Neighborly New Beginnings

When the company I work for was taken over by an even larger conglomerate the local office was closed down and I was one of the few offered a job at regional headquarters. I was also offered a significant raise and all moving expenses. Jeannie and I just couldn’t resist. The only down side was parting from our intimate friends Malcolm and Laura. The four of us had shared many a happy moment in the eight years since we first met at a PTA conference and we’d also shared each others bicycles, tools, skis and spouses - even, occasionally, our automobiles. Our farewell get-together in Laura’s California King size bed lasted a full weekend of affirmations and demonstrations of undying affection with promises we would get back together again often. We all knew that with time, ‘often’ would eventually become a Christmas card. The memory of that weekend with the beautiful boobs of Laura is more durable than the promises.

Resettling in the green Pacific Northwest went smoothly as Jeannie and I began making acquaintances in the new neighborhood and the new workplace. We kept an eye open for potential swing partners but the locals, mostly outgoing and friendly, have that air of reserved respectability that makes difficult any hint of intimacy. They are all fine people and we did make some very good friends but none to whom we would dare suggest a relationship of the type we had enjoyed with Malcolm and Laura.

But ‘just good friends’ are worth having too. For example; our next door neighbors, Tilly and Orville Ross. Tilly is a tall thin woman - rather plain with a practical approach to life and a quick wit while Orville is a stocky muscular man with a ready laugh and an endless store of slightly off-color jokes. Neither is exactly what we would imagine to be swingers but they are excellent company. Jeannie and Tilly hit it off almost immediately and soon their visiting back and forth had worn a gap in the hedge separating our back yards.

Orville fancies himself a barbeque maestro and for Friday evenings I quickly fell into a habit of grabbing a couple of six packs and accepting his shouted invitation to ribs or chicken. If I could find another neighbor who brings home more salmon than he can eat I’d have suburban heaven. Although Jeannie and I were still working on plans to find new swing buddies, we just never really considered Tilly and Orville. They seemed altogether too ‘Norman Rockwell’.

Then one balmy October Friday evening, as the last rays of the sun disappeared, we drained the last of our beers and got up for our ritual goodnight hug. I put my arms around Tilly, gave her a peck on the forehead and held her close for the usual five count but when I released her, she turned around and gasped. - Jeannie and Orville were welded together in a kiss that could win an Oscar.

“Orville!!” Tilly’s exclamation had the effect of a bucket of water on two randy dogs. Orville pushed away from Jeannie in such a hurry that she stumbled back, I stepped up to catch her while Tilly jumped between me and Orville and placed a hand on my chest, ”Now don’t do anything rash.”

I just stepped back and grinned at her. “Now why should I do anything rash?” A confused look passed over the woman’s face for a moment then she dropped her hands and gave me an apologetic grin. “Silly me. I thought you were going to punch Orville out for kissing your wife.”

“Yeah, silly me. Orville could put me down any day. - And were you about to punch Jeannie out for kissing your husband?” Tilly just looked down for a few seconds then the corners of her lips began to twitch. Finally she began to laugh. “Silly me. Of course not - but I am going to get even.” She wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled me down for the deepest kiss in my recent memory as she plastered her body against mine all the way down to the knees. “Now you two get on home while we all take a deep breath.” I do believe Tilly was blushing as she turned and hurried into the house.

The next morning, Saturday, I waited for Orville to shut off his lawnmower before slipping through the gap in the hedge to return the pruning shears I had borrowed two weeks ago. “And has Tilly forgiven you for assaulting my wife last night?” I asked with a laugh. “But hey -” Orville protested “I didn’t do anything - honest - at least nothing intentional. That sexy wife of yours slipped her tongue into my mouth and I just got carried away.”

“Well.” I said in a tone of exaggerated disbelief, “I find that hard to believe. Jeannie would ever try to seduce a friend’s husband without that friend’s permission.” Orville’s expression turned sullen. “Well that’s the way it was.”

“Okay okay.” I backpedaled “I believe you. Jeannie can be a bit forward at times.” At that point, Jeannie herself appeared through the hedge. “Hi fellows, thought I’d better come by and apologize to Tilly for my slutty behavior last night.” As she continued on into the house Orville turned to me and grinned. “You were just saying?” I gave him a shamefaced grin in return. “I was just apologizing for my wife’s slutty behavior.”

“Apology not necessary.” He laughed. “I enjoyed it. There just isn’t enough such behavior these days.” I couldn’t let pass the opening. “Well, maybe our goodnight hugs could use a little spice.” Orville’s grin expanded, “I could live with that.” Before I could pursue the theme Tilly stepped out the back door. “Jeannie and I are going shopping and you two are taking us to an expensive restaurant tonight.”

After an expensive but excellent dinner and two bottles of excellent but expensive wine, the four of us arrived home just after nine o’clock. Tilly invited us to a nightcap at their house where she ordered Orville to turn on the lights in the den and me to help her fix the highballs in the kitchen. “I really made an ass of myself last night didn’t I?” She asked over her shoulder as she assembled the glasses and bottles. I felt adventurous. “Well it was a very pretty ass.”

She turned around with a mock frown. “You’re a naughty boy - but then so is Orville. Jeannie and I had a long talk about that this afternoon and agreed that a little naughtiness is not altogether a bad thing. I’ll tell you what we plan to do about it.” She handed me two of the drinks she had been preparing.

In the den, Orville was seated on the sofa with Jeannie beside him, half turned toward him, legs tucked under her and one hand on his shoulder. She was talking quietly to him and neither paid me any attention as I placed the two glasses on the coffee table in front of them and allowed Tilly to lead me to the recliner in front of the TV. At her gesture I seated myself and she sat in beside me with her legs over my lap. We each took a sip of our drinks and placed them on the side table.

I put my right arm over her shoulder and gently drew her to me. She gave me a disapproving look but didn’t resist so I slid my left hand across her tummy and up to her right breast. She shivered but didn’t object so I undid two buttons of her blouse and slid my hand inside. She wore no ‘bra. Her breasts were small - each about the size of a half grapefruit with a nipple firm as the eraser on a pencil. “Slow down there mister.” She admonished me. “I haven’t started to tell you the new rules.”

“I’m listening,” I complained as I tweaked the firm nipple. She shivered and then melted against me. “Not quite the handful you’re accustomed to.” She whispered in my ear. “Is it?”

“What I can’t get in my mouth is just surplus.” I whispered back.

She giggled and undid the other two buttons. I helped her wriggle out of the garment and tossed it over the back of the recliner. Leaning forward I opened my mouth wide to place it over as much as possible of the firm tittie and began tracing circles around the protruding nipple with my tongue. She tensed and grabbed the back of my head.

“Stop that. I had a nice little speech all prepared on what liberties Jeannie and I agreed we might allow you two scoundrels and before I get started you’ve taken half of them.'

I came up for air. “Sorry, you’re the boss.” I tried to reach around back and recover the blouse. “Forget it.” Tilly kept her voice low. “We’re on a slippery slope here but slow down a bit will you.” She drew my face back against her breast. “ I enjoyed that too much to ask you to stop it but I’m losing confidence in my ability to control this situation.”

I took just the firm little nipple between my lips and pressed my tongue against it. “Oh Jack,” She gasped, “I’m not kidding myself. I know where all this is heading but please leave me a little room for self respect.” She shook her head and laughed. - “Scrub that last. Self respect is not an issue. I just wouldn’t want to race too far ahead of Jeannie and Orville.”

“If you peek over my shoulder you can check on how far they’ve come.” I suggested. She raised her head a few inches then sat up as far as allowed by the cramped quarters.

“Good heavens!” She gasped.

“You’re not going to repeat last night?”

“Only the last line.” She quipped. “Get up. We can’t let them get too far ahead of us either and I’m not going to screw in a recliner when there’s a queen size bed available in the next room.”

Again Jeannie and Orville paid us no attention as we passed them on the way out and Tilly was vibrating with excitement as she hurried me into the bedroom.

“Our carefully planned schedule is shot all to hell.” she commented wryly as she dropped her short skirt and turned toward me. I put my arms around her, slipped two fingers under the elastic of her panties and peeled them over her slender ass.

“Which is probably a good thing. I could well have chickened out.” She stripped the panties completely off and sat back onto the bed. Quite calmly she reached out and undid my belt, allowing my trousers to fall to the floor. My shorts followed quickly. As she reached out to touch my revealed erection I pushed her away from me onto her back.

“You’ll get a handful of gloop if you touch that now- sorry about that but I’m a lot more excited than I’m letting on and I’m cursed with a hair trigger when I get excited.”

“I understand.” She worked herself a bit farther up the bed and separated her knees. “Just take it easy and don’t worry about performance. I just want to feel you coming inside me and know I’ve really done this. We can get down to some serious screwing later.” Tilly’s calm words eased the tension in my groin and restored my confidence. She was trembling but not tense as I spread her legs a bit wider and lowered myself onto her.. “Ah yes, yesss.” She breathed as I slid easily into her warm moist puss. “Just hold it there a bit; let me savor the moment. It’s been seventeen years of only Orville.” She lay still for about five seconds before beginning a slow undulating roll of her hips. Her eyes closed and the tip of her tongue ran lightly around her lips. “This is good.” She whispered. “It’s been seventeen years for Orville too and I’m so happy for him too - Jeannie is so beautiful.”

“Be happy for me too.” I breathed into her ear. “Unh-uh.” She gave me a pussy hug and bump that nearly set me off. “Take care of your own happiness. This is for me - now give me it all - fill me with your juices - let me know I’ve been fucked completely.” Three long deep strokes then I kissed her and began coming to her - - deep deep inside her.

“Ah yes.” she sighed. “Perfect.” She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Thank you for not pressing for a frenzied orgasm. I can do that you know - I’ll prove it to you before the night’s over - but not this first time - I just wanted to feel a new cock exploding inside me to salute the beginning of a new era.”

I let it soak for several minutes while Tilly continued a contented slow roll of her hips until my heartbeat settled down and I rolled off onto my back. Tilly rolled with me but couldn’t retain my deflating erection. She just laughed. “You know, Orville and I have fantasized about doing this but have been too timid to do anything about it. I’ve had countless opportunities to cheat on him but that’s not for me. Sneaking out for a secret tryst in some motel seems so tacky. Tonight everything’s going so naturally I’m amazed it hasn’t happened to me before.”

“It’s a matter of the right time.” I said quietly. “Don’t examine it too closely. You’ll wring all the magic out of it.”

“The right time and the right person.” Tilly corrected me. She was lying on her side with one hand slowly stroking the soggy mass of limp flesh that had so recently been vigorously stirring around inside her. Several times in the next quarter hour she began a sentence which never got completed.

“Oh oh, he’s coming back to life.” She lifted her head to watch my peter straighten out and stiffen up. “Here, let me show you what I like.” She threw a leg over to kneel astride me with her knees up past my hips. Raising up, she looked down at my developing erection. “My that looks yummy.” She muttered as she gently raised if to the vertical and slowly lowered herself onto it.

“”Ahhh –“ She sat straight up and closed her eyes as she pressed down arch to arch. For a full minute she barely moved then, leaning forward, she placed her hands on my shoulders and began a slow rotation of her pelvis. About every ten count she would raise up until only the head of my dong remained hidden then open her eyes to admire the glistening trunk before closing her eyes again and sliding back down.

She didn’t even notice Jeannie and Orville enter the room. Jeannie had a towel around her waist while Orville was buff naked with the glistening moist remains of a pussy-whipped cock hanging between his legs.

Jeannie gave me an amused grin while Orville’s gazed was riveted on the sight of his wife’s pussy sliding up and down my rigid pole. Without warning, Tilly began climaxing. She mewed like a kitten with each spasm then pressed down against my chest and rolled us both to one side. Both her hands were on my ass and pressing as if she could stuff all of me completely inside her. Orville dropped to his knees beside the bed to get a closer look at the details and suddenly Tilly noticed that we were not alone. She uttered an obscenity and hid her face in the pillow but didn’t interrupt her orgasm. As her tremors tapered off she looked up to her husband with a guilty grin which changed to a broad smile when he leaned over to give her a big kiss. His semi-soft tool was already showing signs of recovery.

Jeannie sat down on the side of the bed and leaned over to give me a slap on the ass. “Switch time.” she whispered so I rolled Tilly onto her back, gave her four long strokes and pulled out.

“Good boy.” Jeannie commented as Orville took my place and began trying to stuff his semi-soft into his steaming wife. Tilly just giggled Jeannie closed her eyes and relaxed as I drew her into my arms.

“Well, I suppose we don’t have to worry about what to do with the weekends this winter.”