I was happily single after a run of somewhat disastrous relationships that at least had ended before marriage. There were various reasons, one was about money, one got upset if I even noticed that there were other women in the room, one was more interested in getting mani/pedicures and her hair done than working and I can't even remember why I broke up with another one but I remember there was a lot of swearing from her when I told her it was over. I could likely have dealt with those things if the sex had been better but as much as all of them seemed good initially, it quickly turned out that having sex was either something they did to get a boyfriend but not to keep one or they were just plain boring. It wasn't like I was into really kinky sex, I just liked it in places other than the bedroom, maybe a nice blowjob occasionally (I'd go down on them regularly and loved it), some public sex or even a bit of anal.
The good news was that being single meant I had more 'disposable' income than most of my friends and I'd recently purchased a small semi-detached in a newly built neighbourhood. It wasn't anything huge, there was a reasonable kitchen, combination livingroom/dining room with a bathroom downstairs and a bedroom, bathroom and what they called a second bedroom upstairs that I just used as a storage room. After moving in, I quickly got to know Peter and Tracy who'd bought the place right beside me about a month before I moved in. Peter was similar to me, about 5'9, maybe 200lbs, dark hair and in decent shape. The only real differenced were that he only had a mustache where I had a mustache/beard and I was about 5 years older than he was. If he was a 7, Tracy was a 9. Almost as tall as he was with long/brown hair, brown eyes and an awesome smile. She wasn't huge in the boob department but what there was looked firm with noticeable nipples and the pants she wore when I met them looked like they'd been painted onto her beautifully firm ass. I eventually found out she'd set up their storage room for a small workout room and the results showed clearly in her trim, shapely body.
They turned out to be a nice, very friendly couple and on the first weekend that I was there, they invited me over for a BBQ so I didn't have to cook. It was just burgers and beer but to not have to cook and be able to enjoy some company made for a great night. By the time I went home, it felt like I'd known them for years and Peter and I had already made plans to go golfing once I'd unpacked everything and got settled.
Over the next few weeks, we'd often see each other coming or going and chatted often. I also found that the wall between our semi's wasn't all that soundproof and seeing as my bedroom was adjacent to their bedroom, I often heard them having sex. I really didn't mind and often masturbated as I listened to the two of them fucking and talking dirty. One night they'd been over for a few drinks that lasted just past midnight. When they left and I went to bed, they were louder than usual when they got to bed and the alcohol had obviously made them hornier than usual. As I stroked myself, I listened to the two of them saying how good things felt, how good the others cock/pussy felt and from Tracy there were several rounds of, "Yes, that's it! Harder...oh fuck I'm cumming again!"
Eventually, things got quieter and then I heard Peter quite clearly saying, "I'm not that drunk, keep your finger out of my ass."
It was slightly muffled but I could just make out Tracy saying, "Oh come on, both of us enjoy it when you fuck my ass, let me have some fun with yours."
"Not gonna happen, no fingers and I'm definitely not interested in having one of your toys up my ass like you keep suggesting, how about I lick you to one more orgasm instead?"
There were a couple more quieter exchanges that I couldn't make out followed by Tracy moaning, "Even if you won't let me play with your ass, the way your tongue hits all the spots in my pussy almost makes up for it."
"Almost?"
That was followed by a series of moans, groans and other noises from Tracy before I finally heard, "Alright, alright - your tongue totally makes up for not wanting me to play with your ass!"
That was followed fairly shortly by, "Fuck yes! Don't stop, finger my pussy! I'm going to cum again!"
As I lay there stroking my cock, all I could think of was her wanting to play with his ass and wanting to fuck him with one of her toys. I'd never had anything up my ass nor had I ever enjoyed porn where the girl was playing with the guy's ass but hearing them seemed to trigger something inside me and I shot one of the largest loads I'd had in a long time, all over my stomach and chest. A couple of the spurts were so strong, they hit my chin and cheek.
Over the next week, I kept having the same thoughts until one night while I was listening to them, I grabbed some lube and as I stroked my cock with one hand, I fingered my ass with the other. By the time I came, I had two fingers deep in my ass and I was wishing I'd tried anal play sooner.
Over the next few months, almost every other weekend one of us would have the other over for a BBQ or some drinks, sometimes with a few of the other neighbours as well and sometimes just us. I quickly noticed that anytime they'd had a few extra drinks, the sex that night would be louder and more intense, often with her asking if he'd at least let her try some ass play with him and the answer was always 'no'. In the meantime, I'd found that I came a lot harder if I played with my ass and had even tried a few other things that were a bit larger like a carrot and found that felt even better.
We'd just gotten into fall and they were having some minor renovations done to their upstairs when Peter came over and asked if he could use my bathroom as their water was temporarily shut off. I was just in the middle of painting my downstairs bathroom so told him to use the one at the top of the stairs. When he came down, he had a bit of a strange look on his face. When I asked if he was ok, he mumbled, "Ya, I'm ok. It's just...."
"Just what?"
"Damn, this is kind of embarrassing but I could easily hear the guys that were working upstairs at our place. Does that mean that you can hear it when we...well you know?"
There wasn't much sense in denying it so I said, "Well yes, sometimes more than others."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's not something I thought we'd ever be talking about but it seems the more the two of you have had to drink, the louder you are so it's pretty hard not to hear what's being said and is happening."
Maybe it was the way I said it or maybe he was already thinking it but after looking at me for a second or two he said, "Shit, so I guess that means you've heard Tracy asking for, well... some different sex?"
We'd gone this far so I figured there wasn't any sense in pretending otherwise now so I nodded and said, "Yup."
"Oh shit, that's even more embarrassing. I'm not sure why she keeps asking, it's not like guy's wants anything up their ass."
Now it was my turn to get a funny look on my face which he quickly noticed. "Or maybe it's just me?"
Now it was my turn to be a bit embarrassed, "Well, up until I heard the two of you, I'd never had anything in my ass and never really wanted to but then I got curious and when I did a bit of experimenting and found I kind of liked it."
"Wow, didn't expect that but I guess everyone's different. At least you don't think it's too weird or anything then."
"Now that I've actually tried a bit of ass play, nope, not weird at all. Who knows, you might even like it."
"Maybe, but it's not something I even want to find out if I like or not. Anyway, I'd better be getting back to see how the work's coming."
As he left, I couldn't help having the same thought I'd had for a while now and that was of what it would feel like to have a woman actually use a toy on my ass but seeing as I wasn't dating anyone, that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon. The next time we got together for a big evening was Thanksgiving and they'd invited me over for dinner. I usually grabbed some wine and beer but for tonight, I decided on wine and a bottle of nice rum that I'd been given. Once supper was done, we made some more drinks and then moved to their living room to talk and watch some tv. As the alcohol kicked in, Peter and Tracy got a bit frisky which wasn't unusual. It was good that I just lived next door because all of us were fairly drunk and at least I didn't have to go far. I was using the washroom by the kitchen when I heard Tracy saying to Peter, "Hey, once we're alone, how about we go upstairs and have some fun. Maybe the turkey won't be the only thing that gets stuffed tonight."
I was totally surprised when I heard Peter reply, "If you want your turkey stuffed, I'd love to but if you're thinking of doing the stuffing, maybe talk to Mark. Apparently, he's heard us a few times and thinks it'd be a lot more fun than I do."