Loading...I’m middle-aged, a former Naval Officer and currently a CPA. I have my own business with no other employees. I was married once, but she had a boyfriend while I was at sea. I kicked her out and have been alone since.
I’m not complaining because I have many lady friends if you know what I mean. I own my own home in a nice residential neighborhood and the people there know I’m single. On one side of my house is a nice spinster lady with lots of animals.
She is only a couple of years older than I am, but thinks I’m older. Once, she was wearing an open buttoned blouse while working in her yard when we started talking across the back fence. She caught me staring in the direction of those opened buttons one day and asked what I was staring at. Naturally, being single, I told her. We’ve been intimate friends about every week or so ever since. We usually go to the same local motel. She is intelligent, hard working, sexy, keeps fit, and supervises a group at the local telephone company. She’s always been a dynamo in bed, but isn’t interested in much more than friend and devoted sex partner.
Several other ladies around the neighborhood have caught my eye – – all married. The lady across the street is younger than I am and sexy in her own way. She’s only about five foot two and just slightly overweight (which is what I really favor in a woman). However, she’s always talking with other ladies in the block and usually about other neighbors. My friendly neighbor, next door, has been reported to the County Health Department and the local SPCA because she has so many animals. She finds lost animals, rescues them from the street and can’t seem let them go except to good friends with homes. Anyway, I’ve digressed so I’ll continue, my friendly neighbor believes the lady across the street is the person that has been reporting her, and that she’s a no good busy body. The busy is certainly true, because she has her husband outside mowing the lawn, trimming, or painting several times a week.
These people, across the street, have three grown, male children. They’ve all moved out except for visits home. The Mom must have married when she was sixteen and had the boys by the time she was nineteen, because the boys are a year apart and the youngest just turned nineteen. The lady seems to always wear baggy, knee-length drab looking shorts and a man’s type short sleeved shirt. They hide the body quite effectively, and I’ve let my mind wonder what’s beneath them.
Whenever her husband is outside, she is too. However, many times she works or waters the yard when he is gone. This leaves her approachable by other neighborhood ladies. And, they do approach her and gossip for long periods.
To get to the story, these neighbors have a motor home that normally resides elsewhere. I think they must rent space at a local RV storage area. Of course, it’s possible that they share it with the kids and let them store it at their homes for vacations and trips. Whenever these neighbors use the motor home, they’ll usually bring it home on a Wednesday afternoon. She’ll spend the afternoon washing, cleaning and otherwise vacuuming it for a long weekend or a local weekend trip.
I found out accidentally one night that the nights the thing is in the driveway she sleeps and acts as guard in the motor home. She must be afraid someone will steal or vandalize it. She’ll wait until her hubby is ready for bed, turn out the houselights, pause for a few minutes and then quietly open the front door. Then, she’ll step out on the porch and look both ways before hastening to the motor home. She can grab the rail and swing herself up those steps and into the home at a trot. It appears that she usually wears only babydoll style nightclothes. Once inside, the lights are on dimly for a couple of hours before she turns them off and presumably goes to bed. She gets up about the time the sky starts to lighten and then locks the motor home, runs over to the house front door, unlocks it and enters.
When I said I accidentally found out, I meant it. But that’s a long story itself.
Anyway, I used to go for an evening walk about nine o’clock each night. I usually walked down the street on my side, cross over at the end, and return on the opposite side of the street. I’d been doing it for so long that the neighborhood had grown accustomed to it, and seldom noticed me. It must have been a Wednesday, because the motor home had been brought home that evening and parked in their driveway. They must have been planning to leave extra early the following morning,
As I came up the street, I noticed the lamp on inside the trailer, and the houselights were turned off. Then as I walked by in my Nike’s I noticed that one of the blinds was not fully drawn and light was spilling out. Their driveway had a high well-trimmed hedge running from the front sidewalk to the backyard. That hedge provided some privacy from their next door neighbors.
I was very curious and instead of crossing the street, I quietly walked to that side window and looked in. The lady was lying on a double bed at the back of the motor home. She had removed her night clothes and was watching a porno movie on the inside television while pleasuring herself. I could hardly believe it. That was really a sight, and then I noticed how beautiful her body was. I’d always known she had a beautiful face. But I hadn’t imagined that body.
When I reached my home and locked the door, I went to bed, I was so aroused that I couldn’t get to sleep. I concentrated on her and tried to think of a way that I could make love to her.
I liked her husband and didn’t want the complication of a disgruntled neighbor or the possibility of their divorcing facing me. You’ll notice that I was such an egoist that I felt certain that I could take her from him. I tried to think of another way.
When I woke the next morning, the motor home was gone. But, I’d dreamed of a way that might work. I have a friend that has a friend that gets my friend Roofies (Rohypnol?). This is the date rape drug. Anyway, my friend says he would never use the drug on anyone but his wife. When I’d asked what he meant, he said that his wife had always been uptight about sex. They’d experimented together and they found that a smaller than normal dosage would relax her and heighten their encounters.
I asked him if he could get me some. But, how was I to administer the drug to my neighbor? I certainly didn’t want her to wake up and call the police.
Then I remembered another chemical that I’d used for the heel spurs that I acquired when I’d played tennis years earlier. That chemical is Dimethyl Sulfoxide. It would penetrate the skin on contact and could carry another chemical into the bloodstream quickly without breaking the skin. A few mystery story writers have written about it, usually as a writing tool in their plot to carry a lethal poison into a victim’s system. I had a very old bottle at home that I’d bought at a cattle feed store years earlier. It seems that it is not approved for human use, but can be applied to animals – – usually horses. If not selling it for human usage, isn’t it strange that the maker goes to such great lengths to describe on the label that his product is chemically pure.
Anyway, if I could dissolve one chemical in the other I might have a way of getting it to her. So, I began experimenting. I found that the date drug would dissolve in very little water, and the result would dissolve in the Sulfoxide.
When I had completed it the experiment, I wanted to test it for safety. What better person than myself? I recorded the time and then used a small brush to paint it on the sole of one foot. Almost instantly I sensed that garlic taste in the back of my mouth that is characteristic of the Sulfoxide. Then I blacked out for more than an hour, and didn’t remember anything after that except the application.
My solution was complete. It would take a while before she slept in the motor home again, but I was ready. I placed the bottle of my concoction into the medicine cabinet.
They returned home Sunday afternoon and the motor home disappeared that evening.
It was a long time before the motor home showed up again. Nine weeks later I came home about five o’clock and noticed the motor home in their driveway. Had my time arrived? I decided that it had.
About eight that evening I went for my usual walk, but this time I carried the Sulfoxide mixture and a clean brush in my pocket. As I returned, I darted up to the door of the motor home and painted the two handrails with the stuff. As short as she was, she had to use those handrails to climb in. I went home, left the front door open and the lights out, and then I waited.
Just after nine she came out, went through her routine and climbed into the home. She had grown used to closing all the curtains except that one in the corner. There was a table in front of it and she’d have to climb over it to pull the curtain.
I waited fifteen minutes, left my home and quickly walked down the street and returned. Again as I walked by the motor home I walked to that window and looked in. She had just made it to the bed when the stuff hit her. That stuff works fast.
She must have been planning to come back and lock the door, but never made it. The porno tape was on the floor next to the bed. I opened the door and switched off the inside light. Then I climbed in and went back to the bed where the night light was already on.
I teased her a little before I was sure she was out. She responded sluggishly to everything, but didn’t open her eyes. I wasn’t going to take a chance, so I painted the bottom of one foot with another dose of the stuff, and then removed that babydoll. I gasped. She was more beautiful than I’d remembered. I had to touch her all over. She moaned softly and responded slowly to every touch. Is there any wonder now why guys like the Roofy’s?
I took off my clothes and lay beside her. I took her hand and placed it on me. She squeezed without looking and began a slow movement of her hand. I nuzzled and kissed those beautiful breasts before taking them into my mouth one at a time. I stroked a soft mound of dark fur where her legs came together. Slowly, I pushed her thighs apart, reached in and stroked her. She was wet and soft. I placed my hand between the thighs and began a soft stroke. When she moaned again, I slid two fingers between the folds of those pink lips and continued to softly stroke her. She came alive, but not awake, and started moving those perfect hips. She thrust and retracted her hips at an impossible rate. I bent my head and buried my face and tongue. She was sweet smelling and sweeter tasting. Her hands came down and held my head in place and then pushed her hips against my eager mouth.
Finally, rock hard, I entered her and tried not to hurt her in any way. She was wet and responsive. She made love to me with great passion and abandon. I climaxed and could tell that she did also.
I got an idea and went through the whole thing again and when I was about to climax, I reached down and squeezed with enough force that I lost nothing. But I had to do something so I grab some tissue from a box next to the bed and then moved up close to her face. I placed my fingers on her nostrils and closed them. She opened her mouth to breathe and I released her nose and slid my member between her lips – – hoping she wouldn’t bite it. She didn’t bite and I released my hand and spilled freely onto her tongue and into her mouth.
She swallowed and actually smiled. I didn’t want to but I withdrew it, then I wiped her lips and chin.
She was in for a surprise when she awakened in the morning and noticed the strange taste in her mouth. I turned on the TV, turned down the volume control and slipped in the tape. As I left, I painted the bottom of her other foot and then started the program. I locked the door and closed it after me. I wiped off the handrails with a fresh set of Kleenex. Satisfied and tired, I went home to sleep.
Thursday morning I saw her leave the motor home, a little unsteady on her feet, but otherwise she appeared okay. I went to work and returned home about four that afternoon.
Her husband was not at home because his car was gone. A few minutes after I entered, when I had been thinking about a repeat effort tonight, there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door and she was standing there. I said hi and asked what I could do for her. She called me a dirty name and then told me that she knew what I’d done. Then still angry, she said that she was going to decide what to do to me. I said what did I do? She said for me not to act stupid, that I knew what I’d done and that she had a videotape to prove it. She said that I’d better be home when they got home Sunday or she would turn it over to the police.
I disclaimed any guilt and assured her I was innocent of any wrongdoing. She sneared at me, kicked the door and stormed off mad as a hornet.
I was really in trouble. I didn’t know what the tape showed. I hadn’t known there was a camera and I couldn’t imagine where it was located. She hadn’t called the police yet, or told her husband, so maybe there was still a chance.
I’ve always been rather devious and protective on my own ass, so I started planning.
The self-service gas station that I use has an inside mini-market, and a few months ago I’d noticed that just inside the door were the newspapers they sold. On a shelf below the most current were stored the unsold papers from the entire week. Apparently, the news delivery guy would pick up and give credit for the unsold ones on Saturday mornings while delivering the start of the next week.
I went to the station and the guy was happy to sell me the previous Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday editions.
I then went to a local Wal-Mart where I bought three of the latest, and smallest, Sony Camcorders. These much smaller versions of the old video camera systems could fit in the palm of your hand and included a night vision recording feature. A final item at Wal-Mart was a twenty two inch long toolbox made of clear plastic. Everything else I needed was in supply at home.
When I got home, I installed one camera hidden in the bedroom, and another one hidden to catch anyone in the living room or at the front door. The third camera I mounted for quick removal below the tray in the toolbox, its lens pointing out the end of the box. Then I drilled some small holes along the side of the box to allow sound to penetrate. A slight additional modification to the box allowed me to install a small push-style switch sticking through the bottom and then I wired it to the remote control connection on the camera. Whenever the toolbox was placed on a flat surface the switch was actuated and the camera would start filming.
I went through my plan one more time. There was still one troubling issue that I had to work out, it would take time, and if I was incredibly lucky I would be protected.
That Sunday afternoon they returned and parked the home in the driveway, but this time it didn’t leave. Apparently they were going to use it again. I waited that long afternoon. and into the evening. At nine I went for my usual stroll and returned home. Shortly after nine there a soft knock on the front door. It was her.
She was dressed in what we used to call a car coat, and her knee length shorts. She whispered for me to let her in. I unlocked the screen door and she slipped in and closed both doors after her. As the door shut I noticed the light was on in the motor home.
She was staring hard at me and I could still see the anger burning there. I started to say that I didn’t know what her problem was but that I was innocent. However, before I could get the words out, she said that many weeks earlier she’d seen footprints in the freshly raked soil at a place directly opposite that rear window of the home. Then, she went on to say that concern about the motor home being stolen had caused her to pressure her husband into installing video cameras and recorders that watched the home. Apparently the recorders were on a continuous tape loop and turned on whenever they brought the thing home.
Her curiosity had been aroused by the footprints and so she had gone in and reviewed the tape. She found tape of me viewing her through the rear window like a peeping tom. She hadn’t reported it but had kept the tape. She said that she didn’t think the police would do anything more than warn me.
Apparently there are three cameras at her house, too. She said one of the other cameras had picked me up painting something on the handrails of the home, entering and leaving, wiping the rails off, and then leaving. The most damaging was a recorder inside the home that recorded everything I did while inside.
What could I say?
She said she’d watched the inside tape several times and it had taken her a long time to plan her revenge. Now she was going to tell me what to do. She pulled a small index card with notes from her jacket pocket.
First, she said that I was to do everything she demanded of me without argument or question. Second, I would be available at anytime of day or night if she wanted to see me. Third, I was to purchase an automobile van with side access doors, dark-tinted side and rear windows, air-conditioning, a small refrigerator, a closable curtain behind the front seats, and a large side-to-side air mattress in the back. Fourth, I was to clean out the garage and keep the van in the garage. Fifth, I was to install a door to allow entering or leaving the house from within the garage, and a remote controlled garage door opener. Sixth, I was to build a small exercise room accessible through lockable doors from inside the master bedroom and from the outside and I was to provide her with five sets of keys to these doors. This room was to be equipped with some standard exercise equipment and a one way mirror from the bedroom. Next, I was to install a set of outside remote controlled video cameras and a monitor that could watch my front door, the side of the house that gave access to the new exercise room, and a camera with remote zoom feature to cover the street including her own front yard. Finally, I was to install motion detectors in her front yard and my own. The detector in her yard was to be hidden in a flower pot and must include a remote wireless alarm in my master bedroom.
Oh yes she said, “From now on you will work at home except for short trips to your office to see clients. One more thing — I want it all completed within three weeks. Now show me the master bedroom”.
I sleep alone, so I only have a twin sized bed in that bedroom. Now, she added some changes. I was to change to a king sized bed with any comfortable mattress I chose. I was to add large side and ceiling mirrors. I was to purchase a bench for the bedroom. She described the bench to me as having wrought iron ends and polished wooden bottom and back, about four feet long similar to the old style park benches. The bench was not to be too close to the wall. The remote camera viewing monitors were to be installed so they could be seen from the bed and to be turned on manually or by either of the motion sensors. I was to add plush deep carpeting throughout the house
Wow! She’d really planned this out. I was in for a major lifestyle change and it was going to cost me a bundle — I estimated it to be over thirty thousand dollars. But then, my business wasn’t hurting and this might keep me from going to jail. Reluctantly I agreed, but mentally I was thinking that this might be fun.
Now, she removed the jacket and I noticed the babydolls under it tucked into the waist of the shorts. She unbuttoned and stepped out of them. The night clothes were a new color and very transparent, they held closed only by a small tie at the neck. I could see it all and she was a vision.
She said “When I came over I wasn’t certain that I was going to do this now, but you’ve been so agreeable that I have to reward you”. When I asked, she told me that her husband was dead-tired from driving all day and was soundly asleep. He knew she was going to spend the night in the motor home.
Now she reminded that I’d agreed to do everything she demanded without any question, and told me to get naked. This time she was wide awake when she handled me and we made love until four that morning. When she left she gave me a long lingering kiss and said that I was in for some additional surprises, and a little ridicule. I’m wondering about that.
Well, it took me slightly over three weeks. Every time I saw her from across the street she would hold up three fingers to remind me. She recognized that I was proceeding steadily, and gave me a thumbs up when I drove the new van into the yard (I guess I could have gotten a used van, but what the heck, I traded in my car).
I used some of my Navy training to install all of the electronics. Then I had a contractor make the changes to add the exercise room, modify the garage and bedroom, and have the carpet changed. The contractor added a ten percent charge for the deadline and he almost made it. I hung a temporarily out of town sign in the window of my business, called all my clients to schedule the work at home, and gave them a number to reach me if necessary. I then moved into and converted one of the other bedrooms to an office. The new king-sized bed and park bench arrived the following day, and the exercise equipment two days later. I hinged a picture and hung it over the one-way mirror to the exercise room. I also found out that if the bedroom light was on, and the exercise room was dark, you could through the opposite way through the mirror and into the bedroom.
I was ready. She picked up the keys that Wednesday night but wouldn’t tell me why she wanted them. Her husband had gotten Thursday and Friday off work and they left early Thursday morning.
It was going to be a long weekend, and I would miss her.
Thursday night, the motion detector went off in my front yard and I watched a stealthy figure walk across the front yard, along the side of the house, take out a key and open the darkened exercise room and then heard the key in the bedroom door. It couldn’t be her.
I’d been lying on the bed in a darkened room, with only my skivvies on, when the door opened and then closed. I snapped on the light and saw the lady from two doors down the street. Her name was Mary and She leered at me and said that my neighbor had sent her and told her that I would do anything I was told. At first, she said she didn’t believe it, but that her husband was out of town until Monday and she was feeling horny. So she was going to try it.
Mary is probably ten years older than I am, and obviously a close friend of my neighbor. I asked what she’d been told. So, she said that she was only told that I was her sex slave and would do anything she wanted.
So that was it. I was to be a sex slave. How interesting. I decided to play along.
Mary was probably very beautiful when she was young, and things hadn’t changed much. However, she was a domineering woman and made her husband toe the mark. She devoured me with her eyes and demanded to see what was beneath my skivvies. When I dropped the briefs to the floor her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She literally ran over to me, crouched to the floor and wrapped her hands around it. Then she kissed it long and hard and wrapped her arms around my hips. She was almost crying when she stood again.
She stripped her long coat and dress off quickly and then asked how she looked. When I didn’t answer, she looked down at my stiffened member and smiled. She said “this is going to be a night I’ll never forget”.
She had ample breasts, well formed hips and a cute butt – – sensational for an older gal. Her soft tummy bulged only slightly and her legs curved into a very promising crop of dark hair just as they came together.
She spread her legs and said “Come over here and touch me”. I did. She said “Get on your knees and I want to feel your lips and tongue inside me”. She did, and from there Mary turned me everywhere but loose. I had a great night and enjoyed it all. She left at five that morning and promised to come back. She said she hadn’t felt that alive since she was eighteen. She wasn’t as fine as my neighbor across the street, but she was great and I looked forward to out next encounter.
Friday night, another alarm, I thought it was Mary again but it wasn’t. This time it was Carol from five doors down on the opposite side of the street. Carol was twenty seven and the mother of three kids. She had two older girls and a boy. None of them was over four years old.
Carol had been given a key and told a story similar to Mary’s. Carol had never lost her baby fat and she was a large girl just two inches short of six feet tall. She was blond and worked days as a waitress in a pretty good restaurant. Her husband was a long-distance truck driver and out of town for many days at a time. He’d gotten drunk the night before he left and hadn’t been able to perform. She was feeling really horny.
Now when I said Carol had never lost her baby fat, that isn’t a criticism. She worked hard and had an ample figure. Her demeanor was always such that she had guys do a bit of flirting at work, but never anything serious when she looked back at them. That was their tough luck because she was a treasurer. She was soft in all the right places. She said her husband had never satisfied her needs and her actions confirmed it to me.
Carol rode me hard but didn’t put me away wet. She’d clean me up and then go for another ride. She was always careful and would usually slow down and stop when she saw that I was about to climax. So, I was good for a long four hours of nearly continuous sex.
About two that morning she confided that she’d never had, or given, oral sex. I satisfied that shortcoming immediately. Then, she told me that it was nearly impossible for her to realize how satisfying it was. She wanted and she gave. When she gave, she didn’t want to quit. When it was given to her she would tremble all over and moan continuously. When I slowed down, she asked me to stop because she thought she was afraid the pleasure would drive her crazy. Obviously I couldn’t stop then.
She used her breasts with my member between them and would coax me with them until I spilled all over her chin. She would open her mouth and try to catch it. She sometimes did. Her nipples were beautiful and very sensitive. One breast still made milk – – it was delicious, and I probably stimulated the other breast to begin again.
When it was five o’clock she didn’t want to leave. She said she was in love with me. I assured her that she was fantastic, and honestly told her that the guys at the restaurant and her own husband were crazy not to appreciate her. I suggested that she might share her feelings with her husband and tell him that she was curious about oral sex even if they’d never done it. She say naked in my lap facing me and we did it all over again. Then she left and I was alone. I slept all day after two solid nights of being a sex slave. This was hard work, but I loved it.
Saturday night another visitor. She parked in the driveway across the street. This time I was really amazed. It was my neighbor’s oldest daughter-in-law. She was only twenty two years old. She’d confided with Mom that her husband didn’t always satisfy her. Mom had talked to the son and had her husband talk to him about his husbandly duties. He was getting better, but still had a long way to go. Mom wanted them to stay together, so she’d given her my key and told her I was a sex slave. Her name was Rachel.
Rachel was timid at first, but after I worked on her for awhile she became an extremely active participant. She showed me things that I’m not sure I’d ever heard or seen. Rachel was a contortionist, although she’d never shown her husband or the family. One of the things she showed me by sitting on me, rocking back and forth a couple of times to bury it deeper within her and then she picked up one leg by the foot and placed it behind her head. Next she picked up the other and placed it there also. Finally she said “Do you want to spin me?” Wow! I answered by spinning her. I could give it to her from in front or from in back with equal ease. When she was all balled up, she liked me to pick her up like a basketball, roll her over and use my mouth to tantalize her. To top it off, she could swallow me the way a sword swollower handles a sword. This girl was amazing, well-proportioned, thoroughly female, and an interesting and involved partner.
When she finally left, I was exhausted again and thoroughly intrigued and satisfied. I suggested that, in the interest of her marriage, she should slowly work up to showing her husband her entire repertoire. I encouraged her to do it slowly so that he didn’t think she’d had a lot of partners or experience doing this in sex. She thanked me, kissed me again, and then told me she hoped to see me again.
Sunday afternoon the neighbor arrived home again. Again, the motor home stayed the night and I received a fantastic visit from across the street at nine fifteen that night. She asked how I enjoyed myself and then told me she’d been in touch with everybody and that they were totally satisfied. She said she could only listen, because her husband had been in the room the entire time the others had described their encounters.
She was turned on and wanted assurance that my other visitors weren’t better than she was. I teased her awhile before acknowledging that they only made me want her more. I told her about some of the problems they were having and she seemed to know about most of them. She didn’t know her daughter-in-law had such talent and approved of my advice to her. She also knew that Carol felt inferior when there was no physical reason. She also knew they were all lonely. She also told me that they’d discussed it together and decided that I needed more exercise. They decided who would have me for what night, if they could get away for it. She also reserved me herself for three nights. Carol on Mondays, Mary on Thursdays, she had Tuesdays and Fridays, her Daughter-in-law had me on Sundays. They would see who was available each Saturday. She knew that I usually went somewhere for the day on Wednesdays. I asked if I didn’t have anything to say about it. She said no, that it was part of my agreement and that I should start taking extra potency vitamins. Is this going to be a dream or a nightmare?
Then, we made up for lost time. She was hungry, ravenous, for attention and she returned it with as much dedication as she demanded. But things were not over, or stable, yet. I needed insurance just in case, although I was nearly certain that I wouldn’t need it.
I spend every Wednesday, as I’ve said, with my next door neighbor lady. When I got to the motel she was waiting for me and said that I looked as if I’d lost weight. Then she asked if that was the lady across the street that she’d heard one night. I then told her the whole incredible story. She was shocked but extremely interested and wanted every detail. Then she said it was obvious why I’d lost weight and told me she was on my diet, too. She asked me not to tell any of the others about her. I told her my lips were sealed and she said that I could seal them when we were finished. She set out to prove she was just as good as any of the rest – – and she almost is. Before we parted, she demanded a key, also. The following week she put a gate between her backyard and mine. She had to take out some cinder blocks to do it and hired a mason. She planned to use that gate to avoid being seen if necessary.
Two weeks later, my favorite neighbor from across the street came over in the daytime, to the front door and let herself in. She brought over a pair of shorts, sweatshirt and sneakers, and stashed them in my bedroom closet. She asked if I could help her with something at her house. I grabbed my toolbox and a newspaper and followed her over. When we got there, I set the box on the floor in the hallway pointing in to her bedroom stopped in the doorway and opened the newspaper. Then I grabbed her and carried her to the bed. It was a very nice, soft bed. She looked beautiful laying on it.
I asked her to repeat her original ‘blackmail’ scheme and she asked why. I said that I was still turned on by it and wanted to hear it again. She told me again. I whispered, “Now force me to make love to you”. She did. The camcorder caught every bit of it and I felt free. The tape showed a date on the paper that was two days before the tapes she made of me. It showed us making love in her bed on that date. After she was satisfied, she asked about what she’d originally came to get me for. I took care of it gathered my toolbox, kissed her and left.
Now, I really felt like a heel. She’d only been good to me. She’d arranged every man’s dream and it had come true. But, I hid the tape in the same place I’d been hiding tapes from the first day.
The following Saturday night, two figures showed up and entered my bedroom. My favorite neighbor had brought Carol with her. They didn’t really get involved in girl-girl stuff, but enjoyed watching, playing and participating with me. One would sit on my waist while the other would sit on my face. Two different girls riding you at the same time is unbelievable. Then would one would kiss me high and the other would kiss me low. Two sets of tongues and lips can drive you wild. Two girls can definitely wear you out.
They each kissed me and left at five. I slept for two hours when I was awakened by my friend next door. She came in through the fence and used her key to get in. She wanted more details, but not before we made love. I don’t know how I did it. After, she let me sleep and left late in the afternoon.
We almost got caught a few times. Her husband came looking for her at about ten one night. We’d been making love for nearly the full hour and were dripping wet form the workout. He looked up and down the darkened street and then headed our way. She told me she’d told him that I’d told her to come over and use the exercise room anytime she wanted. She grabbed her stuff from the closet, through it on, poured water from a glass down her shoulders, slid the sneakers on and went out the door into the exercise room. She climbed on the treadmill and was just stepping off when he came to the door and looked in. He didn’t even let her know he’d been there and left. I watched him return home and called her in and told her. She made love again quickly and then went home. When she got there, he apparently told her that he was concerned about her going out at night. He also wanted to make love. She told him she had to shower after all that exercise and would be into the bedroom in a few minutes. She did and he did. After that, all the ladies started keeping exercise stuff in the closet.
A couple of times, he or the husband of one of the other ladies would come looking. When they knocked on the door, I too, told them I’d been exercising. Then I would shower and get dressed. The ladies would put on their exercise suits and shoes, go out through the inside garage door into the van. Then they would sit or lie down on the floor of the van while I pulled out and drove down the street. I always kept the curtain closed. After I’d driven part way around the block I would stop and let them out and then drive around for a while. The ladies would walk or jog home and meet there husbands at home, feigning having gone for a jog or walk. One day, when two of the ladies were visiting, I had to take them both out. They were lying on the floor as I pulled out. Their husbands, one of them the trucker, stopped me and asked if I’d seen Carole. He’s a big guy. I said no, but if I saw her I’d let her know he was looking for her. He thanked me, and as he started to walk away, he stopped again and said “That’s a sweet van”. I thanked him. He asked if he could see it closer, maybe see how I’d equipped it inside. The other ladies husband walked up too and expressed an interest. He said they’d been thinking of getting a van, too. I said I’d be glad to show them, but I was late to meet a client and to hurry right now. I said how about later this afternoon. They agreed and I pulled away.
My friends in the rear were sweating bullets when I stopped to let them out. They discussed their story briefly and jogged back home together. They were safe.
After several months, I was just getting somewhat used to the schedule when the daughter-in-law and Carol started missing appointments. I was afraid that maybe I was slipping, not satisfying them any longer. I needn’t have worried. When they did show up they told me they’d taken my advice and the husbands had been slow but were coming around and actually getting more involved. They didn’t want to call it off, just come less frequently. Eventually, I guess those wayward hubbies learned what sex is all about, and those ladies are the most faithful you’ll ever find. I still see them, but now its for novelty and a little spice.
Mary’s husband travels less, and I guess she also showed him some new tricks that were welcome after so many years of marriage. I see her maybe once every two months.
Next door and across the street are still faithful to me. I’ve destroyed that tape I made, and she gave her tapes to me for destruction. I kept the inside one and l enjoy viewing it every now and then.
The lady next door has found voyeuring an interesting and new experience. Some time she’ll ask me to turn off the exercise light and leave on the bedroom light. She watches up through the one way mirror. Every now and then I see her nose pressed against the glass.
It turned out that the lady across the street had never called the Health Department or SPCA. It was the lady behind her that had been doing it. After this my two neighbors became fast friends. They are open with each other and know of the comings and goings.
In fact they sometimes come over together. Their relationship has flowered, and they enjoy each other in my presence occasionally in a wholesome and special way. I believe them when they say they would never do it except in my company and for my enjoyment. They aren’t much different in age and they share something in common. Me.
I love them both dearly.