The newest additions to my suburban world were a pleasingly attractive and friendly couple and we were exchanging pleasantries while their belongings were being moved into their new home. Almost immediately I sensed a comfortable, easy sexiness about them as they laughed and touched each other casually while helping the movers get the job done right. Both acted as if they were stepping into a good future which was a good sign. You don't get to choose your neighbors and I'd found out its better to have the good looking, happy variety as opposed to the plate throwers.
On looks alone, I was pleased to make their acquaintance.......
Her name was Suzanne and the bright smile she flashed during introductions was arresting. Long, full and wavy brown hair was highlighted by soft, expressive eyes of the same color. Welcoming pools, they held my gaze and invited me to stay and swim a bit. Suzanne had a curvaceous, soft shape that was nicely full where it was most pleasing with a confidence about her that radiated. It wasn't long before I was visualizing her naked, demurely looking back over her shoulder while offering her soft ass to my stiffness. My cock swelled partially as I imagined my stiff pole slipping between the pillows of her ass
She got entered into the "Dark Haired Beauties" section of my book, with notations made to find out more.
Her husband's name was Mark and his tall, firm and broad shouldered frame was both imposing and in perfect contrast to hers. While she was clearly soft and delicious, he appeared hard and sculpted. A loose fitting and partially unbuttoned shirt gave glimpses of his muscled chest and he countered her luxurious darkness with short blond hair and sharply blue eyes. With a big hand he "adjusted" his crotch while we spoke and I couldn't help but notice the fullness of the bulge in his jeans. Perhaps he was wearing particularly tight jeans that day but I was convinced he could probably hammer Suzanne pretty good.
Suddenly Mark was behind Suzanne in my visualization and I watched as he beat the stuffing out of her pillows and pounded her ass with an impressively hard rod. My cock completed swelling and I had to "adjust" myself when no one was looking.
Although not in his condition, I'd nail her pretty good too if given the chance. Giving it my best shot at least.
Being a single and fairly adventurous guy, I lived by a looser code about who was fuckable and who was off limits and found no reason to take this guys wife off the "future fuck" list. If she were willing, I'd be there with the ready and able parts.
Weeks went past and we got to know each other through fly-by meetings and the occasional stop over to talk at the property line. Time and proximity only enhanced my initial impressions of her and up the hit list she climbed. During duller moments, I'd think of her and soon find my fingers slipped around my prick. Stroking myself to visions of her soft lips wrapped around my dick head. Her dark hair spread across my crotch tickling me sensually as her head pumped my small cock. Slowly licking my swollen pole until it surrendered its cum.... and I had to clean myself off.
After more than a few sessions like this, I was getting hungry for the real thing and wasting a lot of good cum.
We'd never discussed careers so I didn't know what he did for a living but was happy to see his car drive off early each morning to someplace productive. Meanwhile, I worked at home. Day trading was my game and I'd developed a conservative approach that was bringing in the cash.
Suzanne seemed to be doing the "married wife at home" routine and it saddened me to think her hooked on Oprah or the Soap Operas. Her pleasingly soft ass in danger of over-expansion from lack of use. Not that I'm very discriminating when it comes to asses. I've found large, soft ones just as tasty and fuckable as the tighter, smaller versions.
Just maybe, it wasn't Monteil Williams that caught her fancy but instead she whiled away the day enjoying porn and making her nicely trimmed cunt vibrate deeply. Keeping herself properly heated and wet for when her man came home in need of a good blow job and a welcoming cunt. Servicing her mans needs like a good slut wife should, with lube holes in need of filling.
I cant say you'd never catch me wandering the porn sites every now and then. After all, every day at the computer will inevitably have its dull moments and I have an imagination that needs feeding. I never used sex toys on myself though, leaving those for invited guests or the occasional Girl Scout pushing calories.
It was my "routine" to take work-breaks to clear my mind of unnecessary detail and stress. Get away from the computer and return to work more refreshed, mentally sharper. There was no set routine for this but often I'd just lay by the pool or swim laps. With Lady Suzanne locked away next door, time by the pool became more frequent. A window on their three story home looked towards my house and could see the entire pool area through the trees. I know this to be true since the previous neighbor had been neighborly enough to give me a blow job in that room and I'd looked. She wasn't half the package Suzanne is and her husband had quite rightly cast her aside for other pursuits. She was hungry for cock, I was able to find the time and as already stated....I'm not too discriminating.
So...thinking it best Suzanne make the first move, I began to offer silent invitations to come over.
I'd swim laps or lounge about in the sun. The shine off my well oiled body was enough to cause any onlooker to reach for their sunglasses. For such "private" moments I'd wear a tight black Speedo that maximized my tan, highlighted my small package and showed off my tight ass nicely.
Besides all that, the Speedo was nice and tight and just felt good to wear. Information is power they say, so might as well give Suzanne the best "advance preview" I could.
After a few days of doing this, I caught fleeting glances of "shadows" moving at the window...the rustle of curtains.
Determining my plan to be working, I started to slip the Speedo off while sunning to let her ogle my entire naked body.
Or go I'd go to the head of the pool and slip it off slowly. Standing at the pools edge momentarily before jumping in.
I heard no complaint or received no unwanted knocks on my door, so that practice increased to the point where I was often nude the entire time. The "presence" at the window increased as well.
I was confident now that Suzanne would soon come calling and I'd slow stroke my cock while planning the different ways I'd ravage her. A confirmed ass fucker, I spent many a passing moment thinking of drilling her hole from various angles. Not graced with the largest of cocks, fucking them up the ass came with a heightened a sense of power that I found pleasing. My prick would shoot heavier loads then when I'd flail away at their cunts. It had "stud-like" qualities to it that seemed to fit me.
Needless to say, I was very surprised when a few days later I was roused from a quiet sunning session by Mark when he said: "Mind if I join you....?"
There he was, standing and smiling at me from the pool cage door. Not Suzanne in some overly tight two-piece that just begged to be taken off, but Mark. Luckily I'd only been out a few minutes and my Speedo was still intact, so all appearances were normal.
"Certainly, certainly," I said.
Only after he'd entered did I notice that he was already in a swimsuit and had a towel draped over his shoulder. Turns out Mark was a "Speedo-guy" as well, only his looked quite a bit tighter than mine, its contents considerably more pronounced.
He walked towards me while saying: "You're so smart to have put in a pool....we'll have to do that one day."
Still a bit taken aback that it was Mark not Suzanne standing next to me, I had to concentrate not to let my confusion show.
"Oh yeah...............wouldn't be able to live without one now," I replied. "You have the day off?"
"No, no, just taking a break from work" was Mark's quick reply.
Now I was really confused and watched as his gaze slowly slide down my body.
It was impossible not to notice the bulging package his Speedo was barely keeping from bursting out. His swimsuit was so terribly small, you'd have thought it a poor choice of one he'd outgrown some years back. Standing just a few feet from my face, the tight flatness of his stomach only highlighted the very pronounced, bulge at his crotch. The outline of his thick cock was plain to see through the material and he didn't to notice or mind.
I felt something weird, unfocused welling up inside me and stammered a bit when saying: "You....uhhhh....work at home? But I thought I'd seen your car."
