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It was hard for John not to notice the new neighbors. Elena was a gorgeous brunette who, with her husband, Adrian, moved into the quiet suburb right beside John and his wife Carolyn. John’s office window overlooked Elena and Adrian’s back deck and their sliding glass doors. John had never seen this as a positive when his former, elderly neighbors Edna and Walter lived there.
Elena, however, liked to do yoga outside every morning and was generally not shy about sunbathing topless or, especially at night, strutting through her own house in the nude with the lights on.
John eventually worked up the nerve to talk to her, spending an inordinate amount of time “pruning” the bushes in his back yard, waiting for her to come out. They had a quick but fascinating (for John) conversation, which culminated in Elena inviting John and his wife for dinner later that week. Over dinner, Adrian explained that they had moved from Barcelona and how Adrian worked in the Spanish consulate.
As the wine continued to flow, the conversation drifted to more adult topics. Carolyn, who was a bit more conservative than most, pointed out that she had noticed Elena likes to avoid tan lines. Although Carolyn seemed to intend it as a rebuke, Elena laughed it off as she and her husband said how surprised they were at how prudish Americans can be.
John didn’t want his wife’s comments to either derail the evening or, worse, inhibit Elena from freely displaying her gorgeous body. He slowly directed the conversation elsewhere and then made an excuse for he and Carolyn to leave before the subject came up again.
That night, both John and Carolyn surprised each other with how vigorous their lovemaking was. They both had the best sex since their honeymoon.
Over the next few days, John made it a point to be outside more often, especially when Carolyn was out of the house. He and Elena would chat pretty regularly–John was surprised at how interested she seemed in him. Finally, after about a week, John spotted Elena walking out onto her deck. She was wearing a striped smock and nothing else.
She didn’t say a word, or even look in John’s direction–she stretched and moved seductively, as if she knew she was being watched. Finally, as John was staring–more gawking–at her, Elena turned her eyes toward him and gave him a coy but knowing smile. She nibbled her finger as she held his gaze and then motioned with her finger for him to come closer to the fence between them.
“My husband is not home,” Elena said. “I don’t know when he’ll be back,” she purred. “Maybe you could come over and keep me company?”
John couldn’t remember how he got there, but the next memory he had was being in Elena’s bedroom. Her delicate, warm hands were on his belt, and then his manhood.
They made mad, passionate love for what seemed like hours. Finally, near exhaustion, Elena suggested they grab something to eat from the kitchen. It was odd for John to be here, where for nearly a month, he had spied on Elena from his window next door.
“Next door!” The words screamed in his head. His wife was surely home from shopping now. Had she heard he and Elena? Had she wondered where he was?
Elena spotted the panic in her new lover’s face and chuckled lightly as he rushed to the sliding glass door to spy on his own house. “You should not worry,” Elena said. “She will be fine,” she added, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind as they both stood on the deck.
“Adrian is a very talented lover,” she said over her husband, just as John could hear Carolyn’s moans and the rhythmic banging of his own headboard against the bedroom wall next door.
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Anna was always shy. Marrying Steve was probably one of the most adventurous things she had ever done, which was saying a lot. She was a good mom, attended every PTA and teacher conference, and kept her husband and her kids happy.
It was a surprise when she won the fashion contest. She didn’t even know she was entered, but Steve mentioned that he had put her in for it. “You should get pampered once in a while,” he told her.
“But we can’t afford to buy anything!” she protested.
“It comes with a budget, doesn’t it?” Steve asked. Eventually, Anna was convinced and made the appointment with “personal shopper” from the contest. Steve was supposed to meet her there, but he had a last minute emergency at the office, so Anna went to the personal shopper’s office alone.
She was surprised to find that it wasn’t really an office, but his apartment. He had a lot of clothes ready for her, all in her size. Anna was a little surprised at how revealing all of the clothes were. During a break, she called her husband, worried.
“Honey, come on. You’ve got a great body. The whole idea is for you to pamper yourself and feel special. You’re worth it,” he told her. He went on to describe her best features, like her supple breasts, and her long, smooth legs. “Have fun, and send me pictures!”
Anna was emboldened by her husband’s encouraging words. She went to the personal shopper, Tyler, and warmed up a little more to his suggestions. She asked him to take a few photos to send her husband, and he gladly obliged. Steve responded to each text with raving compliments, which only encouraged Anna even more.
Anna found herself getting turned on more and more, especially after Tyler started joining in on the compliments. She had thought he was gay, but when it came up, he laughed and said he was very straight. Having such a young, handsome man compliment her only made her more and more turned on. When Tyler suggested they try some lingerie “for Steve’s benefit,” Anna found herself agreeing, even eagerly.
The lingerie was very revealing. At the beginning a lot of it was see through. “Your husband’s right,” Tyler told her, “Your breasts are amazing,” Anna was hesitant to send Steve any pictures of the revealing lingerie. She was less embarrassed than nervous her husband might be jealous and tell her to stop.
To her surprise, Steve was supportive and even sounded turned on. After a while, the see-through lingerie was nearly non-existent. Her breasts poured out of the top of the bustier and the split crotch panties did nothing to cover her warm, glistening pussy. Tyler was adjusting her garter when his hand “accidentally” grazed her pussy lips. Anna nearly collapsed from the electricity that surged through her body.
Before Anna knew it, she was on her back and Tyler’s mouth was humming between her legs. She came so hard, she felt as if she had passed out. When she awoke, it was from the orgasmic, stretching pain of Tyler’s cock pushing into her aching, wet cunt.
“Nnnno, nooo!” Anna cried. Tyler’s cock was barely inside of her, but he pulled it out. “I want it from behind,” she moaned, turning over onto her knees.
“As you wish,” Tyler said as he pulled her slim hips towards him, impaling her on his cock. Anna came twice more in quick succession before she began to grow accustomed to Tyler’s size. When she did, she was eagerly slamming herself back onto him, grunting and growling for his seed. “Shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” Tyler warned.
“In my mouth!” Anna demanded. She pulled away from him and spun around to catch her reward in her mouth, swallowing it all.
Three hours later, Anna was sleeping soundly in her lover’s bed. She purred a little satisfied moan when she heard her husband’s voice, speaking with Tyler.
“How did it go?” Steve asked.
“Wow, she was a real freak once she opened up. I mean–wow,” Tyler was saying. “I’ve been with pros that weren’t as talented. You sure she never…”
“Yeah,” Steve laughed. “As far as I know, I was the only guy she had ever been with,” Steve said correctly. “I’m glad she came around,” he added. “What do I owe you for this?”
“Well, I can send you a bill for the clothes if she wants to keep them, but the session is on me. I mean, wow. I’ve been doing this for a few years and she’s the best I’ve had in a while. Give her my number if you’re cool with that.”
“Please do,” Anna piped up from the bed. “And if he has a few friends, too.”
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