A Neighborly Affair (The finale?) - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair (The finale?)

... watching as each woman's anus would shrink back when I withdrew but easily open with each new insertion.

But in time, it was all too much, and I knew I couldn't stop the inevitable tide. I announced that I was about to explode again as my cock pistoned in and out of Linda. But she had other thoughts.

"Cum in Janet's ass, Jack. She's never had it there. Give it to her, Sweetie."

And I did. Right before the urge became uncontrollable, I pulled out of "Crissy" and replanted myself in "Janet." Sharon could feel cock throbbing and she wriggled her ass in response.

"Oh, yes, Jack. That's it. Empty your ball in my ass. God that feels so good. I can feel your cock pulsing in me."

The feeling was indescribable for me as well, but just the thought of what was happening to Sharon put her over the edge, and she had a huge vaginal orgasm. Her cunt continued to throb in spasms until after I removed my cock from her ass. The three of us collapsed on the bed in a sweaty pile. We lay that way for several minutes, kissing and snuggling until finally Linda got up and turned off the cameras.

"That's a wrap."

Sharon and I only smiled.

The rest of the evening was a mix of cuddling, fucking, and sucking, but for much of that time the two women worked on each other and I participated as a bit of an outsider. Not that I minded. I excitedly watched as they groveled in various positions, Linda offering more directorial instructions to Sharon but also inviting me to join ...

... in.

"Put your cock in my mouth while Sharon eats me, Sammie. That way I get the best of both worlds."

She continued to offer encouragement, even with a fat penis stuffing her mouth, to our laughter.

"Oh, sorry, Linda. You're hard to understand with a penis stuffing your mouth. Remember, it's not polite to talk with your mouth full."

But eventually, the hour grew late, and the cameras were shut off. Sharon promised to edit the tapes–no doubt with Linda's help. Whatever that entailed, I could only guess.

I escorted Sharon home, and we kissed briefly at the door before I sauntered to my house, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts about the evening. I hated to see it end soon.

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When I got home, the kitchen phone was blinking and we had a message. I hit the play button and listened.

"Hi Sammie or Dan, whoever gets this, I think I left something at your house. Give me a call if you can, please. Oh, this is Ginger, by the way."

The message system indicated she had called recently when Dad was, no doubt, in bed. Even though it was after ten, I decided to give her a call in case it was important.

I dialed the callback number and a sleepy voice answered after two rings.

"Hi, Ginger. This is Sammie. Sorry to call so late, but I just got your message and thought it might be important. How can I help?"

"Oh, hi, Sammie. I'm glad you called. No worries. This is a little embarrassing. I left something at your house, actually I think in your guest bathroom. ...