Penny Meets the Neighbors Pt. 03

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Mark could sense something was wrong when Penny returned from Alyssa's, but she wouldn't answer his questions and sat silently through dinner. Afterwards, on the couch watching TV, she snuggled close against Mark, feeling the warmth of his body. With her head on his chest she listened to his heartbeat. Finally, twining her fingers through Mark's, she spoke, "I love you Mark."

"I love you too Penny. What's bought all this on?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking about how lucky I am to be married to you. You'll stay with me always, won't you?"

Mark held Penny tightly, wondering what was bothering her, but knowing better than to press the issue, he held her hand, reassuring her, "Of course Penny, always."

Later, when they were in bed, Penny continued to cuddle close to Mark. Penny obviously wasn't in the mood for sex, so he just held her until she fell asleep. When her breathing slowed and her head relaxed on his chest, Mark lay there stroking her hair. Eventually Mark fell asleep too, but later in the night he was woken by Penny kissing him. As he regained consciousness Mark realized Penny was reaching between his legs and fondling his cock and balls, jerking him briskly in an effort to make him stiffen up.

Penny's whispered voice was urgent in his ear, "Mark, I need you to fuck me."

Mark was hard now, and he let Penny roll onto her back and climbed between her legs, feeling in the dark with his fingers to guide his cock to her pussy. When his fingertips came into contact with Penny's wet slit he nudged his cockhead into position and lowered his body onto Penny's, feeling her pussy yield as his shaft slid inside its wet walls. As soon as Mark was fully impaled, Penny wrapped her legs around Mark's thighs and rolled both their bodies over so they were on their sides and she could continue to hold him tightly even as he began to rock his hips. Penny clung to Mark, gripping him with her arms and legs, pressing her mouth into his neck as she urged him to fuck her.

Mark responded by giving Penny what she needed; a long, loving fuck, which bought the two of them close together. They stayed like this, holding each other, Mark buried inside Penny, their bodies moving as one, until Penny began to gasp and claw her fingers into Mark's back. Sensing that Penny's climax was approaching, Mark increased his pace, drawing his hips out further to increase his thrust. At the same time, he grabbed hold of Penny's ass cheeks, pulling her towards him, forcing his cock to grind over her clit.

Penny was moaning, "Yes, yes, yes," with each stroke. Mark abandoned his gentle approach, and rolled Penny onto her back again so he could pound into her more forcefully. For two minutes he drove the full eight inches of his cock in and out of Penny, withdrawing almost to the tip, then slamming back home with a force which made Penny shout, "YES!" each time.

Finally Penny cried out, "Oh God Mark, I'm cumming!" and Mark drove furiously, responding to her moaned entreaties, desperately trying to satisfy the sudden mad need for sex which had woken Penny. With an uncontrolled grunt, Mark felt himself cum, and a thick slug of spunk shot from his cock into the warmth of Penny's pussy. As he came, Mark collapsed onto Penny, and she wrapped her arms around him again, rolling them both back onto their sides so they could fall asleep once more, curled in each other's arms. The tension that had overwhelmed Penny since her return from Alyssa's house finally drained from her body. This time she slept deeply, her need for relief quenched by her sex with Mark.

Penny felt better the next morning. She resolved not to worry about what Alyssa and the other women were doing and get on with her life. It would be awkward when she saw them in the street, and it was sad there would be fewer opportunities to participate in social events with her neighbors. Even so, Penny was happier putting the previous day's events out of her mind: now she had pulled herself together she didn't feel any need to tell Mark what had happened. She was sure after a few weeks he wouldn't notice she no longer had anything to do with Alyssa.

As it was a Sunday, Penny spent the morning in bed with Mark, groping for his cock as soon as he was awake, mounting it as soon as it was hard, and riding it until she was moaning with the intensity of her orgasm. Once Mark came inside her she waited a while then tit-fucked him and sucked him until he was hard again, so she could lead him into the bathroom where she bent over in front of the mirror, wiggling her ass provocatively. Mark didn't need much encouragement to take her from behind, and soon Penny's tits were shaking beneath her in response to the force of his thrusting. Penny's pendulous tits were clearly visible to Mark in the mirror, out of control and swinging wildly. Mark encouraged Penny to take them into her hands and play with them, squashing them toward her mouth so she could suck a nipple as Mark made her whole body shake.

With her boobs supported in her hands, Penny could feel their mass wobble in her palms in sympathy with the hard rhythm of Mark's fucking. Eventually, a knee-trembling orgasm forced her to let her tits swing freely again as she came, gripping the bathroom sink to support her climax-wracked body. Mark gripped Penny's ass tightly and made half-a-dozen more thrusts before filling Penny with his fountaining semen.

As Mark withdrew, Penny reminded him there were still more rooms needing a first fuck 'christening'. With a grin on her face, she twisted her body to look at Mark as he leant forward to kiss her and said, "If you're up for it we can do the second bedroom next."

The grin on Mark's face mirrored Penny's as he said, "Oh, I'm up for it, don't you worry about that."

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Penny was firm in her resolve, and over the next few days she saw and heard nothing of Alyssa. On Tuesday her sister called, looking for someone to vent her frustrations about her husband Steven to. Penny wasn't in the mood to talk about someone else's sex life, and after listening to Marina complain about how, "Steven doesn't satisfy me like Mark satisfies you," for five minutes, she made her excuses and said there was something she needed to do. On Wednesday she went into the city center. She wanted some new clothes for work and thought that David Jones, a large department store, would have a better selection than the small boutiques in the nearer suburban shopping malls. After a stressful drive on busy roads, and the bother of finding a place to park, Penny enjoyed wandering around the shops. After a few distractions, and already carrying a pair of shoes she'd seen in another shop and couldn't resist buying, Penny made her way to the womenswear section of David Jones.

For twenty minutes, Penny browsed, occasionally making a mental note of a pair of pants or a blouse she liked. Once she made a selection she'd pick them up and head to the fitting rooms, but for now she was enjoying moving between the sections of the store with different clothing brands, checking out the new season trends and working out which ones would work for her.

At one point Penny was engrossed in a rail of brightly colored blouses, trying to decide if orange, which appeared to be the 'in' color this season, would work with her complexion. When she looked up her heart jumped in her chest; Niamh, who she'd last seen gasping with pleasure as Alyssa enthusiastically ate her out, was two aisles away, holding a pair of skinny jeans up to the light. Instinctively, Penny ducked her head, hoping Niamh wouldn't look her way.

For a moment, Penny thought she had gotten away with it, and she turned and walked back, heading to a section of the store where there were some pants she wanted to try on. Then she heard Niamh's voice call, "Penny!" across the store, and with a heavy heart she turned back and waved, acknowledging Niamh's presence. Penny wished she could just disappear: how could this not be awkward?

Niamh spoke first, "Penny, we upset you on Saturday didn't we? Alyssa told me you don't want to see us again. Is that right?"

Everything Niamh said was true, but Penny didn't really know how to respond. She didn't want to make a scene, or talk about lesbian sex in the middle of a department store, so quietly, she just said, "Yes."

"Oh Penny, that's too bad. Look, let's go and get a coffee. I don't want things to be awkward between us like this."

Penny didn't see what there was to discuss, but Niamh was insistent, pressing Penny to agree even as she voiced her doubts again, "It's OK Niamh, I don't think there's anything to talk about."

"Don't be silly. We made you feel bad, and it was wrong of us. I want to explain."

"Explain what?" Penny said.

Niamh ignored the question, "I know where there's a quiet coffee shop. Come with me and we can talk there."

As Niamh had promised, the coffee shop was quiet, and by choosing an alcove at the back, Niamh made sure they could talk uninterrupted. Penny looked across at Niamh. She realized that until now she'd only ever seen Niamh naked, or in a skimpy bikini. It seemed strange to think this was the first time she was talking to her in a 'normal' situation, and as she looked at her, Penny was struck by just how beautiful Niamh was, with her pale freckled skin, her long copper red hair and her slim elegant figure, emphasized by the figure-hugging jeans and light sweater she wore.

Once they were settled, and their coffees had been brought to them, Niamh began to speak, "Four months ago, I was like you."

"What do you mean?" Penny asked.

"I had just moved in our new house, and Alyssa invited me to one of her parties. Just like with you, she showed me what she did with Helen and Amy, and I was horrified."

"But now you're part of their group?" Penny's tone was querying, the 'how did that happen?' was implied.

"Let's say that Alyssa showed me it was OK," Niamh said.

"But you're married, aren't you? What about your husband."

"He knows."

Penny still didn't understand, "I don't see how he could be OK with what you're doing."

Niamh's reply was spoken convincingly, but was vague, "Leave it a few weeks, let Alyssa deal with it, she knows how to make it OK."

"I'm not sure."

Once again, Niamh spoke as if she truly believed what she was saying, "Penny, what we do at those parties is wonderful, the most amazing thing. I never knew sex could feel like it does with those women. And the really wonderful, amazing thing is that it has made my sex life with my husband even better as well. And there's a whole lot more. I never realized how important sex was to me, but now I know, and it is thanks to Alyssa."

"But Mark and I have a fantastic sex life. Why could having sex with women improve it?"

"Do you remember when Amy and Helen started to kiss, and touch each other?"

"Yes, of course."

"I was watching you. You were aroused by what you were seeing weren't you? You can't deny it." Niamh took a sip from her coffee and stared over her cup, waiting for Penny's response, "Be honest with yourself Penny."

Penny thought back to the scene by the pool, examining her memory. She didn't want to admit it, but yes, she knew her body had betrayed her. She remembered the gush of wetness in her pussy, and the urge to touch herself she'd had to fight.

Reluctantly, Penny began to speak, "It's true. Actually it's worse than that. I've had, you know, 'thoughts' in my head ever since the first pool party. I've be thinking about sex, and I catch myself imagining what it would be like with a woman."

Niamh nodded, as if to say 'I know'.

Penny was fierce, and urgent, "It doesn't make it right though!"

Niamh's response was gentle, and calm; she was clearly trying to sound matter-of-fact, "Look, I bet you don't want to go back to Alyssa's. I bet you think there will be a big fuss, and a scene."

It was Penny's turn to nod.

"Well, here's what we'll do. I'll come round to your house first, and we'll go in together. I'll call Alyssa first, to tell her to let us slip in quietly. We can just hang back 'til you're comfortable."

Penny's voice couldn't mask her exasperation, "But that still doesn't solve the problem of it being wrong."

Now Niamh was firm, "It's not 'wrong', it's beautiful. What'll happen is this: you'll come to the party, and join us, and then Alyssa will wait a few weeks until we're sure you're OK. When you're ready, she'll invite you and Mark to a party. Then look, don't ask me how right now, but by the time you leave, Mark will know enough, maybe not all the, y'know, precise details, but he'll know enough, and he'll be fine with everything. That's what happened with me and Jamie, and I know, I just know it will happen with you and Mark as well."

Penny looked at Niamh: Her face was friendly and honest, and she seemed sincere in her belief that Alyssa would make everything OK. Most of all, Penny liked Niamh; she seemed like someone she could be friends with, and she didn't want to lose the opportunity to get to know her because of this situation. Still uncertain, Penny stirred her coffee.

Sensing Penny's hesitation, Niamh spoke again, "Do you know what happens every Saturday after I leave Alyssa's house?"

Penny shook her head and Niamh continued, her voice getting faster and more excited as she went on, "I get home just crazy with thinking about Jamie. I've already experienced multiple orgasms at the party, but I can't get Jamie, and his cock, out of my mind. The minute I'm through the door I practically rape Jamie, I'm that horny."

Penny put her coffee cup down and listened intently. There was something about the way Niamh was speaking that compelled her to pay attention.

"And since I joined Alyssa's group, I think about sex ten times more than I used to. Jamie and I just have the best sex life now. And by Thursday, I know it's nearly the weekend, and I get even hornier thinking about what is coming, and the sex with Jamie gets even better. Next thing I know, it's Saturday, and God, I love it, I love what we do at Alyssa's house; it just blows my mind how we make each other orgasm as hard as we do."

Niamh's face grew increasingly flushed as she spoke. It was obvious that just thinking about her sex life, both with her husband and with the other women, was getting her worked up. Penny felt her body respond to Niamh's excitement; she crossed her legs, trying to ignore the warmth building up in her pussy. Her stomach was knotting with nervous energy. She knew her mind was made up, but was too terrified to make the next step.

Niamh reached across the table and took Penny's hand, "Alyssa said I could be the one you go with for your first time. I want that so much."

Penny swallowed. The knot in her stomach tightened to the point where she thought she would be sick. Finally, not-quite-believing she was doing it she said, "I want it too. I'll come."

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