Neighbors: Stan's Labor Day Weeend

I was all set to tackle my overdue yard projects during the Labor Day weekend when my new neighbor, Leslie, popped over. She asked for help moving some heavy workout gear, adding that her wife, Missy, was away at work. According to neighborhood gossip, Jeannie had parroted back to me - her one talent these days, passing along rumors - the two were lesbians. I wasn't sold on it, though. It sounded like wishful thinking from bored suburbanites.

For an hour or so, I hauled around their gear - specialized massage tables for Leslie's therapist business, plus a gym's worth of machines that screamed "fitness freaks." I sweat like a pig and had to ditch my soaked shirt. Leslie grinned, "I'd love to do the same, but I'm not sure how the neighbors would react."

I laughed, "This street's mostly young couples - we're pretty chill. Go for it; give me something to look at." Jeannie hadn't given me anything worth staring at in months; I deserved a break.

Leslie's workout clothes hugged her curves like a second skin. Tallish, maybe 5'8", with long brown hair spilling down her back. Her breasts were a decent handful - not too much, just right. Those icy blue eyes locked on me, amused, and her grin had a sharp edge like she was already plotting something twisted.

We'd just finished when she asked me to hold a rope up high on one of the machines. Arms stretched overhead, I watched her step onto a stool - then bam, handcuffs clicked around my wrists. "What the hell?" I yelped, tugging at them, but she just laughed, undoing my cargo shorts with quick, shameless hands. Zipper down, pants yanked to my ankles, she stared right into my eyes - mocking me - as she tugged my briefs to my knees, then kicked them off with her foot. My dick hung there, limp but twitching, like it knew something I didn't.

"Your wife seems so uptight," she said with a smirk, "I bet it's been months since you've had a good fuck. Don't want you blowing your load too soon when we surprise Missy - let's drain some of that backlog." She hit the nail square on the head. Jeannie hadn't slipped into her black lace panties - her 'maybe I'm horny' signal - in forever. Even then, it was a crapshoot; one wrong word and I'd be shut down with 'I'm tired' or 'Not tonight.' Jerking off in the bathroom was all I had left, and it sucked - quick, joyless, like a chore. Leslie sizing me up like a pent-up loser stung, but she wasn't wrong.

She squirted something into her hands and slipped behind me, her slick hand clamping around my cock - firm, no messing around. Slow strokes at first, tight enough to light up every nerve. Then her other hand wandered lower, a finger teasing my ass. She leaned in, breath hot against my ear. "If we had more time, I'd fuck you with my 10-inch dildo. You'd scream, end up a quivering mess in your own mess." Her words were filthy, insane - and my traitor dick didn't care one bit.

She sped up, hand pumping my shaft while her finger toyed with my ass. "Before I'm done, you'll be eating your own cum, straight from your cock," she promised. I yanked at the cuffs, heart hammering - what kind of psycho was she? But her grip erased the panic, pulling me into the heat pulsing through my dick and ass. Jeannie's cold shoulder had left me starving; this was a goddamn feast compared to my sad bathroom release.

Pressure built fast - too fast - and I blew, cum shooting out in thick spurts, splattering the tile like a broken hose. I gasped, legs shaking, body spent. My solo sessions never hit like that - never.

She uncuffed me, but before I could catch my breath, she shoved me onto a narrow table - just wide enough to hold me. Cuffs snapped back on, arms pinned behind me, legs tied down. Face up, staring at the ceiling, I was too wrecked to fight it, still buzzing from that orgasm.

"Now, let's get you ready," Leslie said, wiping me down with a rag like I was some tool she'd dirtied. She smeared a cool balm on my dick - "Takes a couple minutes to set in," she said, all business - then slid a cock ring down my shaft. Ready for what? I wondered, but deep down, I knew I was their plaything now. Jeannie'd never touch me like this, and hell, I'd take being used over being ignored any day.

"Honey, I'm home," a cheery voice called out.

Leslie chirped back, "In the workout room - got a surprise for you!"

Missy swept in, rocking a business suit with a skirt so short it'd get her fired anywhere legit and a top flashing cleavage that'd make HR faint. Where'd she work? I'd mop floors there just to gawk. She giggled, delighted, and ditched her panties without bothering with the skirt or stilettos, straddling my face like it was a throne. The bench lined up perfectly for her to plant herself right on me.

"Hi, I'm Missy," she said, all sunshine. "You must be the new neighbor. A pleasure to meet you." Shorter than Leslie, but those heels evened her out - slender, Barbie-like, with D-cups that looked too big but real. Heat radiated from her thighs as she pressed down, muff smothering me.

"Hi, I'm Stan," I mumbled into her crotch, tongue already tracing her slit - one side, then the other - before zeroing in on her clit, so that she'd know I knew where it was. She wriggled into a better spot, shedding her skirt, jacket, and blouse but keeping the bra, garters, stockings, and heels. Jeannie wouldn't be caught dead in that getup - I'd scrub toilets at Missy's office for free just to see women dressed like her.

Leslie handed her wine, and Missy sipped it, grinding closer. "Ahh, I needed that," she sighed, smiling at Leslie. The wine or my face? Didn't care - hoped both. I kept at it, tongue darting down her vagina, circling her lips, flicking her clit. She rocked against me, moans egging me on. Her boobs bounced above, nipples straining her bra - fuck, it was a view. Tied down, used like a sex doll, I should've been pissed, but after Jeannie's freeze-out, this was paradise.

Leslie stripped, her body toned but soft, then unhooked Missy's bra. Those breasts spilled out - puffy nipples, purple areolas - and Leslie sucked one, drawing a moan. Then she gently pulled Missy's head towards her crotch, signaling what she wanted. Missy took a final sip of wine before diving in. Her leaning forward crushed her twat harder against my face, and I didn't mind one bit.

Missy's pussy was shaved except for a blond strip - baby powder scent, silk against my nose. She quivered at every lick; finally, someone appreciated my sexual talents. After working my way up and down her slit several times, going as deep as my tongue would reach, I honed in on her clit. Her breaths turned jagged as Leslie pinched her nipples, and when she came, she squirted - porn stuff I'd never felt - drenching my face. She slid off and mounted me, reverse cowgirl, taking just a couple of inches.

Leslie knelt, grabbed my cock, and angled it against Missy's wall until she gasped, then licked her clit slow and steady. Missy's juices flowed, soaking me, while they kept me teased - not enough to finish, just enough to stay hard. The cock ring did its job; I was their toy, and I couldn't complain - better than Jeannie's "not now" anytime.

Missy stopped, kissed Leslie, and said, "Try him - with a condom, like a dildo."

Leslie eyed my dick like it was a chore but muttered, "What the hell." Condom on, lube poured, she straddled me same as Missy. Missy licked her clit, using my cock to tease her insides - tight as hell, gripping me like she hated it but couldn't stop. "Don't let him cum in me," she snapped, and I smirked inside. Yeah, I'm just the equipment - fine by me if it gets me off.

She climbed off eventually. "Not bad for a guy," she told Missy.

Missy grinned, "Mind if I finish him?" Leslie shrugged. Missy ripped off the condom, mounted me facing forward, and rode me hard - hot, slick, relentless. Her tits bounced, nipples begging to be grabbed, but I was still tied. After Jeannie's drought, this was a flood I'd drown in happily.

Tension built for an eternity finally snapped. "Fuck yeah," I yelled, straining uselessly against the cuffs. Missy pulled off me at the last second, stroking me as I exploded - cum arcing everywhere, stars in my eyes. Leslie sat on my face, muffling me, laughing with Missy about the neighbors hearing the noise. Used again, and I loved it - balls totally drained at last.

Missy came back with a strap-on, fucking Leslie on top of me - her ass thrusting in my view as Leslie moaned into climax. "Let's unchain the furniture," Missy giggled, freeing me. They forgot me fast, screwing each other with a glass dildo on the couch, wine in hand, as I limped out to face the yard. Thanksgiving? Columbus Day? Sign me up - I'd take being their toy over Jeannie's ice wall every time.