My Surprising New Neighbours

ooOoo

In the end it took me nearly a week to process the images, not least because they were so erotic that I was forced to relieve myself as I relived the memory of burying my cock in Veronica's silky smooth vagina. After two days my cock was so sore from masturbation that I resorted to a cold shower whenever I felt the urge to jack off. Eventually I distilled the nearly four and a half thousand individual images down to forty pictures, which I printed in high resolution from the RAW files on 14x11 inch glossy paper using a commercial standard inkjet printer. I mounted these in an album for Peter and Veronica but also kept a hard copy for myself. In addition I printed four of the pictures in large format on 56x44 inch premium lustre gloss paper which I mounted in black anodised aluminium frames behind glossy acrylic glass. Two were similar to the kind of pictures that I was renowned for, and were erotic without being sexually explicit. The other two were quite definitely pornographic. One showed the moment of penetration with the head of my cock just entering Veronica's vagina and the other when I pulled out after ejaculating with a string of glistening cum between the head of my cock and her pussy.

It was late on Friday evening when I rang Peter and Veronica with the good news. They were delighted and suggested that I joined them for dinner the following evening.

"Among all her other wonderful skills my gorgeous wife is an excellent cook," Peter said, "and over drinks after we have eaten we can look at the pictures together. And then we'll see what happens. I'm certain that Ronnie will want to thank you in a special way, so dress casually."

I wasn't entirely sure what he meant by a special way, although I hoped that it meant more than a hug and a kiss. The tone of Peter's voice suggested that I might be enjoying Veronica's ample charms for a second time — she was so perfect in my eyes, and the epitome of the kind of feminine beauty that I found most arousing that I hoped that I wasn't mistaken. I rooted through my wardrobe and settled on a simple white linen shirt and a pair of tight fitting black satin trousers. Emboldened by lust I decided not to wear any underwear, reasoning to myself that if Veronica wanted any any encouragement the sight of my cock outlined by my trousers might give her a nudge in the desired direction.

At seven thirty I rang their doorbell, feeling rather like a teenager on his first date, my emotions in a turmoil of lubriciousness and trepidation. Peter shook my hand in a strangely formal way for someone who had enjoyed watching me fuck his wife and who had almost certainly implied that I would be doing so again before the night was over. He was dressed in a similar way to me in tan chinos and an open necked cream shirt, but Veronica looked stunning in a full skirted royal blue dress with a plunging neckline that emphasised her deep cleavage and exposed acres of pale flesh. She was much more fulsome in her greeting and threw her arms around me and gave me a long lingering open mouthed kiss. When her tongue started to probe my mouth my assumed urbane manner forsook me and my cock sprang to attention, and when she pulled away she glanced down my body with a knowing smile.

Dinner was excellent — Peter was right, Veronica was a good cook — and not too heavy. Nothing kills performance as much as a bloated stomach. Peter was also a very accomplished host and a great judge of wine — a good wine appropriate to the food is something I have always appreciated. The conversation was light and full of banter with enough sexual innuendo to give the atmosphere a frisson of expectation. As the evening wore on I gained a strong impression that my two neighbours were far from the respectable couple I had originally thought, and I wondered how often Peter had shared Veronica in the past — and who with.

After dinner an when the coffee cups had been cleared away we settled down in the settee with Veronica in the centre to look at the album which I placed on the table in front of Veronica. She opened it and began to slowly turn the pages allowing plenty of time to appreciate each image. Peter commented how good the images were, but nothing else was said although all three of us were breathing heavily by the time we got to the picture of Veronica sucking her right nipple. She was turning the pages with her left hand and resting the other on my knee to support her as she leaned forward. As she turned the page, I became aware that her hand was creeping up my thigh and my cock twitched in excitement. Veronica turned her face and gave me another long kiss with much tongue play.

"You must be getting rather uncomfortable," she cooed, "I think I need to release that snake in your pants from its cage," and she unzipped my flies, slipped her hand inside and wrapped her fingers round my shaft."

Veronica turned the pages a little faster after that while gently stroking my road hard shaft an keening quietly. When she got to the picture where my cock was just entering her vagina, she paused, "Look Petey how he's stretching me. I've hardly stopped dreaming about how wonderful it felt to be fucked by a big cock. I've nothing against yours my darling and it is perfect for my anus, but I do so enjoy being stretched."

The last picture was of her pussy from behind as she lay slumped on the chaise longue, with my cum running down the inside of her thighs. "Oh Davey Boy (they both seemed to like using nicknames — possible a class thing), you do cum such a lot. It looks so delicious that I can't wait to taste you you tonight. Do you think you could cum in my mouth and also in my cunt? I think it's time to go upstairs to the bedroom and find out."

She stood up and taking us both by the hand, led us up the stairs — the stairway to paradise I thought. She went ahead of us giving us a deliberate view up her dress to where the succulent white flesh above her stocking tops met her undulating bottom. I caught my breath when I realised that she wasn't wearing any panties, the plump outer lips of her vulva moving invitingly with each step. My mouth was watering with longing to part those lips with my tongue to feast on her sweet nectar.

Once in the bedroom we didn't waste any time and discarded our clothes in a frenzy of lust. Veronica pushed me back on the bed while Peter went and sat on a chair facing the bottom of the bed with his long thin cock pointing up towards his naval in a slight arc.

Veronica straddled my chest facing her husband and pushed her pussy against my mouth. "Davey, I'm know you've been dying to lick me ever since last Saturday. I bet you've been wanking yourself silly at the thought," and addressing her husband, "Petey he's as good with his tongue as with his cock. I think I'm going to cum very soon."

The sensation of her breasts caressing my tummy as she writhed in the first throes of orgasm was delicious — so much more arousing than the small tittied models that I had occasionally fucked. She pushed backwards against my mouth so that my tongue slid along the slit between her engorged inner labia until it reached the distended bud of her clitoris. My face was enveloped in the soft pulsating flesh of her pussy and as I started to lick her clitoris with short rapid strokes of my tongue her juices began to flow in aromatic profusion until they were running down my chin onto my chest. Although she had not yet touched my cock it was pointing hard at the ceiling and throbbing with intense arousal as I bathed in the raw carnality of this amazing and overwhelming goddess of love. As she approached the summit of her climax Veronica began to squeak, the music of her cries of passion rising to a crescendo of euphoria as her flesh rippled with the intensity of her enthusiastic embrace of carnal rapture.

As the waves of her ecstasy began to subside Veronica collapsed onto my body pinning me to the bed in an enveloping blanket of softly yielding flesh. After a brief interval while she regained control of her overwrought muscles she took the distended head of my cock between her lips and slowly slid them down my shaft until she had swallowed all eight inches. I then received the most amazing blow job. She stroked and sucked me until I was on the edge of my own explosion of ecstasy and then stopped long enough to check the rising waves of cum, repeating this several times until my mind and body were screaming for release. When she finally allowed me to cum I just erupted in a thick stream of incandescent fluid, the muscles of my bottom and inner thighs taut with the indescribable sensations shooting down from my pulsating cock.

She swallowed every last drop with quiet noises of appreciation and then, releasing my exhausted manhood from the exquisite prison of her mouth, she looked over at her husband, "Stop stroking your cock for a moment Petey and come and help me get Davey hard again."

To my surprise I was not at all repelled by the idea of a man going down on me, something I would never have entertained before I met this couple of hedonistic voluptuaries. Willingly seduced by their epicurean depravity I had entered a new world of Bacchanalian excess where my whole being craved every new debauched sensation. The sensation of two pairs of lips caressing my cock and two sets of fingers playing with my hyper-sensitised balls rapidly restored me to a state of tumescent excitement.

With one last enthusiastic suck on my throbbing shaft Peter returned to his grandstand seat and Veronica released my body from its fleshy prison. Straddling my thighs she pushed my cock between the heat of her swollen lips and leaning forward until her swaying globes were resting on my chest she began to slide her pussy along my length, liberally coating me in her nectar. She pressed her body against me and began to kiss me voraciously using her lips, tongue and teeth like a carnivore preparing to devour its prey. Like a man hovering in a dream state of drugged euphoria my soul craved absorption into ultimate carnal bliss, and at last, after what seemed like an eternity of erogenous torture, Veronica granted me the absolution I so desperately desired. Lifting her hips she impaled her slippery sheath on my swollen and throbbing member, enveloping my entirety in her heat, and paused maddeningly ... waiting ... for what?

Through a mist of expectancy, my mind hovering on the edge of consciousness, I dimly saw a Peter rise from his seat and approach our conjoined bodies. His prick pointing obscenely at Veronica's arse, he wiped it in the sticky mess of a vaginal secretions that liberally coated my balls and with practised ease thrust it deep into her anus where I could feel it moving through the thin membrane separating her rectum and vagina. The whole act was one of indescribable debauchery but it only fuelled my arousal to bursting point. Like some exotic three bodied animal we began a mutual dance of primaeval urgency, our movements synchronising without conscious volition as if we were under the control of some demonic choreographer. Faster and faster we rode in pursuit of our goal of the ineffable summit of carnal desire. The climax came suddenly, piercingly, excruciatingly, exquisitely in an eruption of monstrous ferocity, every vestige of civilised sensibility swept away in a torrent of mind blowing ecstasy. In that moment we ceased to be three separate entities and became fused together as a single sexual being, although words are inadequate to describe the unutterable beauty of it.

Overwhelmed by the euphoria that flooded through my mind I can barely recall the rest of the evening. We must have somehow disengaged and covered ourselves with the bedsheets, because when I woke the next morning after blissful sleep, my head was resting between the twin pillows of Veronica's glorious breasts. Peter was lying on her other side, one arm cradling our recumbent bodies.

We breakfasted in contented silence because no words were necessary. In the fusion of our bodies we had entered into a new relationship. We might never experience anything so sensually amazing again, but the energy of it had changed us irrevocably and nothing could sever the invisible bond we had forged in the white heat of our mutual sexual passion and release.

ooOoo

I didn't see Peter and Veronica for several weeks. I was busy with a number of assignments, one of which took me to the Caribbean for a few days, and in my return I buried myself in my editing suite. They must also have gone away since there was no sign of life in their apartment. Two days ago however, Peter rang my doorbell. I invited him in and over a coffee he made me an enticing proposal.

"We have been visiting Veronica's mother in Bristol," he explained, "she is a divorcee like you and we showed her the album she was most excited and is very keen to meet you. She would like you to do something similar for her if you are willing — I don't think you will be disappointed. She may be in her early fifties but she could be Veronica's twin sister, and if that were possible she is even more sexually liberated, and bisexual with it, and we have enjoyed many evenings of great fucking. We both find the idea very stimulating and if you agree I will get Veronica to invite her to stay for a weekend and ... well we can just let events take their course."

It was a no brainer really, and without pausing to think I said I would look forward to it. So everything is fixed for next weekend. You never know, but if the chemistry is right something more permanent might come of it. Life is passing me by and it is time I got myself hitched up with a suitably attractive partner. But come what may, I've certainly enjoyed my kinky neighbours, although I'm not sharing any of that with my mates. And regrets — I have none.

Thank you for listening to my naughty story. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have telling it. Dave.