Neighbourly Help Pt. 02

Debbie lay thinking about Josh, how he'd removed her fears about how she looked now, as she'd considered herself fat and unattractive, knowing that her young voyeur got hard quickly while seeing her, how showing herself off to him behind her husband's back was more of a turn-on than she could ever have imagined. She did feel a little guilty about doing so, however.

Over the next couple of weeks, their sex life went through the roof. Tom certainly hadn't complained when she re-enacted what she'd done with Josh, and lay on her back and tit-wanked him until he came in her mouth. Not only was she instigating sex now, at all times of the day, but she'd started walking around naked a lot more. Flirting with Josh had made her more body confident anyway.

The following day things clicked into place. She'd been cleaning in the bedroom, dusting and hoovering, and had knocked the leg of the chest of drawers, and a vase toppled. Debbie gave a sigh of relief as she caught it, glad it hadn't smashed on the floor. She went to put it back and paused. She picked up the small black box and instantly knew what it was. They hadn't used the camera for a good long time, so why had Tom set it up after they'd moved? She replaced the box, and the vase, but her mind wandered in thought.

What was it exactly that Josh enjoyed about her? He could easily get another girlfriend his own age; yes, he was painfully quiet but not a bad-looking lad. Debbie found the old laptop and clicked it on. The link was still there, and she clicked it, seeing herself on screen, turning to face the camera. She moved away and stood by the door, seeing what exactly the camera could see, and specifically where it pointed. She put the laptop down, out of shot, and rummaged through her wardrobe. Good, it was still there, but a quick rinse of water was needed. Debbie walked to the bathroom and back with her freshly cleaned 7-inch dildo in her hand.

Debbie lay back and pushed the dildo slowly between her legs, glancing at the camera. No, she told herself, ignore it, pretend it's not there. She tapped the dildo against her clit and raised her legs, making sure the camera would be able to capture as the dildo slid into her soaked pussy. She slid it in slowly for a few seconds, then turned on all fours.

Holding the dildo with one hand, she lowered onto it, adjusting herself so that her feet gripped it tight. Now, as she rode the dildo, she used her hands to reach back and pull her buttocks wide apart. She squealed as the scrotum of the dildo pushed against her as she took the dildo in fully. Debbie rode like this for around ten minutes, then moved off it a little reluctantly.

She turned, facing the camera but still ignoring it, and squatted down onto the dildo once more. She rode harder, faster, her heavy breasts bouncing until she used her hands to pull at her nipples, pulling each up into her mouth, squeezing harder as she felt her orgasm rise. She came hard, slumped back on the bed, the dildo still embedded inside herself.

While sitting watching TV that night, she asked Tom if he was interested in the show they were watching. He told her that it was okay, but he wasn't getting into it properly. Debbie grinned and asked if he wanted to watch a different film, one that she thought he might prefer. He saw her mischievous look, grinned, and said okay. Debbie took a deep breath and reached down, finding the laptop that she'd slid under the sofa earlier. She handed it to Tom and smiled. She watched his face change as he saw what it was, and his mouth fell wide open seeing who was in the film. Debbie watched for a short while, then left Tom to it while she unzipped and sucked his cock while he enjoyed the rest of the film.

The hedge and the new fence were up and completed now, but Tom had installed a gate so that they could come and go between theirs and Josh's houses, something Josh's mother liked as she kept coming round to spend time with her new friend Debbie. Debbie herself enjoyed teasing Josh while his mother was there, watching him squirm as he tried to hide his semi-erect cock while she did so.

It was Saturday morning when things took a turn. Debbie had been walking around in just her underwear, and then the kitchen door opened, and Josh came in. He called out to them, and then stopped dead, seeing Debbie almost undressed. She didn't try to cover up or move, instead smiling and kissing him gently on the cheek.

"Is Tom in?" Josh asked warily.

"No, he's popped out for a bit of shopping. Why, did you want him?" Debbie replied.

"It can wait; it's not urgent," Josh answered. "How long will he be?"

Debbie smiled and told him he wouldn't be long, and saw the disappointment in his face. She told Josh that he could wait for him if he wanted, she was going in the shower, which is why she was almost undressed. She moved about, knowing he was staring at her, turning quickly to catch him.

"You're very bashful, aren't you, Josh? Quiet, shy, it's quite cute. I'm walking around in my underwear right in front of your eyes, and you're blushing," Debbie giggled.

Josh went redder, part at hearing her words, and part at being caught staring. He told her that it was part of the reason he'd split up with his girlfriend. Mainly due to him moving away soon when Uni started, mainly because she wanted to be more assertive, to make himself more upbeat.

"She tried to change you? You're better off out of it if she didn't like you as you are," Debbie replied.

Josh shrugged and said he thought she was just trying to help his confidence, but he knew that she already had a new boyfriend. Debbie asked about previous girlfriends, and Josh blushed again, telling her she'd been the only girlfriend he'd had.

"You'll meet someone nice one day," Debbie told him.

She walked off towards the bathroom, her arse swaying for her happy voyeur, and listened out when she started the shower running. Soon enough, the mirror, strategically placed by Debbie earlier, worked as she could watch the doorway without turning or making it obvious. She let the water cascade down her body and saw the door open a little. A head peeped around the door, watching her nakedness avidly.

Debbie pondered: was he using her as a cheap option to see a naked body? It was the first time that he'd seen her fully naked. Was he just not turning down the chance for her to be undressed in front of him while he hadn't got a girlfriend? He'd admitted he was inexperienced after all, but Debbie knew deep down that she was getting off on exposing her body to this young virile lad. She let soap suds wander down her back, rubbing her hands vigorously over her buttocks and between them.

She turned slightly, her hair hanging down to mask her eyes watching him, gasping slightly seeing his erection in his hand. She lifted one leg onto the side of the shower wall to rub soap into her leg. She knew at this angle he could see between her legs, and to prove that he could, he wanked quicker still. Debbie's hand wandered between her legs, washing herself, but enough to make Josh grunt as he came on the floor.

It took all of her willpower for Debbie not to look at him, but she turned off the shower and saw him retreat and pull the door quietly shut. She dried herself off, then wrapped the towel around herself. Having deliberately left her clothes in their bedroom, she had to walk across from the bathroom just in her towel, which barely covered her arse.

"Is he back yet?" she called out.

"No, not yet?" she heard Josh call back.

She knew he would have instinctively looked up at the sound of her voice, and smiled to herself as she entered the bedroom. She sat on the bed, drying her hair, then heard the door creak slightly.

"Are you watching me, Josh?" she asked. "You may as well just come right in then."

Josh pushed the door open, blushing again at being caught, not realising that another strategically placed mirror had given him away.

"Are you hard already?" Debbie gasped, "Or were you watching me in the shower too, you naughty boy?"

Josh shrugged, then nodded yes. Debbie told him to stay still, then picked up her phone. She typed, then looked up at Josh and smiled.

"Tom will be about thirty minutes still. What do you want to do?" she asked.

Josh looked at her, slightly puzzled, and asked what she meant. Debbie stood and let the towel drop to the floor.

"Thirty minutes. What do you want to do?" she repeated. "You look like you need to get rid of that before Tom arrives back, at least?"

Josh nodded yes again, then blushed. Debbie lay back, resting on her elbows, her legs parted a little. She beckoned him over with her finger, and he stood between her legs.

"Tell me," she urged.

"I want to see you masturbate too," he called out.

Debbie smiled. He'd already undone his shorts and let them fall to the floor, stroking his cock slowly. Debbie slid a hand down slowly over her stomach, down between her legs, down onto her wet folds. She groaned at her own gentle touch, pulling her hand away, showing Josh the strand of wetness between her fingers. She slid three fingers inside and groaned loudly.

"Take a closer look," she instructed.

Josh knelt on the floor, face directly between her legs. Debbie moved her hands to grip the back of her thighs and pulled them back, opening herself wide for him.

"Taste me," she ordered.

He paused, and she barked it at him, a little anger in her voice.

"Take control of me, be assertive," she growled.

He moved his head down, and Debbie sighed as his tongue slid through her wet labia. He lapped greedily at her, like he hadn't eaten all morning. His technique wasn't great, but he was enthusiastic enough. Debbie moved one hand to behind his head and pulled him up a little further, until his tongue found her clit.

"Oh fuck, there, that's the spot," she cried out, "use your fingers too."

She held his head in place as he crudely slid all four fingers into her soaked pussy. Like his tongue action, he thrust as hard as he possibly could, his hand like a piston between her legs. Crude, but it was working. Debbie panted, crying out, telling him not to stop, praising him, until suddenly she shouted out loudly and pushed her hips up off the bed.

Her thighs gripped around his ears, holding him in place, as she came hard, his fingers still a blur in her pussy. Finally, she collapsed back, slumped on the bed, her heavy tits heaving as she tried to control her breathing. Josh stood now that her grip had relaxed and stood over her, wanking hard, his face soaking wet, until he came too, shooting his load over her lower stomach, some of it hitting her pussy directly. She lay spent on the bed, Josh kneeling between her legs still, leaning against the mattress. A few minutes later, she jumped.

"Shit, Tom's car," she called out, hearing him pull up.

Josh quickly dressed and left the bedroom. Around a minute later, Tom walked into the bedroom, stopping dead in his tracks. Debbie lay back and opened her legs, glad that she'd wiped Josh's cum from her body. Tom undressed, his cock already erect, and Debbie tutted at him, asking if he'd been shopping with that in his trousers. Once finished, Tom told her that he was going to shower. Debbie quickly turned off the camera before he came back in.

"I'm off to work," Tom shouted the following morning, "don't get up to any mischief."

Debbie laughed and waved him off. Quickly she undressed and put on her long coat. She walked out into the garden and started to move random things about, anything that could make a noise.

"Hi Debbie, is there anything you need a hand with?" a female voice shouted out.

Debbie frowned at the sound of Josh's mum, then gazed up and saw him in the bedroom window.

"Yes, ask him if he can come around and take a look at something for me, please," Debbie shouted back.

She knew Josh could hear, and to leave him in no doubt, she undid the coat, showing him that she was naked underneath. Debbie laughed seeing his mouth open wide, knowing his mum was just on the other side of the fence too. She said she'd send him round as he wasn't up to much anyway. She walked back into the house, discarding the coat and dropping it on the floor by the kitchen door so it would be the first thing Josh would see as he came into the house.

Josh gasped upon entering the house; Debbie was nowhere to be seen. He called out and heard her voice coming from the bedroom. As he walked through the open doorway, he stopped and smiled. Debbie lay flat on her back, holding her legs as far back as she could manage. Josh slid down his shorts and walked, cock in hand, and stood between her legs. He pushed his cock towards her inviting pussy, and Debbie suddenly jumped and pulled away.

"No, Josh, what are you doing?" Debbie asked him.

"I want to fuck you," he answered, "You told me to be more assertive."

"I'm sorry, but what we're doing is bad enough; I'm married," Debbie blurted out.

She pointed towards the door and asked him to leave, please. Josh did so, begrudgingly, just as Tom came back in through the front door. Debbie quickly picked up a towel and ran to the bathroom.

Tom picked up the laptop, then walked into the bedroom. Debbie wasn't there, but a small red light caught his eye. The camera was on; was there another film to watch?

"I'm taking the laptop, I need it for work," Tom shouted out, "See you later."

He sat in his office later, replaying what he'd watched. Of course he'd known that Josh had been watching Debbie. He'd known that Debbie had been getting braver in showing herself off to Josh. He watched the video again, a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was glad that Debbie had gotten over the hang-up that she had about her body, but watching her wank and blow their young neighbour was further than Tom had imagined. However, the erection he had told him that at least part of him was enjoying seeing it.

Did he confront her about it? At least she'd told Josh that she wouldn't fuck him. But had she done so for the sake of their marriage, or knowing that the camera was on? He pondered it all day, until he got back home. Debbie was in a decent mood and didn't say a word about Tom having the laptop. Maybe she hadn't known that the camera was on after all.

Tom woke the next morning, glad that it was a weekend day. He waited until Debbie had gone outside to tend to the plants and vegetables, then stopped Josh as he went to help out.

"So, you enjoy watching my wife then?" asked Tom, "or do you want more? Handjob, blowjob perhaps?"

Josh studied him, unsure how to answer.

"Or would you like to go further and fuck her?" Tom continued.

He looked forlorn, blushing, not wanting to look Tom in the eyes.

"There's a camera in our bedroom," Tom told him.

Suddenly, he shot a look towards Tom, his mouth open in surprise. He was testing him; he already knew, presumably.

"Does Debbie know?" Josh said softly.

"About the camera? Yes. About me seeing the footage, no," Tom replied. "So, do you?"

Josh still didn't answer, pondering, wondering how much Tom had actually seen. He soon got his answer.

"I mean, you tried to yesterday, didn't you? I'm not sure if I'm unhappy with you trying, or happy that Debbie told you no," Tom said.

"I'm sorry," Josh sighed. "I was just trying to, well, I don't know."

"But you do want to, right?" Tom asked again.

Josh nodded, still not wanting to look back at Tom, still wondering if he would be angry and if he was testing him.

"Keep looking at her, like normal, like I don't know still," Tom instructed.

He wandered off outside, whistling, leaving Josh to follow on. If Josh had been worried at all, that was all gone shortly after when Tom kept glancing over and winking at him, or giving him a wry smile, until he said he was going to make some drinks. Sure enough, while he watched through the kitchen window, Debbie pulled up her T-shirt and flashed her breasts at Josh.

When he had the chance later on, he told Josh his plan. Debbie told Josh they were watching a film later an did he want to watch it with them, but Josh said he had things to do at home. Tom noticed a slight look of disappointment on her face. While the film was on, there was a sex scene with a young lad and an older woman.

Debbie soon had Tom's cock in her mouth, while still watching the scene, having asked Tom to rewind the film a little. He slid a hand between her legs and asked if she wanted the film paused for a while. He stood, laughed, and took her hand and pulled her towards the bedroom.

Debbie found herself placed on all fours on the bed, knees right on the edge, with Tom crouched behind her, licking from her arsehole right down to her clit and back. He alternated between pulling her buttocks wide apart and sliding fingers into her pussy. He kept pulling away, and Debbie told him to stop being such a tease, but he laughed and slapped her buttock.

Tom stood, cock in hand, and pushed the end through her soaked labia, rubbing it against her clit, making Debbie cry out. With all the noise she was making, Debbie hadn't heard Josh quietly enter the room. When Tom made sure that Josh was watching, he slid his cock fully inside her at the first time of asking.

He fucked her with hard, long strokes, gripping her hips tightly, checking behind himself where Josh crouched, staring between their legs, watching Debbie's pussy expand and grip Tom's cock. Tom fucked her for around five minutes, then pulled out.

"Teasing bastard, I was nearly there then," Debbie groaned.

Tom quickly signalled to Josh, who stood and took his place. He matched Tom's pace, but lifted a foot onto the bed.

Debbie groaned loudly. Tom felt a little different, but she assumed it was the angle now that he'd lifted one leg up. His hands wandered over her buttocks, up along her sides, rubbing her nipples over the palm of his hands.

"Ooh, that's it, I'm nearly there, oh fuck," she cried out.

Tom seized the moment. He'd been stroking his cock while Josh fucked her, and Josh had the most amazed look on his face that Debbie was about to cum while he fucked her. He walked around the bed, climbed on, and, grabbing the sides of Debbie's head, slid his cock into her mouth.

Confusion took over Debbie, bewilderment: how was Tom fucking her and had his cock in her mouth too? Her orgasm took over, and she groaned loudly as her hips and legs shook. Finally, she opened her eyes to see Tom was fucking her mouth. But there was a cock in her pussy too?

She quickly glanced back and shrieked, and threw herself down onto the bed. Josh got scared; she sounded angry, and she was shouting at Tom.

"What the fuck? What the actual fuck?" she was crying out.

Tom lay with her, consoling her, telling her that it was okay. She listened while Tom explained that it had been his idea, and if she didn't want to, then he was sorry. Debbie looked back, seeing Josh still stroking his erection while he stared between her legs.

"I don't understand," Debbie said, confused.

"I saw the footage, and I saw your face. You wanted it, but you said no because of me," Tom explained. "But I'm okay with it, as long as I'm here too."

He slid a hand down between her legs, and Debbie instinctively opened her legs for him. She sighed, and Tom nodded to Josh. He climbed onto the bed and slid a hand along her leg, along her thigh, and replaced Tom's fingers with his own. Debbie glanced at Tom, who smiled and nodded yes. He knelt by her head, letting her take his cock into her mouth, pausing only to groan as Josh slid his cock into her soaked pussy.

What Josh lacked in technique he made up for with his youthful enthusiasm, fucking Debbie for all he was worth. Tom looked and smiled; maybe he wanted to get finished before Debbie changed her mind.

Josh's hands went to her huge breasts, mauling them as he fucked her, squeezing hard; Debbie responded by linking her ankles behind his back and urging him deeper still. Despite his pace, Tom was quite impressed that he hadn't yet cum.

"You like her arse don't you, Josh?" Tom asked him, "let's turn her over then."

Debbie groaned as Josh pulled out, but quickly repositioned herself and took Tom's cock back in her mouth as Josh slid his cock in effortlessly from behind her. He stood behind her, Debbie having moved her knees to the edge of the bed, and gripped her buttocks as hard as he'd held her breasts earlier.

"Yeah, that's it Josh, let her know she's been fucked, make her want you to fuck her again," Tom encouraged.

Sweat was pouring from Josh's face now, dripping down over Debbie's back, and Tom knew that she was enjoying it as she pushed her hips back against him and was letting Tom fuck her mouth.

"Push a couple of fingers into her arse, Josh, she'll like that," Tom instructed, "and let me know when you're going to cum, I'll time it so I do at the same time."

Josh pulled her buttocks wide apart first, enjoying the sight of her arsehole opening slightly as he pushed his cock into her pussy, rubbing his fingers along the tiny hole until he pushed his fingers deep into her. He felt her back go rigid as she accommodated him, then despite the cock in her mouth she squealed in delight, having all three holes filled.

"You nearly there, Josh? She is," Tom told him.

Josh simply nodded, feeling Debbie push back harder, his other hand reaching under and pulling hard on her nipple. He was trying his hardest to hold on, to not cum just yet, but he was so close.

"Aaahh," he cried out as he started to cum.

Doing so tipped Debbie over the edge, and she started to orgasm too, more so from feeling Josh not pull out, his load spurting deep inside her. Tom fucked her mouth faster and started to cum down her throat; being filled with cum from both ends prolonged her orgasm.

As she collapsed down onto the bed, Tom called him round to stand by him, and Debbie lifted her head enough for him to slide his cock in so that she could clean him off, delighting in licking the cum from his now flaccid cock. He saw Tom call him again, this time standing where he had been earlier. He walked around, and Tom had pulled her buttocks apart, showing him his cum dripping from her sore-looking pussy.

Josh started to pick up his clothes, and he saw Debbie look back towards him.

"Are you coming round tonight?" she asked, "there's a film we could all watch," she added, pointing towards the camera.