neighborly relations

"Steve?" my wife started, her fingertips gently trailing over my chest. Her voice was soft, so as not to be overheard by the new neighbors seated in the living room.

"Yes, hon?" I asked as I started to fill four tall glasses with the ice cold lemonade iced tea I had just taken from the refrigerator.

"Would you think me a terrible wife if I told you I was thinking about what sex would be like between me and Klyde out there?" she asked, looking to my eyes as I concentrated on pouring the tea from the large pitcher into the glasses.

Caught by surprise, I overfilled the one glass, causing a little puddle on the counter top.

"I've upset you, haven't I?" Lisa asked, grabbing a washcloth from where it draped over the sink faucet and dutifully absorbing the spill with it, as if trying to make amends for her adulterous thoughts.

Finished cleaning the spill, she rinsed the cloth and turned me to her. "It's just since the scene on the patio last night, I've been in a constant state of desire. The sex this morning was great, but.. I think I need more. I need someone to watch me. Would you mind watching me with Klyde.. and maybe Bonita?"

"I mean, I saw the way you looked at her, Steve. I bet even you would like a taste of Bonnie's delicious pie," she teased, scooping a finger into the nearby pecan confection and putting it against my lips.

I closed my eyes for a few precious seconds, savoring the taste of Bonnie's pie as I sucked the pie filling off my wife's index finger. I also imagined the possibilities of what could lie ahead, if I played my cards right.

"You know how turned on I was last night, watching you being eaten by that big chested college girl. To watch you getting fucked by Klyde's big dick..mmm," I said, clasping her offered hand and licking at each finger. "After all," I asked between licks, "it's not cheating if the other spouse is involved with what's going on, is it?"

"Mmm, I love you!" Lisa smiled, reaching up to give me a quick kiss, feeling my hardening cock in my running shorts as she leaned into me. She quickly pulled away and grabbed two of the ice-filled glasses. "First, we better make sure Bonnie and Klyde are interested before we plan too far ahead!" she answered with a playful smirk. I followed my wife's swinging, barely clad ass as we each carried two glasses out to our visitors.

The ebon-skinned couple each offered a grateful thanks as I offered Klyde his drink and kept one for myself and Lisa handed Bonnie hers as she sipped at her own.

"Oh, that feels so good!" Lisa purred as she swigged the tangy drink, then rolled the bottom of the glass along the curve of her tank top's plunging neckline.

"It is quite thirst-quenching," agreed Bonnie to my wife as she stood before her seat.

I saw Bonnie lean forward and extend a fingertip towards Lisa's trim bare thigh. "Seems you're leaking, Lisa," she casually commented as she brought the droplet of my lovecream that had escaped Lisa's frayed cutoffs to those fruit slice lips of hers and sucked it off.

"We didn't interrupt anything?" Klyde asked with a smile, after watching his wife's bold display.

"No. Actually, we just finished up," I said with an embarassed flush.

"We noticed you two in the window. It looked like you were really giving it to her good, Steve!" Bonnie smiled broadly, her lips curling back to reveal a gleaming white set of teeth.

"I didn't think anyone would be able to see us!" my wife exclaimed with a blush of her own, though by the way she crushed her thighs together as she talked, she was equally excited, as well.

"Well, actually, I dabble in astronomy, but when I saw you two in the window, I had to turn the trusty telescope on you just to see what was going on," Klyde admitted.

"He got so excited watching the two of you doing it in the front window, he called me over to suck him off while he continued to watch," Bonita slurred as she grazed my wife's outer thigh with her hand. "I, of course, did," she offered in answer. "After he let me have a peek myself," she added with a big grin.

"I hope we aren't scaring you off," Klyde said. "You two just seemed pretty.. open."

"No," I answered, wondering, 'just who was seducing who here?'

"As a matter of fact, my wife has had one thing on her mind since she saw you coming up the walk, Klyde," I continued, ignoring the jabs by my wife's finger to make me stop.

"And what would that be, Lisa?" Klyde asked smoothly, bringing his hand up to join his wife's at my spouse's legs. His big hand smoothed the skin on the inner flank of her other leg.

"Tell Klyde, Lisa," I said, putting my glass down and stepping behind her, rubbing her shoulders.

All this stimuli was too much for my poor wife. She wanted to phrase it nicely, but the words just poured from her mouth.

"I wondered if tall black guys' cocks are as big as they say they are," she rasped, squirming under the strokes of the three hands caressing various parts of her already overstimulated body.

"What say, Bonita? Shall we let Lisa see for herself?" asked Klyde as he turned to the compact package of sex appeal seated next to him.