MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR LOOKED ON EXCITEDLY AS I PLEASURED HIS BEAUTIFUL WIFE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two months ago, after years of living in a cramped apartment in a large, noisy city, I decided to move to the peace and quiet of the suburbs. I found a cute ranch-style house on Long Island and settled in, happy to be free of city life and its attendant aggravations. Everyone was so nice, especially my next-door neighbors, Alex, a gregarious guy with charisma to spare, and his stunningly beautiful wife, Kim. They made me feel at home right from the start, and last week their friendliness reached a new and altogether wonderful level. It was just a few days after I had moved in that Alex came by to introduce himself and welcome me to the neighborhood. I met Kim the very next day, when I was putting some stuff in the garage. Tall, with clear blue eyes, curly blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and an enticing figure exquisitely defined by a tight white t-shirt and ass-hugging blue denim cutoffs, she was a sight to behold. We chatted for a while, with Kim telling me some things about my new neighborhood and saying how much I'd love it. She seemed as nice as she was beautiful and, unless it was my imagination, rather flirtatious. I was struck by the thought that she was sizing me up, checking me out as if her husband had told her about me and she had come by to see for herself. That thought stayed in my mind and grew more intriguing in the days and weeks that followed, as the three of us began doing things together and grew closer. There were the outdoor barbecues, the ball games, movies at the mall and concerts in the park, with Kim paying as much, if not more, attention to me than to Alex. That she liked me, a lot, was obvious, and if Alex was uncomfortable with his wife's behavior, the way she flattered me at every chance and hung on my every word, he never said anything to me. On the contrary, I got the distinct impression that he was thrilled by how well Kim and I seemed to be getting along. And then it all came to a head last Saturday night, after dinner at their place, while we were enjoying drinks in the living room. I should have seen it coming, I realize now, but still I was taken aback when, during a moment of silence, Kim, sitting next to me on the couch, looked over at her husband and asked, "Is it time, honey?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - JOIN NOW FOR MORE LETTERS LIKE THIS! -

BY SPECIAL DELIVERY -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It all started with a simple pink vibrator. I bought it on a lark, while at an adult bookstore when I was in college, and ended up burning it out. That's the thing you learn about vibrators-they wear out rather quickly. The other thing you learn is that rechargeable batteries are a great investment, because a pair of AA batteries can run down after only two or three lengthy masturbation sessions. I now consider myself somewhat of an authority on vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, nipple toys and other implements of self-pleasure. And I owe it all to the Internet and a certain sexy deliveryman. I graduated college with a degree in illustration and lived in the city for a while afterward, freelancing for various book companies and magazines. Although I loved the work, I hated living in the city, holed up in a one-bedroom apartment and sharing my walls with people on either side. Then I inherited my grandfather's place in the Arizona desert, far from the suburban sprawl. It's a simple adobe structure that is miles away from the nearest town. I've added modern luxuries like air-conditioning, a satellite dish and a computer hookup, but it's a remote location. I can go for days without seeing anyone, and that suits me fine. I draw and paint and enjoy communing with jackrabbits and saguaro cacti. Of course, living alone in the desert is not the best way to meet men. I have a very healthy libido and did not plan on living a life of celibacy. Occasionally I'd drive a few hours into Scottsdale or Phoenix for the weekend and hook up with a guy, but that wasn't enough. Masturbation, of course, scratched my itch, but fingers didn't always do the trick. My trusty pink vibrator gave me that necessary extra oomph that provided me with some very powerful orgasms. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - JOIN NOW FOR MORE STORIES LIKE THIS! -

WHEN SHE SAID, "LET'S GO CRAZY," HE HAD NO IDEA HOW FAR THEY WOULD GO -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was her opening line that got me, even though I knew I was a complete sucker for falling for it. Walking up to me at the bar, this amazingly hot chick opened her luscious mouth and said, "You see, baby, you're hot in the way that does it for me." As she talked, she twisted a strand of long, dark hair around her finger, and I hung on her every word. "I mean, I feel like you and I could share an experience, like in a Prince song or something." Intense and possibly a little crazy, the girl was also ridiculously fine, which made her hard to resist. She had big, dark eyes, long black hair, nice legs and fantastic tits. She wore a lacy black shirt with a plunging neckline and a short black leather skirt from under which I could see the tops of her sheer stockings. There was no way that my twitching cock was going to let me pass up an opportunity to have some totally hot, possibly kinky, no-strings-attached sex, so I decided to take my chances. With an enthusiastic chorus of "Darling Nikki" playing in my head, I led her out of the club to my car. Her name was Kate, and she said that she was just passing through town. She directed me to a motel on the outskirts of the city, where she was staying with a girlfriend. It was kind of a dive, but that only seemed to add to the whole experience. She started opening the door to her room, but then she stopped and turned to me. "I hope you don't mind if my friend, Lauren, joins us," she said casually. My eyes grew wide with surprise and my dick jolted at her words. Not waiting for my reply, she smiled at me and added, "But I should warn you-she's kind of demanding. She won't hurt you, but you should do what she says. Trust me; you won't regret it." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - JOIN NOW FOR MORE LETTERS LIKE THIS! -

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