I did not see her friend until the next week. She was driving down the street in her SUV with both kids in the back seat. I was sweeping the grass from the sidewalk after I had mown the front yard for the last time of the season.
I heard a staccato beep from a horn and turned to see her pull to the curb in front of my house. She lowered the passenger side window then put the vehicle in park as I walked over.
“How are you,” I asked as I leaned my forearms on the window opening.
“I am doing well,” she said, “We were driving by and I wanted to introduce you to my kids and to say hi.”
“I am happy you did,” I said after giving both kids fist bumps.
“It was nice being seen,” she said suddenly as her cheeks glowed with a red hue.
“It was nice to see,” I replied, “It was a very unexpected pleasure.”
She bit her bottom lip while looking in the rearview mirror at the kids. Their attention was focused on cartoons that played on a mobile device mounted on the back of the car seat. Confident they were not paying attention and they did not understand the context of the conversation, she looked at me with a hungry look in her eyes.
“We did not play after the curtain was closed,” she said rapidly.
I smiled and said, “I know, she told me. I did wonder though.”
“Neither one of us is like that, although being in the same room was very exciting,” she said as she took another glance in the mirror.
“I bought her a gift,” I said in an attempt to lessen her uneasiness.
“You did,” she said with a look of gratitude for the change in topic, “What did you get her?”
“A plug,” I replied with a very naughty look in my eyes.
She licked her lips then swallowed hard. I watched her hands tighten on the steering wheel and her knees pressed together.
“That is a nice gift,” she said with bated breath, “she said she likes her tail and that you like it too.”
It was not nice for me to say that when she was uncomfortable, but, I know limits and how to push them. Everything the kids heard, if they even heard us at all, was very neutral sounding and would not get her in trouble if they repeated the conversation to her husband. Although, if he questioned her about the plug statement, she would have to tell him I was replacing the toilet in her guest bath and had to plug the hole in the floor until the new toilet arrived. That sounded like a good cover and I told her so which made her giggle.
“We need to get home so the munchkins can eat lunch,” she said as she put the car in gear, “Thank you again for seeing.”
“It was a pleasure,” I said as I stepped away and adjusted myself, “Let her know when you would like to be seen again and I am sure she can set up a time.”
I stepped away from the car while I adjusted my sudden onset of hardness. Her eyes lingered on my left thigh as I moved my hand. I was not sure if she could see the outline of my head as it pressed against my shorts, but in my mind, she could.
“I will message her after lunch,” she said as she rolled up the window and drove away.
Before I finished sweeping, I sent a message of my own. I gave her a synopsis of the “mommy neighbor”, as I enjoyed calling her, and told her to expect a message from her.
“I am looking forward to her message and planning the next viewing,” she said.
“I bought you a present,” I replied, “I will give it to you when you get home.”
“Mmmmmm, a present. I can’t wait to get it, My Sir,” she typed with a little devils face afterward.
“Thanks for getting me hard,” I returned. “See you soon.”
She walked to my house after changing out of her work clothes. Her hair was in a ponytail, a look I find very attractive, and she was dressed in an oversized shirt and shorts. Although it was early autumn, warm weather was refusing to depart.
“Hi babe,” she said as she walked up, got on her tiptoes, and kissed me.
“Hi back,” I said as I wrapped my arm around her waist, turned her, bent her backward, and returned the kiss.
We were in the backyard and she helped me toss the last bag of grass clippings into my compost bin. We enjoyed small talk while the yard tools were replaced in the storage shed and other small tasks were completed.
“Would you mind if we came over for a little bit tomorrow,” she asked suddenly.
“We,” I asked.
“Me and mommy neighbor,” she giggled.
“I am not working my part-time job tomorrow, so, how about I make dinner for the three of us,” I said.
“That would be perfect,” was her excited reply, “Her husband is taking the kids to the movies and will be gone until early evening.”
“I will see the two of you at five tomorrow,” I said as I approached her and gave her another kiss.
“I will message her now,” she said as she pulled out her phone.
After she sent the message and I secured the storage barn, I walked to her and held her hand.
“Would you like your present,” I asked as I led her into the house?
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
I removed her shirt immediately after I closed the back door. She responded by unbuckling my belt and opening my shorts. Our mouths were tasting the flesh with tongues experiencing brief explorations in the other mouth. My hand was in her shorts, feeling the increasing wetness from her mound while she had my sack gripped between her thumb and index finger, squeezing and pulling to a painful delight.
We managed to get into bed, both naked at this point, with her laying on top of me. She ground my cock on the outside of her wet slit as she bent down to suck and bite my nipples. She knew I enjoyed pain and pleasure. Even though she was my sub and I was her Sir, I encouraged her to be as aggressive as she needed and wanted. I understood the feeling of needing to take and get what I wanted to fulfill that need. For me to be the recipient of that desire was a pleasure for me too.
She turned around, gripped my ankles, then impaled her wet mound with my shaft. A duet of moans escaped our lips as she began to ride. Her wetness added an erotic percussive beat to the harmonious melodies of grunts and moans we were exulting.
Each time she would lower herself, she would lean forward and dip her back, exposing her puckered rosebud. I released her hip with one hand, wet my index finger in my mouth, and began to rub and massage the outside of her hole.
She responded by lowering her head and sliding farther back onto my finger. I had explored both of her holes with my tongue but had never inserted a finger or other object into her back-side. The ferocity of her thrusting encouraged me to grip her butt cheek with one hand, spreading her open, and insert my finger farther inside. She sank my cock deep inside of her pulsating pussy, laid down on my legs, and made small thrusting movements causing my finger to stretch her then release.
Taking the hint, I reached in the nightstand drawer, opened the lube, and coated my finger.
“Oh yes, Sir,” she purred when I spread, her and began to fill her relaxing hole with my lubed finger.
Without warning, I felt myself surge and empty my seed deep inside her.
She sat up and began to ride me as I filled both of her holes.
“I’m cumming,” she proclaimed over and over, as her arms and legs began to shake.
After our breathing returned to synchronized inhalations and exhalations as opposed to the guttural moans and gasps we were emitting, she laid next to me with her head on my chest.
“What a yummy way to end the workday,” she said as she began to run her hand on my chest and belly.
“And a yummy way to begin our evening,” I said after I kissed the top of her head.
“If this is just the beginning, babe, I am not sure I will be able to keep up with you,” she said as she rolled on top of me and hugged my chest.
I laughed, kissed the top of her head again, and hugged her body into mine.
“Would you like the present now,” I asked?
“You mean, that wasn’t the present,” she asked as she looked up at me.
I reached into the same drawer I had retrieved the lube and produced a rectangular box. We sat up and I handed it to her.
“I was told you had a gift, but she didn’t tell me what it was,” she said as she opened the box.
Her eyes grew large and she bit her lip as she lifted the blue, sparkled plug out of its bed.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered as the light reflected off of the shiny phallic image.
“I know you like your tail and I thought you may like to wear this sometimes. You know, just in case the tail would get in the way of what you were doing,” I said with a smile.
“Please put it in me now, Sir, please,” she said as she handed it to me, turned around, and got on all fours.
My cock began to pulse as I lubed her hole, my finger, and the plug. I had no idea how much pressure to use or if I should begin with the plug without inserting my finger to stretch her first. She moaned as I began to finger her to open her tight hole. The tip of the plug rested on her opening after I removed my finger. I applied a little pressure as she leaned into me. Once I felt her pull away slightly, I backed the toy out.
“Should I add more lube,” I asked.
“Maybe a little more would be nice,” she said as she began to rub her clit.
After applying more lube, I held the plug in place as she began to rock back. Watching her stretch herself around the wider part turned me on more than I could have imagined. I began to stroke myself with my free hand without realizing what I was doing. Then, with a sudden jolt, she closed around the stem, setting the toy in place.
She lowered the top part of her body on the bed as she continued to rub herself. The view was one of the most erotic and resplendent scenes I had ever witnessed in my life. Her wet lips were slightly open as her wetness, mixed with my cum, released themselves in elastic drops. The sparkle from her blue jeweled bottom was as a disco ball on the walls, ceiling, and headboard.
I continued to stroke myself. When I announced I was going to cum, she lifted herself, gripped me, and aimed my cum onto her chest. As she was still on all fours, I was able to watch my spray land then slide down her breasts, cling to her nipples, until they decided to drop onto the bed.
She wore the plug home and sent me a video of her taking it out while she was in the shower. I sent her a good night, along with a kissy face emoji, then turned the water on for a long, hot shower.
I prepared a Caprese salad, tortellini with peas and prosciutto along with merlot for dinner. The food was not too heavy and the merlot was the perfect choice for the dish.
They both insisted on helping clean the dishes after dinner, even though I told them I would take care of everything later. However, I had no choice when they both raced to the kitchen with dishes in hand, hip bumping one another to try and gain the spot in front of the sink. I resigned in mock exasperation, picked up a towel, and began to dry the dishes.
Once the dishes were cleaned, dried, and put to bed in their cabinets, I refilled the wine glasses and we walked into the living room. I sat on the couch and they sat in chairs facing me.
“I have a feeling you two have been conversing throughout the day and I am about to find out what has been discussed,” I said as I took a sip of my wine.
“We have,” said my girl as she looked at mommy neighbor. They both smiled then took a sip of their wine.
“We want to watch you,” she said, “We want to see.”
“You want to watch me,” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Watch me what,” I asked.
“My husband shuts off all of the lights, climbs on top of me, thrusts a couple of times, then cums,” said mommy neighbor in a rush of voice, “We have had sex one time in the last four months. He has never let me see him stroke himself or anything sexy like that. I have never seen him squirt out. The night you watched us when we were in bed, I began masturbating and rubbing my hand on him to try to make him hard. I was so turned on I was throwing myself at him. He pushed my hand away and told me to stop. I got out of bed, went into the living room, and slept on the couch.”
After she finished, she gulped her wine, reached for the bottle, and filled her glass.
“So, that is why we want to watch,” said my girl.
“You want to watch me masturbate and cum for you?
“Yes, my Sir,” she said as she looked at me over her wine glass.
I took another sip of wine, sat it on the end table, then stood. I looked at one, then the other as I unbuckled my belt. The corner of my mouth curled up in a smirk as I saw both lick their lips involuntarily.
“You’re really going to do it,” asked neighbor mommy, “right now?”
I looked at her and winked as I unzipped my shorts and let them fall to the floor. I sat down again and lifted my shirt above my waist. I was hard and the head of my cock poked out of the top of my boxer briefs.
I heard, “mmmm”, from both of the ladies which made me chuckle.
Reaching down with my right hand, I gripped my shaft as I lowered the waistband, allowing them to see everything from the tip of my wet head to my cum filled sack. I stroked myself a couple of times, up, and down. I showed them how I grip the skin tightly and piston my hand from the base, all of the way to the edge of my head.
They held their wine glasses up to their lips but did not take a drink. Their eyes appeared hypnotic as they were glued to the throbbing and rock hard shaft being stroked.
I released myself and let it lay on my tummy as I pulled off my boxer briefs. I placed both of my feet on the coffee table, spreading my legs, lowered my shirt, tucking it under my cock, then began to stroke with a purpose. Watching their eyes and how their bodies responded to me pushed me closer to the point of no return.
I slowed my tempo to make the moment last. I enjoyed the pain of holding in an orgasm. The release after having blue balls was satisfying and very erotic for me.
They had both reached between their legs and began rubbing themselves. Mommy neighbor kept her eyes on my precum wet cock head as my girl would close her eyes and tilt her head back at times.
“Are you edging yourself,” said my girl as I slowed my stroking.
“Yes,” I said as I dapped my finger in the wetness formed at my head and pulled it away showing them a thin line of precum before it snapped back to my cock.
“That won’t do,” she said as she opened her legs and pulled her shorts to the side.
She was wearing her plug and the wetness of her pussy had trailed down on the plug.
I emitted a groan and a growl as I began stroking faster and harder. My head tilted back as I released a loud, “Oh,” from my lips and a generous stream of orgasmic bliss on my shirt. My hips were pumping as my hand kept stroking. Stream after stream landed on my shirt and neck. I was wearing a black t-shirt and the wet, opaque inner joy I released was easily seen in criss-cross designs.
“Thank you, Sir,” my girl said as she stood.
“Yes, thank you, Sir,” said mommy neighbor.
“We will see ourselves out,” my girl said as she crossed the room, “Get cleaned up then get to bed, you are on shift tomorrow.”
She stopped in front of me, bent over, swirled her finger in the wetness on my shirt, then sucked her finger clean
“Thank you, babe,” she said as she leaned down and kissed me deeply.