Neighborhood Orgy - Sex Stories

Neighborhood Orgy

... can show you a real good time." Just then Linda came out carrying a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and a couple glasses. She was wearing her tiny thong and string bra. "Oh, my word! Carl's going to flip when he sees her. Don't go away. I'll be right back." Amy ran off toward her house.

I dashed over to Linda. "You're not going to believe this!" I said excitedly. "Amy just propositioned me! Isn't that great!"

"I don't see anything great about it. She's a married woman, just like me."

"Don't you get it? They're swingers! She even said Carl would want to watch me fucking her."

Her mouth dropped open in astonishment. "You've got to be kidding. They're so...so normal. They go to church, and they always wear business suits. No way."

"Oh, yes. We have to decide right now if we really want to be swingers because they will be here in just a minute. What do you say?"

"That's all we've talked about for a month."

"Do you want to sleep with Carl?"

"Well, yeah, but...."

"Here they come. Let's go get laid."

"Just like that. No courting. No seduction. Just get it on."

"That's what we were going to do with that trucker."

"You're right. Are you absolutely sure you don't mind if I go to bed with Carl?"

"Absolutely, as long as I have your permission to do Amy."

She set the tray on the patio table and put her arms around my neck. Her lips touched mine lovingly. My arms encircled her back, and I held her close, her mostly bare breasts pressing against my ...

... chest. "Okay," she whispered, "let's go get laid."

Carl and Amy were only ten feet from us. Linda's eyes locked on his, and she quickly untied the strings on her top, then the ones on her thong. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and clamped her mouth to his. I can't remember seeing her as hot as she was that afternoon, nor me being as excited as I was as she pressed her shapely naked form against him. I was mesmerized by the sight of their lust. "Helloooo," I heard Amy say softly as she put her hand on my crotch and rubbed my boner, "horny female over here."

Reluctantly I turned my attention to Amy. Her hand felt good on my growing prick. Her expression was one of pure lust, not love, just sexual desire. I had always been a bit self-conscious about the size of my cock. The other boys in eighth grade gym class had tormented me when we hit the showers. They embarrassed me no end with their taunts. No woman, other than Linda, had ever seen it. She had never seen another man's equipment. Now she was pulling his shorts down revealing his tool. In an instant she knew I wasn't normal. She didn't seem to care. She took Carl's dick into her mouth and practically swallowed it, something she could not do with me because I was too large to fit into her throat. I envied him for being normal.

At the same time, his wife was delighted to discover I was oversized. Amy peeled off her swimsuit. Her breasts were smaller than Linda's, but they didn't droop quite as ...