Group Sex Friends

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I had gotten divorced several years ago, and since then had preferred remaining single living alone. Although I was in my early fifties, I was still in pretty good shape and had been told I had "bed-room" eyes, whatever that meant. I had certainly enjoyed the occasional fling here and there, but had shied away from anything long-term, which had severely limited my options. I was almost content to remain far more intimate with my own hand, until the perfect woman came along. And to top things off, she'd been living next door to me for several years now.

I had guessed Jocelyn (though she preferred being called Joy) to be in either her late thirties, or early forties, though I had of course never asked. They had lived there next to me for several years, Joy and her husband Dave, along with their two daughters Amy and Rebecca. Ironically, my ex-wife and Joy had become fairly good friends, though I hadn't much cared for Dave since the day I had first met him. He was an alcoholic for one thing, but he was also fairly abusive to his wife, and most likely the girls as well. I had felt bad for what I knew was going on, but there was little that we could do about it, except to be there for them in support. Or... if things got even more abusive than we suspected, to step in if necessary. Thankfully, that never happened. Ironically, other things did.

In time, I think I became better friends with Joy than my own wife was. After she had kicked Dave out of the house, I'd begun doing more and more to help out whenever I could. Something that Joy and the girls had very much appreciated. Like I said, we'd eventually gotten to the point where we could sit down and have a cup of coffee and discuss just about anything. I'd come to respect and appreciate Joy's honesty, and openness with me, which is maybe why things had become a bit strained between Cindy and me. I had a much better relationship with the next door neighbor than I had with my own wife. And oddly enough...there wasn't a damn thing going on between us, not even once hinted at.

And to be honest, maybe it was because of that, that I didn't see things coming, or what was happening in front of my own face. But Joy had. And eventually it reached the point where she felt it was necessary to open my eyes a little, as hard as that was for her to do. I had just finished mowing her lawn and had stepped over to accept a glass of fresh lemonade from her when she asked me to take a seat at her patio table. I could see by the look on her face that she was troubled, especially by the way she seemed to fidget around in her seat, even spinning her own glass of lemonade around in circles, trying to find the courage to say whatever she was going to say perhaps.

"What is it Joy? What's wrong?" I finally asked, forcing the issue. She took a sip of her drink, and then set it down, trying to steady herself.

"I've really struggled with this for a long time now," she began, looking even more nervous and confused.

"Go on," I said steeling myself, though again...some deep-down part of me already knew where this was headed.

"I didn't want to say anything to you, until I was sure. After everything you've done for us...the way you've been there for us, and the good friend you've become to me after Dave finally left. The last thing I ever wanted was to say or do anything to hurt you, or cause you pain. Until now."

Now it was my turn to sit back, and spin my glass in circles waiting for her to continue.

I can honestly say I really had few vices, save for one perhaps. I loved to golf on Sundays. I made a good living, enough so, that Cindy had whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Maybe it was my way of trying to keep things even between us, since I felt that I did more than my fair-share, not only with work...but around the house too. So spending half the day golfing with my friends on Sunday's didn't seem like a whole lot to ask. And Joy of course knew all that.

"At first, I didn't really think too much of things..." she began again. "Sometimes I would see you leave in the morning to go golfing. And then not ten or fifteen minutes later I'd see Cindy leave. I figured back then, that maybe she had something going with a group of friends, though I found it a bit odd she never mentioned anything to me about that as close as the two of us supposedly were. The thing is, I began to take a closer notice of it. Always on Sunday, shortly after you left, she would. And then she'd return in a couple of hours, long before you did. I began to notice subtle things when she did. And I hate to say that because by now I was actually spying on her, that those subtle things included her obvious dishevelment whenever she came home. Like she'd been ridden hard, and put away wet...so to speak."

As hard as this was to hear, I sat quietly, patiently, taking a sip of my drink again as though some sort of signal for Joy to continue. Which she did.

"Even with my suspicions, I didn't want to say anything. Not unless I was one hundred percent sure. Even then, I hesitated Jack. We've become good friends, and I didn't want to lose that, or do anything that would jeopardize the friendship we did have. Until the day came that she didn't leave after you left. Instead...he did. As far as I was concerned, though maybe it shouldn't have been my concern, the moment I saw him sneak up into the house shortly after you'd left was the last straw for me. I knew then, I had to tell you at least this much, and then let you decide for yourself how you wanted to handle it. I just hope...this doesn't destroy our friendship," she smiled worriedly. I stood up, walked over...and kissed her on the forehead.

"Thank you," I said softly. And then turned and left for home. It was the hardest week of my entire life. Trying to pretend everything was normal. The following Sunday, I left to play golf as usual, though I'd already told my friends well ahead of time that I wouldn't be able to make it as I had business out of town. The only person I had told about what was going on was my best friend Roger, also a golf buddy, and someone that Cindy had never met. We hurriedly switched cars (and clubs) and then I parked a short distance away from the house...waiting. I figured if she left, I could easily follow her. Or...if he showed up at my place instead, then well...though I had all sorts of thoughts and scenarios racing around inside my head when she actually came out. So...I followed.

To make a long story short here, I basically caught her with her pants down so to speak. I followed her to a nearby hotel. Saw her get out of the car and walk up to a particular room where she was met and quickly ushered inside. A hundred bucks, and verification of my ID to the nervous looking desk clerk, finally convinced him to run me a key. After assuring him I wasn't there to cause any trouble...and wouldn't, I took my digital camera with me, put it on video and started recording. I stood listening outside the door for a moment until I was reasonably sure they were already at it. After all, time was precious here. Seconds later I was standing in the doorway recording everything I needed to confirm what I already knew. What I hadn't known until now, was the guy she was with...a married man himself, and someone she worked with, happened to be her lover. So in the long run...I knew this would really turn out well for me if I played my cards right.

On Monday, I filed for divorce, with very specific stipulations. Yeah, in a way I guess you could say it was blackmail. Unless Cindy walked...and I mean walked...I threatened to expose her affair and who she'd been having it with where she worked. Needless to say, they both caved in at that imploring me to not say anything to anyone...though I kept my little video as insurance against that until after the divorce was final.

Six month's passed, and I had quickly gotten over all this. Though I was a bit gun-shy about really getting serious with anyone again. The occasional overnighter with someone was fine with me, though there were aspects of that, which I did miss.

And then low and behold...the solution to all this, which had been living next door to me all this time, suddenly became readily apparent. Though even then, I hadn't been looking for it...or expecting it, when it happened. Neither of us had been.

Rebecca had moved out and gone onto college shortly before all this had happened. Now it was Amy's turn to do so within the next week or so. Both girls attending the same University, out of state...which would leave Joy home alone for the very first time really. It was something we talked about, though I had ensured her of course I would always be there for her, and that she could certainly call on me, even if it was just for a little company and someone to talk to. And at first, that was pretty much the way it remained for the next month or so, until circumstance, or fate perhaps stepped in.

I had kept up my weekly golf outing with the guys. Something I looked forward to, and which helped to keep me sane. As we'd discussed, my plans were to golf, come back in the afternoon, and then spread and pour some mulch I had gotten for Joy's back yard flower beds. We'd even planned a semi-cozy little barbeque dinner with one another for later on that evening. Something else I was again looking forward to. And then fate, for whatever reason seemed to step in and take over at that point.

I had actually waved good-bye to Joy as she stood outside watering her front garden when I left. A short time later I arrived at the course, only to discover that a tournament was going on. Stupid me. I had lost track of the dates, only then realizing I thought the tournament was to be held the following week. Getting back into my car, I headed home again, surprisingly not at all disappointed at the turn of events. If anything, I was looking forward to spending even more time visiting with my dear friend Joy. I even thought about surprising her perhaps. Getting her back gardens filled in and spread with mulch before she even knew I was there. I'd begun doing just that, when by chance I happened to look up and in to what I knew was her bedroom area. I had no intention of spying on her, or doing anything like that. Nor did I expect to see what I was seeing, when I did either.

I was dumb-founded to say the least. And a bit stupid too perhaps, but I was frozen with indecision just long enough to complicate the situation even more so. Joy was naked, laying in the middle of her bed, which faced towards me. On her back, her legs spread and bent at the knee, she was currently thrusting what appeared to be a rather large-sized vibrating dildo of some sort, in and out of her pussy. I must have caught her right at the perfect (or imperfect moment depending upon how you looked at it) moment...as she began to climax. As she did, she sort of sat up, the convulsions no doubt intense and pleasurable, which is the first look I saw on her face, followed almost instantaneously by the second one...which was pure unadulterated shock. About all I could do was turn and head sheepishly back towards my own place, leaving shovel, rake and mulch behind in my wake.

I sat at my kitchen table, the image of what I'd just seen and witnessed firmly etched inside my head. I was certainly at a loss for words, or action...in what I should say, or even could say...when the phone rang. Quite naturally I jumped. And a quick glance at the caller ID told me who was calling me too. I picked up, but before I could even say anything, I heard Joy's voice coming through on the other end.

"Jack? I think we need to talk. I'll pour a coffee for you. Please come back over as soon as you can...ok?" And with that, she hung up without waiting for a response. I sat there looking around the kitchen like I'd find some sort of answer waiting for me there, or at least something to bring over. I know...I know. I grabbed a partially opened bag of Oreo cookies, and took them with me as though needing something...anything. Joy met me at the back door. Thankfully she was dressed, well sort of anyway. She had a bathrobe on, but I wasn't about to entertain any thoughts about what she either did have, or didn't have on beneath it.

My first words as I stepped inside the door. "Joy, I'm so sorry...I hope..." but she waved me off with her hand, pushing a freshly poured cup of coffee towards me, and then actually laughing as she took the half open bag of cookies from me setting them down.

"There's nothing to be sorry for Jack. And you need to know that. Now...let me ask you something." I took a swallow, and not of coffee either, nodding my head towards her, prepared to answer anything at this point. "Tell me Jack...do you enjoy masturbating?"

You could have knocked me over with a feather. It was probably the last thing in the world I expected to hear coming out of her mouth. Though I found myself again nodding my head yes.

"So do I," she smiled somewhat demurely. "Let's face it Jack, and be honest with one another. After all, we always have been haven't we?" Again I nodded. "I know you weren't pulling a Peeping Tom on me. I know it was purely by accident that you saw what you did. But I'm also not going to sit here and tell you that I'm ashamed that I do, or anything like that. In fact Jack, I happen to masturbate a lot. So it's perhaps even more of a surprise that you haven't caught me until now. The number of times I've sat out back in one of the lounge chairs enjoying myself, well..."

Now I had another image which was permanently stored. I had seen her before of course, but I had never not once stood there and spied down on her, hoping to catch anything.

She had continued...but I'd had a momentary black out as my memory seemed to pause for a moment with that image of her laying on her back again.

"I mean look at us Jack. Look how long it's been for both of us. I know in the little bit we have discussed, that we're both pretty open-minded about things. So either one of us feeling guilty, or even embarrassed about this, doesn't make any sense." She was certainly right about that. We had had some pretty interesting conversations in the past, and I had gone home more than once needing a bit of relief afterwards. Apparently, so had she.

"And just who and what do you think I have very often fantasized about when I have anyway?" She asked. Though I think I was still trying to convince myself that it wasn't me she was talking about. Until she actually came right out and said it. "Would you like to take a guess as to who I was thinking about when I was climaxing a few moments ago?" She grinned somewhat wickedly.

"Me?" I asked stupidly.

And now she did laugh, though reaching for a cookie. She dipped it in her coffee, and then lifted it towards her mouth. Only the soft mushy edge disappeared as she removed it again. It was the most sensual thing I had ever seen her do. Aside from well, you know.

"It's almost funny in a way. Perhaps even poetic."

"Yeah? And how's that?"

She leaned forward, getting ready to dip her cookie again, though this time I noticed her robe had parted just a little. Not a lot mind you, not enough to be overly suggestive or anything, but enough to hint at the fact, Joy really did have a nice pair of breasts.

"What I was actually fantasizing about, when you saw me...was just that. Walking in and catching me, seeing me like that. Pretty wild huh?" She asked.

"So you weren't mad then?"

"Mad? Are you crazy? Didn't you hear what I just said? If anything I was a little shocked and surprised yes...I mean after all Jack, the very thing I happened to be thinking about, had just happened. Had you not turned and walked away when you did...you'd have seen me continue...certainly that. Which I was quite disappointed in when you actually left. And I knew then I had to call. That we had to fix this before it got all blown out proportion and ruined everything else that we have."

"I'm really glad you did," I said taking a cookie, dipping it. Though it mostly fell off and into my cup. It was a nice ice-breaker, especially for what came next.

"Yeah, me too. But I still have another question to ask Jack, and you still haven't really answered my previous question either."

I thought back...only then realizing. "Which one do you want me to answer first?" She again laughed, tossing her head back a little, causing her robe to open even more. I now had a pretty good side-view of her left breast, just short of the hidden nipple beneath the cloth.

"Do you enjoy masturbating Jack? And how often? And what do you like to think about when you do?" She asked.

"Well, for starters...that's three questions," I grinned back at her, though answering the first two. "Yes I do...and perhaps even more so these days," I think I actually blushed. "And maybe once a day, or every other day at least," I confessed. Though I temporarily held off on answering her third question. I wasn't sure she was ready to hear about how often I had in fact thought about her, even in the simplest of ways.

"Do you...sometimes, think about me?" She asked, and then I noticed her hands coming up, the sash on her robe undone. It fell apart, fully. Both breasts now totally and fully revealed to me. I sucked in my breath and slowly let it out, my eyes still feasting on her.

"Often," I said softly almost in a whisper. "I think about you very...often."

She stood up, though scooting her chair off to one side before sitting down again. Though her robe, if anything, remained fully open as she did. I could now see a small dark tuft of hair just above her mound as she sat down again, though this time spreading her legs. Almost obscenely as she did. I was mesmerized...hypnotized by it. By her.

"Will you watch me...Jack?" She asked, her fingers slowly sliding down between her legs. One hand now spreading her swollen, glistening lips apart. The other, teasingly, tenderly even, skimming the hard shiny surface of her tiny protruding clit. "Will you let me do what I was doing? Only just fantasizing and thinking about earlier? Only this time...for real?"

I took another deep cleansing breath again, realizing as I did that my prick was hard, swollen, and now straining uncomfortably against the press of my jeans. Perhaps my glance down briefly gave that away. Though I now heard Joy's intake of breath as I glanced back at her. One hand now pinching on a hard delicate nipple, tweaking it. The other, still thumbing, strumming that precious naughty nub between her lips.

"Are you hard Jack? Are you getting hard thinking about this? About watching me? I would love to see your cock Jack. You know I would. I always have I would love to watch you stroking it, while you're watching me. Would you like that Jack? Would you like to really jerk off, actually seeing me instead of just fantasizing about it?"

I had learned early on in our relationship that Joy was one that always spoke her mind when she felt like it. I had thought then that perhaps sometimes she had divulged, or shared too much. But then I realized, she wasn't that way with everybody. Usually only with me, though I had learned she did have one other girlfriend who she had very often confided in as well. So hearing her now, hearing her allowing herself this uninhibited, unbridled discussion of her feelings and desires, wasn't all that surprising. This was Joy...this was how she truly was. And frankly, I found it refreshing. In comparison, I'm not sure I even heard Cindy say fuck...except towards the end there. And then it didn't really have the same effect as I might have liked. Or maybe...it did.

In answer to her question, I stood up, unbuckling my jeans, and then kicking them off before sitting down again. And just as she'd done, scooting my own chair out and away from the table, now sitting across from her. My proud prick standing hard and full at attention.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned aloud. Which is the way I'd long hoped to actually hear that word used. It was like music to my ears. I watched as her fingers dove deep inside her pussy, as though imagining them to be my cock, sliding into her like that. "You have no idea how often I have wondered...hoped to see, and feel that Jack. You truly have a beautiful hard cock!"

That was a first. I'd never heard it called beautiful before. Though I do recall one other woman saying something about it being a "nice one" or something like that. But never beautiful. And not like it was out of the ordinary either. Nice enough length, girth...and certainly firmness. Though I think the fairly good-sized head seemed to be a playful toy with the women for some reason.

"And you have nice..." I stammered slightly perhaps, though I was looking everywhere at once. My mind trying to sort out which, what...I should compliment, or comment on first.

"Say it out loud Jack," she giggled. "Tell me what you like looking at. I want to hear it. Do you like my titties?" She now asked holding them.

"Yes," I responded.

"Then say it."

"I like your...tits!" I spat, enjoying the sound of the words, which for some reason, seemed to run an additional tremor of thrill and desire down the length of my shaft.

"What else?" She pressed, one hand going back to her pussy, drawing my eyes down along with it as she did that.

"I like your...pussy," I leered at her. Meaning it. Though I saw her pout. "What?"

"You pet a pussy. Which is ok if we're just starting out. Then you can call it a pussy all you want to if you wish. But once it's like this. Once it's all nice, hot...throbbing and wet. It's not a pussy any more Jack. It's a cunt. It's a hungry, naughty, dirty, nasty little cunt if you will. Just like your prick isn't a prick any more when it's all hard and naughty like that, like it is now. Now it's a cock, just like my cunt. So tell me Jack...what is it that you like again?"

"I like your fucking cunt!"

"That's better," she grinned, and then sat back, playing with her cunt and tits in ways I had never seen before.

I guess that's where it all started. The beginning of it. The beginning of this. But I don't want to get ahead of myself here. It's a long story, and I mean to tell it. Just how it happened, and why. Maybe then you'll understand everything. I know at first I didn't. But now I do. But that's when I think the real me came out. Just as it had for Joy.

In all the years I'd been married to Cindy, I had never seen her masturbate, not really. Sure, I had on some few rare occasions gotten her to touch herself for me while I watched, like for thirty seconds if that. And even then, it was going through the motions, not actually getting or feeling any pleasure from it. Did she ever masturbate? Probably, but it wasn't something she would share with me, or even discuss. Anytime I told her I had, just to see if it would arouse or interest her, she seemed to take offense by it instead. Almost as though by having done so, I had cheated her out of something. So sitting here across from Joy, watching her like I was now, was probably one of the most memorable days of my entire life. The fact that she could be so free in doing so. So vocal, so uninhibited, so lusty. It was a thrill beyond imagination. And all the while, sitting there not just stroking...but seriously playing with my own "cock" for her.

"Cum on me Jack," she had asked with a sultry tone of voice that I had never heard before. "I want you to spray all that sweet hot juice all over my cunt. I want to use it to get myself off with Jack, while you watch me. While you watch me teasing my own clit with your hot creamy spunk."

I stood up, like a Zombie, still fisting my prick, and stepped towards her, almost aiming it. Her face was flushed, her breath growing quicker now as she waited on me. Her fingers spreading her labia, exposing even more of those slick, pink inner depths. I'm not exactly a 'clit connoisseur' or anything. But I knew for sure that Joy's clit was a lot bigger than Cindy's had been, as well as any other women I had ever been with. It was fascinating to look at, seeing that tiny little shaft so hard and so swollen as she stretched her lips even more. Like a miniature little cock, I could see it throb as I closed the distance between us. My shaft now only a foot away as I stood there in front of her.

"Do it Jack. Cum for me. Squirt on me. Spray my cunt with your cream Jack. I need it now. I want it. I want to cum for you. NOW!"

And just like that, I was pumping out what felt like a gallon of cum, fascinated at my own copious discharge as streamer after streamer of hot flying spunk crossed the distance between us. In seconds, the entire opening of her luscious quim seemed to be drenched and covered with my white sticky spunk.

And then true to her word, she too was cumming. Watching her, literally looking into her open eyes as she came, as she came looking into mine, was the most erotic thing I had ever seen before in my entire life.

There was a brief moment of awkwardness. Not for her. For me. I was basically on uncharted waters here, and had no idea as to the protocol for something like this. But Joy seemed to be well ahead of me on that as well. She stood...holding out her hand to me, which I quickly accepted, pulling her up, drawing her into my arms were we kissed for the first time. It was long, passionate, and lusty. Already I could feel the quiver of renewed desire surging through me.

"Come on Jack. We need a shower...and a chat," she said simply. And then still holding onto my hand, led me up stairs towards her bedroom and bath.

If I'd been expecting more to happen as we showered, I couldn't have been more wrong. Yeah, we washed one another, head to toe. Which was intimate in it's own right. Once again something I had never really done with Cindy either. But even then as we washed one another, there was no real attempt at trying, or attempting to arouse one another as we did. I don't know why I sensed this, or seemed to know. Perhaps it was the way she began washing me that hinted it wasn't to be...not yet anyway. That and the fact Joy felt it was very important for us to have a nice long chat first...about "things" as she put it.

As I said. We'd already planned a nice little evening dinner together for later. Something we were both looking forward to. And perhaps more so now. But I also knew that Joy had something on her mind, questions and concerns perhaps, which I did as well. We'd obviously crossed a line here, and I think we were both wondering just how far we had stepped over it...and would we continue on from there?

After showering and dressing, I followed Joy outside to the coolness of her shaded patio where we again sat down with cold drinks this time. And though she was smiling, I couldn't help but feel there was a concern of sorts on her face as she looked at me, and then began speaking.

"That was nice. And that was really fun," she began. "But.."

Here it was. The 'but'. I'd been half expecting it.

"But what?" I quite naturally asked. Again she smiled, though continuing.

"The but is this Jack. You've now seen a particular side of me that you haven't seen before. And now that you have, you need to know...I'm not one to put that particular cat back into the sack so to speak. As you've already witnessed, when I'm aroused...when I'm horny...I like to express that. I'm vocal about it, because it further arouses me. I like to do things, see things, talk about things...openly. That's who I am, and who I've always been. And nothings going to change that. If we're going to continue on, and take this any further...then you need to be aware of that." Now I was smiling.

"I don't have any problems with that," I said honestly.

"I'm glad to hear you say that," she responded, "but there's more I need to say as well."

I settled back in my chair, letting her know she had my full and undivided attention here.

"We already have a great friendship Jack. Something I have come to appreciate and rely on. And I don't want anything to happen that would jeopardize that."

"Ah oh," I thought. "Here's the real but to all this!"

"So you need to know," she continued. "Our friendship comes first. Period. The sex, and I hope there will be lots and lots of that. Is just that. Something fun and special yes. But it's just sex Jack. I don't want, or need any long-term commitment because of it. I don't want you to feel like it will ever be anything more than that. I don't want...or expect you to stop seeing other women, and I certainly don't want any secrets, or obstacles to suddenly come between us. I couldn't live with that, or accept that. Like I said Jack, our friendship is far more important to me than anything else."

Admittedly I was a little relieved, though a little confused to. I knew that neither one of us was in a position, or wanting anything of a more permanent nature, especially this soon...for either of us. So hearing that was indeed a bit of relief. But I also knew, that I really had no desire to see or date anyone else either, though I didn't address that with her, content to simply sit and listen, and pretty much agree to everything she was telling me.

"I am who I am Jack. And though you've only seen a little bit of that side of me, I like to do naughty, nasty things Jack. I like to have fun. I want to feel sultry at times, nasty at others. I like to express myself, as you've seen. I don't like holding back, and I don't like it when someone else does either Jack. Can you understand what it is I'm telling you here? Is that something you can accept from me, out of me if we're to continue on with anything else?"

"I haven't heard anything that would cause me any problems," I assured her. "If anything, I would find that sort of openness refreshing."

"Be careful of what you ask for," she said slyly, grinning. "I've already gone far too long living a lie, and suffering because of it. Something I now refuse to do any longer. You need to expect the unexpected from me Jack. Just as I hope to see happen with you. I think we can have a wild, exciting time with one another Jack. And as long as neither one of us throws any jealous restraints or commitments on one another that would jeopardize or destroy our friendship, then I think you and I are going to get along just fine."

At the moment, I was one happy camper. And after everything she had said, I was just as pleased to find myself sitting there with one hell of an erection. And I thought it was a good time, and perhaps a good way to show her that I was just as open with this as she was. So I told her so. Told her I had a nice hard cock waiting for her if she wanted it.

"What I want at the moment, is for you to come over here, and then cum all over my face."

That was another first for me. And I happily accepted her invitation.

We had actually parted company shortly after that. Each of us with a "things to do list" that needed attending to before dinner. Joy had gone shopping for a list of things she needed, and I had some general household cleaning to do, which I'd been putting off. Now for some reason, I felt it was important to tidy things up just a bit. I couldn't imagine that whatever 'sex-capades' we became involved in would all be happening at her place.

I had just come back from picking up a few bottles of wine to go along with dinner, and the evening, when the phone rang. Once again it was no surprise as to who was calling me. I even found myself somewhat excited, and expectant as I answered.

"Just wanted to tell you. Don't dress for dinner. Literally," I heard her say with a laugh, and then hung up the phone before I could respond to that. I stood, peering out the kitchen window that offered me an angled view across the way into her yard. Seconds later I saw her emerge from the house, carrying out a tablecloth and some cutlery as she set the table. Nude. I wondered briefly if tying a bow tie to my erect prick would be over the top.

"Nah," I surmised. If anything...it would prove to her in a very subtle way that I was up for whatever fun and games she had in mind without really having to say much. After neatly tying my bow tie, I grabbed up a couple of bottles of wine, and then headed on over to her place. Right on time. She laughed openly upon seeing me, taking one of the bottles of wine from me, handing me a corkscrew as she did.

"Pour us a glass," she said, all the while looking at my decorated prick appreciatively. "We'll have a drink first before starting dinner. I've planned a seven course meal for the evening," she announced, much to my surprise. Obviously, it was going to be a long evening. Though I had no real idea at the time how long, or just how wonderful it would prove out to be. I got the first hint of what was to come when she came out with two very small dinner salads.

"A toast!" I offered holding up my glass. She picked hers up holding it towards mine. "To good times."

"To fun times."

"To naughty times."

"To dirty times."

"To nasty times."

"I'll drink to that," she said finally sipping her drink, and then casually walked over, kneeling down on the grass in front of me. She quickly undid the bowtie, tossing it off to one side, and then engulfed me with her mouth. The feel of the cool wine inside her mouth surprised me as she bathed me with it before finally swallowing. Though even then she continued, kneeling there in front of me sucking my prick until I finally had to warn her off. It had felt way too good. And way to early for me to spoil her dinner plans that early. We ate our salads smiling and grinning at one another. Engaging in small talk until it was time for the next course. Some sort of delicate soup, aromatic, and delicious smelling, though she told me. "It actually needs to cool considerably before we consume it," she informed me. "So in the meantime..." Joy sat, one leg spread obscenely over the arm of the chair. Her pussy, winking at me expectantly. "Lick me until I'm almost there," she added. "Then you'll know that the soup is ready."

And so it began. I had quickly caught on to the feast ahead of us, already looking forward to the final course, still a considerable amount of time away. I settled myself down comfortably in front of her. Taking my time, savoring the delicacy now spread in front of me. That amazing clit of hers already beckoning towards me as I tentatively flicked out my tongue, lapping it. She moaned. A good sign as I did so again. And again hearing her moan, and mewls of delight as I lapped away at her cunt like a cat drinking milk.

"Soups ready," she announced, forcing my head away. "And so am I," she winked as I stood up, retaking my seat. Already looking forward to the next course. And so it went. Each of us taking turns before each serving. So perfectly timed, and so perfectly erotic. Seeing her, feeling her as she gingerly lapped away at my prick. The feel of her mouth surrounding the head so delicately, yet so firmly...sucking it, pulling on it with her lips until I felt the undeniable desire of release warning me. It was as if she knew however, stopping just in time, and then taking her time as I calmed. Refilling our glasses, and then disappearing for a moment only to reemerge with the next course. And so...it was my turn again. And I found myself far more hungry for her cunt than I was for food. I brought her close, over and over again, just as she had done with me.

The two of us on razors edge as we finally consumed the perfectly small portion of stuffed chicken she'd prepared earlier. "And now for dessert," she announced wickedly. Clearing away the last of whatever dishes remained before disappearing inside the house once again, emerging moment's later. She carried a small silver tray with a can of whipping cream on it. I watched fascinated, curious...and aroused as she deftly climbed onto the table, laying down, spreading herself, and almost simultaneously taking the can, spraying her cunt liberally with the sweet succulent cream. "Fuck me!" She announced. "Fuck me hard...fast...and mean," she stated seriously. It was the best desert I'd ever been served.

I had never fucked a pussy...or rather a cunt, that wet, that juicy before. It was almost comical at times, trying to keep it in as slick as she was. But that was half the fun of it...for both of us. Sliding in, sliding out, slipping in, slipping out. The sounds of her cream, my cream, the whipping cream all of it mingled together, merely adding to the pure decadent delight of our coupling, our fucking. Noisy as we were, I was only half worried of being overheard by anyone else. Though the placement of our properties almost perfect against that happening. A high wall separating her place from the neighbors place on that side. A good quarter acre of lawn between their place and hers beyond that. And then distance enough between my place, and the neighbors next to me, though at the moment, they were away on vacation anyway...leaving us with more than enough privacy to call out at the top of our lungs if we wanted to. And very nearly did.

Though I fucked her hard and fast, just as she wanted, there were times and moments that I slowed, savoring in that as well. She would turn, now bent over, pressed against the table. Her large magnificent breasts pressing against it. My hands cupping them from time to time in that way. My cock now slowly moving in and out from behind, sometimes thrusting, sometimes grinding...sometimes teasing as best I could as I skewered her like vegetables on the stick. I then sat her to fuck her. The table at perfect height. My cock buried deep inside her cunt. Her hands about my neck, my hands kneading the flesh of her breasts, tweaking and toying with the hardness of her nipples. I could almost swear she was fucking me with her clit as much as I was fucking her with my hard stiff cock. We locked eyes, never looking away. Lost in one another's souls as ecstasy, passion, and desire consumed us...overwhelmed us.

"I love the way you fuck me," she purred.

"I love the way you fuck," I answered back.

"I love the feel of your cock inside me," she moaned, thrusting herself down on me.

"I love the feel of your cunt around me," I said grinding, pressing, and then slamming into her forcefully.

"I love seeing your face when you cum."

"I love seeing yours," I agreed. "And I love hearing you when you do too," I added.

"Then hear me now Jack," she demanded. "Fuck me hard, mean and fast," she said once again. "Hear me...see me...cum for you!"

I pounded into her with every ounce of strength I had left. With every fiber of my being until I virtually felt her cunt liquefy in spasmodic release. Her cry of unbridled delight and ecstasy splitting the air. And this time I really did wonder if the neighbors had heard us, as my own cry of delight was now added to hers, my cock pulsating, releasing, and pouring a torrent of cum cream deep inside that wanton pussy of hers.

Just as I said, it was only the beginning. Things settled down into a sort of routine after that. But it wasn't the kind of routine that you grew bored with, or really accustomed to. Joy was usually full of all kinds of surprises. But aside from the wild adventurous sex we had and enjoyed, there was the other side as well. We lived our lives as friends and neighbors. We didn't spend every waking moment with one another, nor our free time as well either. We did things, went about doing things...without seeing one another, sometimes for days, but never beyond two or three if that. And then when we did, when we wanted...needed, we came together in uninhibited and delightful ways, the likes of which I had never experienced before.

I continued to golf every Sunday of course, and surprisingly kept my new and delightful sex-life to myself. The guys still teased, sometimes chided me and coaxed me into start dating again, to which I'd usually respond with a pump of my fist up and down. "Unlike two of you," I had challenged. "I don't have to pay any support money to this!" That usually ended any further discussions.
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