Country Club Cunts

First off, sorry for the title, but there is no better or more fitting word.

I grew up poor, and you could place that title on me until my mid-twenties. Even then, we were not rich, but my husband's hard work began to pay off. At around thirty, bills were no longer a problem, and savings and investments began to grow.

My husband bought us a new house with manicured yards for my fortieth birthday. You have to go through a guard to get into the community. I was fine where we were; the house was great, and many good friends were nearby. But it was an investment that made sense, and friends were still close enough.

Another plus was the golf course as part of the community. I had taken it up more to keep in shape and not my love of the sport, but either way, it got me out and kept me in shape.

All seemed fine at first anyway, but as my husband started to make the house our home, things began to change. And with none more than with Alice next door. She or, say, her family was one of the originals; her father built the development many years ago. Maybe it was the change to what her daddy built that got her panties in a bunch, or how many of the other neighbors commented how it was such an improvement and an interest to do the same with their homes.

Whatever the case, she had it out for me, as did her little princess Joy. Alice was about forty-five, maybe a bit older, and Alice was in her low twenties, as far as I could tell. I wish we had gotten along as both are extremely hot, and I am known to cross lines occasionally. Those were my hot thoughts with both of them before the claws came out. But where I come from, you screw with me and mine and expect the same in return.

But sadly, I had no real power, none to wage war with anyway. But I wouldn't say I was shooting blanks. Maybe I could not beat her at her game, but nobody said that was the only game in town. So she might have ensured I only got Tee times in the heat of the day, which was fine as I got a killer tan.

But that left me home during the cooler mornings and when her husband, Hank, was around. If Hank golfed, I had never seen it; his thing was gardening. You could find him manicuring the yards every morning and seven days a week. I enjoyed gardening, too, but doing so naked was new to me and appreciated by Hank, who split time working his yard and looking my way. The housing nazis forbade solid fencing so Hank could see me if he chose to look, and believe me, he looked. Not that I wanted such a fence; truth be told, I am a bit of a voyeur. Not a nudist, but a close cousin for sure.

I didn't want to bother my husband with this; he had enough on his plate. Less turning on Hank, which he got a kick out of. We were open and swingers in a small circle, meaning with a few, but quite often. Besides, I saw he was interested in Alice, even if it was just dirty thoughts.

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. It was a warm Monday, so I only wanted to play the back nine. Overhearing my request, a woman unknown to me said how that sounded good and asked if she could join me. Always up for a new friend, I welcomed her without knowing a thing about her.

Well-well, as it happened, she knew Alice very well. She and Alice's mother were friends forever, and she watched Alice grow up. Let's say our proper and prim Alice was not always that way. She had a habit of doing caddies two and three at a time. The only reason she and her mom were no longer tight was because she caught Alice eating her pussy during a Fourth of July party one summer. Joy received a lovely new red sports car the following day; that was the last time she spoke to either. Eve explained how they didn't dare make waves with her as she knew all their secrets.

I wish I had so much ammo, but that was great information, not only about Alice and Joy, but also about my new friend. I wouldn't say I have been deprived of pussy, but how great would it be to have it real close again? I can be there within minutes instead of a drive across town at my beck and call.

My new friend Eve asked if I was up for a drink after our shortened round. "I'm up for just about anything, " I said. (Both laugh.) And wouldn't you know who is in the bar but Alice? Her eyes shot extra hate seeing me with Eve or vice versa. The problem with bluebloods is that if one hates you, they all must. Little did I know this was the tipping point. I had gotten used to most ladies giving me the stink eye, on Alice's demand, I'm sure. But now having a friend among them stiffened my spine even more.

We finished our drink, and walking past Alice and her gaggle, a muffled, "Sluts" was heard. I grabbed Eve's arm, stopping her, and then I kissed her hard on the mouth. It took Eve by surprise, but within a click, she was shooting her tongue deep into my mouth. Making it to our cars, she stopped to say thanks, and although she knew my reasoning, it was still enjoyable, especially considering how long it had been. "Well, you know where to find me." And with that, I kissed her again, this time on the cheek.

Thanking me again, which I took to mean I had been kissing another woman and not playing the back nine. But in jest, I claimed she was welcome to play the front half with me anytime. That was the first time I felt at home there, and I was about to build on that feeling.

I wasn't sure what to do, but it was taken from my hands two days later. I was finishing up outside. Andy had gotten his fill and was indoors to masturbate or whatever he does after looking at me for an hour plus; his garden was beginning to show it, too. I had thought I saw something, but looking around yielded nothing; I figured it must have been a bird. Then from nowhere, "A little help, whore?"

What the hell was that? Then, at the fenceline was Joy, Alice's stuck-up daughter. "Whore, over there by the tree. If it was a cock I'm sure you could find it." Joy offers.

Finding the ball, I held it between my thumb and index finger. "Is this yours, Cunt?" I tossed it in her direction, not caring if she saw it or if it hit her on the head.

"See, Mom. She is good for something," Joy barked in a condescending voice.

I didn't think it would, but it did upset me--or, better said, piss me off. I didn't play golf that day but returned to the old neighborhood. Seeing the old house, my heart sank a bit. There were so many memories, but who am I to complain? Besides, we rented it to friends we knew would enjoy it as much as we did.

Then, the bend of the street and seeing June's place. June and Jerry were very close friends of ours for many reasons. First, they were our first Swing Couple, not to mention we both lost our bi-cherry to them. If not for that, the likelihood of us becoming swingers would be far less. My husband is a fantastic lover, so much so that I sometimes fight the other ladies off if I want some for myself. But I'm always willing to pause to watch any guy-on-guy stuff; there is something to it that gets to me. But I guess that is the same reason most guys like girl-on-girl, too. That aside, nobody eats pussy better than my husband, Brice. It was like doing so was his job and reason for living.

June had no words when I rang her bell, just a big welcoming hug and filling her hands with my pantyless ass. "Oh, it is so good to see you," she said.

I laughed, saying, "And to feel me too, I see."

"Well, of course," she said, kissing me deeply. It was not a kiss from a friend or a mother. No, it was a kiss saying, "I know you well; we have a history." It was exactly what I needed, making my kitty soaking wet. June has the body I always wished for: long and lean, a runner's shape. Mine was more full-figured, which is what Brice likes. It's so lucky for me, I guess. And besides, I get to enjoy her figure in other ways.

June dragged me to bed, and after about an hour of enjoying one another, it finally dawned on me, "Where is Jerry?" Jerry was a great guy, just not my type. But that said, I always enjoyed him in our mixed matches. He was very subservient, which allowed me to grow my more dominant side, something Brice became turned on by. I don't think by nature, but it was an escape from the "everything on my shoulders" life he led. So I was more than happy to Peg his nice firm ass or whatever he needed. A learned skill that benefited my lesbian side also. Speaking of such, June wasn't letting me out of bed until I fucked both of her holes.

After that and only then, I mentioned my reason for coming; June was more upset than me: "We need to fix their asses." With Jerry out of town, it gave us the perfect opportunity to do so. Another reason is to show June my newly redone bathroom.

My husband gutted the old one and took over the bedroom on the other side. God knows we don't need six of them. If friends are over, I want them in our bed, not across the hall. June was impressed, and seeing it was some hours later, we decided to put the bathroom to good use.

We were soaking in the tub when my husband called, "I'm home."

"Up here, Hun. Taking a soak." We could hear him coming up the stairs, and the best part was that there was no reaction when he saw June with me. It was like it was perfectly natural, and it was. "Come join us," I offered. But my husband said that although it is a big tub, it may not be enough for three. Instead, he stripped down there before us and entered the adjoining shower. Our eyes were fixed on him as his were upon us, unsure who was getting the better deal. But knowing it was all to get dirty again, and that was precisely what happened.

My husband exited the shower and quickly dried off, then offered his hand to June, helping her from the tub. It was like I wasn't there, but I didn't mind a bit, as I knew he cared for her too, and it had been a long time. He patted her dry with the care of a baby bird, then led her to the bedroom. I sat in the chair in the corner, watching as I touched myself. I could appreciate seeing Brice making love from a different angle. I knew everything she was feeling and, most likely, every thought in her head. Those two were my closest lovers and those with whom I could lose all of my inhibitions without fear or consequences, no matter what.

I had one end of a double dildo inside of me as I watched Brice eat June. He could hardly win, with another orgasm coming before he was finished cleaning up the one before. I was in deep, so l thought nothing about eating his ass while he serviced her, nor placing that other end of the dildo into service.

Brice moaned loudly, "Oh fuck, Baby." as the better half of the toy filled him. June looked over his shoulder and was just as turned on by the events.

"Fuck yes, give it to him, give it to him good." June moaned, my arm tired, I pulled away, leaving the toy inside Brice. Then I took his cock into my mouth, which was sweet from precum. There was no second thought; I took hold of the toy with my other hand and pumped it again with it, knowing the two would bring a creamy reward.

After that, we all lay on the bed, catching our breath, and I am sure I knew what was on our minds. It had been too long, and we stayed until I woke, finding Brice had left for work and June was still soundly sleeping. I went downstairs and put some coffee on, a kiss upon my neck, and June's hands found them through my open robe.

"Good morning, beautiful," She said. Are there any three better words to start your day with? Well, I guess "I love you" works too. "Okay, what are we going to do with those bitches" she added. During breakfast, we hatched a plan, which started with a double delight for Hank.

Maybe it was too much for him, or just perhaps a new level. But this morning Hank pulled his cock out and gave it a good wank as he watched. I had my ass pointed straight at him as I enjoyed June's. Then, when I looked again, Hank was gone.

We remained outside, now in our bathing suits. We knew it was time for Alice and Joy to play through. Just as we figured, there they came. June asked, "Did you lose your balls because your husband lost his?" I shouted.

Joy answered, "What's that bitch." And it was all I could do to keep her from running over and kicking her ass. The four of us met up at the property line, cursing.

With many eyes upon us now, Alice said, "We should bring this inside." I agreed by heading straight for my back slider. Once inside, I ripped at Alice, freeing her from her blouse. In return, she stripped the top off of me. We wrestled a bit and grabbed her shorts as she tried to flee; she was left in her bra and matching panties.

Her panties gave way as I grabbed them to gain the upper hand, now over her. She called me a bitch and grabbed at my bottoms. I leaned forward, pressing my chest into her face. Then I saw June holding tightly on to Joy, but without much struggle. Alice bit my nipple, so I grabbed her by the short hairs, which caused her bite to become a nibble, and my pulling turned more into a probe.

Her pussy was soaked and if I didnt know better I would say she had already came. She switched nipples, only sucking this time. Looking again, I found June's hands filled with Joy's naked breasts with no struggle left. Both had their free hand in their pants, working towards an end. Aliced pulled my bottoms to my knees, and a good shake freed them the rest of the way. We kissed, and there was no stopping now. We made our way to my bedroom, the other two behind us.

June and I pushed both ladies onto the bed and began eating their pussies, only stopping to switch partners. Like mother, like daughter, both sweet and multi orgasmic. The two lay side by side lowering themselves to our level, that was until Alice pulled away from June only to begin eating her ass. Joy taken back from the sight shouts, "Mother!"

In response, her mother said, " Don't be a prude, darling," resuming the previous task of enjoying June. Joy rose, but I was not sure why. But settled back down, now hovering my pussy while hers remains within reach. Together we explored one another, both to a delightful end. Until then, the voice of my husband arriving home left them scattering, clothing in hand.

There was no such thing with June and me, and it was no shock value to find us naked upon the bed with toys scattered about. His only comment was, "I hope you left some energy for later." June and I looked at each other, laughing like such a thing could happen. We kept our secret, hoping the whole scenario had not yet happened. But that was for tomorrow, and tonight, it will be us and June, which is always a delight.

June had to return the next morning, and Jerry was returning home, so I sadly returned her. Worse, when I returned, there was a note on my door, "Sorry we missed you," with two lipstick kisses on the bottom. I attempted to find them both at home and the clubhouse, but to no avail.

It wasn't until the next day that I was out as usual. Hank was stroking his meat as he watched on. That was until Alice came out unnoticed by Hank, she startled him with a touch to his shoulder then he seemed even more surprised after she waved to be before falling to her knees and sucking his cock. Now it was my turn to watch with envy, my box all the better for it. We waved again and headed into our respective homes.

Although hope lived throughout the day, Alice and I never did connect that day, or any other day. Of course that's less my husband and I who I fucked relentlessly. All deserved a good night's sleep, which we were getting up until God knows the hour, and a doorbell rang.

My husband scrambled to find his shorts until it rang again with a female voice calling my name. "Oh, it's for you, Hun!" (My husband flopping back into bed.)

I understood that and who it was, grabbing my robe and rushing downstairs. I opened the door to find Alice in a white teddy and nothing else, She leaped into my arms, "Fuck, I need you."

We kissed with only the porch light as our witness, then again halfway up the stairs. I took Alice to a bedroom on the other side of the house, then mine, one of the only rooms my husband had not gotten to yet. Inside was a no-frills bed, a couple of chairs, and most importantly, a sex machine--one of those motorized dildo apparatuses with speed controls on a cord.

Without effort, I pushed Alice on top of the bed, and she scrambled back with great excitement as I drew the machine nearer. Not bothering to undress her, I tugged her crotch material to the side, and there was no use for lube as she was already soaking wet. I dug the head of the toy up and down the gap between her outter lips, then let her ease into it in her own before setting the thing in motion.

Starting at number one until she was just about to cum, then I shed my robe and offered my pussy above her. When her tongue made contact I twisted the knob to three, bring an incredible orgasm to us both.

Far from done and wit the thought of tasting her myself and just maybe a turn with the tool myself, such thoughts were broken when Alice proclained, "Now my ass."

The toy was sizable, and even if not, I grabbed the lube off the nightstand. Then, after a selfish lick to the general area, I lathered her crack and tight hole. One, two, and even a third finger carefully stretched her open. Knowing she was ready, I replaced my digits for the toy itself.

Like before I allowed her to take it in at her own pace, and even start by fucking it instead of the reverse. We were both ready for when i turned the knob to two. I found it exciting to watch it do its toil, perched in a chair nearby with eyes peeled and two fingers inside my wanting pussy. I took a slim dildo, putting it to task so I may feel something similar to what was before me. It and a pulling at my clitty brought me to a creamy end.

Alice had also come again and fallen away, the machine stabbing at the air. I pulled it away after shutting it down, then I joined Alice on the bed. With my knees in a puddle of mess, I kissed her. Then we worked into a sideways sixty-nine, allowing us both to reap the benefits of a well-done job.

I fell asleep because of the hour or just because I was exhausted. Hours later, I woke up alone. I returned to bed and snuggled up to my husband, who was fast asleep. The next thing I remember was waking to his morning wood servicing my slightly sore hole because of that, or the night before, he had no arguments when I reached down and switched holes. Doing so made me recall my time with Alice and yet another creamy end. Having been waiting for me my hubby deposited his seed deep in my ass.

From that point on, there was no more sleep, yet we stayed in bed for another hour, our hands and lips having free range over one another. It was then that I filled him in on what was happening in our quiet neighborhood, and to his delight, I might add. His only problem was a tad of jealousy with an interest in Alice, too. But I had a feeling we would be rectified soon.