Nay

Both of you, Anne and you, walk up to your neighbours house. Both of you still in your sunning dress, meaning you in shorts and Anne in the tiny stringbikini. You have taken some beer with you, not knowing what bullshit of pussydrink your host would serve you.

Your host already waits for you, sitting at a desk with his rather cute wife Johanna. You both take a seat. To your right sits Jo, to your left Anne. Your host sits right in front of you. His name being Dick. A fitting name, you think.

Just after seating he focuses on Anne and Jo seems to be again embarrassed because of the rudeness of her husband. You notice that she is not that pissed-off anymore. She looks at you and smiles. It seems that she decided to return the favor her husband gave her. She leans over to you and you could see her tits sway gently. They are not as huge as Anne´s but also very delicious. Her slender legs look perfect with the little chain around her left ankle. Then she puts her hands on the arm rest and her arms push her tits together. You stare openly into her cleavage and she gives you a lusty look again.

"How do you like my ... garden?" she asks.

"Wonderful. I like it ... really. Wouldn´t mind walking around in it a little."

She bits her lower lip and gives you a hungry look. She then stretches, her tits sway and her long legs touch yours as if by accident. She sits up straight but her feet do not leave your feet. Better, she starts to rub your feet with hers. You are glad that the huge, massive table shields away all curious looks from her husband.

After a little chitchat she rises and asks if anyone wants a drink. Anne rises too and offers her help. Both of them walk towards a little table with several bottles and glasses on it and talk, both giggling. That´s when Dick leans over to you.

"Buddy, your wife´s really nice." he said, grinning.

"Yeah. But your wife´s not bad either."

"Ah, forget her. She does not let me do her. A complete failure. But that´s not that bad. I know some places where you can get what you need." his grin turns dirty and you smile politly. Now wonder she does not let him fuck her. You listen to his complains and his attitudes and summarize that this is one lame excuse for a man.

Then the two ladies return to the table. Anne holding some white wine, Jo holding some red wine. You go for red wine and Jo steps beside you, her lower leg touching your lower leg. It feels good and she gives you again a "fuck-me"-look. Her husband goes for white wine of course. You guess he would have gone for arsen if that was what Anne was holding in the bottle. Anne leans forward and smiles and you can see how Dick almost starts to fall off the chair by staring at Anne´s cleavage. Yeah, you furry fucker. You can look but never taste. Then you turn your attention to Jo.

"Can I help you with something else?" she asks and several different options of sexual intercourse spring into your mind. You simply smile and let your hand drop, touching her knee. She shivers but continues serving wine into her glass, rubbing her leg at your hand.