Glistening in the sunlight from the window, my cock stood erect as Rita’s fingers slid slowly around the head, mixing the tear drop of precum with the baby oil she had so liberally applied.
“God, Rita, just don’t stop,” but she did stop. She knew that I was so, so close to cumming that one more stroke of her slippery hand would open the floodgates.
The only recognition of my demand was a mischievous giggle. And then a sharp squeeze of my testicles, as if to bring me back to reality through pain.
My breathing slowed slightly, as I looked up at her face, with its smile, and framed by her blonde hair. And then she spoke, softly, almost whispering, “Philip’s idea was a good one wasn’t it?”
My mind quickly went back to Saturday evening, when, after too much wine, Philip. Rita’s husband, had joked about my broken arm restricting my ability to ‘have any playtime.’
The fact was my plaster cast prevented me doing lots of everyday things, at least properly, driving, cooking, washing.
“I didn’t realise he was serious Rita, and then when you…oh my god Rita.” My sentence drifted away as Rita grasped my cock once more, and slid her slender fingers up and down the shaft. I started to pant again, almost gasping. “For fucks sake don’t stop this time.”
Now the giggle was louder, and longer. “Now Mr Stringer, I’m not going to let it happen that easily.”
I could feel the impending orgasm building from the bottom of my pelvis through my balls, ” Oh god I’m going to come.”
“No you’re not,” replied Rita, and this time she squeezed the head of my cock as hard as she could.
Any temptation to cum rapidly disappeared.
“Jesus,” I yelped, and once more I could see Rita’s smile broaden.
My balls were aching, and whatever Rita might do now, I was ready.
When her fingers eventually slid around my cock again, they only moved up and down twice, and I erupted.
A jet of semen shot into the air, almost up to Rita’s face, before it splattered onto her wrist, followed by three, or four spurts flowing over her fingers, as she massaged it into the oily shaft.
As I cried out, I know not what, I heard Rita muttering, “C’mon Rob, that’s it, my word that’s quite a torrent, good grief.”
And then it was over, I sank back in the sofa, and Rita was wiping her hands with tissues, and then wiping me, as my cock started to recede.
“That sounded as though you enjoyed it,” Philip’s voice came from across the room. He had, if you like, been an interested observer!
That was almost how it all began. How I got together with my next door neighbours, Philip, and Rita Jones.
Let’s go back two weeks.
I’d broken my right arm just above the wrist when I tripped over a planter in the garden and fell onto the patio. Plastered and in a sling, I’d not really spoken much to the couple who’d Esenler Escort moved in next door. They were aware I was widowed, and when we swapped names, and chatted briefly, I realised they were moving in together, having both been recently divorced.
They’d invited me in for lunch, and we seemed to hit it off straight away. Philip was about my age, early 60s, while Rita was probably mid 40s. He was quite stocky, 5′ 8″ish, with balding grey hair, Rita was about the same height, with curly blonde hair, ample boobs, and the most beautiful ass. They’d had had an ongoing affair, which eventually had prompted the break up of both of their marriages.
After eating a one handed lunch Philip had opened a second bottle of Prosecco, and we settled down in their comfortable lounge.
It became evident quite quickly that they were very sexually active. The innuendos, and veiled, suggestive remarks between them told me that their chemistry was stimulating to both of them. It was as the wine was consumed that the conversation opened up. I was no innocent, but I was intrigued when they mentioned going to a particular club that I knew by name was a swingers club.
I saw Philip wink at Rita when I made reference to this.
“Yes, it’s a swingers club, Rob, we enjoy that lifestyle, I hope you aren’t too shocked?”
I wasn’t quite sure how to reply, but with the wine’s help I said, “Of course not Philip, it intrigues me actually. I must say that being single at my age doesn’t bring a lot of female company.”
Rita laughed, “For god’s sake you’ve still got a few years left yet! You’re a handsome guy, once that arm is mended we will fix you up with someone!”
I must have blushed bright red, and then the bombshell came.
“I guess that plaster stops you having any playtime, Rob,” Philip smiled, and then winked again at Rita. “Shall we do something about that Rita?”
Rita stood up and went briefly into the kitchen. She returned carrying a small bottle of baby oil. My mouth must have dropped open as she came and sat next to me, and started to unfasten my belt.
“Just relax Rob, this is just going to be a bit of help.”
And that’s the way it happened.
Philip broke the slightly embarrassing silence, and playfully said, “That’s broken the ice Rob, I hope you didn’t mind. I hope we can become good neighbours.” A heavy innuendo once more to which I replied, ” Hopefully the plaster comes off next week, and I’ll be able to function once again.”
“Let us know Rob, we’d love you to come for a meal one evening, perhaps we might get some friends round, and introduce you.”
“I’d love that, yes thank you Rita.”
And with that I returned home, slightly wobbly, but excited by the prospect of the possibilities.
Fortuitously, the hospital removed the plaster, and carefully I could resume Esenler Escort Bayan normal life. It was bliss being able to shower, cook properly, and to drive.
Philip and Rita had been keen to know my progress, so when Rita saw me in the street ready to get into my car, she came over and gave me a hug.
“Glad you’re back to normal,” she said, “come to us for dinner on Friday, will you? That’s if you’re free?”
“I’d love to Rita, yes, what time?”
“About 7pm, if that’s ok, it’ll only be the three of us probably.”
I drove off with expectation in my heart.
Friday arrived, and so did I at Philip and Rita’s front door. Handing Philip a bottle of wine he reciprocated with a large glass of red. As I was ushered into the lounge Rita appeared from the kitchen.
“Hello Rob, great to see you,” said Rita looking absolutely stunning in a tight fitting red dress, low cut, and above the knee. Red high heels completed the look.
“Wow,” I said, “you look absolutely super.”
“Why thank you Rob, you’re looking good yourself.”
Just then the doorbell rang. “Ah that’ll be Jennifer,” smiled Rita, “I thought I’d even up the numbers,” looking at me.
My heart skipped a beat. Was this ‘matchmaking’ on Rita’s part?
When Rita opened the door, Jennifer, a stunning, mid forties woman with wonderful dark eyes , stepped inside.
“Hi Jennifer,” Philip looked pleased, “a second gorgeous lady, what do you say Rob?”
Slightly embarrassed I replied, “Very much so Philip.”
Rita introduced us, and gave Jennifer a glass of wine.
The meal was delicious, Rita was an excellent cook, and I complimented her. The conversation was amusing and risqué, and Philip was on top form. When we got to coffee we moved to the two sofas, and surprisingly Rita sat next to me, and Jennifer was opposite, sitting next to Philip.
I wasn’t sure where the evening was going, until it became obvious that Philip was flirting outrageously with Jennifer. He was being very touchy-feely with her, and when Rita whispered in my ear, “I think my husband wants to fuck my friend,” i had to reply, “I think so.”
And when Rita rested her hand on my thigh, it started to look like a pre-planned scenario.
Rita rested her head on my shoulder, and we both relaxed into the sofa. I could feel her warm breath against my neck, as she whispered again, “Lets just watch.”
Philip had begun to kiss Jennifer, and she was massaging his cock through his trousers. It was arousing to watch his hand slide under her dress, and as it moved upwards, it revealed Jennifer’s shapely thighs. I could feel Rita breathing more quickly, when she saw Philip discover that Jennifer wore no panties. I could see his fingers start to open her pussy lips, and we both heard her gasp.
By this time my cock was Escort Esenler creating a bump in my trousers, and when Rita unzipped me it was her familiar fingers that pulled my cock free.
She lowered her head, and took me into her mouth. As she took as much of me as she could, I watched both Philip and Jennifer, strip out of their clothes. My hand rested on the back of Rita’s head as it bobbed up and down, and my cock hardened to its full length.
I saw Jennifer straddle Philip’s cock so that she was kneeling astride him, and I could see it disappear into her pussy. She began to raise and lower her hips, and there were groans starting to come from her. But by now my concentration was between my thighs.
As Rita bent over me I unzipped her dress, and she raised herself enough to slip it over her shoulders, and off, without stopping her sucking. I was in heaven, as I unclipped her bra, which allowed me to cup her breasts in my hands. Her nipples were prominent, and were delightful to play with, but I was now ready to fuck her. I wanted out of my clothes, and by now she was only wearing her panties.
As Rita assisted me in getting rid of my shirt, and I struggled out of my trousers, boxers, shoes and socks. In the background Jennifer was producing little cries, almost squeaks, and I’m sure Philip was doing all he could to bring her to orgasm.
Meanwhile, Rita had got rid of her panties, and we were both naked. She slipped down onto her knees between my legs, and picked up where she had left off, sucking me into the back of her throat. She was aware of her husband behind her, and I guessed she was hoping that my reaction to what she was doing to me would communicate to Philip.
When I suddenly said, “Oh god Rita, you’re gonna make me cum,” she slowed, and moved her body upwards, and we began kissing to slow things down. Her breasts were soft against my chest, and my rigid cock was pressing against her lower body, with her thighs sliding over my testicles. Her kissing was slow and erotic, her tongue seeking out every part of my mouth.. I just luxuriated in the whole sensation.
“Oh fuck Philip, I’m nearly there,” the shout came from Jennifer. What it did was to prompt Rita to raise herself above me, until her pussy lips sought out my cock. Her hand slipped down between us, and I felt her hold me as she slid down onto my shaft. Suddenly I was inside her, surrounded by her wetness, her heat squeezing me, and then she started to move.
Our eyes were inches apart, I could feel her breath on my face, and there were little murmurs starting in her throat. My hands were clasping her waist at first, but then I found her breasts, and feeling her nipples hard, rubbery, inflamed. At first her hips were rising and falling, and then she began to slide her hips, and therefore her clit back and forth on my pelvic bone.
“Fuck! Philip, fuck, oh god that’s it, that’s it,” Jennifer was cumming. It seemed to accelerate Rita’s orgasm. I felt her press down on me, her nails digging into the skin on my shoulders. Rotating her whole lower body we both came together.
The room carried the heavy scent of sex…where was this all going?