Love Thy Neighbor's Hotwife

by David Stone

  “Variety is the spice of life,” I muttered, uncreatively, though it did happen to be true.

  “Okay, Don, so what’s next?” asked Kristen. “Should we all start banging each other?” She laughed, but it seemed defensive. No one else laughed, and the table fell uncomfortably silent.

  Ed got a fresh bottle of wine. I guess he just felt he needed something to do. There was already a fresh bottle on the table. He refilled our glasses and sat down.

  Still, no one spoke. The temperature was rising by the second. I looked at Donna to notice she had been staring at me, hoping I might say something, I guessed, since Kristen had addressed the question to me.

  Finally, Donna spoke, much to my relief. “I think Kristen wants to bang you, Don. You should probably say something.”

  Kristen laughed. “Sure, Don. Ravage me if you want. Ed can watch.”

  I laughed, totally unsure of the seriousness of her offer. Her tone didn’t suggest she was kidding. I was completely embarrassed now. I noticed Ed wasn’t saying anything.

  “Maybe this will help clue him in, Donna,” said Kristen. She stood and unbuttoned her dress, pulled it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. Indeed, she was wearing the same style panty and bra as Donna. Kristen sat down, saying, “That feels better. It was getting so hot in here.” She laughed. “Ed, you don’t mind, do you?”

  “Not at all, honey. It’s important to me that you be comfortable.”

  “Well, we should all be comfortable, I think, if Ed doesn’t mind it,” said Donna. She stood and repeated Kristen’s performance. Now both of them were sitting in their underwear.

  Donna and Kristen looked at each other and burst out laughing. They blushed simultaneously, recovered, and looked around the table. Ed was blushing again now. He was turning out to be a real blusher. I suspected I looked rather pale. Donna looked spectacular, as did Kristen.

  Rather perfectly, Ed turned to me and said, “So, Don, how are things at work?” Everyone laughed and the mood was completely reset. We were two men staring at our two women, now seated in their very sexy underwear, and we were all comfortable with the situation.

  “Work’s going fine, Ed,” I said. “You?”

  “Okay, cut it out, guys,” said Donna, chuckling. “Aren’t you going to tell us how pretty and sexy we look?”

  “You both look dangerous right now,” said Ed. “I’m not sure what else to say.”

  I looked at Kristen, who appeared completely comfortable sitting in front of me in only her bra and panties. Her elbows were on the table, which had the effect of framing her bosom. Donna seemed entirely comfortable too.

  “Hey,” Donna said. “Maybe we should take this party to the living room.” She stood and went to the kitchen, then returned with an empty wine bottle.

  “Spin the bottle, anyone?”

  Spin The Bottle

  We regrouped in the living room. On the way, Kristen and Ed paused to give each other a liberal embrace. They whispered and each nodded. I imagined they were giving themselves permission to behave according to their desires and wishes, or something along those lines. Donna and I exchanged similar permissions using just our eyes.

  Kristen and I sat on their sofa, while Ed and Donna took positions on the floor opposite. A low coffee table sat between us. Kristen cleared a space on which the bottle could be spun. The women debated the terms.

  Finally, Donna said, “We don’t kiss in this version of spin the bottle, of course. We strip.” Donna smiled at Kristen. “We get two passes, of course, since we’re already in our underwear. Birthday girl goes first.”

  Kristen spun the bottle. It pointed to herself when it came to rest.

  “Pass.”

  Clockwise, it was Ed’s turn. He spun and the bottle and it pointed to me at rest.

  “Strip!” said Kristen. I removed my shirt.

  “Oh, nice!” said Kristen. Donna took her turn. The bottle pointed to Ed. He took off his shirt. On my turn, the bottle pointed to Kristen.

  “Pass!”

  I spun the bottle and it landed on Donna. She too passed. Kristen spun the bottle and it landed on herself. She had used up her passes. She stood and first went for her bra, then her panties, then back to her bra, making it clear she was now just teasing. Donna told her to get on with it, and Kristen removed her bra. It was wondrous how thus freed, her breasts kept more or less their supported position. She looked like a teen with pert breasts. They were lovely. I, as I suspect was the case with Ed, was sporting a rigid erection. I was already feeling embarrassed, assuming I would soon not be able to hide the fact.

  The next two rounds landed Ed and me in our briefs, and the next two eliminated them.

  I removed my underwear and shorts without getting up. Ed, on the other hand, stood and, without fanfare, removed his briefs, exposing a firm cock perhaps an inch longer than my own. Donna nearly gasped. I hadn’t prepared myself for this eventuality. I decided it didn’t matter one way or the other. Neither of the women commented on our erections, though there was a bit of staring initially and a fair amount of giddiness between them. Kristen kept peering over and down at my cock and seemed to be growing more schoolgirlish with each passing moment.

  The next spin landed on Donna. She removed her bra, gave her breasts a reassuring squeeze, then wiggled them at Ed and me, laughing as she did. I noted Ed’s “vast” appreciation. Even sitting on the floor his cock still peaked above the table top.

  Next, the bottle pointed to Kristen. She stood, somewhat eagerly I thought, stuck her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly removed them. She had a lovely, almost natural bush. After she stepped out of her panties she fluffed her pubic hair and laughed, then sat down on the sofa. We were now sitting naked side-by-side with our thighs brushing occasionally. Her flesh felt warm and magnetic.

  There was no further point in spinning the bottle. All eyes were on Donna. She gave us smirk, stood and unceremoniously pulled her panties down, then flicked them away with her foot.

  We’d finished the bottle of wine brought from the dining table. Kristen went to get a fresh one and watching her walk away naked gave me the first view of her exquisite bottom. It was firm and pert and I could see in Ed’s eyes a glimmer of pride.

  Kristen returned and refreshed our glasses. Once that was done none of us was sure where we were headed. Or, maybe we knew where we were headed but didn’t know exactly how to get there. We needed a ringmaster.

  Donna broke the silence with a toast to the birthday girl. We toasted, and then Donna put her glass down and said, “Now what?”

  No one knew what to say. I was sitting there naked, dripping with precum, a fact I couldn’t hide from anyone, without a clue as what to do next. So far, no one had touched each other. Was that next? I was dying to fondle Kristen’s tits, and was even eager to see Ed fondling Donna’s. I could probably have just reached over and cupped Kristen boob, even kissed a nipple, but there was no way to know for sure. This was all new ground.

  “Truth or dare?” asked Kristen. “We could play some version of that. I don’t really remember how it works.”

  Ed refreshed her memory. “You ask someone an embarrassing question, which they have to answer, or dare them to do something.”

  “Okay, I like that idea,” said Kristen. “Can I go first? This is the best birthday ever!”

  “If everyone wants to play, sure,” said Donna. “Why not? It’s sort of like high school tonight, isn’t it? I mean, vibe-wise? Let’s say the night has already taken a mysterious turn.”

  Ed and I nodded. I was feeling extremely anxious but in a pleasant way. Maybe excited is the better word.

  “Okay, so I go first,” said Kristen. “Donna, I dare you to kiss my husband, and I mean really kiss him.” She laughed, and very much like a high schooler.

  Donna and Ed leaned over to each other and they kissed.

  “No!” said Kristen. “I mean a real kiss, you know, with your tongues.”

  Donna and Ed kisse
d each other again, this time deeply, almost lovingly. It seemed like they were both aching for much more than this form of foreplay. Ed’s erection nearly brushed Donna’s breasts.

  They came up for air and both laughed self-consciously. Donna said, “Oh, that was nice!” and smiled. Kristen seemed to lapse into a momentary paralysis but collected herself before it became strange.

  “Okay, your turn Don. You have to truth or dare Ed now,” she said.

  I thought for a moment. I could have just dared Ed to fuck my wife but knew it would spoil the anticipation if, in fact, that was on the table. Instead, I said, “Ed, I dare you to kiss my wife’s nipple.”

  Kristen and Donna both laughed, fortunately, meaning I was directing us in a safe direction, one they were both looking forward to. Donna arched her back. Her nipples were already taut buds. Ed leaned over and kissed her left nipple, the right one, then back to the left one, which he sucked rather hard. This startled Donna, but in a way she seemed to enjoy. When Ed finished, it was clear Donna was flushed. I imagined her toes might be curling. She smiled at me and nodded.

  It was Donna’s turn now. She got a menacing look on her face, which she turned to Kristen. “Kristen, I dare you to feel my husband’s balls.”

  Kristen giggled. She looked at me for some sign of approval. I just smiled and leaned back, moving my balls off the sofa so they would dangle. She reached between my legs and cupped my balls in her fingers, lifting them gently, like she was tumbling dice, and just stared at what she was doing. I was now aching for her to just grab my cock, of course.

  Kristen seemed to be lingering. She massaged me a little more, then withdrew her hand and smiled at Donna. She shook with a small spasm, maybe a cleansing tremor, her body catching up to the act she’d just performed — holding her neighbor’s balls.

  It was Ed turn to truth or dare me. “Don, I dare you to lick my wife’s pussy.”

  This was going pretty fast, I thought, and we were now clearly crossing a line, perhaps one of no return. I very much wanted to accept the dare but had no idea if Kristen was up for it or even wanted it. I must have looked uneasy, or afraid, or in some way signaling my apprehension. Donna caught on and said, “Oh, Don, you’re so good at that. Kristen will like it.” She laughed as a form of encouragement.

  I looked at Kristen. She was smiling broadly as her knees rocked back and forth, perhaps eager for me to lick her pussy. I looked back to Donna, who tilted her head while her eyes directed me toward Kristen, instructing me to get on with it.

  I looked back at Kristen.

  “Do you want me to lie down?” she asked. “Or do you want me to get on the floor?” It was clear she was absolutely on board with Ed’s dare to me. I’d only done this with two other women, including my wife.

  Instead of waiting for my reply she laid on the sofa and shifted a leg around me. I leaned down and gently ran my tongue up and down her slit a few times. I then penetrated a half inch or so and licked up and down. Her lips parted gracefully, entirely wet and swollen. I wasn’t sure if I’d completed the dare or not. The rules were not clear on this point. I was instructed to simply lick her pussy. I’d already gone overboard. Kristen had moaned audibly when my tongue made its first pass.

  Was I now having sex with Ed’s wife? I was very confused.

  I lifted off Kristen, she swung her leg back around, and we both sat as before.

  “Wow,” said Donna. “That was pretty intense.”

  “Yes, it was,” said Ed. “How did you like that, Kristen?”

  She was smiling ear to ear and seemed clearly elated at what had just transpired. There was another man in her life now who licked her pussy. I assumed this wasn’t an everyday occurrence. My tongue has just been inside her in a most familiar way. A minor shiver shook her shoulders, one indicating a pleasurable response was forthcoming. “I liked it!” She shook again. She put her hand on my thigh and rubbed it up and down. Without being instructed or dared to do it, she leaned over and gave me a deep kiss.

  “It’s your turn again, Kristen,” said Donna, encouragingly. Donna seemed eager to learn what was next.

  “Okay,” said Kristen. “But first…” She stood up and went over to Ed, bent down, kissed him, and whispered something in his ear. I thought I heard a “thank you” included in the brief dialogue. She sat back down and returned her hand to my thigh.

  “Donna,” she said. “I dare you to suck my husband’s cock.”

  Donna looked at me, saw me nod, then pushed Ed down to the floor. She got between his legs, bent down and took his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, then sucked it, then slowly lifted her head up and down over the shaft, holding it firmly in her mouth. Ed reflexively put a hand on her head to ride the motion.

  Kristen and I froze. We were now seeing what Ed and Donna saw when I went down on Kristen. It was such an intimate act, and there were our spouses doing it. Right in front of us! They were both naked, as were we. When you see another man’s cock in your wife’s mouth, you tend to notice.

  Donna seemed to be increasing, rather than decreasing, her pace. Ed was breathing heavier now. Donna was pumping his shaft and taking more and more of his cock into her mouth, nearly to the point of taking it all in, which was hard to imagine given Ed’s length. I could feel Kristen’s nails digging into my flesh as her breathing became shallow. For some reason, her toes were on point, and her knees were rocking back and forth again.

  Donna seemed to be going all the way with her dare. Ed’s knees had raised on either side of her and he was now pumping into her mouth. When he seemed near the brink, she lifted off, gave his cock a sweet kiss then sat up. Ed sat up too and they kissed, then both faced back to us. Kristen and I were transfixed.

  Donna took a long sip of wine and smiled at Kristen. “How was that?”

  “Oh, I can’t say. I mean, wow?” Kristen said. “I thought you were going all the way with that. I thought Ed was going to come in your mouth. I know the signs!”

  “Who’s turn is it?” I asked.

  “Ed’s,” said Donna. She patted his knee. “What’s on your mind, Ed?”

  Into The Night

  Ed meditated for a moment. As we waited for his reply I couldn’t help but notice, and in a very neutral way, the size of his cock. I wasn’t jealous but did wonder what was going through Donna’s mind when she looked at it. If I was a woman it might give me pause. The idea that Ed’s cock might excite her also excited me, but in a strange, disembodied way. This whole experience was top-shelf in terms of strangeness.

  Ed ceased his meditation and looked at each of us and smiled. There was really only one last possible dare left.

  “I just want to say I love you guys,” said Ed. “I don’t want to go anywhere this evening that might endanger our friendship. I mean, are we all on the same page here? Are we all happy with what’s happening?”

  We looked at each other.

  Kristen took the lead. “I love you all too. I don’t want to do anything that could piss you off Donna, but I want to sleep with your husband tonight.”

  Donna smiled. “I think we know that’s on the table, Kristen. I want you and Don to enjoy each other anyway you want to. I intend to do the same with Ed. You don’t mind, do you Don?”

  I was within a hair’s breadth from simply coming without any mechanical encouragement whatsoever. I was as desperate to feel my cock slip into Kristen and I was to watch Ed’s slip into Donna.

  “No, I don’t mind, Donna,” I said. “I want you to feel free to do whatever you want with Ed.” I thought I should introduce a bit of comedy to help everyone relax. I looked at Ed’s stallion cock and said, “Are you sure you can handle that?”

  Kristen laughed as Ed’s face reddened. Donna grabbed Ed’s cock and gave it a friendly pump. “I eager to find out,” she said, with a smile. “But I want to watch you and Kristen do it first. It’s her birthday after all. I think now is as good a time as any.”

  Kristen shivered again, which now see
med to be her thing. I assumed it related to her excitement at the idea of me fucking her. She leaned over and gave me a delicious kiss and my hand, without any deliberation, landed on her breast. It was like firing a starting pistol. The shock of feeling her boob in my hand was electrifying.

  Kristen stood, took my hand, and led me to the base of the stairs. She looked over to Ed and Donna. “Aren’t you coming?”

  Ed and Donna stood and followed us upstairs to the master bedroom. Kristen scooted to the center of the bed and, leaning back on her elbows, separated her legs and raised her knees.

  “Don,” she said. “I want you to eat me like you did before. That was heaven.”

  This instruction was exciting to me beyond belief. When a woman says “I want you to eat me” you get the impression she likes you. This was a very intimate act in my opinion.

  I got in between her legs and leaned over to take her pussy into my mouth. It was hot and wet and sweet on my tongue and her musky scent was intoxicating. I circled her slit with light teasing strokes down to her rectum and back. I slipped my tongue inside and penetrated as deep as I could, then focused on her clit. Within seconds Kristen was heaving and moaning, pushing my head into her pussy with her hands. Soon she was bucking, just as Donna would do when she was about to come.

  I lifted my head and Kristen pushed it back down. She was aggressively seeking orgasm and began vocalizing this intent.

  “OH FUCK, DON… YES YES YES… OH, MY GOD! YES! RIGHT THERE… THAT’S IT!!! She bucked like a bronco, coming in waves. I was barely able to breathe. She had become pure liquid and I was drowning. She succumbed to a final spasm and then went limp. When that was over she tapped my shoulder and pulled me up to lay on top of her. She rocked me back and forth making cooing sounds.

  After a few minutes, I lifted off Kristen in desperate need for a glass of water. Both of us were drenched with perspiration, and that seemed to telegraph the necessary information to Donna, who appeared with two glasses of water. Kristen sat up and leaned against the headboard. She patted the bed next to her indicating I should move there. I did. Donna sat next to me and we kissed, and Kristen and Ed did the same.