Doing My Neighbor's Husband

Our neighbors Ted and Sarah Benson had moved into the house next door almost 5 years ago this week. Over the years we've come to know them very well. Spring and summer evenings had seen us having coffee on our patio or theirs. Colder evenings saw us together in our house or theirs.

At 50, he is employed as a mechanical engineer, a job he has held with several employers for about 28 years. His wife works in HR, just not the same company, although they did work at one time work for the same employer.

They're a handsome couple. He stands 5' 8. Brown hair with a touch of gray frames a diamond-shaped face. He has blue eyes, a trimmed beard, full lips, a straight nose and high cheek bones.

At 5 6,140 pounds Sarah, age 49, admits to have gained weight since college, though I would not say that she's heavyset. Her blond hair cascades past her shoulders. Her eyes are the color of the sky. Bow shaped lips are often painted red.

A warm evening in July would bring a surprise. She was wearing a sleeveless green mini dress with a notched neckline. My eye was drawn to her right upper arm. An upside down pineapple wearing dark glasses and flashing a toothy smile emblazoned her flesh.

"Interesting tatt," I quipped.

Her hand with the cigarette stopped halfway to her lips.

"I got this a year ago when we, that is Me and Ted, got into the swinger lifestyle."

"What do you tell the kids," I asked.

"We just say that we're visiting friends. They're long past the age where we have to bring them along."

"So they are in the dark," I replied.

"Pretty much," Sarah replied in a matter of fact tone.

She took a pull from her Salem and smoke streamed from her lips making a cloud.

Her 16 year old and her 17 year old will probably learn of it sooner or later. The question is how will they react.

The setting sun painted the sky with purple, orange and bits of yellow. Birds were chirping, their songs filling the air. After strolling about the lawn checking out the flower beds the four of us took seats on patio chairs around the white plastic table under a closed umbrella.

I was reminded of another lifestyle, one which my husband and I have never considered.

"My sister Caroline and her husband are nudists. One Saturday not too long ago we visited them. She was lying naked in her chaise lounge on their deck. Her husband was sitting in a lawn chair. He was naked as well."

"Nudity is common," said Sarah.

"We stayed for a couple of hours but we kept our clothes on. After a while it just didn't bother us."

"Why should it," Sarah asked.

Over the next several days I had secretly entertained the notion of swinging. I thought about my taste in men and about moves I like. Where does one even find a swingers club? How old is the typical couple? Wait, I love my husband. Is swinging not infidelity? Maybe it's not cheating if we both meet the other's partner and do it on the same night. Maybe he'll have moves I haven't seen.

A Friday afternoon in late July at the dinner table seemed like a good time to put the topic out there for discussion. I swallowed the last bite of chicken off the breast then spoke.

"Honey, tell me about your wildest sexual fantasy."

He remained quiet for a few seconds sending the message that he doesn't think about such topics. Or does he?

I spoke.

"He's tall, blond, blue eyes, swimmers build. We're doing the dirty deed on a beach at the Hamptons and we're making a video."

"Making a video," quipped John.

I nodded and said "yeah."

"That sounds like a passage from Nelson DeMille, 'Nightfall'."

"That's where I got the idea."

The following night was to see Paul and me become swingers, though not without discussion setting the rules. Out of the shower 6 35 p. m. I donned a black squareneck sleeveless bodice mini dress. My husband watched from the doorway as I stood in front of the dresser doing my makeup.

I chose a shade of soft pink lipstick, a departure from my usual red. I put my brown hair in a topknot.

"You look HOT."

I smiled at his flattering remark.

My deep cleavage would certainly get a man's attention. A D cup demi bra held "the girls".

I slung my quilted Coffee crossbody bag left to right and we were on our way.

Traffic was moderate as the red Toyota Carolla sped down the highway. Paul and I commented on our impressions of the club, the lifestyle and the couples who might be in it.

Paul wondered "will the Bensons will be there."

"Probably,"I replied. "He can get me out of my panties any time."

Paul grinned. "Be sure to flash your cleavage at him."

"I intend to show him more than just cleavage."

The off ramp brought us to a residential district. We followed a winding road for a couple of minutes until Athena Lounge came into view.

Athena turned out to be what I expected_a medium-sized ballroom with a bar. Embedded lights cast a deep blue hue over everything. A small lounge is furnished with livingroom chairs, loveseats and small round tables just wide enough for a drink and an ashtray.

To my pleasant surprise our neighbors waved from a few feet away so my husband and I approached them.

"Stephanie it's GOOD to see you."

"I'm happy to be here."

Ted looked sexy as all outdoors in a light pink polo shirt and tight denim jeans that hugged his ass. My eyes roamed his body as though checking him out. A tattoo emblazoned on his left forearm identified him as a swinger.

He and I plopped into a loveseat and flirted. His quips made me chuckle. I lit a cigarette to go with the drink which he bought for me. After five minutes I squashed the last half inch of my New Port 100 into the glass ashtray. Lipstick had left its mark on the filter.

Curiosity guided my questions.

"Do your sons have girlfriends?"

"The older one does," he replied.

"Does the younger one," I asked.

"Not that I know of," he replied.

We stood facing each other in a fairly large dimly lit room. A kingsize round bed dominated the floor. A few cushion chairs aligned the wall. A door left ajar invited peeping toms.

My dress slipped to the floor. For just a few seconds I stood in my undies letting him ogle me then removed my bra.

"I should tell Sarah to have breast augmentation."

I giggled at his quip.

My lover settled onto the bed inviting me to do a lap dance. My generous boobs jiggled as I bobbed slowly letting his large manhood slide in and out. He wrapped his arms around my lower back. My soft hands rubbed the back of his head.

My moans betrayed my impending orgasm. Those moans crescendoed as the tension and other signs wracked my body.

After allowing myself a minute to recuperate from my powerful orgasm I went to my knees putting my face in his lap. This time my lips slid along his 6-inch shaft taking nearly all of it.

The act of sucking dick_something I hadn't done in a very long time_ gave unimaginable pleasure.

All good things come to an end. By 10 o'clock my husband and I were on our way home. Traffic was moderate. We were making good time.

"You seem happy. Did everything go well?"

I gave a silent nod. Ted can boast about the blow job he got from me if he so chooses.

My husband would not mention anything about what he and Sarah had done.

I remarked that "we should do it again."

"Definitely," he replied.