Last time I posted about this relationship, someone said they hoped I’d post about the first session. I couldn’t get to it then, but finally had some time free to bang out a draft.
The backstory to this is that about a year ago, our neighbor a couple blocks over, “Sarah”, kicked her husband out and filed for divorce. Sarah and my wife are well-acquainted. A busy professional, she wears her hair bleached blond and short, not quite as tall or curvaceous as my wife but likes to stay fit, too. I’d call her slim and perky, the type who wears athleisure outside of work and is generally pretty bouncy in conversation. They had little cardio-and-brunch girl dates going every few weeks, and after the drama with her divorce they started getting dinner and drinks at a local pub so Sarah could vent and get some moral support.
After a while, a lot of that girl talk started coming back to sex, because Sarah was really getting into being single again. Her ex had been cheating on her right under her nose and she wanted to live her life, trying the things she’d missed out on when she was married. She jumped on some dating sites, and it didn’t take long for the cars parked in her driveway to turn into a gossip topic for the old ladies on the street. One of her favorites was another professional across the border in Montreal. That guy is crazy about her but on the road constantly, and they decided to keep it casual. We’d spotted him walking to his car in her driveway a couple times.
So a few months ago, Sarah dropped it into the conversation that she and her Montreal friend were floating the idea of an FMF threesome, but they’d quickly realized they had no good way to shop for a third and dropped it. When my wife told me this, I teased her about being down to let her do it if Sarah would play with us first. I wasn’t exactly kidding, we’re not strangers to experimenting with this kind of thing, but I was mostly just trying to be funny.
Then in bed while she was riding me, she asked if I was serious, because now that I’d mentioned it, she kept thinking about it. After the gym that weekend, she ran it past Sarah, also in a “kidding/not-kidding” kind of way. Sarah, it turned out, was totally on board, and I suspect it was what she’d had in mind all along.
Normally, we’ve kept any outside fun away from home and this wasn’t totally in line with our usual rules, but we were prepared to go with it, especially since Sarah doesn’t know anything about any of our other activities to blab about. Eventually, though, cooler heads prevailed and we decided it was trouble. My wife wasn’t going to bring it up again.
However, after another workout, Sarah did. When my wife explained that we thought it was a bad idea, she waited a while into brunch before mentioning that she’d be interested in joining us anyway. She’d never done it before, and felt like this was life’s way of setting her up for it.
Wife was still game, I was still game, and after talking it out, we decided to make a date and see where things went. The worst that would probably happen was that all the wives on the street would find out, and my wife would forever be marked as the fun/dangerous wife who invited the single neighbor over. We could live with that. Wife’s only hangups were that she wasn’t ready to try oral with Sarah, and that she didn’t want me cumming inside Sarah, even with a condom. There were some girl talk conversations I didn’t pry into and we set up a date night for the next Saturday, an “off” weekend with her regular guy.
Before dinner, I popped 10mg of Cialis. That’s a fairly strong dose for me as a recreational user, but I thought if this was going to happen, I wasn’t going to get nervous and fuck it up. Met at the pub to get better acquainted and had an early dinner, came back to our place to hang out and have another drink, and everything, it turned out, happened pretty smoothly. Sitting across from us on the sectional, my wife asked her to show me the tattoo she’d seen in the locker room, which I won’t describe here because it’s probably pretty identifying, but it got her close enough to taking off her top that she just went ahead. I took that as a good sign that she was ready to move the evening along and invited her to come over to our side of the sofa.
She sat close and I turned to my wife and gave her a kiss, then back to Sarah, who only hesitated for a second, eyeing my wife before leaning in. We exchanged a little tongue and I could feel her breathing get heavier before my wife grabbed my arm. At first, I thought she was getting stressed out, and maybe she was, but she just wanted help. “Can you unzip me?”
I was already hard watching her stand up and wriggle her dress down around her ankles. She’d picked a bra and panties I’d bought for her earlier this year with a frilly top and Sarah was quick to tell her cute they were, before my wife came back to sit next to me and unbuckled my belt.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, Sarah and I kissing while my wife reached into my pants, and I reached back to feel between her legs and could tell she was already wet and warm. When I turned my head back to tell her I loved her, I didn’t get a chance before she stuck her tongue down my throat. I couldn’t tell if she was feeling competitive and trying to distract me or just wanted to make sure she participated, but it got my attention to reach back and unclip her bra while we kissed.
Sarah sipped her wine for a moment before she reached over and rubbed my wife’s thigh, before weighing one of her breasts in her hand and then putting her head down and unzipping me. She looked up at my wife and kind of nervously laughed. “I can just take his cock out, right?”
My wife helped her pull my boxer-briefs down, then got down on her knees between my legs. “Just go back to what you were doing for a minute.”
Sarah sat back up and we made out for a few minutes while my wife stroked me slowly, then kissed and licked my balls. She told me later she was still deciding how she wanted things to go, but that by the time she swirled her tongue around my head and took me into her mouth, she’d made up her mind to invite Sarah to help. Feeling that while I was mingling tongues with Sarah made me shudder, and when she looked down, she was caught off guard but couldn’t look away.
My wife popped me out of her mouth and looked up, put her hand on Sarah’s, and guided it to my shaft, before Sarah leaned down and kissed my leg.
Sad to say, my first orgasm came far too quickly. With my wife on her knees, Sarah’s head resting on my thigh as she started trying to get her own licks in, my fingers down her pants teasing her clit, and the two of them trading very reluctant kisses around my cock where their tongues met, I was thinking about it all too hard and immediately realized that I should have gotten off before dinner. Without much warning, when my life leaned back for a moment to let her take a turn sucking it and Sarah wrapped her hand around my shaft, I ended up shooting into the air between them, right in front of her face. A little bit hit my wife’s bare shoulder but most of it landing on the hardwood floor. They were startled, but we laughed it off and, after my wife grabbed a kleenex, we kept going.
With nothing to do but make out and touch each other, we all got more comfortable. Sarah and my wife had gotten used to kissing and touching each other, even sharing a couple of topless embraces with their fingers in each other’s hair, and it was obvious they both knew I was enjoying the show. When I was fully erect again, my wife grabbed me by the cock and gave it a squeeze and asked if we could head upstairs.
We hadn’t really talked about what to do once we got there, but she wanted to get off and laid down with her hips on the edge of the mattress so I could put her ankles up over my shoulders and pump her. As I pulled her panties up over her legs, Sarah finished getting undressed and sat down on the other side of the bed to watch me enter my wife before she laid back and started touching herself, then playing with my wife’s hair, then scooting over to kiss her and her breasts. When my wife started getting heated up and ready to climax, Sarah leaned in to kiss her neck, and she gave out a kind of husky yelp before she finished that was unusual for her.
After a while, my wife had clearly gotten the first few rounds out of her system and my hips were getting tired, but Sarah was touching herself enthusiastically and squirming. I asked her if she wanted to ride me and she nodded, so I grabbed a condom to roll on and laid down. She seemed like she needed a minute to get her nerves up, put once she had the tip in, she was obviously soaking wet and took the whole thing fast. My wife just watched her take it in, then grabbed my hand and slid over to kiss me, then dangled her big tits in my mouth to lick and suck while she guided my hand down to her pussy.
It felt like we went on like that for a long time. Sarah was fresh and very orgasmic, and my cock wasn’t in a hurry. She was using it like a tool, sometimes staring up at the ceiling anxiously and sometimes looking down at the two of us. At time went on, my wife got into the groove of dividing her attention between us.
When I was ready to cum I knew my wife had said she was sensitive about it, so I asked her what she wanted to do, and between the two of them, Sarah got it out that I could finish on her stomach. I rolled her over, pulled off the condom, and sat up over her to finish myself off. She kept touching herself, looking me in the eyes until I shot. My wife had been right next to her watching the whole thing, massaging her tits in both hands, and leaned over to kiss my head before she realized it tasted like rubber.
Sarah went into the bathroom to wipe off, and I emptied the rest of the bottle of wine into our glasses. We spent the next fifteen minutes or so kissing and touching while we talked, before I got it into my head to go down on my wife and ended up laying between them, spending some time on each. It was close to midnight and I thought it would be a nice way to wrap up the evening, but ended up getting hard again despite being kind of numb by that point. Cialis works, and sometimes it works too well.
My wife looked kind of shocked when she saw it looking her in the eye as I was licking her. Another squeeze. “This thing’s back again? God.”
I ended up rolling on top of her into a 69 position, thrusting into my wife’s mouth, and the roughness of it changed the mood. Sarah was touching herself again and when I looked up, was watching my cock in her mouth with wide eyes that made me laugh. “You want to trade off?”
I already knew I wasn’t going to cum again but I had no intention of bringing it up. Sarah nodded but asked to be on top, and eventually she wanted another condom. I ended up pounding away at her from behind while she made out with my wife. She seemed to like squeezing my wife’s tits, and the thought of it, combined with her muffled noises into my wife’s mouth got me close, but eventually my legs were going to give out.
When I pulled out, my wife saw what was happening and, not one to waste an erection, took the condom off to jump on and try her best to finish me off. The upstairs doesn’t air condition well, and we had the windows closed in the hopes of keeping the noise down, so she worked up a good sweat and made a heroic effort, but it was never going to happen. Sarah even tried to sit on my face but got too nervous looking my wife in the eyes. We were done for the night, and I could barely feel my dick.
We sent her home just after 1:00 am. We had to get dressed again to make it look good, and made a point of exchanging some normal-sounding pleasantries like we’d had a late dinner at the door in case any neighbors saw. When we shut the door, my wife gave me an exhausted look before she put her arms around me and gave me a big hug. “OK, that was a lot.”
“Of fun, I hope.”
She nodded on my shoulder. “Yeah! You had fun, right? Why am I asking, you had fun.”
She squeezed at my dick, now limp, through my pants.
It was the first time we’d done FMF without another M in the wings, and the first time we’d done anything in our own house. We were kind of giddy and getting to sleep wasn’t easy, and I woke up late with a mildly chafed hard-on in the morning. My wife was a good little trooper about joining me in the shower so I could finish up what I couldn’t the night before, getting me off on her breasts but being careful to keep her hand around the base. When we got out, we found a nice text from Sarah that she was glad we invited her over, then they met at the gym as usual and she told her in person that she was happy she did it. We left it there and didn’t push a repeat, although we decided in bed after Game of Thrones that if she brought it up we weren’t going to reject another visit as long as we don’t get any weird vibes about it. Wife was happy we did it, too, and had more fun than she thought she would. She felt like she took charge of planning something she considered especially taboo and pushed her boundaries, so she was very pleased with herself.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e2l7nj/our_first_night_with_the_neighbor_fmf
Very hot!!
Good one!