Mature Neighbours Ch. 01

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Neighbours swap wife's panties.
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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 01/12/2006
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My wife Helen and I moved to a beautiful new house last summer. It's one of three cottages, converted from a barn set around three sides of a courtyard. It wasn't cheap but we had a large family home to sell and ended up with a huge profit. I'm 52, retired last year from engineering work offshore and now work part time for a consultancy firm spending most nights in my own bed with my 52-year-old wife.

The development is about four years old. Opposite lives a couple in their thirties, he runs a plant hire business, she stays home with the children. Next door at ninety degrees to our house live Jim and Jill a couple whom are at the centre of this story. They are both retired, he from the civil service and she from a small a wedding dress business that she sold last year. They are both fit and active, cycling, gardening, going to the gym and taking holidays. He had his sixtieth birthday last year and she is looking forward (if that's the right expression) to hers' next year.

It was the gardening that brought us together. The gardens are large, theirs' was immaculate, ours' was tidy when we moved in but I was struggling to maintain the standard. I was cutting the grass one Saturday morning with my cheap wheeled rotary mower when Jim started talking over the fence, we had said hello but this was the first real conversation. The upshot was that Jim cut my grass with his beautiful Ransome lawnmower and we spent the day weeding, cutting back and running back and too to the tip with his trailer. Helen came home from shopping in mid afternoon and Jill joined us a little later. We had a bar-be-que and spent the evening together.

In the month that followed we had dinner at each other's house several times, went to the pub more than once, had been to a village do and had a day out at the races together. Saturday mornings had become a regular thing Jim and I gardening, Helen and Jill shopping and going to the gym together. Saturday afternoons and evenings were spent together in one or others' garden and house.

Although much older than us I started to appreciate some of Jill's finer features. I particularly liked the classy way she dressed and the fact that she was not careful about her modesty. In the garden tight shorts showed up a lovely bum and there was plenty to look at down loose fitting tops or partially buttoned shirts especially when she leaned forward. In the evenings especially at home and after drink, I had plenty of glimpses of stocking top, thigh and, once or twice, panties. I don't know much about perfumes but she smelled lovely and remembering holding her when dancing at the village social kept me awake that night. She was also good fun and they were both good company.

Helen was much more conservative in her dress but Jill had an influence on her. Jim was a member of a golf club and asked us to go with them to a dinner dance the next Friday. Jill Said that it was a good excuse for her and Helen to get new outfits which they did. Friday evening came and we got ourselves ready to go out. Helen was still in the bathroom when the doorbell rang, Jim and Jill came for a drink before the taxi came. Jill looked gorgeous in a simple little black dress, very short, black stockings and stilettos. Helen came down the stairs wearing the same in navy blue I couldn't believe it. She hadn't worn a mini for thirty years.

The evening was great I danced with Jill and Jim with Helen several times as well as with our own spouses and other people. Jim and Jill seemed to know everyone and introduced us around. We had plenty to drink and ended up back at their house pretty sloshed. We were still in the mood, danced around their lounge and had more drink. Helen was not used to short dresses and being drunk gave us a good show of her knickers albeit through her black tights. Jill's knickers were clearer, at one point she sat on the sofa opposite me with her head back over the back of the sofa her body half turned talking to Helen, who was in the kitchen. Her skirt was up and I stared at her gusset, I could make out her bush and the shape of her cunt, before she turned back around.

The next morning I got up late it was raining, the first time it had rained on a Saturday morning since Jim first cut my grass. Helen came into the bedroom and said. "Jill's downstairs, we're going to meet her sister for lunch then we're going shopping with her and won't be back till tea time"

She kissed me and was gone. It was getting towards lunch time I showered got dressed and knocked on Jim's door. He answered in his boxers with wet hair as he'd just got out of the shower. There would be no gardening today because of the rain we chatted about last night and what a good time we'd had, we had a fry up and decided to waste the day having a few beers (hair of the dog) and watching sport on the television.

We'd been there a couple of hours, Jim still in his boxers and both of us very relaxed, having drunk more than a few beers when he said. "The girls looked good last night didn't you think?"

"They did us proud Jim and looked good enough to eat." I was remembering looking up Jill's skirt and wondering what it would be like to eat what I'd seen.

"It was nice to see Helen wearing something sexy, she looked really hot." He said.

"So did Jill." I said.

"I'm glad you thought so. She always used to turn heads, I never used to like it but she's almost sixty, now you know, and it feels good to know men still find her sexy. Helen looked horny too, we are a couple of lucky guys, Rupert, with really fuckable wives." He said.

I nodded my agreement, a bit taken aback that he'd described my wife as horny and fuckable. I'd never talked to anyone like this about my wife but was enjoying the banter. I said. "I guess Helen's dress was Jill's influence, I don't think she would have bought a dress like that on her own."

"It probably was." He said. "It's a pity her influence didn't extend to Helen's undies, I like to see a bit of soft thigh, stockings would have been a lot better than those horrible tights she was wearing."

Now I was really shocked, but strangely not in an unpleasant way. I didn't have an answer to comments about what he had seen up my wife's skirt and how he would have liked more. I wanted to join in but couldn't think what to say. I smiled and nodded in what I hoped was an affirmative and encouraging way.

"Yes." He said. "It was nice to see Helen a more relaxed and showing a bit of leg. I got a few good flashes up her skirt but could hardly make out her knickers through those tights she was wearing, I saw you staring up Jill's skirt looking at her panties, getting a right eyeful. You must admit her stockings looked a lot better than Helen's tights?"

I didn't wriggle or deny that I had deliberately looked at his wife's charms or complain about him trying to see my wife's I just said. "Yes stockings are better."

"Yes we have really fuckable wives." He said wistfully then conspiratorially. "Would you have a word with Helen and ask her to wear stockings next time she wears a short skirt."

I answered. "Yes Ok Jim." Knowing that I wouldn't.

"Thanks Rupert, I'd like that."

We were quiet for a while, watching the television I let what we'd said sink in and mulled over what I'd agreed to. I reasoned that we were just talking like mates no harm had been done and I enjoyed it. I wanted the conversation to continue. I wanted talk about sex and our wives and I wanted to do it as unselfconsciously as Jim had done. I had another beer and sank into the warm glow of being slightly drunk, warm and very comfortable on Jim's sofa. My turn I thought.

"Helen only has functional underware, I'd like her to wear some sexy stuff with stockings."

"Jill has some very fancy stuff as well as ordinary undies." he said

We were quiet again for a few moments I was trying to form the words, should I say something about Jill, Helen or what. Jim broke into my thoughts. "Hey would you like to have a look in Jill's undies draw?"

"I er, well it's, I don't know if, eerm."

He stood up and said. "Come on you'll enjoy this."

We went to their bedroom and Jim opened a draw and started to take flimsy undies out passing them to me. I was hoping that Jim wouldn't notice my hard on when I noticed his in his boxers. He held pieces up for me to look at, rubbed some against his cheek to feel the softness and said for me to do the same. He talked about the ones he liked the best and suggested he ask Jill to help Helen shop for them.

"I've got something special for you." He said, went into the en-suite, opened the laundry basket and held up pair of black knickers. "These are the one's you were admiring so much last night." He held them to his face, sniffed, held them out to me and said. "There's a little odour to them but it's mostly perfume." I took them from him, he went back into the basket, took out another more ordinary robust pair opened them out, exposing the inside of the gusset smelled it licked it and said. "Have a sniff and lick of the gusset." He chuckled and continued. "It's the best bit."

I was a bit hesitant put my face into them but didn't lick the gusset, Jim was well into his pair and had a hand inside his jockey shorts rubbing his cock. I was at once aware that what we were doing was disgusting but my cock was harder that it had been for a long time and I was enjoying myself.

"I sometimes wank into Jill's panties." Then a few moments later. "Hey Rupert, go and get the knickers Helen was wearing last night and any other dirty ones you can find."

I could hardly say no standing there sniffing the gusset of the knickers that were covering his wife's cunt the night before. I came back with three pairs of my wife's very ordinary dirty pants, all I could find. Jim was still in the bedroom and was thrilled with Helen's pants which he took from me. He slipped his boxers off, pulled on one of her pairs of panties, put the others to his face and continued playing with his cock, which was bursting out of Helen's panties.

"Go on Rupert, don't be shy, put Jill's knickers on." He pointed to the bed where there were several pairs, which he had obviously retrieved from the laundry basket while I was out. Jim sat down on the edge of the bed his cock sticking out of a pair of Helen's knickers, wrapped in another pair, into which he was slowly wanking, while licking another pair. Within a few moments I was doing the same with Jill's pants.

Jim said. "Can I cum in them?"

"OK." I said. His pace quickened and he made his mess in my wife's knickers.

We were partners in a despicable crime my wife would be appalled if she knew what I was doing and had allowed to be done to her clothing. But I had a hard on that could feel no guilt. I was close to finishing into his wife's knickers, he started talking filth about Helen and Jill.

"I bet you wish this was Jill's cunt wrapped around your cock instead of her knickers. You had a good look at her cunt last night you dirty bastard. I've got the taste of Helen's cunt now and I'd love to give it a good licking.

"They are randy sluts aren't they Rupert."

"Yes." I was almost there.

"Could you see Jill's cunt through her panties last night Rupert?" He said.

"I think so."

"She's got a big, gaping, soppy cunt when she's aroused, Rupert. Did you like what you saw?"

"Yes."

"She'd draw your cock right in. I think you'd love to fuck her? Go on Rupert tell me who you'd like FFF."

"I'd like to fuck Jill."

"Good lad, now tell me you'd like me to fuck Helen?"

"I'd like you to fuck Helen." I replied with the sudden realisation that I really did. I then had the most incredible orgasms all over his wife's knickers.

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26thNC26thNCabout 5 years ago
Ruperts

You see Rupert's knickers, you just know whence this tripe is going whilst you read it.

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
love it

Just caught up with this story and throroughly loved it.I love the thought that anotehr man might see my wife in her bra or maybe up her skirt and see her panties.

If anyone would love to chat prop me a line

b.down@lycos.co.uk

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
Get a proof reader!

The most important thing you need to do is find a proof reader. Especially one who understands how to use the apostrophe.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
Love it!

I love this one - very erotic. Love the idea of an older guy sniffing the younger wife's panties. Looking forward to the next chapter to see what develops....maybe some stocking & tights sniffing/wearing???

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
good real writing!!

very real! i have exchanged my wifes panties and wanked off other men while they sniff them! whats wrong with that??

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