Our new neighbours moved in less than a week ago, and while I haven't had time to connect with them yet, you have already been round to chat with the wife, Melissa (or 'Mel'). You seem to like her and she has told you a lot of personal background about her and Michael (or 'Mike').

I don't know, but I assume you have been equally open about us because you say that Mel has christened us the 'Spicy' couple, partly because of our initials (S+P, for Simon and Patti) and partly because she apparently thinks we're 'hot', although she is much younger than us.

I laugh when you tell me this and ask what we should call them. You have already decided this, and immediately say 'Sweeties', because of their initials (M+M). It all seems innocuous enough, but I do wonder what else the two of you discussed, because I am well aware that two women alone can be somewhat indiscreet, to say the least. Anyway, I will never know what has passed between you.

Hallowe'en is approaching and you seem keen for us to 'celebrate', but quite what we're celebrating, I'm not sure! In connivance with Mel, who I have yet to meet, you have arranged for us all to go to a party at a nightclub in town, and the tickets are already bought. Expensive, but there is a free bar.

I resist a little when you say that we have to dress in costume for the party, but you show me some options online and I agree to a very conservative, classic 'Dracula' costume, on condition that you go as a 'Sexy Nun', with a very short habit and a silver crucifix to try to keep me at bay.

You tell me later that Mel and Mike are going as an 'Evil Nurse', and as the 'Grim Reaper', complete with a cardboard 'scythe'.

We all meet up at last, a couple of days before the event, and I find Mel very much more attractive than I had expected. I can imagine her already, as an 'Evil Nurse', in a bloodied short white dress, with black stocking tops showing below. She is blonde, in contrast to your rich black hair, but equally shapely; perhaps a little bigger in the bust? She is young and lively, and with a bubbly personality. I think I would enjoy her company.

Mike is a large man, with a slight paunch, and obviously well-funded. I gather he works in some mysterious 'financial' role in the City, so I privately think that the 'Grim Reaper' is a suitable guise. I do not warm to him, especially when he tries to impress us with talk of all the 'conferences' he attends in luxurious, far-away places, and the 'deals' he does. Mel also looks very bored at all this, and I wonder if she is a 'trophy wife' to be produced when necessary, to bolster his reputation amongst similarly superficial colleagues.

We tell our own stories too. In brief, I have retired early and feel financially 'comfortable', partly because I value quality of life over bank balance. You are of a similar age to me, but with a very much more outgoing personality, and an artistic lifestyle. You are also very sexually adventurous, though always in concert with me.

On the evening of Hallowe'en, we meet up at our house, already in full costume, to share a cab into town. I find it all rather bizarre, but I must admit that the 'Sexy Nun' outfit does you proud, and Mel plays the 'Evil Nurse' to perfection. She struts around on high heels, and hitches her bloodied white skirt as high as possible, to emphasise the pale thighs above her black stocking tops. Both you and she are wearing heavy makeup, including red eyeshadow and black lipstick; you both look stunning.

You insist on white face paint for me, and the obligatory plastic 'fangs', but Mike escapes with very little such attention, mainly because his face and body are largely hidden under the long black cape of the 'Grim Reaper'.

Suffice it to say that we have a riotous evening out, and drink far, far too much. I suspect that Mike also indulges in other 'substances' which add to the effects of the booze, and we all have to carry him to a cab to take us home. We arrive back at our house in the early hours, still costumed and merry, but our drunkenness is fading a little, while Mike is still very much the worse for wear.

We invite them in for a reviving coffee, and Mel accepts enthusiastically, while Mike slumps into an armchair, and is soon fast asleep, with his scythe propped up against him. I look around and can't help wondering at the surreal scene in our living room. The Grim Reaper is asleep in our armchair, a Sexy Nun and an Evil Nurse are gossiping intently and drunkenly on the sofa, while 'Dracula' is trying to make coffee. Eventually, I give up, as no one seems very interested, and I sit on the floor against the sofa, listening to your female gossip.

It still amazes me quite how forthright two women can be, especially after a few drinks, but I have witnessed it before. Even though I am sitting at your feet, you are telling Mel about our sex life in some detail, while she is bemoaning the lack of her own. While I am pleased that you seem to be genuinely satisfied with our life, it is a bit disconcerting to hear you describe how I go down on you, and how much you love me to fuck you. It seems you are proud of me, and for a moment, I wonder whether I am a 'trophy husband' to be paraded in front of your girlfriends!

I try to break up your tete-a-tete by sitting alongside you on the sofa, and Mel moves, somewhat unsteadily, to sit on the floor at Mike's feet. She fails to rouse him from his stupor though and asks if the two of them can crash here for the night. We say they are welcome if they don't mind us just carrying on as normal.

She chuckles lasciviously and says, “Of course, it's your home, you do whatever you want! Just ignore us.”

She dozes quietly at Mike's feet, and I can't help noticing that her stockinged legs are parted to reveal, above her pale thighs, a shaven pussy hiding in the shadows of her mini-skirt. It is very arousing, despite all the booze, and I think you notice what is happening.

You turn my head towards you and say, “Simon, you have a sexy Nun to fuck. Don't be distracted by the Nurse!”

I duly concentrate on the sexy wife alongside me, who is clearly aroused too. We cuddle closely and our hands explore each other. I reach under your short habit to pull your brief panties loose from under your ass, and throw them aside. I do not realise that they land on Mel, and wake her from her doze.

I am exploring your pussy with my fingers, while you remove my plastic fangs and kiss me deeply, smearing your lipstick around my mouth. The fangs are also tossed in Mel's direction. She is secretly paying close attention to us now, and watching our every move.

You grasp my head and push me down towards your pussy, while stretching back on the sofa. I notice now that Mel is stirring and inching closer to us, while her hand plays with the naked pussy under her costume. Conscious that I am being watched now, I spread your thighs in front of me (and Mel), to demonstrate how I lick your pussy lips, teasing them apart with the tip of my tongue, then licking up to your clit, which is already trying to uncover itself. You have a long and prominent clit, when you become aroused.

Now you stand and turn to push me back down onto the sofa, hitching your habit even higher, to allow your thighs to straddle my hips. Finally you pull your habit over your head, to reveal your naked breasts, which you press to my face. I duly and enthusiastically lick and suck your breasts, spreading your pussy juices and my saliva over your nipples, which now point hard and erect against my mouth, as I squeeze and massage them.

Now you look over your shoulder, and it becomes clear that you are aware of Mel's presence. I wonder briefly whether all this has been part of some pre-planned conspiracy between you, but to be honest, I don't care if it is!

You say, quietly, “Would you like to join us now, Mel?” I hear movement, and it becomes clear that Mel has agreed.

You look down at my face between your breasts and say, “I think the Nurse is ready to see you now, Simon. She wants to give you an oral examination.”

You shuffle up my body, to press your pussy towards my face, while I feel hands groping my thighs, reaching for my belt, undoing it, and easing my trousers down to my ankles. I think I hear a slight gasp as my briefs are also eased down, and my cock emerges. All that I can actually see is your beautifully-trimmed pussy, opening like a flower in front of my eyes, but now I can certainly feel Mel's lips on my cock, and her hands cupping my balls.

I feel her mouth engulf the head of my cock, and the extreme suction she applies to it, while one hand strokes firmly up and down the shaft, and the other continues to play with my balls. Meanwhile, I continue to lick and suck your clit, and my fingers probe inside you, moving in and out and twisting around.

You are clearly enjoying my attentions, and Mel takes a pause from sucking my cock to say, “You know, I've always dreamt of being sucked by a handsome vampire, Patti!”

You say, “He is very good at it, Mel. Would you like to exchange places for a while?”

“Don't mind me!” I say as you join forces to roll me onto the floor, and both of you stand above me.

I can see you almost completely naked above me, your swollen pussy puffed out below your trimmed black bush. Alongside you, I can see up the short skirt of the 'Nurse', beyond the stocking tops to the shaved and waxed pussy, which Mel is now casually stroking while she looks down at the cock she has just relinquished from her mouth.

“God, Patti,” says Mel, “I've fancied Simon since I first saw him when we moved in, and everything you've told me since has only made me hotter for him. Will you let him eat me out right now?”

I say, “Do whatever you want, girls!”

In my excitement and impatience, I probably speak a little too loudly, and Mike stirs in the armchair, but thankfully, he does not wake.

Mel swallows hard, hitches up her skirt even higher, spreads her thighs wide, and squats above my face. I am very impressed with the waxed pussy presented to me between the black stockings and pale thighs. It is a thing of beauty, I think, well-befitting a young 'trophy wife' and I cannot wait to explore its wrinkles, layers and inner depths. While she presents herself to my mouth and hands, you straddle my hips, and your pussy lips now straddle my cock, already wet with Mel's saliva.

“Show her how well you eat me, Simon,” you say, “but I need you to fuck me now, while you do!”

I just lie on the floor while you force my hard cock up and inside your open vagina, and groan as you move relentlessly up and down on me. I reach up inside Mel's skirt to hold her ass and pull her forwards to my mouth. Her outer pussy lips open of their own accord, and I can see her pink inner lips moist and also parting, to reveal the darker depths of her vagina. I explore there with my fingers, while licking the hard red bud of her clit, and sucking it gently between my lips.

The two of you both lean forwards, to rest against each other on top of me. Each of you puts your head on the other's shoulder, and your arms wrap around each other, feeling your movements on top of me. You are moving more and more quickly on my cock, relishing the length as it slides smoothly in and out of you; Mel synchronises with your movements, pressing her clit against my mouth, then sliding her pussy back and forth against me.

I try to relax and enjoy the many feelings, sights and tastes surrounding me, but you both begin to move more and more urgently on top of me until I can tell that a double orgasm is building; in fact, it will be a triple orgasm when I cum inside you.

Your pace builds and builds until I can see and feel Mel's pussy lips fluttering in front of me, and your vagina beginning to clench around my cock as you force it more and more forcefully into you. I begin to gasp into Mel's pussy, and you feel my cock throbbing in preparation until we are all fully primed.

Mel cums first, shivering and quaking on my face, provoking you to cum hard with my cock deeply embedded inside you. Your convulsions around my cock force me to cum immediately, shooting spurt after spurt deep inside you. We are all shaking together, and Mel is particularly noisy in her orgasm, as though it is a rare occurrence.

Unfortunately, the sounds disturb Mike sitting above us and he stirs again, turning uncomfortably in our armchair. This dislodges his 'scythe' which falls onto us all, but luckily does no damage; it is only cardboard, after all. Even so, all three of us hold our breath and try to suppress our orgasmic responses. We do so successfully enough for Mike to drift off into sleep again.

Relaxing after a few minutes, we all fall apart from each other on the floor. You and I clamber back onto the sofa and pull the remnants of clothing over ourselves. Mel curls up on the floor at Mike's feet, with a cushion under her head. We are all in various stages of dishevelment, but drift off into sleep.

Hours later, as November sunlight breaks through the window, we are all woken by Mike offering us coffee. He has successfully found his way around our kitchen and made himself useful.

“What a night that was!” he says, and we all look at each other and agree heartily.

When we have had our coffee and composed ourselves, Mike and Mel prepare to go. I notice much flashing of eyes between you and Mel, and you say, “We must do this again … soon!”

Mike says he doesn't remember much, but he's sure Mel would like to come again. She agrees enthusiastically and grins knowingly at me as they leave.

You ask if I enjoyed myself. I say I think I did, but it was all a bit hazy and might have just been a drunken dream. You assure me it was no dream, and say how much you enjoyed it too; you will keep in touch with Mel because Mike often has to go away on business, and you think Mel might need a 'helping hand' in his absence sometimes.

I can't argue against being a good neighbour.