There Goes The Neighborhood

"Ooooohh," she moaned. He pulled it most of the way out and then pushed it in three quarters of the way. "OOOhhhh Tony," she moaned again. He began pumping, slowly sliding in farther and farther with each thrust until his groin made a slapping noise against her butt cheeks. He pulled back out. He plunged back in, she moaned and I wondered how it felt to her to have such a big cock in her pussy. "OH GOD!" she moaned loudly.

Just then Toni stood up and blocked my view. Her beautiful melons brushed against my face as she knelt on the couch and straddled my legs. I looked down and watched as my cock slid between her pussy lips. "Oh yes," I heard myself groan, far away.

"Oh yes Bradley, oh fill me up," Toni breathed huskily as she slid down my pole.

I buried my face between her soft breasts as she began riding my cock. I could hear Marissa in the background, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh, oh Fuck!" "Oh Tony, oh God YES, OH GOD TONY OOOHHH!" She screamed. It sounded like Tony's cock was filling her up nicely.

I'm not complaining, mind you; my Toni was making my pole sing like a violin as she bounced up and down on it. Her soft breasts enveloped my face and it felt almost as good as my cock inside her pussy. She began moaning, no it was more like purring. The sound emitted from deep in her throat. My cock felt as big as a telephone pole and I felt like I could go on forever, even though the sensations were electric.

I realized that Toni was climaxing. Her eyes were screwed tight and her breath was coming in labored gasps. I became aware of sweat from her breasts on my face and then felt the coolness of my body sweat as it evaporated on me.

"OH BRADLEY," she groaned and her cadence became jerky as she orgasmed on my rod.

She then lifted herself off of me and I almost cried out in frustration. My cock was as hard as a rock and coated with her juices, but unsatisfied. But then she crawled over to the arm of our couch, and mimicking Marissa's posture, leaned over, presenting her backside to me.

I looked over at Tony and Marissa. They had changed positions and she was now lying on her back on the couch with her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. Again I became aware of her moans as his ass rose and fell over her. "Ahhh, ooohhh, yeah," purred my wife. "Oh God that feels good, oh, ah, OOOOhhhhhh!" Tony was breathing so hard I could hear him in between my wife's vocalizations.

I got on my hands and knees and kissed Toni's ass cheek. It was slippery with sweat so I ran my tongue up her crack, tasting her salt. My tongue advanced up her spine until I felt my cock come in contact with her vulva. We joined again and I felt like I could go on forever as I sank my pole into her pussy.

Chapter 5 -- Sunday Mass

I awoke. Amazingly Marissa was lying in my arms. We were on my couch still naked and there was no sign of Tony and Toni. Marissa snuggled her cheek against my neck and sighed. The smell of bacon frying in the kitchen filled my nostrils as she turned in my arms and pressed her buttocks against my groin. The smell of her hair mingled with the bacon and I felt myself getting hard. She pressed her soft cheeks against me and I moved my hips back enough to allow me to slide my cock into her. We made slow, delicious love to the sound of plates clanking in the kitchen.

I felt a presence in the hallway, but whoever it was receded out of respect for our privacy. I kept on slowly fucking my wife until she orgasmed twice before I let myself cum. Despite the drug induced pleasures of the night before, I had a very intense orgasm as my cum kept spurting into her womb until I was panting.

I think that we fell asleep because the next thing I became aware of was Toni softly saying, "Breakfast is ready." Marissa was still cuddled with her back against me and I could feel the sticky wetness of her backside against my groin.

I opened my eyes and looked at Toni. She was dressed in the same short skirt and blouse from the night before. I glanced at her legs and wondered if she had any underwear on. "How do you like your sausage?" she asked.

"I don't know. Marissa how do you like my sausage?"

"Hmm, I think that your sausage was fine. You dope."

Tony walked in wearing a suit and tie. "Ok you two, time to get up for breakfast."

Marissa got up and began gathering her clothes. I was amazed at how casual my wife and I were about our nudity. And then, for no apparent reason, I was tempted to ask my wife how she liked Tony's sausage.

I almost asked her when Tony continued, "I have to get to mass."

"Mass?" I said ignorantly.

"It's Sunday Brad," said Marissa. "Tony's going to church."

I made an "Oh" sound.

"It's an Italian thing Brad. Say, would you two like to join me? My mother would be thrilled to meet you and you'd make my uncle's day to see you again." I knew that it would make his uncle's day to see Marissa; his uncle didn't even know that I existed.

"Isn't Toni going?" I asked innocently.

"Uh no. Anyway, she's not Catholic." Tony gave me a 'get real' look. I suspected that his mother might not approve.

"Well, we'd better take a rain check... Besides, it would take Marissa two hours to get ready." I smiled at my wife who was getting dressed and got a 'you jerk' look back. "But thanks for asking."

"Well your breakfast is on the table, getting cold," said Toni.

"I have to drop her off and then get to church," said our host. "Here's a spare key. If you'd just lock up the house when you leave?" He handed the key to Marissa since I was busy pulling up my pants.

We ate rather quickly because I realized that I had to get home to walk Ginger before she peed on the carpet. Marissa stayed behind and cleaned up while I ran to our house and took the dog for a walk. She was still next door when Ginger and I got back from our walk. I hope that she wasn't over there vacuuming and doing general housekeeping.

Chapter 6 -- Party On?

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday went normally, but on Thursday several boxes arrived at my office by courier. After opening a couple I asked one of my junior accountants to begin going through and organizing them for me. Looking at the boxes, I wondered if I was going to have to hire more staff. Fortunately, Tony's previous firm had just done his quarterlies for him.

When I got home that evening, Marissa announced, "Tony's invited us over to his place Saturday afternoon for a pool party and barbeque."

"And you said?"

"Yes, of course. It sounds like fun."

"What if it's like his house warming party. That was a big frat party for all his male friends and acquaintances."

"It won't be. It will just be the four of us." She moved up and put her arms around my waist and looked up at me.

"Uh oh, that sounds like a repeat of our dinner out last weekend." I wasn't sure how I felt. On one hand the sex had been mind blowing. On the other, I wasn't so hot on the idea of Tony's big cock in Marissa again. I wondered if she was aware of his attitude about women and decided to bring it up. "You know Tony doesn't hold women to a very high regard."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean he thinks that women are only good for screwing."

"Don't you?" she asked, playfully running her fingers across my lips.

I smiled and shook my head. "You know what I mean." She didn't answer. "Are you planning on having sex with him again?"

She looked at me, clearly annoyed. "Are you going to have sex with his girl friend again?" she asked frostily. "I seem to remember you enjoying yourself the other night."

She had me there. "Besides," she continued, "Tony told me that you were the one that suggested swapping."

"I did not," I said indignantly. "That was his idea."

"Sure, sure. I saw you grinding up to his date while you two danced. You think I didn't notice your erection, or that you two were kissing."

Damn, women don't miss a thing. "I'll tell you what; I'll stay away from his girlfriend if you stay away from Tony."

She looked at me, frostily. "Fine."

"Are you going to take drugs again if he offers them?"

"Well, I hadn't thought too much about that," she said a little too flippantly. "It was fun though wasn't it?" When I didn't respond she shook me. "Well wasn't it?"

"Yes, I'm just not so sure how smart it is."

"Well I looked up cocaine on the internet and as long as a person only uses it occasionally it's completely harmless."

Friday I was just about worthless at work. All that I could think about was whether I'd be able to turn down the chance to fuck Toni again. It had certainly been fun the other night, but now as I replayed in my mind the image of Tony fucking my wife, I was feeling insecure. I was dying to ask Marissa how Tony's big cock felt inside of her, but I was too afraid of the answer. All of the classic male questions were running through my head. What if she preferred his big cock to mine? Even so, I hid behind my desk most of the day with a hard-on.

I got a call from home in the afternoon from Marissa. She had just gotten back from the store and was anxious to model the new bathing suit that she bought. "You know it's amazing, but the more that you pay the smaller they are," she said. It certainly got my imagination going. Without telling her I decided to leave work early.

When I got home Marissa was dismayed to see me get home. "I'm not ready," she pouted. "You go change into something comfortable. Then get a beer and go out by the pool and I'll join you when dinner's ready."

Thirty minutes later I sat out by the pool with a swim suit on and an almost empty bottle of beer. Marissa came out, almost on queue with a bucket of beer and hors d'oeuvres wearing a white crochet cover up. I couldn't see the suit underneath because the mesh was too tight.

She handed me a cold beer and dipped a baby shrimp in sauce and stuck it in my mouth. I reached up and untied the top string on her wrap. She backed away. "Ready to see my new suit?" she asked. I nodded yes, grinning. She untied two more strings, holding the wrap in place. Slowly she let it slide off of her shoulders while holding the sides closed with her hands. The top of her new bikini was crocheted too. It was amazingly tiny and did little more than form a white triangle over her nipples displaying the swell of her small breasts. She opened it up further until I could see her belly button. It then fell to the pool deck. The bikini bottoms were twice as large as the cups of the top. In other words, it barely covered her pubic hair of which a few strands poked out tantalizingly around the sides.

"Well what do you think?" she asked striking a pose.

"I'm speechless."

"Do you think I should shave my pubic hair?"

I thought about how much I enjoyed burying my face in her soft down. "No, definitely not."

She slowly turned around showing her bare buttocks. A tiny string went around her hips and down the crack of her ass. The little butterfly tattoo on her butt was completely visible. Marissa's butt wasn't perfect in my opinion; it was a little too square. But, big fuckin deal. "Are you going to go swimming in that?"

"No silly. This isn't for swimming." She turned back around and sat next to me.

"I'll say," I said, feeling like my eyeballs were getting sunburned.

We finished off the beer and shrimp and I asked, "What's the main course?"

"You're looking at it."

"Outstanding, but some of its still covered."

"You can take care of that can't you?"

I stood up and pulled my trunks off. My cock wasn't hard yet and kind of arched out. I walked around to the side of Marissa's chair and she obligingly took it in her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth felt wonderful and my cock quickly got hard. She sucked me for about five minutes until my knees got weak. Then I moved away and lowered the back of Marissa's lawn chair down flat. She lay down and spread her legs.

I knelt on the foot of the lounger, moved the tiny suit out of the way and lowered my head until I was able to kiss her smooth pussy lips. You know how some women's pussy lips stick out? Not Marissa; she was as flat as a little girl.

Chapter 7 -- Pool Party

Again we drove over to Tony's place. Marissa was only wearing her almost nothing bathing suit, the crochet cover and white sandals. I looked down at her cute feet and saw that she'd had little flowers painted on her red toenails. "I like your toenails."

"Thanks. They're cute aren't they?"

We drove into Tony's circular driveway, got out and rang the doorbell. Tony opened the door within a couple of minutes. He was only wearing a pair of boxer style bathing trunks. A gold chain hung down his hairy chest. "Come on in," he said. "You look fetching as always Marissa."

"Thank you Tony," she answered, flashing a flirty smile.

"Head right out to the back by the pool," he directed. I noticed that his house still had the rental furniture in it. As if reading my mind he said, "When are you going to take me shopping for furniture Marissa? I need to get rid of this junk."

"Anytime Tony, just give me a call."

"You know, I don't think that I have your number."

We were passing through the kitchen and my wife picked up a pen and notepad laying next to the phone. "Here's my cell." She wrote her number on the pad. "Call me anytime."

I looked out the French doors to the patio, hoping to see Toni, but instead all I could see was a dark haired women lying out on a lounger in the sun.

"Come on out. There's cold beer waiting."

We walked out and I was disappointed to see that it was Heather lying on the lounger, not Toni; although she was completely naked.

"I didn't know that bathing suites were optional," said Marissa as she took off her cover.

Tonys eyes openly looked her up and down, his mouth almost salivating. "Well beautiful, you're my guest. Whatever makes you feel comfortable." Marissa walked by him and Tony's eyes followed her naked ass. He turned to me and winked, then followed her out to the poolside.

Heather stood up and my eyes went involuntarily to her breasts. "Heather you remember Brad? And this is his lovely wife, Marissa"

Heather stepped forward and offered her hand to my wife, completely comfortable with her nudity. "Pleased to meet you." I don't think that my eyes had left her breast, but I pulled them up as she turned to me and held out her hand. "It's good to see you again Brad," in her cute little voice.

"It's good to see you too." I saw my wife stiffen and I wished that I had chosen my words more carefully. I forced myself to keep looking at her smiling eyes.

"Let me get you guys something to drink. Is beer ok?" asked Tony

"Sounds great," said Marissa.

He looked at me and I shook my head affirmatively. Tony walked over to the barbeque and opened a door to a small refrigerator underneath. He returned with four cold beers. Handing us one each, he pointed the neck of his to us and said, "Here's to new friends." We clinked bottles and drank.

We stood and chatted for a couple of minutes and I couldn't help but compare the two women. Marissa's bikini didn't hide anything and I thought that she looked like a Greek goddess next to the tanned, bustier and slightly taller Heather.

"Well have a seat," said Tony. He pointed to the four lounge chairs nearby. They were arranged in a row, facing the pool, with a small table between the two center chairs. Heather had been on a middle chair and a crumpled towel was on it as well as the other middle chair. Two towels, neatly folded, were on the two end chairs. It all seemed a little too planned to me and I was right when Tony directed my wife to the chair next to him.

We all drank a beer and chatted. I was having trouble looking across Heather's naked body to the other two, but what's a guy to do. I stripped down to my bathing suit and sighed. It was very comfortable out by the pool. There was a slight breeze keeping me cool, but little Bradley wasn't and was semi-erect. There must have been something about lying next to a naked woman. Go figure?

Heather turned over on her stomach and asked, "Would you put some lotion on my back Brad?" Oh fuck! I knew I was screwed. She handed me a bottle of lotion and I looked over at my wife. She didn't look amused. Tony, on the other hand, had a big grin on his face. I squeezed lotion onto my palm and rubbed my hands together to get it warm before I applied it to her shoulders. Self consciously I worked my way down her back. When I got to her buttocks I knew that I couldn't stop, so I squirted more lotion onto my palm and rubbed it into her ass cheeks. Trying to act natural, I continued down her legs. Little Bradley was at full attention by now.

Then Heather turned over. She had her eyes closed, fully expecting me to continue. "Fuck, fuck," I thought. I was totally screwed. I squeezed lotion onto my hands and rubbed it onto her chest.

Marissa turned to Tony and said,"Would you do me Tony?" She looked at me with a superior look on her face before turning over onto her back. I think that she purposely chose her words.

"Sure beautiful," he replied.

I squirted more lotion on my hand and handed the bottle to Tony. I finished Heather's breasts, God help me, and moved my hands to her stomach. I watched Marissa reach around her back and untie the top of her suit before Tony began massaging lotion onto her back.

I skipped Heather's groin and moved to her legs, but could help but stare at her extended pubis. I mean, are you supposed to put lotion there? We passed the lotion back and forth. I finished her feet and couldn't help but notice Tony spending a long time rubbing lotion onto my wife's ass. "I like your butterfly," he said, referring to the tattoo on her ass cheek.

"What the fuck," I thought and applied fresh lotion to Heather's shaved pubic area. She pushed up against my hand then reached down and held my hand against her mound. She looked at me sexily.

Tony finished with Marissa's feet and suddenly he got up. "Be right back," he said, disappearing into the house.

I looked over at my wife. She turned her face toward me and immediately saw where my hand was. When Tony returned, she rolled over onto her back, leaving the top of her suit on the lounger underneath her. He returned with a small leather case; and as the time before built four lines of white powder on the case. He offered it to Marissa with a short straw. Without hesitation she snorted a line. He followed suit and handed the case and straw to Heather. She sat up and snorted a line, then handed it over to me. With misgivings, I snorted the last line. It did allow me to move my hand off of Heather's pussy.

Meanwhile, Marissa laid back and Tony resumed applying lotion to her chest. I closed my eyes until I began feeling the euphoria as the drug took hold. I looked over at Heather. Her eyes were closed. Tony was massaging oil into my wife's feet and I wondered if he'd skipped her pubics. He stood up and said, "Come on; let's go for a swim." I could see that his swimsuit had a nice tent as he took her hand and pulled her up.

"I don't think that I'm supposed to get my suit wet," said my wife.

He shrugged, reached down and slid the tiny bikini bottom down her legs. "What suit?" he asked.

She laughed, kicked it off then ran and made a perfect dive into the middle of the pool. He quickly followed.

Heather turned onto her side and placed her hand onto the bulge in my suit. As I heard my wife squeal when Tony caught up with her in the water, Heather slid her hand under my suit and stroked my cock. "Do you like that?" she asked. I smiled and she began working my suit down my hips. I lifted up off of the lounger so she could slide them down. Then she leaned over and took me into her mouth.

While Heather's head bobbed up and down over my pole, I watched Tony and Marissa cavorting in the pool. At one time Tony was standing chest deep in the middle of the pool, looking around trying to find my wife who was swimming somewhere under water. Suddenly he yelped and went under water. Moments later both jumped up above the water and Tony's bathing suit went flying toward us. They were both laughing, facing each other. Marissa put her hands on his chest and submerged. He looked down and watched her for quite a long time. And then her head popped up and she took a deep breath before submerging again. It was then that it dawned on me that she was sucking his cock when she was under water.