They’re French and I can’t help but wonder if the rumors are true.
“You’re not actually thinking about going, are you?” I asked as I leaned against our kitchen bench. “You know what the neighborhood says about them, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” my wife Jane replied. “But who knows if that is even true, or just jealousy run amok. Jean is successful and Maria is beautiful. Plenty to be jealous of, really.”
Our new French neighbors had invited us over for dinner. My wife was pretty taken by them; wealthy, sophisticated and successful, they were everything she wanted to be. Though she tended to get cranky if she caught me looking twice at Maria. The buxom French brunette was stunning and her accent only made everything sound sexier.
I did my best imitation. “Ze neighbors zay they are zwingers.”
“What nonsense,” Jane laughed. “I’m sure they’re just trying to meet new people. Let’s go, it will be fun.”
She sauntered over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “What’s the worst that can happen? Maria tries to seduce you? I’m sure the thought haunts your dreams.”
I laughed and my wife smothered my lips with hers, effectively ending the discussion. It seemed we’d be going to dinner after all.
We walked over to their house; it wasn’t far, they lived in the mansion at the top of the cul de sac. If we walked I didn’t have to feel self- conscious parking my Ford next to his Porsche.
We climbed the steps and knocked on the door. It was only a moment before it swung inward, and Maria greeted us.
“Jane, Thomas, I’m so glad you made it.”
My wife had dressed for the occasion in a slinky red cocktail dress and matching heels. I was wearing an open collared shirt and dark slacks. Maria made us both feel underdressed. She was wearing a sequined gown that split right up both legs clear to the waist. When she moved I could see a hint of the thong she was wearing and several inches of pert round ass. The dress had a deep v cut that gave me a tantalizing glimpse into a canyon of cleavage.
I had to make sure I didn’t pitch a tent in my slacks right there and then. I doubted my wife would find that sophisticated.
“Maria, thank you for the invitation, you look stunning,” my wife replied as she held out her arms to embrace our neighbor.
Maria swept her in for a hug, then kissed her on both cheeks.
Clearly they did things differently in France, but I’m not going to lie, the sight of the two of them together sent pleasant thoughts through my mind. I filed those away for later.
Maria greeted me next, pulling me tight and then laying a peck on either cheek. I smiled at my wife as she gave me a look that said ‘this isn’t half bad, now, is it?’
I had to agree. The night was certainly looking pretty good. If nothing else it was worth it just to see our neighbor dressed to the nines.
“Come with me, we’ll have dinner out back on the terrace,” Maria said, leading us through the palatial estate.
I looked at my wife and knew we were thinking the same thing. Imagine living in a house big enough that you had multiple places to eat dinner.
Jean was waiting for us on the back deck, a bottle of wine in hand.
He shook my hand, and greeted my wife with the same enthusiasm Maria had.
“Don’t you look lovely,” Jean said, preening over Jane. “This dress is very flattering, isn’t it Maria?”
His wife nodded enthusiastically, and my wife glowed. I was a little jealous of the French man and the ease with which he seemed to move around two beautiful women.
“I hope you don’t mind but I picked something out of the cellar for us,” he said as he poured us all a glass.
I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the best wine I’d ever had. Probably cost a month’s salary. But we drank it before dinner and Jean fetched another from the cellar.
I was acutely aware of how much we’d drunk, but I was finding our hosts to be remarkably good company and in spite of the fact we’d still not eaten, I was in danger of having a good time.
Of course, the more she drank the friendlier Maria became, and she started out pretty friendly.
“Let me get you another glass,” Maria called as she made her way around the table, and sat on Jane’s lap.
Jane giggled as Maria poured her another. “You’re just trying to get me drunk,” my wife teased.
“And what if I am?” Maria asked, leaning closer, her luscious full lips only inches from my wife’s. “What are you going to do about it?”
Her lips parted; she was a French goddess and she had my wife eating out of her hand.
When my wife leaned forward and pressed her lips over Maria’s, my eyes nearly rolled out of my head. My cock strained against my slacks as my wife made out with our hot neighbor.
I don’t know what came over her, but I was as aroused as I was tipsy.
When my wife drew back, she blushed a little.
“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” my wife whispered. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Your lips would say otherwise,” Maria laughed. “But I’ve been dying to taste you since you walked in the door. May I?”
“I think you just did,” my wife blushed madly, then realized I was still sitting there.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I replied. “Jean and I are both enjoying the show.” I don’t know what I was thinking but I was curious how far things would go.
“When I said I wanted a taste,” Maria began, “I wasn’t talking about those lips.”
Maria slid off Jane’s lap, kneeling between her thighs as my wife realized what she had planned. Maria slid my wife’s dress to her waist, peeled aside her thong and went down on her. Right there in front of me.
I watched spellbound as Maria ate my wife to an exquisite orgasm. My wife’s hands clutched our neighbor’s head and pulled her deeper as she climaxed.
Before I knew it, Jean was standing there pitching a tent of his own beside my wife.
“How does she taste?” Jean asked. As if I wasn’t even there.
“Exquisite,” Maria replied.
My wife lay back in her chair, her legs spread wide, the evidence of Maria’s affection everywhere.
Before I knew what was happening, Jean had undone his belt and was pulling out an impressive erection. Without hesitation he stuck it right in my wife’s open mouth. Whether it was the wine, or his impressive size, my wife simply gawked at it as she wrapped one delicate hand around him and took him as best she could.
“Hey!” I protested from my seat.
Before I could finish my sentence, Maria was in front of me.
“What’s wrong, Thomas?” she asked, as if her husband didn’t have half his length down my wife’s throat.
“That,” I pointed, “is my wife, your husband is using.”
“Oh,” Maria nodded. “Are you upset that she is sucking his cock, or that yours is not being sucked? It’s an important distinction.”
I thought about it for a moment, and realized I didn’t know. The sight before me was turning me on, but it was my wife. There was both jealousy and resentment at being left out.
“Because if it is the former, I’m sure she will do much more than that,” Maria laughed. “If it is the latter I can fix that for you right now.”
My eyes bulged as Maria licked her lips. My wife was a jealous woman but she could hardly complain as she had started this.
“The latter, definitely the latter,” I replied with a speed that would have given Usain Bolt a run for his money.
“That’s what I thought,” Maria said as she knelt before me and undid my slacks. Seconds later I was being deep throated by my neighbor while enjoying the fact she was definitely not wearing a bra beneath that dress.
Once she had me nice and wet, she peeled off her panties and fed them to me. I could taste her arousal as she swung one leg over me and took me to the hilt.
I couldn’t speak, only groan, as I grabbed her hips and thrust into her for all I was worth.
I was vaguely aware that behind her, Jean had moved my wife to the table and was now buried entirely inside her. My wife’s legs were up over his shoulders as he took her. Her moans were intoxicating as the huge French man claimed her.
Not to be outdone, I pulled Maria’s dress off her shoulders, revealing a pair of teardrop-shaped breasts. Her dark brown nipples were hard. I pushed her panties out of my mouth with my tongue and sucked her taut nipple.
She leaned in, running her tongue around my ear. “That’s it, Thomas, give it to me,” she pleaded. Everything after that was in French and I didn’t understand a word, but it sounded filthy.
I couldn’t help myself, I lost it right there inside my neighbor’s hot wife.
“Yes, Thomas, that’s it,” she moaned as I filled her with my seed.
As Maria eased her motions, I could see over her shoulder once more. My wife was panting as she stroked her clit furiously. Jean was thrusting his entire length into her on every stroke.
My wife experienced her second orgasm of the evening, screaming, “That’s it, Jean. Yes, I’m coming. Oh yes.”
The Frenchman thrust deep and from the look on his face I knew he was filling my wife. After several strokes, he pulled out and stroked the rest of it onto my wife’s tits and stomach.
“I have always enjoyed dessert before dinner,” Jean declared. “I hope you’ve all worked up quite an appetite. “
Maria was rocking back and forth gently in my lap. “You could say that,” I replied as I leaned in and sucked her hard nipple into my mouth.
I was wrong, dinner with the neighbors was going to be delightful.
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