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I was out in my front yard watering my plants when I saw a red Toyota pull into my neighbor's driveway. A U-haul truck followed the car and parked along the curb. I stared, as a gorgeous young woman, long blonde hair tied in a pony tail, struggled out of the car. She was wearing really short shorts and my eyes wandered to her crotch and the fabric tightened against her pussy, revealing slim white thighs. She straightened and walked towards the truck, tugging on her denim shorts. I got a hard on just watching this scene unfold. She was wearing a sleeveless white tank top and my eyes zoomed in on her bouncing breasts. Her ass and breasts were a contrast to her slim body. As she neared the truck, a young man jumped out and gave her a tight hug and they turned around and stood gazing at the house for a long time.

 

It was obvious they were the new owners and very proud of their acquisition. I smiled at their youthful enthusiasm and watched briefly as they began to kiss, right there on the driveway. I didn't want to seem rude and so I reluctantly turned my attention to my watering chore. To his credit I must say that the guy looked hot too, quite tall and well built. Through the corner of my eye I saw them disappear into the house. It was around almost four o'clock on a hot Sunday afternoon and I knew they would spend the rest of the evening unloading their stuff.

 

As I was about to go back in I saw them come out and head towards the truck. I decided I had to be a good neighbor and welcome them.

 

I waved and smiled at them, Hi, welcome to the neighborhood.

 

They turned around, saw me and waved back. While the guy was busy opening the truck's rear door and pulling out the ramp, the girl walked over to my yard. She extended her hand, Hi, I am Brandi Cooper. And that's my husband Timothy.

 

I looked at my hand which was dirty, since I had been pulling weeds all afternoon, and hesitated.

 

She laughed and said, It's alright. My hands are dirty too since I have been loading the truck all morning.

 

I laughed I am John Miller. And I already like you, my lovely neighbor. She blushed at this sudden compliment and before she could drop her hand I grabbed it and squeezed it real hard. She seemed surprised but let me hold it a bit longer than was necessary.

 

It's so hot. Can you tell me where the nearest gas station is? I'd like to buy some cold beer for Timmy. He's been sweating it out the past two days. And we are completely out.

 

If you don't mind, why don't you help yourself from my fridge? I have some Coors Light, if that's okay with him.

 

She smiled, That's his favorite too!

 

I laughed, I see Timmy and I have similar tastes! What about you?

 

She hesitated, I love white wine but I don't want to be a bother. I will grab a couple of cold beers for him and later go shopping to stock up our bar.

 

I pushed open my door and went inside. Brandi hesitated at the door and I said, Come on in. See if you can find anything for you as well. I have some sodas. Maybe that'll help cool you off.

 

She walked in, her eyes taking in the furnishings. You do have good taste, I see. Maybe I should let you pick stuff for us too. She laughed and continued, Seriously, I am impressed with your interior decoration. Is your wife home?

 

I hesitated, I am single now. We went through a divorce almost a year ago.

 

I am sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

 

It's okay. It was my fault anyway.

 

I am sorry for bringing up sad memories.

 

Actually, I am better off now. Although I felt guilty at first, as time passed I realized that I did myself a favor.

 

Did you love her?

 

Yes we were very much in love. Very much like you and Timmy, from what I have seen of you both so far.

 

Thank you, John. We simply adore each other. We cannot keep our hands off each other. She almost bit her tongue as she said this and her face turned crimson.

 

I laughed, Yes, I noticed that too. And I let my eyes roam over her body as she blushed and turned to admire a painting on the wall.

 

How long have you been married? I asked.

 

Almost three years now. I am twenty one and he's twenty four. He's got a nice job and now it's my turn to go to college. I am planning to do my Masters, since we can afford it now.

 

She switched the subject back to me, Do you have kids?

 

No we were married for ten years and that was one of the problems.

 

Was she infertile? Brandi again apologized, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have asked that!

 

I would have been happy if that were the case. She was not infertile, she was frigid.

 

Oh. I am sorry, she said lamely.

 

Yes, it was a constant issue between us, right from the get go.

 

So you divorced her because she was frigid?' Her tone had turned slightly sarcastic.

 

No, she divorced me because she caught me in bed with her sister Megan.

 

For some reason I didn't want my new neighbors to think of me as a playboy, cheating on his wife, so I continued, My wife and I never had sex during our entire marriage. My wife has a job that requires her to travel a lot and so does mine. So it was not so difficult for me to hang in there. I never cheated on her even though I did have plenty of opportunities. But when Megan moved in with us temporarily, things changed. It was an affair waiting to happen. She knew her sister was frigid and broached the subject with me one day when my wife was away. Ten years is a long time and when Megan kissed me, I couldn't hold back any longer. Heck, I was a sexually starved man, nearing forty, and a girl in her twenties was throwing herself at me. How am I supposed to walk away from that? We were very careful and carried on an affair for a few months before we were busted.

 

I am sorry. Are you dating anyone now? How about Megan, now that you're free?

 

I am a pilot and travel a lot. I don't want to get into a relationship where I cannot spend time with a girl. And my wife's only condition for a smooth divorce was that I should never see her sister again. Sibling rivalry, I suppose. I have kept up that promise.

 

That's very nice of you but I do feel sorry for you.

 

Thank you for listening. This is the first time I have talked about this and I didn't realize voicing your pain could actually give you so much relief.

 

Well, Timmy must be wondering what's taking so long. Thank you for the beer and see you around soon.

 

As she walked out, my eyes followed the sway of her ass, my joystick pushing against my shorts. When she reached the door she turned, smiled, and said, You are a very handsome man. I think you should go out there and make some women happy. Why deny yourself what you have wited ten years for?

 

I smiled hand said, You are very sweet and caring Brandi. I will certainly think about it.

 

She quickly stepped back into the hallway, gave me a hug, and whispered, And I don't believe you're forty!

 

With that she hurriedly swayed out of the room leaving me with dirty thoughts and a horny cock. I knew it was just an innocent remark, intended to make me feel better, but try as might, I could not shake of my longing to fuck that young girl. Deprived of sex for almost a year, it was difficult for me to accept the fact that Brandi was happily married to a stud any woman would drool over and that my chances with her were slim to none.

 

As darkness settled in, I decided I needed a drink, Scotch on the rocks. Not just one but several to help me come to grips with reality.

 

As I was sipping my fourth shot, I heard the front door bell ring. I was surprised when I saw Timmy at the door.

 

He stepped in and apologized, Hi John, I am Timothy, your new neighbor. I am sorry for bothering you again. We were trying to take a large cabinet inside and it got stuck in the doorway. The only way I can get it past the doorway is by removing the door. I misplaced my entire tool set. I was hoping you'd be able to lend me yours for a few minutes.

 

Of course, Timmy. Please feel free to take what you want.

 

Maybe it was the whisky and the thought of seeing that girl again that made me say, If you need me to help you unload, I would be more than happy to help.

 

He was silent for a few seconds before saying, Actually I could use some help. My wife is tired; she's been helping all day. But she insists that we unload the truck tonight itself so that she can start putting things is place tomorrow when I am at work.

 

I don't know why I got a hard on when Timmy said that. The fact that I was free the next two days and the thought that Brandi was going to be by herself tomorrow began to arouse me. I knew nothing was going to happen but there was a chance of seeing her when she was by herself and that made me feel horny.

 

Would you like a drink, Timmy?

 

What are you drinking?

 

Scotch.

 

Sure, God knows I need it. And thanks for the beer. I poured him a generous shot and handed the glass to him. He gulped it down fast and said, Thanks, let's go.

 

I went to my garage, picked up my tool kit and after locking my door, headed over to their house.

 

As soon as I entered their house, Brandi came up to me with a genuine smile and gave me hug. If she kept doing this, I might offer to unload the damn truck all by myself. She had changed into her pajamas - pink bottoms with a matching silk top. Her nipples were pushing against her top and it was obvious that she was not wearing anything underneath. The v-neck simply added to the excitement.

 

As soon as I saw the cabinet I knew that they had pushed it in wrong. Together, Timmy and I pulled it pulled it out and then maneuvered it at an angle that made it easy to slip past the doorway.

 

Wow. Timmy and I have been trying to get in for almost an hour now.

 

Well, in my younger days I used to deliver washer dryers and refrigerators to homes. Those skills come in handy at times like this.

 

After that Timmy and I worked steadily for an hour before the truck was completely unloaded. I insisted on carrying some of the stuff that had to go upstairs so that the first floor had some room to move around. They were both gushing with gratitude.

 

Brandi loves to cook and wanted to set up the kitchen first thing tomorrow. I don't know how to thank you, John.

 

If she's such a great cook, all she has to do is feed me occasionally and we'll call it even.

 

Brandi laughed, Careful. You may not like my cooking.

 

Why don't you let me be the judge? I will give you my honest opinion after getting a taste.

 

Timmy said, Why don't we order Pizza? I am hungry. John, do you know who delivers Pizza to this community?'

 

I pulled out my cell phone and called and he placed an order.

 

By the time we finished eating it was almost two in the morning. As I was leaving, Timmy shook my hands while Brandi moved closer to give me a hug. I was expecting it this time and when she came near, I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her against me, crushing her soft breasts against my hard chest. I had been in a constant state of arousal all evening as my eyes followed Brandi every time she leaned over, revealing her breasts or her ass. I rubbed my hardness against her thighs and said loudly, I am available all day tomorrow. If you need help, just call me. I looked into her eyes as I released her and saw a flush creep up her face. She said, I don't think I will need help but if I do I will call you.

 

That night I masturbated for the first time since I left high school.

 

I decided that I should stop building up my expectations and quit hanging around Brandi. The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I headed to the club, worked out a bit, and played a few tennis games. It was almost noon when I pulled into my garage. I was tired. All I wanted was to take a shower and hit the bed.

 

But as soon as I pulled in, my cell phone began to ring. It was Brandi. She must have been waiting for my return.

 

Hi Brandi, how is the unpacking going?

 

I am done with the kitchen. I just need to hook up the washer dryer and my fridge.

 

I hesitated, Do you need my help?

 

I hate to be a bother, John. Timmy is no good with these things. If you don't mind..? her voice trailed.

 

Give me half an hour. I need to take a shower.

 

I just ordered Chinese. It should be delivered about the time you get here. We can eat before you hook up my stuff.

 

You do know how to bribe a guy, don't you? I laughed.

 

She giggled, Especially if they are single.

 

Yes, that's true. We fall for it every time.

 

I still don't have any beer for you. So please bring a few cans.

 

I sure will. And I think I have a bottle of White Zinfandel. I will grab that too.

 

I don't think I should be drinking. Especially if you want me to help you. It doesn't take much to get me drunk.

 

My cock stirred when she said that, much against my wishes. Her remarks seemed innocent, but my body reacted badly. We quickly said our byes and hung up.

 

I took a quick shower and on a whim, decided against wearing any underwear and pulled on my sweat pants. The bulge showed but my loose T shirt covered it up somewhat.

 

I grabbed a few cans of beer and her wine and went next door. She opened the door as I walked up the driveway and gave me that devastating smile. The moment I saw what she was wearing I knew I had to watch my step. The powder blue velour pajama hung low on her waist, hugging her soft round ass and revealing her smooth curves. She was wearing a matching sleeveless top with a plunging v-line. The top stopped a few inches above her navel, revealing her midriff. I loved that top -- it showed off the cleft from above and the soft swell from beneath. Her nipples were straining against the soft fabric. As soon as I stepped in she closed the door, bolted it, and turned around and gave me a hug. My arms went around and pulled her against me and said, You sure know how to bribe a single guy.

 

For a moment she seemed surprised by the tightness of my hug but relaxed quickly and laughed at my comment. Her face reddened as my hand caught her waist and crushed her against my throbbing cock.

 

She tried to hide her embarrassment by talking. I am so glad you came, John. I came over in the morning as soon as Timmy left for work but realized you were not home. I was kind of keeping an eye on your driveway hoping to catch you as soon as you showed up.

 

I was in no hurry to release her and the dialogue seemed to keep her distracted. I felt my cock rub against her pussy and she squirmed and quickly pulled away. My erection was obvious; even the loose T shirt could not prevent the tent from showing. She avoided looking at it; instead she looked me in the eye, Can you position the fridge first so that I can start stocking my stuff?

 

I walked into the kitchen, connected the water line and easily pushed the fridge into the nook and plugged it in. It began to purr softly. Brandi came over and hugged me from behind. I felt her soft breasts on my back but she moved away before I could turn around. It was good thing because I was in a state of constant erection and didn't want to scare her away.

 

I then started working on the washer dryer. As I worked, Brandi stood near me, ready to help me. Whenever she stooped low to pick up a tool or a screw, her pajamas would ride down, revealing her white ass. I could also see her breasts through the bottom of her top.

 

It did not take me long to hook the two machines up and when I was done, I held my arms open, in anticipation of her hug. She seemed to hesitate. Her eyes briefly glanced down at my bulge before looking away.

 

I casually moved closer. She stood still. I took her in my arms and held her tight. She moaned when my cock pressed against her soft mound. She involuntarily pressed back into me before pulling away. I let go of her reluctantly.

 

Thank you John for being such a big help. Her voice was sincere and so innocent. I began to feel guilty again because I was trying to seduce a happily married woman half my age.

 

Brandi, I can never get tired of helping you. I am so glad that you are my neighbor. She smiled gratefully.

 

The door bell rang and Brandi quickly adjusted her top which had kind of climbed up and tugged her pajamas back in position before answering the door. She paid the delivery guy and brought the food in.

 

We ate in silence. I opened a beer and asked her if she'd like some wine.

 

No not now. Maybe later. Her answer sounded a bit strained.

 

After lunch she asked me with some hesitation, Can I ask you to help me move some of this stuff upstairs? That way I can start getting the living room ready, now that I am done with the kitchen.

 

Of course, Brandi. Tell me what goes where and I'll take care of it.

 

But she was a good sport. She helped as much as she could. My erection had subsided and I was back to behaving like a normal person.

 

When we were in their master bedroom I noticed that their bed was still waiting to be assembled.

 

Where did you sleep last night? I asked pointing to the bed.

 

Oh we slept on the couch in the living room.

 

That must have been inconvenient I guess. Timmy is a big man.

 

She giggled, We didn't get much sleep anyway. I don't know what got into us, but we made love almost until dawn.

 

This was too much information for me. My mind visualized her naked on the couch with her legs spread wide and Timmy thrusting his cock in and out of her pink pussy. My cock began to throb again.

 

I guess this house is lucky for you guys.

 

She giggled like a school girl again, It must be. Timmy was more vigorous than usual.

 

I liked the way the conversation was progressing and egged her on, What do you mean?

 

She fell silent and I said, With us, it's usually me taking the lead, although I wish it were the other way. But last night, tired as he was, I expected him to fall asleep the moment he hit the couch but he seemed to like the way we had to curl up against each other in the confines of the couch. I don't need too much encouragement and so it was a lovely first night for us in our new home.

 

Megan was like that. She was always ready for a romp in the sack and it was hard for me to say no. She said she was tired of the boys and wanted a real man to fuck her. I stopped and apologized, I am sorry I didn't mean to be vulgar.

 

She giggled again, It's okay. It doesn't bother me.

 

Hey tell you what? Why don't I assemble your bed for you guys? That way you can make love in the comfort of your bed tonight.

 

You are too kind, my friend. But are you sure?

 

I don't mind doing it. But there is one condition.

 

She was startled, What is it? She whispered suspiciously.

 

You should drink some wine and keep talking to keep me entertained while I am working. Deal?

 

She seemed relieved and laughed, Of course, deal! Just don't give me too much if you want me to be entertaining. Deal?

 

By now she was sitting on the love seat in their master bedroom. She lifted one leg and straddled the arm of the love seat and lay back on the couch, her thighs spread apart. My eyes went straight to her crotch. The pajamas had tightened around her pussy, showing a healthy mound of flesh. I thought I noticed a spot of wetness on the sky blue fabric. My boy was squirming under my shorts.

 

Did your wife actually walk in on you and Megan when you were ....fucking? Her voice was very casual.

 

Yes. She was on top, bouncing like a jockey, naked as the day she was born when my wife walked in on us.

 

That's such a shame. She doesn't let you make love to her and she doesn't want you to seek relief elsewhere. How long did the affair go on before you got caught?'

 

Almost six months. That was the only fucking I got during my ten years of marriage.

 

I was walking around setting up the pieces of the bed, getting ready to assemble them. Every chance I got, I stared at her crotch. The spot of wetness that I had seen earlier had gotten much bigger. She avoided looking at me while she casually placed a hand over her pussy and let out a soft sigh at the contact. She stretched a bit, and sank back into the love seat, spreading her thighs wider.

 

As I reached for my beer, she asked, a glint in her eyes. Where is my wine that you promised?

 

I apologized and went downstairs, opened the bottle I had brought, poured it into a glass that I found inside one of the cabinets and silently walked back upstairs.

 

At the door I hesitated and leaned forward to peak at her hoping to catch her doing something sexy. She didn't disappoint me. She had pulled down her pajamas and was furiously rubbing her pussy. From where I stood, I could hear her moans and see her juices glistening on her fingers as she thrust them in and out.

 

I took a couple of steps back, cleared my throat and walked in with her glass of wine. She hurriedly pulled her pajamas up and sat up in the seat.

 

She took the wine and sipped it. That tastes great.

 

I wanted to give her some time to feel the effect of the wine and went back to assembling the bed. She watched me from her seat and I could sense a difference in her demeanor.

 

You are quite the handy man, John! I cannot believe you put the bed together so quickly.

 

I became bold enough to ask, Don't I get a hug?

 

Of course you deserve a hug. She stood up and came towards me with outstretched arms. I didn't pretend any more. I took her in my arms and squeezed her real tight. She seemed to like that. I slowly let me hands slide down her back till they were at her hips and eased my hands down her pajamas and firmly squeezed her soft ass. As I squeezed, I pulled her cheeks gently apart while grinding her against my throbbing cock.

 

She rested her face on my chest and relaxed. I was not sure how far I should go without knowing for sure that she was ready for me. I gently led her back to the seat and handed her the wine glass.

 

Did you date a lot before meeting Timmy?

 

She was silent for a moment before saying, Yes. But like Megan said, boys really don't know how to fuck. It was so frustrating that I finally stopped hanging out with them.

 

So is Timmy a good lover?

 

Yes, my Timmy is a good lover, Johnny. But I wouldn't call him my best lover.

 

Who was your best lover Brandi?

 

She hesitated and took a large sip from her glass. Paul. She said simply.

 

Who is Paul?

 

He is my dad's best friend. I have known him a long time. It was just after my eighteenth birthday. Paul's wife had passed on and he was kind of lonely and depressed. I went with my parents to visit him during my summer vacation. He lives in a huge ranch with horses and cattle and apple farms. I fell in love with the place. I wanted to stay a few more days but my parents wanted to leave. I asked them if they could come back for me after a couple of weeks. My dad asked Paul and he said he'd be more than glad to have my company and that he will take me back home after a couple of weeks.

 

I don't know when or how it happened. I mean until then I was his friend's daughter and he was my dad's best friend. But after a couple of days I asked him if he would teach me to ride a horse. I learned to ride but I also noticed that he had changed. His hugs became more intimate and one day we rode up the mountains and he stopped by a lovely lake. As the horses grazed and quenched their thirst, we sat down and ate apples and other fruits that we had picked on our way.

 

Suddenly he said, It's so hot out here. I am going to jump in the river and swim for a bit. Would you like to join me?

 

I was tempted. I love to swim, especially in rivers and lakes where the water is fresh, no chlorine. I hesitated, 'I wish you had told me earlier. I would have brought my swim suit.'

 

He said, 'There is no one around for miles. We don't need swim suits.'

 

I was aghast but he went ahead and stripped his jeans and boxers, jumped in and started swimming to the other side of the lake. I watched him as he swam with powerful strokes. For a man his age, he was in great shape. It didn't take me long to follow him. I had never done anything like this before but the moment I hit the water I began to relax. I started swimming towards him. Only when I reached him did I feel conscious of being naked although he could not see me under water.

 

Paul pointed to a rock and asked me to race him. I beat him but just barely. I could tell he kept his body in great shape. We swam around for sometime before we decided to head back. I quickly pulled on my jeans and shirt, with my back to him. The white shirt was soaked in a moment from the wetness of my hair and my breasts were showing through. And for the first time in my life I was embarrassed of my huge nipples. They were sticking out like erasers.

 

As usual he helped me mount my horse. I felt his hand cup my breasts as he hoisted me on to the saddle. The gentle squeeze sent shivers through my body. His fingers ever so slightly caressed my jutting nipples and I felt hot and wet between my legs.

 

That night as I lay reading a book, I heard him knock on my door. I let him in. His eyes roamed over my body before looking up at my face. He said, 'Brandi, I know this is wrong, but can I ask you a personal question?'

 

'Of course, Paul.'

 

'Are you a virgin?'

 

I was shocked and didn't know what to say. He just sat there patiently, waiting for me to find my voice.

 

'No, I am not.' My face went crimson even as I said that.

 

He seemed relieved. 'If you felt what I felt back there at the lake, I want you to come to my room. If I read the signals wrong, I apologize and assure you that you have nothing to worry from me.' With that he turned and left the room.

 

I was confused. My dad's best friend was asking me to sleep with him. And I realized that ever since he squeezed my breasts, I was kind of aroused too.

 

I lay there for a long time but the ache between my legs wouldn't go away. I got up and went to his room and in hind sight, I am glad I did.

 

Why do you say that, Brandi? I asked.

 

Paul is a great lover. He quickly found all my hot spots and made me feel like a woman. He was gentle at times and wild during other times. I was his sex slave, hoping he would never stop fucking me. At the end of the two weeks, I really didn't want to leave but had no choice. I was ready to marry him, if he proposed. But he was a practical man, very mature and explained to me why I had to leave. My father's friendship mattered to him more than anything else.

 

What happened then?

 

Well, I met Timmy and fell in love and married him. But it'll never be the same.

 

Is Tammy not man enough for you? He looks like a prize stud that women will drool over.

 

Looks can be deceiving. He likes to make gentle love. I am not complaining but occasionally I crave for a man like Paul who'll fuck for his pleasure. Use the woman to satisfy his own carnal desires. Make her his slave and fuck her till she begs him to stop.

 

I noticed, as Brandi was talking, she had absently slipped her hand inside her pajamas and was rubbing her pussy. I lifted her glass to her lips and she gratefully took a sip without a break in her rhythm.

 

Brandi, can I ask you a personal question?

 

She looked up with surprise, Of course, John.

 

Have you ever cheated on Timmy?

 

She was silent for a moment. Yes, I have. Her voice was barely audible.

 

Paul?

 

Yes.

 

Would you like to talk about it?

 

A year after we got married, he invited us over to his ranch for a weekend visit. I didn't want to go but Timmy had seen photos of the ranch and had heard my father talk about it. He insisted we go. And we did.

 

What happened?

 

Paul and I went riding. Timmy doesn't ride horses. So he stayed back. Paul took me to the lake and asked me to swim naked with him. I didn't hesitate a moment. We fooled around in the water for a long time. On the way back we stopped at one of his guest houses.

 

As we sat in the bedroom, he asked me, 'Would you regret it if I made love to you, now that you are married?'

 

I said, 'I won't regret it if you'll fuck me like you did before. I get enough of gentle love making from my Timmy. I missed you, Paul.'

 

My boldness drove him crazy with desire and he fucked me until I lost count of my orgasms.

 

Lucky old man. I said.

 

Lucky me I would say. She responded.

 

Do you regret it?'

 

Actually no. I learned recently that Timmy has a secret of his own.

 

What's that?

 

We watch porn occasionally. He seems to enjoy stories where the wife gets fucked by a friend while the hubby watches.

 

Does he know about Paul?

 

Yes, he knows Paul and I had sex just before I met Timmy.

 

When did you tell him this?'

 

When we were dating. And he knows how much I enjoyed his fucking.

 

Yet he took you to the ranch?

 

I have thought about that too. Maybe he was living his fantasy, although he couldn't watch.

 

Did he ever ask you about it?

 

No, but it was after that visit that he began to watch those kinds of movies and insisted that I watch them with him. To his credit I'd say that he did perform much better after watching a movie. Maybe he's trying to tell me something.

 

Brandi was fingering her pussy openly by now. I knelt in front of her and pulled her pajamas down and buried my face between her juice drenched thighs. She moaned and pushed my head deeper. I ran my tongue over that young pussy and she said, Fuck me, Johnny. I can't wait anymore.

 

I dropped my shorts and lowered myself into her eager pussy. I fucked her like a man possessed. Her moans got louder and her body arched with every orgasm she had.

 

When I finally came, I collapsed on her and held her tight as her body shook with her orgasm.

 

As I lay there stroking the soft silky hair, she whispered, John, I am glad you are my neighbor. I need someone like you to fuck me occasionally. I know Timmy is ready to come clean with his desire to see me fucked by another man. And I think he's already getting comfortable with you. Last night he kept saying how lucky we were to find a neighbor like you. It's just a matter of time before you can fuck me even when he's around.

 

All this got me hard again. I gently pushed my cock into her pussy again and she writhed in ecstasy. I kept pounding into her, faster and faster until she shuddered and begged me to stop. It took me along time to come again, but when I did, Brandi began to slowly calm down and while still in my arms, feel asleep.

 

I left here there, naked and wet with my cum in her pussy and went home. I knew Brandi would want Timmy to find her like that to speed up my crowning as her favorite stud.

 

Early next morning Timmy called, Thank you for helping Brandi yesterday. She was fast asleep on the love seat but she woke up as I came in and didn't let me go back to sleep until way past midnight. And she said it was all because of you. Now that she has her kitchen all ready, she wants to cook for you to show her appreciation. If you have no plans for tonight, will you join Brandi and me for dinner and maybe watch a movie afterwards. I have some fascinating DVDs that might interest you.

 

I decided to help him come clean. No point in delaying the inevitable. Timmy, I never imagined I would get such wonderful friends like you and your wife. I will bring a bottle of my finest scotch to celebrate our new found intimacy. Don't blame me if I try to get you drunk and seduce your sexy young wife right in front of you. She's a hottie!

 

May the best man win, is all I can say! he laughed as he hung up the phone.

 

 

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