We’ve lived across the back fence for a few years now. I’ve noticed you, both of you. I’ve noted, you’ve noticed me too. You made a point to mention your new hot tub and anticipated good times to be had. I also noticed I was never actually invited to any of those fetes. Perhaps I misread the room?

We’ve been civil. A few compliments sprinkled amidst the aster and spring daffodil bulbs your wife plants. A few “lookin’ goods” thrown your way, and mine, concerning grilling and lawn-care prowess.

It was warm, unseasonably. And the thunder storms made the air thick and sticky. When the transformer blew, it sounded like an explosion and most of the neighbors came out to see what had happened. “Gonna be out for awhile, I’d guess. Til’ the crew can get out here.”

Being the Midwest, most folks had supplemental generators and you could hear them kick on amid the dwindling thunderclaps.

“Well, have a good night.”

I start to head back to my house when she calls out, “hey, you wanna come over for a beer, I mean – we’ve been meaning to have you over and just never found the time.”

I stop and pause momentarily, “Why not?”

Hubby is already relaxed in the Adirondack chair, surrounding the low fire pit. A few local craft brews set out for the taking. He’s fit, fitter that you would think. His shorts are loose, he is clearly not wearing underwear and I’m not mad about it. Wifey is attempting small talk. She too seems to be dressed as if she had other plans. Yoga shorts and a braless racerback tank. Her legs are tone and brown. Likely from winter-month tanning beds. Her feet are nicely pedicured, nails painted white, setting off her tanned skin. Again…I am not mad about it.

I take my chair across from them, forming a conversational triangle. They are holding hands and sipping their beers. I am listening, but watching. Watching for shifts in body language. Have I misread this situation?

He leans back and adjusts his balls, allowing his hand to linger a little longer than necessary. She shifts from tightly crossing her legs to sitting in a butterfly-like pose on the chair, the soles of her feet together and her knees splayed out. Her yoga shorts are pulled tight against her mound. She straightens up in her chair, adjusting her tits in her top. I have not misread.

“So that’s why we finally asked you over,” his words startle me from my daze.”

“Sorry?”

“To see if you’d be open to fucking us,” her voice higher-pitched than normal.

I choke a little on my beer and chuckle. “Um, yeah. I mean, thank you, I’m very flattered. I didn’t realize you all…” my words trail off.

She looks at him with a huge grin and smacks his chest, “see, I told you he’d be in to it. I knew it.” Now directed at me, “I was hoping you’d be into it, I wondered I picked up a vibe, but you never know.”

“Yeah, we’ve freaked out a few neighbors over the years,” he explained, “that’s why we waited so long to approach you. We liked you as a neighbor and didn’t want to fuck it up.”

We quickly dispel with pleasantries, given this was clearly none of our first times. Chat is redirected briefly, discussing ground rules, expectations, safe words. Safe words? A dungeon? Ok, this is more than a swing in the hot tub experience I was expecting. Once business was done the air shifted again, we were back on the playground.

She bounced up from her chair and skipped over to me, straddling my lap and planting a kiss on me. “This is going to be fun.” She starts to stoke my cock through my shorts and tells me to squeeze and smack her ass. I happily comply.

“Are you going to be a good boy and do what I tell you?”

“With pleasure.”

“Good. Now take me inside.”

I happily comply. Entering the walk-in basement, it looks very normal. TV, sectional, some table top games. Then I notice the door.

Entering their play room, it is clear this is not new, nor a passing fancy, for this couple. There are reinforced cross beams with suspension kits and swings. A fully-leathered wall with anchor points at various heights and distances from one another. In the corner a gorgeous antique apothecary cabinet containing a myriad of toys, restraints, clamps, ropes, silks, blindfolds, paddles, whips, needles…hard pass. Nope…I don’t do needles.

In the middle of the room a beautiful four-poster bed, but again clearly reinforced to take the weight if several adults in various positions. Here too, anchors and tie downs have been mounted strategically around the frame and spires.

He welcomes us into the room, fully naked and semi-erect. He walks over and kisses his wife and then me. “Help me undress her.”

He lifts her shirt off and instructs me to remove her shorts. There are no panties to bother with.

He asks me to put out my hand and dispenses a generous amount of some sort of oil into my palm. “Rub it in her skin.”

We proceed to literally anoint this sex goddess with oil. Him focusing on her upper-body, arms, shoulders, back, breasts. I on her lower, rubbing her shapely legs and lovely ass and cunt? Am I anointing her pussy? I look up at her for direction. “Yes, and bury your face in it, I want to cum in your mouth.”

As you wish. I rub the remaining oil from my hands on her stomach and then slide my hands between her legs. Feeling the soft flesh if her shaven vulva, sliding back to her ass and sliding a finger between her ass cheeks as I drag my hand back toward her slit, the heat and moisture coat my fingers. I am now fully erect. I look over to her husband who has laid out some toys on the bed and enjoying the show, was rubbing his cock with slow, long, stokes.

I return my attention to my mistress, face to her cunt. Nosing between the folds of her flesh. Licking, sucking, slurping her into my mouth. I listen to her moans, feel her body respond to my touch. Adjusting my attention, speed, and pressure to what she wordlessly tells me she enjoys. Her breath deepens, her hands in my hair, she’s close. “Wait.” I stop. “Not yet.”

She motions for me to stand, removing my shirt, shorts, and underwear. Who knew I was so overdressed? Now she drops down, taking me in the her mouth. Fuck that feels good. He is now next me. I happily begin to jerk him off as he caresses my back and ass, I feel my dick jump in her mouth and my asshole wink in approval of his attention. She shifts her attention to her husband and I take over jerking myself off. She moves between us for some time. Then she rises and moves to the bed. He smacks my ass playfully. “Ya ready?”

Am I?

She assumes her position on the bed, he restrains her wrists in large leather cuffs with heavy buckles. A black satin blindfold tied over her eyes. Her legs free for the moment. “Go attend to our lady, I’ll have you later.”

I cross over and ask what I can do for her. She is clear and direct. “I’m need you kiss my mouth and neck while you finger me. I will squirt. Then, I want you to clean me up with your tongue. Eat my ass and pussy until I cum again. Got it?”

“With pleasure.”

As I set out my task, he begins to lay out a set of ropes, nipple clamps, and set of butt plugs in ascending order. I’m hard just thinking of the possibilities. I succeeded in my mission and moved down to work in part two. As I do, he places the nipple clams on her and she it turned up a few notches in intensity. He continues his play by binding her in a similar butterfly position, like the one she was sitting in outside.

I feel him move behind me. I push back into him slightly, he leans in, allowing me to feel his erection against my ass. He reaches around, stroking me with one hand. I then feel the warm oil from earlier, being dripped down my ass crack. His hands are on me, rubbing, sliding, teasing. It only increased my appetite for the cunt I am consuming. Well lubricated and horny as fuck that I almost came when the first toy went in. Clearly able to take more, he continued to play and increase size, until finally his thick cock was sliding in my ass. Fuuuuuuck.

As if responding to my pleasure, m’lady came hard in face. He came quickly too. He moved up, removed her restraints, bindings, blindfold, and clamps. He quietly, began to clean the toys and turned on some music. I couldn’t place it, but it was soothing.

She sat up and invited me to join her in the bed.

“You did very good, thank you. He’s gonna take his leave now and get the hot tub ready.

“Ok”

“You’re going to make love to me. Not fuck me. I want to feel like and old lover, coming home.”

“With pleasure.” I proceed do as my mistress requests, loving her body, fucking her pussy slow and deep. Our bodies in rhythm and time like…old lovers. She cums again and I, finally, cum fully and deeply. We both collapse into each other. Breathing heavily. She sweetly kisses my cheek. “You ready to get up? He’ll have snacks by the hot tub for us.”

How did I get here? How did it not happen sooner? When can I happen again? “Sounds great.”

She leads me out to the hot tub, he lit the small ring of torches, illuminating the space to avoid tripping and stave off any bugs. There is in fact a tray of meats, cheeses, fruit and spreads, along with large frosty bottles of mineral water, and fluffy robes, reminiscent of a high-end hotel. We slip in to the warm bubbles. It feels therapeutic.

The rest of evening is reminiscent of old friends. Telling stories, laughing…of course she’s been stroking my cock under the water and I have been finger fucking her for the last 10 minutes. I can not wait to come back.