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“Heather, you look amazing! Have I forgotten something?
It's not our anniversary, is it!?”

Ronny looked both happy and worried upon clocking my
appearance when he walked in the door. I laughed out loud. “No, silly!” I
exclaimed, “Just want to make a good impression on our new neighbor!”

Oh yes! Yes, I did!

“You're right!” Ronny said sniffing the air, “That meatloaf
does smell good! Let me go freshen up! I won't be too long!”

Ronny headed in the direction of the bathroom to get ready
for dinner and just then, the doorbell sounded. Luther was here and it was
exactly six thirty. Punctual too! I opened the door. “Good evening, Luther!
Come on in!”

He eyes trailed the length of my body. “Wow... Um, I mean
hello!” he said. I ushered him into the kitchen. “Heather, you look phenomenal”
Luther complimented me. My husband joined us in the room. I introduced the two
men and Ronny asked if Luther felt like a beer. “Absolutely!” he replied. “You
two get to know each other, dinner will served in about five minutes!” I told
the two men.

I busied myself serving the food while Ronny and Luther
chatted. Their conversation was about Luther's recent move and what his plans
were for the garden. Besides golf, my husband was a keen gardener and offered
to help him, if he ever needed a hand. Luther seemed grateful. I thought it was
nice that they were building a relationship already. We were all about to get a
lot closer. “Come on, you two! Time to eat!” I gestured to the table.

I made sure to sit next to Luther at the dinner table. The
three of us tucked into the food and I must admit, I had done a good job. Both
Ronny and our guest showered me with praise. “It tastes so good!” they chided.
It isn't going to be the only good thing you're tasting tonight Luther, I said
inwardly. “How are you settling in here?” my husband asked, “Big move, must be
hard!”

“Yes, it must be really hard, Luther!” I agreed, stroking
his upper arm. “Really hard!” I repeated. I figured I should start small – test
the waters. The handsome man told us about the move and said that he hadn't
found it too difficult thus far. I stood up to clear the table. I leaned as
close to Luther as I could when I was gathering his plate and cutlery and when
I reached the side of the table Ronny sat at, I made sure he got a clear view
down the front of my dress. I looked up to see him staring right at my breasts.
Our eyes met and he quickly looked away, embarrassed. I needed to up my game if
I was going to get what I wanted.

I took my place back at the table and the conversation
continued. I 'accidentally' knocked Luther's water tumbler over and the
contents spilled all over him. His shirt and the front of his pants were
soaked. “Oh no!” I gasped, jumping up from my seat, “Luther, I am so sorry! Let
me help you!”

Grabbing a handful of napkins from the table, I began
mopping up the mess I had created. I allowed my hands to press against his firm
stomach and descended lower and lower. “It's okay, I've got it!” Luther yelped.
My husband looked on from nearby. “You should take your shirt off, you'll catch
a cold! I'll have Ronny fetch you one of his!”

Ronny looked at me questioningly, but I nodded at pointed
at the stairs telling him to go. Luther stood up to follow him but I started to
unbutton his shirt. I did so slowly, looking right into his eyes. When the
shirt was fully open, I ran my hands over his chest. “Mmm, you must workout!” I
said. Luther pushed me away slightly. “Thanks for your help, Heather.”

I moved closer again and this time tugged his shirt over
his shoulders and off. It dropped to the floor. What a body! Luther had a
defined chest with little to no body hair and he had a light tan. I pressed
myself against him and kissed him. At first, I felt resistance but then his
arms engulfed me and he kissed me back.

***

***

“What the hell!”

My husband walked into the kitchen holding a shirt in his
hand to find me kissing our now topless neighbor. “Sit down, Ronny.” I
commanded him. I could tell that he was furious. “Don't you dare tell me what
to do!” he retorted. I placed my hand on Luther's crotch and I could feel his
erection through his pants. “Honey, Luther is hard for me. When is the last
time you got it up for me, huh?”

I teased my husband. “What is this? What are you doing?” he
said, exasperated. “Sit down, you little man, or it won't just be Luther and I
who know about your inadequacies in the bedroom.”

Ronny sat down. Luther hadn't spoken at all but when I
dropped to my knees in front of him, I groan escaped from his lips. I opened
the button of his pants and pulled them down. Just like in my fantasy, a large
boner was straining to escape. “Mmm look baby” I said to my man, “Our neighbor
has a big treat for me!”

Luther had a huge dick, almost as big as the one I'd seen
on tv a few nights ago. I stroked it up and down in my hand and massaged his
balls with the other. “Watch me while I suck this cock!”

Ronny sat in the chair opposite us looking horrified.
“Yeah, suck me!” Luther begged. I gently swirled my tongue around the head of
his dick. “Don't do it!” I heard my husband's voice say.

I felt two firm hands push down on the back of my head.
Luther really wanted to be in my mouth. His length slid along my tongue and he
forced himself into my throat. I gagged and tears fell from my eyes but I loved
it! Ronny had never taken control of me like this before. “Oh man, your wife
can really take a dick!” Luther said. He fucked my face so roughly. He didn't
seem to care at all how I felt, only about his own pleasure. I was his fuck toy
and I loved that. Spit was streaming out of my mouth and down on to my tits.
“You dirty whore!” he cried out, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me
from his cock by it. “Look at you, you little slut, your titties are covered in
your own spit! Get that dress off so I can fuck them and show this husband of
yours how you should be treated.”

Ooh, Luther was nasty! I did as he said and ripped my dress
off over my head. I looked at Ronny who was staring at me in dismay. “You
should've just fucked me, you loser” I told him. Luther lay me on the kitchen
table, right in front of my husband. “Take your bra off too.” he commanded. I
unhooked it and tossed it in the direction of Ronny. Luther climbed on top of
me and pushed my spit soaked boobs together so that his dick was engulfed in
them. “Come look at this!” he said to Ronny. Ronny got up from his seat and
stood by me as our neighbor rammed his cock between my breasts. Every so often
I was able to lick the tip or Luther would force it into my mouth. A trail of
pre-cum was on my chest.

“I bet you'd like to fuck your wife like this, huh?” Luther
taunted and I looked at my husband and realized that he appeared to be enjoying
the sight. “It looks so good...” he almost moaned. “It is!” I agreed. “Your
little pussy hasn't been fucked in a long time, Heather?” Luther asked, “Let's
show hubby how it's done!”

He got off the table and dragged me to the edge. He
massaged me through the lace of my panties and my back arched in pure pleasure.
It had been way too long since I had felt the touch of a man. “Oh you're
juicy!” he said, “Look at this, Ronny! Your wife is so wet it's flowing from
her panties!”

Luther spread my legs apart so that my husband could look.
He pulled my thong to the side, exposing my sex to them. “What a nice little
pussy she has!” he said. Luther placed the tip of his dick at my slit. “You
going to watch me get fucked, honey? Watch this big cock fill me up? I moaned
to Ronny. “Mmhmm, fuck her!” he said.

Laying on the table with my legs open while my neighbor
pushed his dick inside of me felt incredible. The way he treated me like a slut
turned me on beyond belief and having my husband watch the event was the cherry
on the top. His cock was so big but he thrust every inch in. He gripped my
thighs firmly as he fucked me. “Rub your clit, I want you to cum!” he
instructed. My hand immediately went where Luther told me. “Your wife is going
to cum all over my dick, Ronny! This little cunt is about to explode!”

I couldn't take it anymore. “I'm going to cum!” I squealed.
My eyes darted from my husband to the sexy man fucking me as I came. Ronny's
eyes were filled with unadulterated lust. I was almost sure he was loving this
as much as I was. “You want me to fill her pussy with my hot jizz?” Luther
asked. He did not slow down at all, his balls slamming against my body. “Cum
inside me, I want your cum!” I pleaded. I hadn't felt this good maybe ever
before. His grip on my legs tightened and one last forceful slam signaled he
had reached his climax. Breathless, he looked at Ronny and said, “I hope you're
going to clean up this other mess your wife has made!”

Luther took his dick from my pussy but spread my lips with
his fingers. “Look at that, Ronny! Clean it up!”

Sheepishly, Ronny stepped forward and dipped his head to my
cunt. “Ooh baby, eat my cum filled pussy!”

He ran his tongue over my clit and then between my lips. I
moaned. I couldn't believe my husband was eating me out after I had just been
fucked by another guy! “Make your wife cum!” Luther told him, “Because if you
don't, I'll certainly be back to do it again!”

Luther quickly dressed himself and left our house without
another word. I guess only time will tell if Ronny makes me cum or if I have to
go to the neighbor...

The End

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How It Began

Will it hurt...?

It was her only day off work that week and Eliza had been
hoping to enjoy it - sleeping in past six am, taking her dog for a walk and
just generally relaxing. She had been working double shifts at the local
hospital where she was a nurse and oh boy, did she need the down time. She had
planned on staying wrapped up in her cocoon for as long as possible, maybe
emerging around midday to watch some daytime tv before her leisurely lap around
the neighborhood with Rex. She had however awoken at around three thirty am
with a stabbing pain in her stomach. After writhing in bed for a while, she
made the decision to call the department where she worked at the hospital and
speak to the doctor on call. She knew him pretty well so it was no big deal.
Unusually, the doctor she expected was off that night but she was glad when his
replacement said that he would call to her house when he got off work the next
day to take a look. He advised Eliza to get some sleep in the meantime. The
next thing she knew, she was violently awoken around eight thirty by a
hammering on her front door.

“What the heck!” Eliza wondered, as she groggily noted the
time on her alarm clock. The doctors didn't generally finish work until nine.
All she wanted right then was to catch up on sleep!

The beautiful girl dragged herself from her bed and padded
across the carpet to the window. From here she could see that there were two
men on her doorstep.

“Huh?” she mumbled to herself, “Two doctors?”

The taller of the two began looking around. He pointed
upwards in the direction of the window, signaling to the second man that there
was in fact somebody at home. Oh no! She had been spotted! Eliza dropped to the
floor, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and dread. Now she really had no
excuse not to answer the door.

There was a subsequent knock on the door and she heard a
voice call out.

“Hello? This is Dr Jessop, I'm here from the hospital. You
said you weren't feeling very well?”

Why the hell were there two doctors on her doorstep and
what on earth were they doing there so early!?

***

***

“Oh my god!” Eliza gasped. She jumped to her feet and
jogged down the stairs.

“I'm coming, I'm coming,” she yelled.

Eliza realized that her heart was beating rapidly. She had
just woken up and was conscious of what she looked like, especially now that
she was about to answer the door to two men. She didn't even feel particularly
ill anymore! The untouched girl had always had trouble with men. She was rather
uncouth around them all, especially the cute ones. The typical tongue-tied,
babbling mess of embarrassment! That's probably why she'd never even had a
boyfriend, despite being 21 years old and rather gorgeous.

Her physique, while on the plump side, certainly was
desirable. It could turn more than a few heads if she wore the right clothes –
some tight, curve hugging shirt or tiny shorts. She had the most endearing big,
blue eyes and smooth, pale skin.

But, all of that could be dealt with later.

She tried desperately to smooth down her hair and adjusted
her pajamas to look as presentable as possible.

“Hi,” she finally said, throwing the door of her home open
to greet the two men.

There was a brief pause before she heard the deep,
masculine voice reply.

“Hi, I'm Dr Jessop. This is Dr Spencer. We're from Mercy
West, the hospital.”

The man gestured towards his colleague and then proffered
an ID badge in her direction.

“I believe you're experiencing some stomach pain?” Dr
Spencer questioned.

“Well, yes... I
 
was
 
but…
 
I
mean I'm not now so I guess… Well I mean I'm fine...”

“Um, okay,” Dr Jessop interrupted, “Can we come in to take
a look? Examine you, I mean. Since we came all this way. Better to be safe than
sorry, right?”

Eliza was taken aback. From the moment she had opened the
door, she had been distracted by their chiseled bodies. Both of them were
wearing tight fitting shirts which perfectly accentuated their muscular and
ripped physiques. She was certain she had been standing there open mouthed for
minutes.

She
liked to stare and gawk at all the hot men she saw on a daily basis at her job.
She liked imagining the dirty things they could do to her. All the filthy,
sordid acts she could be subjected to at their command.

Eliza wanted to know that more than anything... and so, it
was no coincidence that she felt the sexual drippings begin to form between her
legs – as her arousal at the thought of having these two take control of her
body, overwhelmed all of the young virgin's senses.

She resolved, right then and there, to pull open the door
further and allow them in with as sexy a smile as she could
 
muster. A poor, nervous girl like her
was often at a loss as how to entrance normal men – and handsome surprises were
something else entirely!

“Sure,
 
that
would be nice… I mean, good!” she squeaked out.

And with that, Eliza reached out for the doorknob
 
(her heart aflutter with thoughts of
wild passion, however unfounded they might be).

***