cock into her tight little sphincter and I could see that she had grabbed the sheets in her hands and was shaking.
“Let me know if it hurts,” I said.
“A little,” she said, lowering her head as I pushed forward with my tool. Her asshole muscles loosened, just a tiny bit and I worked my cock back and forth, as she trembled.
“Fuck it,” I declared. I pulled out and pushed my tool into her pussy.
“Oh Jesus!” she cried out, as another massive orgasm hit. I lost my load at that point, my first spurt going deep inside of her. I quickly pulled out and my second and third spurts landed on her cute ass and back.
She took in a deep breath and exhaled.
“Put it back in!” she demanded.
I did as she instructed and continued to work my tool back and forth in her pussy, holding on to her hips, as she collapsed forward on to her elbows, her butt still pointing in my direction. Finally, nature began to take its course, so, I pulled out and launched myself back on to the bed beside her.
As Angie lay on her back beside me, both of us looking up at the ceiling, she asked if I was okay.
I was more than okay. I was spent but very happy. Angie looked over at me and smiled.
“I don’t see anything wrong with you sexually,” she declared. “In fact, if you ask me, you are one hell of a lover.”
I liked hearing her compliment. It made me feel good.
“So, what are you going to tell Joy?” I casually asked. A moment of silenced ensured and I could tell Angie was a bit apprehensive in answering my question.
“I guess I’ll tell her you’re a damn good lover,” Angie replied. I was happy to hear the compliment repeated.
Angie asked about Joy and what made her tick.
I was straight forward in my answer. After ten years of marriage and an on-again and off-gain sex life, I really didn’t know what our issues were.
“I have to be honest,” Angie replied. “I don’t think the issue is you. I think it might be her.”
I was happy to hear that assessment, but at the same time, I was wondering what I could do about things. Angie turned and looked at me.
“Maybe the two of you simply need to try different things,” she said, biting down on her lower. I told her that we had tried mini-vacations, surprise events, candles, eatable underwear.
“You name it, we have tried it,” I said.
Angie stayed quiet for a few seconds.
“Have you two ever had a threesome?” she pressed.
“No,” I sheepishly admitted. “I don’t think she would do that.”
“Have you asked?” Angie pressed.
“I don’t think she is bi-sexual,” I replied. “I know her pretty well.”
Angie stayed quiet for a moment, and simply looked at me.
“She’s probably afraid of how you may view her,” Angie replied. “A lot of women are closet bi-sexual out of fear that their husbands would not approve.”
I was pretty sure Joy was not bi-sexual. She had never shown any inclinations to like another woman, in any way except as a platonic friend.
Angie looked at me, and again, a moment of silence occurred.
“Would you let me try and see?” she pressed. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t see Angie as being bi-sexual.
“Sure,” I replied, a little hesitant that my wife would agree to do anything sexual with anyone other than myself. “I’m betting she is not bi-sexual.”
“I’m betting she is,” Angie replied.
“Okay,” I replied, “Here’s the deal. If she agrees, then you have to become my sex slave for a month.”
Damn. My neighbor was not only bi-sexual, she was kinky.
“As long as I don’t have to be tied up or beaten,” I replied. “I’m all in.”
Angie smiled.
“And if it doesn’t work,” I shot back, “you have to be MY sex slave for three months.”
Angie smiled.
“Gladly!”
