Neighbourly Differences

Tom and Emily spent the weekend catching up on uni work that they'd been too distracted to complete during the week. Luckily Tom managed to keep his mind mostly on task, and off of thinking dirty thoughts about Emily and Bill. On Sunday afternoon he found his arousal rapidly rising as he couldn't help but think about what was coming up tomorrow. He went to where Emily was working away at the table and sat down next to her.

"So, you looking forward to tomorrow?" he asked suggestively.

"Mhm," Emily responded, not paying him much attention.

"You excited to wear that little outfit for your boyfriend?"

"You mean for Bill, right?" she said, giving him a knowing smile.

Tom paused for a second. He hadn't been ready for that. It only added fuel to the fire, and he felt his dick throbbing now. "Oh, is that how it is?" he said, rubbing his hand on her thigh. "Are you excited to show off your perfect teen body to our gross old creep of a neighbour?"

He heard Emily moan softly, before she grabbed his hand off her leg and placed it in his lap. "You know I am. But none of that now, you need to save yourself for tomorrow." Tom groaned, but reluctantly got up and began looking through the fridge for ingredients for dinner to get his mind off tomorrow.

That night in bed, Tom began rubbing his hand up and down Emily's thigh, desperate for her to give him some release. He had been tempted to masturbate earlier when he'd seen the outfit sitting on the bathroom counter, ready for tomorrow, but was too ashamed that Emily would think he was weak willed after she had told him to save himself for tomorrow. Emily quickly turned down his advance, slapping his hand away.

"Bad boy Tom," she said playfully. "You have to wait until tomorrow."

Tom tossed and turned for two more hours before finally managing to fall into a fitful sleep. He was brought out of his light slumber by the sound of Emily's alarm. He watched her get up and walk into the bathroom. She came back out soon after, and Tom's heart leapt into his throat as he saw her standing there in an outfit he never would have imagined her wearing, let alone wearing so their gross old neighbour could check her out. His stomach decided to go the opposite way to his heart, sinking into his stomach as she walked past him and out of the room. He was reminded just how much skin was on display back there, the bottoms already riding up into her crack. He was breathing heavily, his cock almost painfully erect. He lay on the bed as he heard Emily moving around the apartment and then closing the door behind her on the way out. He then got up and paced the length of the apartment several times, before suddenly getting an idea. He put on some clean clothes, grabbed some shopping bags and jumped in the car. He set off for the grocery store.

He could not remember what he ended up buying on his shop, and he was sure he'd only gotten half the stuff they needed. He left the shop with about twenty minutes left before Emily would normally be due back. He drove most the way home, and then pulled over just around the corner from their apartment. He sat there impatiently, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, for ten minutes before he finally saw Emily walking back from the gym. He watched the way her tits and ass moved as she walked, and almost forgot his plan for a second before his mind kicked back into gear. He started the car back up and finished the drive home, pulling in just as Emily rounded the corner. He jumped out of the car and busied himself with the groceries in the back, keeping most of his attention on Emily as she made her way towards him. He saw her give him a subtle grin, just before Bill spotted her.

"Ah, there's the slut! Back from letting all the guys at the gym stare at you? I'm tellin' ya, I've got a way bigger cock than any of those pussies. And, like I said earlier, I like your new outfit, but I don't think you're quite wearing it right!"

Tom saw Emily's eyes spark, and she stopped right in front of Bill's property and turned to face him. "And I suppose that the right way to wear it would be to take it all off?" she said testily.

"Well if I had to choose, yes," Bill said, not missing a beat, "but I just meant some slight adjustments to how you have it on you. You can come up here and I can show you if you want." He sat there with a smug grin on his flabby face.

Tom's heart almost skipped a beat as he watched Emily slowly reach out and grab Bill's gate. She pushed it open and timidly walked through. She closed the gate behind her, and with a little more confidence she walked up to stand before Bill's chair. She didn't look back at Tom once.

Bill sat there with a slightly stunned look on his face, greedily looking up and down Emily's body. She felt her heart beating rapidly, and her nipples hardening and pushing against the fabric as he ran his eyes over them.

"So, what 'slight adjustments' did you have in mind?" she said, surprised by how steady her voice was.

"Well, first of all, turn around," Bill said, instantly back to his overbearing self. Emily found herself quickly following his order. "While I like how much of the outer side of your butt these show off, the last ones fit in your crack way nicer. So I thought I'd try pulling them up a bit, if that's ok?" Emily gulped and then nodded her head. She felt his hand brush her lower back before he grabbed the top of the pants, his fingers brushing the top of her butt crack. She felt an electric tingle travel up her spine. He then began to pull the pants up, wedging them deep in between her butt cheeks, and applying a delicious pressure to her pussy. She only just managed to hold back a moan. She couldn't believe how aroused she was, she just hoped Tom liked it even more.

Bill sat back to admire his work. "Damn, yeah, that looks way better!"

Emily caught her breath and then turned back around so she was facing Bill, her back to Tom. "So, was that it?"

"Oh no, I think these need more of a camel toe as well."

"Oh, I'm not sure that's a good idea," she said, glancing down. As she did she saw a bulge in Bill's pants, more than halfway down his thigh. She couldn't believe her eyes, and reasoned that it must just be a lump in his pants.

"Sure it is! I just need to do the same thing I did but for the front."

"Mmm, fine then, but then that's it," she said demurely, still somewhat distracted by the bulge.

Emily watched Bill reach forward and grab the top of her pants. He looked up at her face and gave her a lecherous grin. "But first I just need to have a quick look at what I'm working with." Emily knew she should stop him, but instead she just stared intently as he slowly pulled her waistband down and away from her body. Her heart hammered in her chest. She couldn't believe she was about to let this old, fat perv be the first man to see her pussy, even before her wonderful boyfriend. He took his sweet time pulling the waistband further and further down, Emily holding her breath the whole time, her heart hammering in her ears, before he stopped. The waistband was now pulled far enough away to give Bill an unobstructed view of her virgin cunt, and he let out an appreciative grunt. Emily found herself thinking that she was glad that she'd shaved last night in preparation for wearing these pants.

Bill sat there for some time, taking in all the details of Emily's glistening pussy. She was just coming to her senses and was about to ask him to stop when he began pulling her pants up. She let out a squeal as the fabric was forced up between her lips. Bill let the waistband go and it snapped back into place. Emily looked down and saw the pants had remained wedged between her lips, creating a clear camel toe.

"Uh, thanks for showing me those!" she said hastily, starting to back away as she realised that she'd let this go much too far.

"No worries bitch, you're welcome back anytime you want more help with your outfit!"

Emily couldn't believe that he'd still call her names when she'd just let him look at probably the best pussy he'd ever seen! She quickly hurried back down his path and into the apartment.

Meanwhile Tom was still at the car. He hadn't really been able to see what was going on, with Emily standing between him and Bill. He'd been flabbergasted when Emily had taken up Bill's offer, and his brain only finally managed to catch up as he saw her close the door as she entered the apartment. He hurriedly gathered up the groceries and followed her in. He opened the door to find her standing there, fidgeting nervously.

"Oh Tom, I'm so sorry! I went too far, didn't I?"

Tom swooped in to hug her, covering her face in kisses. "No! That was incredible!" He pulled her down onto the couch and sat down next to her. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his bulge in his pants, too horny to even think straight any more. She began to automatically stroke him and he groaned in pleasure.

"Please baby, just listen for a second, I need to tell you something. When I was facing away from you I let him look at my pussy!"

Tom's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't stop Emily from stroking him. "But I haven't even seen your pussy," he said with equal parts jealousy and lust. "What do you mean 'let him look'? Did you show him?"

"No, he said he was going to have a look, and then he grabbed my waistband and pulled it down. But he did it so slowly that I could have easily stopped it. I don't know what came over me!"

"Fuck!" Tom shouted, suddenly convulsing. His eyes rolled back in his head as he experienced the biggest orgasm he'd ever had.

"Oh shit Tom! Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Tom said woozily, relaxing back into the couch.

"I really am sorry honey," Emily said, but Tom was already snoring, exhausted from a very intense 12 hours.

Emily didn't want to wake him up, so she got up and first had a shower to wash off the gross feeling she still had from where Bill had touched her, then she ate a bowl of cereal and set an alarm on Tom's phone in time for his first class before heading off to her own class.

Tom awoke bleary eyed and looked at his phone that was blaring an alarm. He looked at the time and quickly jumped up, realising he only had fifteen minutes to get to class. He quickly had a shower, grabbed an apple and a protein bar, and headed out the door. It was only once he was striding towards the uni that he thought back to what had happened earlier that morning. He remembered that Emily had said that Bill had got to see her pussy, which meant Bill got to see it before Tom did! He realised that things were getting out of hand now, he'd have to put an end to it before it went any further. At the same time the memory was already getting him hard again.

When he got home late in the afternoon he found Emily sitting on the couch watching a show. She paused it when she saw him. "Heya, how you doing? You're not... upset about this morning are you?" she asked timidly.

Tom's heart melted a little seeing her worried. "No, of course, that was amazing, you were amazing!"

Relief washed across her face. "So you liked seeing Bill get a personal show of your girlfriend in that crazy outfit? Like him looking at where my nipples pushed the fabric of that flimsy top?"

Tom let out a groan of wonder as he let Emily pull him into the bedroom, struggling to believe the sexy creature he had released. "You have to tell me everything that happened when you were on his verandah, I couldn't see very well."

"Oh don't worry baby, I will," she said with a grin, pulling his pants down and pushing him onto the bed. "So, when I saw you there pretending to unload the groceries, I knew I wanted to put on a show for you. But then Bill told me to go up to him, and the idea just seemed so naughty that I had to do it. I was so excited that my nipples were rock hard, he could probably see them before I even climbed the steps!" By now she'd begun to slowly stroke his cock with one hand. "First of all he told me to turn around so he could pull the material up into my butt crack. Then when I turned around and I swear I saw his cock, but the end was way too far down the leg of his pants! Then he-"

"Wait, how long would it have been?" Tom asked quickly.

"Umm, about this big?" she said uncertainly, holding her hands almost a foot apart.

Tom's eyes widened. "You're right, that mustn't have been his dick, that would be impossible!"

"Yeah, mustn't have been, but at least you know now why I was a bit distracted for the next part."

"What happened next?" Tom asked worriedly.

"Well, he said he wanted to give me a camel toe as well, but first he wanted to look at my pussy to 'know what he was working with', so he grabbed the top of my pants and really slowly pulled them down. I could have easily stopped him, but I didn't, I just let him pull them down until he could see my whole pussy!" She looked up at Tom and heard him groan. "And after looking for ages, he pulled them up pretty hard, he kind of gave me a wedgie from the front! And baby," she said sultrily, pausing for effect, "it felt kind of good!"

Tom threw his head back and arched his back as he came for the second time that day.

The next morning Tom awoke to see Emily leaving for her run in one of her old outfits. He was relieved, worried at how things had been escalating. He got up and got himself a bowl of cereal, setting everything out ready for Emily on her return. When she got back he was working on uni work on his laptop. He looked up and asked how her run went.

"Not too bad, though I definitely feel slower in these ones now. Tom seemed a little bit disappointed as well," she laughed.

"Oh yeah, what did he say?"

"Oh, just called me a teasing slut." With that she sat down and poured herself a bowl of cereal.

After Emily left for class Tom sat there and couldn't help but think back over the past week, and feel a little disappointed in the slow down. He looked at his watch and realised he still had an hour before class. He quickly grabbed his keys and wallet and rushed out the door. Forty minutes later he was walking back in the door, holding four new sets of the skimpiest outfit. Not long after he was rushing back out the door for class.

Tom found his arousal slowly rising throughout the day as he thought about how he'd bought even more expensive outfits, just for his girlfriend to wear in front of their creepy old neighbour, as well as the crazy events of yesterday morning. However, at the same time his worry was rising, and by the time class was over, he'd decided he would take the new clothes back.

However, when he got home he found that Emily had already put the new outfits in the wash, alongside all the dirty clothes from the past week. "Hey, thanks for the new outfits baby! Do you want me to wear them over to Bill's house so he can look at my pussy?" she asked with a cheeky smile.

"Actually, I meant to say, but I don't think you should show Bill any more skin than he can normally see" Tom said nervously.

"Ooh, worried that Bill might steal your cute little girlfriend? Just kidding honey, that's ok, I was thinking the same thing. I've been enjoying being able to do this for you, but things did go a little too far yesterday."

"Thanks babe, I love you so much, and I trust you, which is why I'm enjoying this at all I think."

"Aw, thanks babe, I love you too!" She leant in and gave him a kiss.

"So, I was thinking today, and Bill did specifically say his dick was eleven inches, and you said the bulge was about that far down his leg, so maybe that was really his dick."

Emily burst into laughter. "Is that really what you've been thinking about all day? Is that why you bought all the new outfits? So I could go seduce our old neighbour into showing me his big fat cock? And here I thought you bought them because you like me," she said with a giggle.

"Holy fuck babe that'd be so... No! You shouldn't, that would definitely give him the wrong idea! We don't know what he might try, and I don't want you getting in any trouble. And of course I like you babe." Emily gave him a grateful smile, before steering the conversation onto other topics.

In bed that night Tom hopefully rubbed his hand up and down Emily thigh, hoping for a bit of action. She ignored him though, and he soon rolled onto his back, frustrated. He'd gotten used to the more frequent handjobs already. He eventually fell into a stressful sleep, his dreams filled with more images of Emily getting groped and mauled by Bill. He eventually woke up to find Emily shaking him awake. She was dressed in one of the skimpiest outfits.

"Mornin' honey, thought I should wake you up before I head off for my run." Tom grunted his acknowledgement, and she turned around and strutted towards the door. Tom's couldn't believe how horny he had woken up, his cock already throbbing, his mind still filled with vile yet arousing images of Emily and Tom joined together in a vast array of sexual practices.

"Wait!" he called out before Emily managed to get out the front door. "I dare you."

"What? Dare me?" she said, reappearing in the bedroom door.

"I dare you to ask Bill to see his cock."

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Emily was surprised to find that she didn't instantly want to turn down the dare. In fact, she got a little bit turned on just thinking about seeing another man's penis. Plus the fact she was in on it with her husband made the whole thing more appealing. And on top of that she couldn't say she had spent at least some of the last 48 hours wondering if that really had been his dick she'd seen, even though she seriously doubted it. She bit her lip. "I don't know baby, wouldn't that be taking it a little bit too far?"

"Well, he already got to see you, so it's basically the same really."

"Hmm, ok fine, I'll do it! But no standing around on the street like a weirdo this time, just put one of the security cameras in the car and you can stream it from in here."

"Wow, good thinking!" Tom was a little surprised at the suggestion. It sounded like she'd put some thought into it.

Five minutes after Emily left, he ducked out and quickly set the camera up discreetly in his car, pointing towards Bill's house. He went back inside and was happy to see it appeared to still be able to connect to the wifi. He was a little disappointed when two women walked in front of the camera, apparently having quite an animated discussion, yet Tom only heard a slight murmur from the laptop speakers, even on max volume. It looked like the cheap camera's microphone wouldn't work through the glass of the car window.

He sat watching for the next twenty minutes, watching as people jogged or walked briskly past the camera every couple of minutes. Tom saw Bill catcall a couple of the more attractive morning joggers, but could not hear what he said. Finally Emily came into view and Tom's heart rate instantly spiked. She was close enough to the camera that Tom could see that she had pulled her pants up tight into her ass and pussy.

He saw Bill begin yelling something at her, and Emily seemed to ignore him as she started stretching herself in front his house. She once again seemed to be trying to give him the best possible view of her tits and ass. Once she was finished stretching she stood in front of his fence for a minute or so talking with him. She started off combative, but her body language gradually calmed down. She then promptly walked through the gate and made her way up onto the verandah. She walked over to stand in front of his chair and talked for a while longer. Bill suddenly stood up, surprising Tom by how fast he moved for a man of his size and age. He put his hand on Emily's lower back and guided her through his front door.

Tom watched the stream feverishly, his anxiety only outweighed by his arousal. What the hell could be happening in there? It had already been half an hour! How long could it take to see someone's dick?