Meating The New Neighbors

Michael went in to use Tyler's john. As he made his way from the patio to the sliding door, he looked over and saw someone else behind her, Josh having been replaced, and he heard Heather say that she also had some cramps in her legs from running. She looked around at everyone and pleaded theatrically, "I keep telling you that both legs bother me. Wish I could find a decent therapist for that problem." She pulled her skirt up even more and pointed at her thighs. She did not have to yell to be heard because all the guys were barely breathing, much less talking. "I'm an expert," someone finally said, and there was a subdued murmur, not laughter. And Michael guessed he wasn't the only one to suspect that her underpants had to be really small because as high up as her skirt was, you couldn't make out the panties. But Michael was hardly an expert on women, he admitted to himself.

Michael found the john himself, and, remarkably, he didn't see his wife's discarded panties lying on the floor next to the garbage can. When he came out, Heather was back sitting on the top of the picnic table long-ways, her left leg stretched out and her right bent. Her skirt was practically all the way up to her crotch. Lemont was on the table too, kneeling behind her, his knees snug against her sides. As Michael watched him move what he assumed were his hands up and down her back, Lemont noticed his gaze and smiled, then said, "Hey, Michael, my man, could you call for pizza?" Tyler and Josh jumped right in with that, hurriedly looking Michael's way then turning back to face the table. Michael once again was willing to be a helpful guest and agreed to step in the kitchen and get the order over the phone. As he wrote down the pizzas to get before going in, Michael noticed Reggie was sitting on one bench facing her at waist level, rubbing her leg, and Ryan was on the other doing the same thing. She moved her leg toward Reggie, so that he could get at the ache, and bent her other leg toward Ryan. Reggie looked over at Michael and said to her, "Here?" and she said, "Sort of," and then he would move his strong ebony hands elsewhere and ask, "Here?" He seemed intent on helping her and, although Matt was kind of blocking his view by standing in front of her sort of, Michael could see that Reggie was sincerely trying to locate the pains in her legs. He was very thorough. So was Ryan. As far as Michael could tell, Heather was so relaxed from this attention and her Margaritas that her eyes were closed and her mouth somewhat open, her tongue slowly licking her upper lip. Unseen by her husband, Lemont, Reggie, and Ryan, in unison, were massaging her wet pussy, inside and out, especially rubbing her clit, and licking their fingers clean, eagerly tasting her flowing juices.

Matt was grabbing a brat and, when her husband noticed two others taking over and working on what he thought were her leg cramps, he told Michael that all the lifeguards could be trusted to massage Heather because they needed to know this for lifesaving. "She's in good hands," he said confidently as he returned to his spot right in front of her, facing her. Whoever was working her legs now was getting more and more vigorous, taking turns in using an in and out motion with an arm bent, like they were rubbing back and forth, faster and faster, parallel with her upper leg, Michael noticed. His lovely bride graciously bathed in all the flattery she was getting non-stop from these jocks, who were saying a lot of positive things to her the whole time. As she lay more and more against him, she gripped Lemont's arms tighter. She seemed to be singing or humming a tune Michael couldn't make out. Someone, looking his way, quickly leaned over to the boom box next to the table and turned up the music to drown her out. What didn't occur to Michael was the fact that these horny jocks were deeply fucking their fingers vigorously in and out of his wife's dripping pussy and she was moaning and groaning loudly, having another powerful orgasm. 

It was dark now. Michael barely recognized Matt and Ryan, who were currently attending to his wife's aches and pains, having taken the lifeguards' places. She was holding another Margarita in her hand, still sitting long-ways on the table, and another one of the growing number of lifeguards, Michael assumed, someone new to the party and unknown by him, was now sitting behind her rubbing her back too, or her side, although, where Lemont and Reggie stood, the two big, black jocks were blocking Michael's view. Heather seemed to be leaning snugly against the handsome lifeguard, so that she was reclining in his lap, and Matt and Ryan were massaging both of her legs pretty high up, with that really quick motion Michael had noticed earlier. She didn't seem to mind at all, and was now swearing at someone. This amused some of the guys and they laughed, apparently grateful to hear that a gal could swear like a sailor. 

Michael guessed the aches were really high up her legs. He was appreciating the fact that these jocks were taking up the time at a social gathering to helping out his wife and relieve her discomfort, but worried they were hurting her, the way she was acting. She seemed to be getting better, judging from the sounds of physical relief she was making, but was gasping like she just walked twenty flights of stairs. At one point, she seemed to have this great release of pain because she cried out and swore again. The Margarita must have spilled because Michael saw something dripping down from the open slots in the top of the picnic table to the ground and some of the guys looked down with amusement and kidded her about "really getting into it." Little did Michael know, it wasn't a spilled Margarita leaking down to the ground from slots in the table top but it was his sexy wife cumming yet again, this time in buckets, and she was spraying the table and the busy hands of Matt, Ryan, and the lifeguard sitting behind her, which were still pumping in and out of her cum-flowing pussy. 

Michael went into the kitchen to call in the pizzas, which took time, and also got more food and beer, his role for the night apparently being the quartermaster, chef and bartender.

While he was inside the house, Matt, Ryan, and the lifeguard eagerly licked their hands clean then quickly took turns hungrily lapping up some of her tasty spent juices straight from her dripping pussy lips. Heather spread her legs wide open so the jocks could easily lick at her wet pussy, then the lifeguard, happy with his mouthful of her delicious pussy juice, sat behind her again and held her ankles up in the air with each hand and kept her legs spread open for the other guys. When Matt and Ryan finally pulled away from her pussy as well, the others surrounding the table each hurriedly took a turn tonguing and sucking her still-dripping cunt. They didn't stop until each guy had a taste of her leaking juices.

It took him two trips, and, the second time he came out, Michael noticed two more guys. No one introduced him to them. He heard Tyler say to them, "Was I right? Fuckin' hot?" The two good-looking and buff new comers readily agreed as they were licking their wet lips and a couple of their fingers clean, savoring the taste of something they had just eaten. "Fuckin' tasty, too!" one of them remarked with a devilish smirk on his handsome face, as they came over and sort of smiled and stared at him. Michael assumed they were commenting on the obvious success of Tyler's party and the delicious and juicy taste of the burgers and brats he had grilled earlier. While he introduced himself and told them who he was, Michael smiled, pointed his head to the grill, and said, "There's more where that came from." The jocks laughed, and one said, "Awesome!" Michael realized that the party was gathering even more momentum. What he didn't realize was that the jocks were discussing his "hot" wife and her "tasty" pussy as they licked her juices from their lips and fingers. 

Michael went into the kitchen for more food, and, when he came out, Heather, Tyler, and Josh were gone. He was trying to find out where they were and he heard someone yell from the pool area, "But I called it first. Well, I get first in line when they come back." Reggie told him that Heather wanted to swim and went home to change into a swimsuit. Tyler and Josh had expressed an interest in a guided tour so they went with her, since Tyler had shown her around his place earlier in the evening. Michael stepped toward the fence to go to his house, and Reggie grabbed him by the arm and said, "I need to ask you a computer question…" The black jock cornered him and seemed sincerely interested in getting his opinion about his Mac, Michael thought, so he reluctantly stayed behind.

Meanwhile, in Michael's master bedroom, Heather was laying on her back on the king-size bed, completely naked, with her legs up in the air and resting on Tyler's broad shoulders, while he knelt between her legs and fucked his giant cock deeply in and out of her wet pussy. The blond jock was really pounding her cunt hard, with long and vigorous thrusts. "Yeah, give me that monster cock!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard! Rip me open with that BIG fucker!" Josh quickly knelt over her flat stomach so he could fuck his big cock in the cleavage between those bulging breasts. With each forward thrust of Josh's cock, she licked and sucked the bloated tip clean of the jock's oozing precum. Her screams were getting increasingly louder the faster and harder and rougher Tyler fucked her. He feared everyone back at his party could hear her. When Tyler finally blasted his huge load of cum inside her pussy several minutes later, he pulled out of her and Josh slid down her body and slipped his drooling prick into her squishy pussy, now filled with his best bud's semen, and fucked her gaping cunt raw. After Heather screamed with yet another powerful orgasm, Josh blew his massive load inside her then pulled out. As both jocks quickly got off the bed to slip their shorts back on, Tyler couldn't help but notice how red and puffy and raw her pussy lips now looked from just having heatedly taken the two enormous cocks. Her gaping pussy was leaking abundantly with the mixture from the hot jocks' spent cum and her own-sprayed juices all over the tousled bed sheets. He wondered how she was going to explain the messy bed to her husband later as he grabbed a corner of the sheet and wiped his wet, soiled cock clean with it then gently stuffed his long, fat cock into his shorts while he pulled them up. Josh followed his buddy's lead by carefully wiping his cum-slimed cock clean with another corner of the sheet then pulled his shorts up and shoved his big cock inside of them. Laying back and watching them, Heather rubbed the palm of her hand over her well-fucked, tender cunt, smearing the wet, sloppy mess all over her bloated clit and pussy lips, and seductively said, "I'm so glad you moved in next door." 

About thirty long minutes after Michael had noticed them missing, the fence door opened and in walked Tyler and Josh, smiling devilishly, and his bride, a little flustered, dressed in a bikini he had never seen before. Everyone practically stopped talking. She looked great on their honeymoon but this outfit was way beyond what she wore in San Juan. Her bikini was red with yellow polka dots, and the too small top consisted of small cups covering the lower thirds of her F-cup boobs. Her incredible breasts swelled enticingly, overflowing and bulging out of the cups. The cleavage was breathtaking. The lower half of her swimsuit was more of a thong than anything. The cheeks of her smooth, round butt were almost completely visible.