My wet neighbor

I am a 38 year-old female living in a small seaside town on the South Coast of England. I am 5'4" tall with a petite figure and small 34A breasts. I keep my body in good shape for my age with a couple of gym sessions a week. I am married to a decent, hard working man and have a wonderful son of 18. All in all we have a fine life on my husband's good salary even to the extent that I am fortunate enough not to have to work. In short, I am what used to be described as 'a lady of leisure' pretty much pleasing myself as to what I do with my time as long as I cover the responsibilities of being a housewife. All that my husband expects of me, is to keep a tidy home, prepare meals for him and my son and to maintain an active sex life with him. The latter I am happy to do since I have always been sexually active and, if truth be told, my husband is a wonderful, caring and sexy lover. I know the 'feminist' brigade might mock me for my 'homely' life style but it suits me just fine. I guess my life would have continued in the very safe vein but for a chance encounter with my neighbor, one day last month. Her name is Anne and she and her husband Dave, have been our neighbors for a little over a year now. We have always got on just fine, chatting over the fence etc but have never really got to know each other well. Some of the neighbors seem to be somewhat unfriendly towards them which I put down to their being black in a very white neighborhood. As far as I am concerned a person's color is totally irrelevant. If I like someone; great! If I don't; then so be it!

Anyway, to return to my story, I had plans to go out briefly one afternoon which I couldn't avoid and by chance, that morning I had received a call from a local shop saying that some furniture we had ordered would be delivered at the same time. I really didn't want to put the delivery off as we had already been waiting some time, so I decided to ask Anne if she would let the delivery man in. I called round to her house but she wasn't in, so I returned home and kept an eye out for her, hoping I would catch her before having to go out. My trip wasn't until mid-afternoon so I had plenty of time. I kept an occasional watch out of my kitchen window, when at about 11.00 am I saw Anne pass by the bottom of our driveway carrying some shopping bags. I quickly put some shoes on and made my way down our drive and into Anne's. I figured I would catch her easily but she had already disappeared through their side gate, which led to the main door. I walked up the drive and just as I was about to try the gate handle I heard a strange moaning sound. It was no more than a whisper and seemed to be like a mixture of relief and enjoyment. Almost like he sounds of gently foreplay but totally out of place behind the side gate of someone's house. I paused for a moment not quite knowing whether to just walk through the gate and knock on the door or whether I should knock on the gate itself. I could still hear the sound but not having a clue what it was I decided to go through the gate. I pushed the gate open and took perhaps two paces through it before coming to an abrupt halt. Anne was stood no more than ten feet ahead of me, facing away from me and leaning with one hand on a low entrance wall. Her legs were straight and slightly apart and her shopping bags discarded in the doorway. Most surprising of all was that her jeans on the inner leg were soaking wet and she stood in a small puddle. As I watched for what seemed like minutes but could only have been seconds, the wetness was spreading around the backside of her jeans.

Bloody hell! Anne was wetting herself! Not only that, I could now see her other hand was obviously rubbing her crotch. I now heard again the soft moaning and obviously realized it was Anne. I froze for a minute not knowing what to do and then decided that if she hadn't seen or heard me come through the gate I could simply retreat and walk away. I turned quietly but had taken only a single pace when the gate banged shut in the breeze. I turned quickly to face Anne who, hearing the gate, had her spun round. We stood facing each other. I really don't who was the most embarrassed. I felt like a peeping tom and Anne just seemed mortified to be caught pissing her jeans. For a moment neither of us said anything, then Anne spoke. Well she didn't so much speak and simply blurted out, "I couldn't get to the door in time!"

"Oh," was all I could say.

Feeling the need to explain further Anne said, "I couldn't find my key and I was just bursting."

I still didn't really know what to say but the sight of Anne wetting and obviously rubbing herself at the same time had sent a tickle through my pussy. Just on the strength of what I had seen I couldn't be totally sure what was going on. However, adding the fact that I had clearly heard her moaning I didn't quite believe her wetness had been just an accident. At this point, I'm not sure what made me do anything other than walk away, but instead I found myself saying, "It seemed to me that you were quite enjoying the experience."

As soon as I spoke I thought I had made a mistake and fully expected Anne to get angry at my suggestion. Surprisingly she didn't. Instead she smiled slightly and said cryptically, "Is that what it looked like, is it?"

Fumbling for words I said, "Look, I'm sorry to bother you. I should have knocked. Sorry!" and with that turned once more to walk away. Just as I grabbed the gate handle Anne said, "Would YOU have enjoyed it?"

I stopped, thought for a moment and said, "I don't really know."

"Have you never been caught short?" asked Anne pushing the point.

I responded, "Well yes I have, but never to the point of wetting myself…..well not since I was a child anyway."

I really didn't believe I was having this conversation but the fact that we were talking at all, seemed to make Anne more confident and she then said, "Well maybe you should try it sometime. It's quite a liberating experience and can be really quite fun you know."

"So you were enjoying yourself." I said knowingly and added, "And was it an accident?"

Again Anne smiled and walked over to me. Close enough that I could smell the pee on her jeans. "It honestly was an accident this time, but sometimes it isn't and I always enjoy it." She said, adding, "Does that shock you Mary?

"No I don't find it shocking. Surprising yes, but shocking no. I'm a woman of the world, I know people have many different tastes." I said, trying to appear as relaxed as Anne but actually feeling very nervous of the situation I had blundered into.

Anne continued, "Now you know my little secret, I hope I can count on your discretion. Most people wouldn't so understand."

"Don't worry, no one will hear it from me!" I assured her.

"Thank you!" she said and leaning forward gave be a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"Do you have time for a coffee?" she asked, "and then you can tell me what is you came round for."

I knew this was it. The moment to make my apologies and excuse myself or to accept her invitation to a coffee and proceed into a situation that I felt would go further. Everything told me to take the former option but I found myself saying, "Yeah, a coffee would be nice." and then following Anne into her house watching her tight arse clad in pee soaked jeans. It was really quite surreal! Anne led me into the kitchen and offered me a seat. She then coolly filled and turned on the kettle before turning to me and saying, "It's really time I got out of these wet clothes." With that she took two paces to her washing machine, kicked of her sneakers, undid her jeans and lowered them to the floor. It was all so casual as if it was an everyday occurrence to strip in front of a relative stranger. Once again I felt a pleasurable twinge in my pussy. Was I really finding Anne's little show a turn on? I had certainly never thought of myself as anything other than heterosexual but it was undeniable her beautiful firm body was having an effect on me. Anne now stood in front of me in just a T-shirt and the skimpiest of white panties, which against her dark skin looked just glorious. Her legs were long and her arse small and tight. She had a fantastic body. She proceeded to place her discarded clothes in the washing machine then sat down across from me. She was obviously in no rush to get dressed. I found the situation both strange and yet at the same time I could feel that I was most definitely getting turned on. I could feel wetness in my pussy and my nipples hardening. I noticed Anne look at my chest and that she could obviously see the signs of my aroused state as my nipples pushed hard against my blouse. Anne spoke gently and with a smile, "So Mary, do you think you might try a little pee fun yourself? If I'm not too much mistaken, I believe you're excited by what you've seen today, aren't you."

I started to crumble, "Well , I like to think I'm open minded when it comes to sex, so I just might. You never know!"

Anne immediately and disarmingly said, "Why don't you start now Mary?"

"What do you mean, now?" I replied.

"I mean right here and now Mary. Why don't you try it here, now with me? We have total privacy and I would just love to watch. You know you really are very attractive."

"Oh I don't know about that Anne, I'm really not sure that I could."

"Go on," she urged me, "I promise you really will love the naughtiness of it, particularly doing it in front of someone else and you have my word that it will be strictly between you and me…and after all you did watch me."

"Look," I said, "I really don't think I can just sit here and pee myself. I would be too nervous and besides it's just so out of character for me".

"Well you don't know until you try. If you don't enjoy the experience, well then at least you've tried it once and don't have to ever repeat it. But trust me, I just know you'll love it." Said Anne trying her best to convince me.

I have to say I was secretly tempted, still flushed and excited at the site of Anne peeing and then stripping her jeans off in front of me.

"Go on……do it for me." she said looking at me doe-eyed and almost pleading. I think Anne was pretty turned on herself by this point.

"Okay, okay." I blurted, "I'll do it! I'll try anything once but I do have your absolute word that this is between you and me only. If anyone knew about this I would be just so embarrassed!

"I promise Mary, you have my word," said Anne.

"Okay. Here goes!" I said with a nervous giggle, as I slowly stood and started to undo my jeans.

"No, no Mary," said Anne, "keep your jeans on. It enhances the experience. Trust me."

I sat down again and looked deep into Anne's eyes, at the same time relaxing myself as much as I could. I tried to let go all my muscle tension but I was just too uptight. I just couldn't pee.

"Look", said Anne, "I can see you're nervous. How about if I helped to get you a little turned on again. Would that help?"

Not wanting to miss the opportunity I quickly said that it would be worth a try.

Anne pulled her chair back from the table and placed it directly in front of me and about three feet away. She then pulled off her T-shirt to reveal the most beautiful small but firm breasts. Raising her bum slightly off the chair she pulled her knickers down and kicked them off. Then sitting back she spread her legs just enough to expose her pussy to me and said, "That's better. Now lets see if we can get you really juicy." With that she gently started to masturbate herself with one hand whilst pinching and rubbing her nipples with the other. "How's this for you?" she asked. I could hardly answer, sat with the most beautiful sexy woman in front of me, openly playing with herself and all to get me excited enough to piss myself. Well it was certainly working. My pussy started to get very wet and my nipples grew harder than I could remember. I started to rub myself through my jeans and at the same time relaxed by bladder. My flow started instantly. As the first emission left me, I instinctively stopped it with my muscles, but then relaxing again, managed to really let go. My pee started to flow in full force and my jeans immediately changed color as the piss soaked through.

"That's great!" said Anne as she started to rub herself harder and faster lifting her arse off the seat to get two fingers deep into her cunt.

The feeling for me was just indescribable. As my pee flowed down my legs and started to drip onto the kitchen floor I had never felt so alive and naughty. I stared intently at Anne's pussy as she started to come with frantic movements of her hands and hips. "Go on Mary, go on, be dirty for Me" she shouted as she reached her final throws. I couldn't just sit peeing anymore. I had to deal with my own lust and quickly undid the top of my jeans and pulled down to my thighs. My knickers followed far enough down to allow me to spread my legs and start to insert fingers into my own pussy. As I did so I pumped the last squirts of piss from myself which, deflected by my fingers into a shower, and sprayed the floor and Anne's legs. I was lost in lust and couldn't stop now whatever happened. I had to come and started to shout louder than Anne had done, "Oh god, oh god yes. Anne I want to come for you. I want to piss for you. I want to be so dirty Anne. Please Anne let me come for you...…Oh God, ooohhhhhh Goodddd!"

As I came down from my orgasm, reality struck home and I must have looked totally embarrassed.

Anne said, "Are you okay? Did you like it?" in a tone that gave away her concern that maybe I was already regretting what I had done. I was shocked at what I had done. I still couldn't quite believe that twenty minutes after calling on my neighbor here I was semi-naked in her kitchen with both of us masturbating and pissing for our own and each others pleasure. I had to think for a minute to get a grip on reality. After a long pause, I said "You know Anne, I really can't believe what we just did and more importantly I can't believe how much I enjoyed it. It was fantastic."

"I told you Mary, I told you it was great!" said Anne, "Now get those jeans off and I'll put them in the wash with mine."

I checked my watch.

"Have you got to be somewhere?" asked Anne.

"No, not until this afternoon." I said.

"Great, then while you clothes wash and dry why you don’t stay her for a while. Would you like that?" she said.

"Anne", I said, "I would like that very much."

"Great" she said again, "we can get comfy and get to know each other".

"You should know I've never done anything with a woman before Anne." I said in a tone so submissive I surprised myself.

Anne obviously picked up on it and said, "Mary, you shouted that you wanted to come for me and piss for me and be dirty for me. Well you will. I will show you what you can do for me and in return, you will get to experience things you've never thought of. Now get your blouse off and a bra if you're wearing one and follow me."

I stood and stripped as instructed. Then meekly followed Anne into her living room. Anne sat down, and hung her legs over the arms of the chair spreading herself wide. "Now Mary," she said, knells down and licks me. I want you to make me come."

I did as I was told with total enthusiasm. I tongued and tongued at her pussy trying to bring her off as quickly and franticly as I could. Anne threw her head back and enjoyed everything I did to her. So many times I could feel her close to coming but each time she pulled back from the brink to extend the pleasure she was getting. I was determined to get her off and bought my hands into play. I pushed two fingers into her pussy and started to pump her. As she started to buck and lift her bottom, I took my opportunity and stuck the index finger of my other hand into her arse. She looked at me suddenly, shocked at what I had done but them smiled and allowed me to push my fingers deep into her. I knew the pleasure my fingers were giving as being finger fucked in the pussy and arse at the same time was something I just loved my husband doing for me. Anne started to shout and scream as she became wetter and wetter. At one point I thought she was peeing again but it was just so much pussy juice. She bucked up and down, moaning, "Oh Mary, ooooh Mary yessss…. Bring me off, make me cum Mary, and make me cum please." Then her body stiffened and shocks itself into orgasm before she slumped back down into the chair. She then pulled my fingers from her cunt and raising them to her mouth started to suck them clean of her juice.

"That was fantastic Mary," she said, "God I wish we had got to know each other better before now."

"So do I Anne", I said, "but I hope from now on we can spend a lot more time together."

"Count on it!" she said gently as she leaned forward to kiss me full and long. "Now before you have to go, come with me." she said standing and holding out her hand.

I took hold and she led me upstairs. I thought we were going to her bedroom but instead she took me into the bathroom.

"Now Mary," lay in the bath for me.

I immediately knew what was coming and eagerly clambered into the bath and lay down. Anne stood into the tub with her feet either side of me and crouched down a little. Then she spread her pussy lips and started to rub herself again. Within seconds her flow of piss started and grew stronger than I had imagined. She showered me from my thighs up to me neck for what seemed like ages whilst I started to masturbate myself for the second time that day. I was so turned on by the day's events that I came almost straight away and before Anne had finished her pee. As she did so she told me to remain lying and continued to rub herself. She was going to cum again too and when she did I could understand why she told me to remain in the bath. She started to spurt juice from her cunt in huge quantities, which fell sticky onto my stomach and legs. I could certainly get wet when I came but nothing like this. Anne could practically come as much as a man. I just loved it. It was so dirty. My mind was now in turmoil. My mundane day had presented to me the most experimental sexual encounter of my life and I had loved every minute of it. Whilst I had always known that having sex with another woman would be something I was quite willing to try, I didn't believe I could be so dirty and uninhibited. A chance happening had opened a whole new chapter in my life. Once we had cleaned up we went back downstairs. My jeans had now dried and, taking them into Anne's living room, I got dressed whilst she watched. Time was now getting on and I had my appointment. I wanted to see Anne again but even having been so intimate with her, still didn't like to ask. So I was relieved as I left the house when Anne pulled me back, kissed me and asked, "Do you want to call again tomorrow morning?
"Oh, yes please," I said.

"Good," said Anne, and as I walked away added, "and make sure you drink lots!"

My Wet Neighbor Part 2.

The next day I awoke just knowing that it was going to be special. I had spent much of the night awake, going over and over in my mind what had happened with Anne the day before. I couldn't wait to get the early morning routine out of the way and call on Anne again.

I gave my husband breakfast and packed in up a small lunch before seeing him off to work at around 8.30. Then I turned my attention to my son. I wanted to get him off to college as soon as possible. I knew I was going next door but didn't want him to know anything of my day's plans. The sooner he was out of the house the better. He didn't have lectures until 10.30 but I managed to convince him that I wanted to do loads of housework and ironing and the sooner he left me to it the sooner I could get on. In the end he reluctantly departed at around 09.30. This was it! I was now free to see Anne without having to explain to anyone what I was doing next door or how long I would be. I remembered what Anne had said about drinking plenty and downed a pint of water before going upstairs to get dressed. I decided not to dress up too much. I wanted to keep things ordinary. Well as ordinary as engaging in lesbian sex with my neighbor could be. I just put on a blouse, panties and a skirt and made myself up. As I prepared I was feeling horny in anticipation. I wanted to masturbate myself but decided to keep it for Anne. At the same time as feeling excited I was also nervous. Would Anne have regretted yesterday after the event? Would she welcome me into her house again? I just didn't know what to expect. I think the uncertainty was adding to my excitement in a strange way. I drank another pint of water and paced the house for ten minutes building up the courage to go next door. Finally, I decided it was now or never. I gave myself a final check in the mirror and left the house. As I turned into Anne's drive I could feel my nipples hardening and my pussy get wet. This was so naughty! If my husband or son had a clue what I was doing it would blow their minds. Anne must have seen me coming up her drive as she was waiting at the door when I reach it.

"Mary", she said, "glad to see you decided to come. I wasn't sure you would."

"I wasn't sure myself," I said nervously.

"Well don't just stand there. Come in. Come in." she said and ushered me into the kitchen again. "So you enjoyed yourself yesterday enough to give it another go?"

"God yes!" I said, "I haven't been able to think about anything else all night."

"Well I glad you're here." Anne said with a smile, "but……"

"But what? Don't you want me here?" I asked worried that I had made a mistake.

"No no, not at all. As I said, I'm glad you made it. It's just that I want you to understand something before we go further. I want us to be friends. I want us to enjoy each other's company and each other sexually, but I want you to understand, for this to work for me I have to be in charge. It's just the way I am. I like to be dominant in my sex life. Is that okay with you." She said. I thought for a moment and asked, "What do you mean by 'in charge' exactly?"

"Well," replied Anne, "I certainly don't expect you to do things you don't want to but within that parameter I want to run things. I lead the way, so to speak. Okay?"

I thought again and have to admit I quite liked the idea of being dominated by Anne. "Okay" I said, "I prepared to give it a go on that basis."

"I thought you would." She said smiling, "I thought yesterday that I saw signs of submissiveness in you. Am I right? Are you the submissive type Mary?"

"Yeah, I suppose I am." I said, meekly adding, "what do you want me to do?"

"First you can drink this," she said handing me a large mug of coffee.

"No thanks Anne," I said, "I already drunk loads this morning".

"Good!" she said, "but don't argue, drink it!"

I realized we had begun! Anne was in charge and I was to do as I was told. "Thanks" I said taking the coffee and sitting down at the kitchen table to drink it. Anne was wearing her housecoat and appeared to have no bra underneath although I could see the visible line of her panties as she walked around the room. When I had finished the coffee, Anne took mug and told me to follow her. I stood up and followed her into the hall way and then on into the lounge, where I had sucked and fingered her to orgasm the day before. The room was fresh and airy, lightly furnished and with a large pair of sliding glass doors looking out onto the garden.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked again.

In the corner of the room was a large footstool standing maybe two feet high. "Get that stool and put it by the glass doors, " she said forcefully, but still in a friendly manner. I happily did as she told me and then turned for her next instruction. Anne by this time had sat in a chair at the other end of the room and had opened her housecoat. She sat caressing her breasts with one hand whilst the other was slowly making circles on her tummy and just touching the tops of her pubic hair above her panties. She looked very sexy and totally in control whilst I stood looking somewhat lost and mildly pathetic.

"Now Mary, you will masturbate for me. I want you to sit on the stool and masturbate yourself but I want you to do it subtly. Imagine you are in a room with a stranger, maybe some kind of waiting room and you are desperate to bring yourself off. I am the stranger and you want to do it without me noticing. "

I liked her little game playing but asked if I could go to the loo before I started as I was bursting.

"No!" she said sternly, "you may not! You will save that for latter and if I see the slightest hint of you leaking pee I will be very disappointed. Is that clear Mary?"

I nodded.

"Now you may begin", she said.

At first I was nervous. I couldn't get into the role Anne had described for me but as I closed my eyes and relaxed I started to see the 'waiting room' with the woman 'stranger' sitting opposite me. The imaginary role-playing was exciting as I gently and slowly started to rub my thighs together. I imagined I was in a doctor's waiting room and Anne was the receptionist sat at her desk. I turned slightly on the stool so she would not get a full view of what I was doing and then dropped my hand to my thigh. The slowly I pushed my hand under my skirt and reached my knickers with my fingertips. The 'receptionist' hadn't noticed. I delved further with my fingers pulling my knickers to one side and feeling the lips of my pussy. Then I moved my hand just a little further up and my fingers parted my lips and went into my cunt. I checked to see if I had 'been seen'. In my imagination the receptionist was still going about her business. I had to go further. I started to gently and quietly puss two fingers in and out of my pussy and at the same time rubbed by clit with my thumb. My other hand I slowly bought up to my chest and started to rub my breasts through my blouse almost as if I was just brushing some fluff of my clothes. I was by now getting very wet but still desperately tried to stay 'in character' and continue my frigging as silently as possible. I started to feel myself cumming and now totally playing the part I bit my lip as I rocked back and forth on my fingers and tried to keep my body movements to an absolute minimum. Then my orgasm started. It came in waves through me and with each one I tried desperately to maintain my composure as if I really was sat in front of a total stranger in a public waiting room. I had never experienced anything like it before. The total self control mixed with the total lack of control that an orgasm delivers was a potent mixed. Even with my best wills I let out a couple of murmurs as I finally came. Then I withdrew my hand and sat quietly.

I was snapped out of my imaginary world by Anne saying, "That was perfect Mary, just perfect. Did you enjoy it?"

"I can't believe how much." I said, "I haven't ever tried to have a quiet, controlled orgasm before. It was a really fantastic experience. Did you know it would be so good for me?"

"I thought it would. It is something I do quite regularly. I go to public places like the library or cinema and bring myself off trying to keep it secret. I find it absolutely thrilling and wanted to give you a taste of what it feels like. I know it not quite the same here with me but I hope it has given you the idea. One day soon I will take you somewhere you can do it for real."

"Oh yeah, that sounds good," I said surprising myself with my enthusiasm.

"Now," said Anne getting to her feet, "follow me into the kitchen. It's time for something else."

I stood up and could hardly walk I wanted to pee so badly now. "Please Anne, please can I go to toilet first, I begged."

"Soon enough," she said, "now into the kitchen please."

I followed Anne back into the kitchen where she got some old cushions from a pile in the corner and threw them onto the floor.

"Have you ever been fucked by another woman Mary?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"No" I said with a smile of anticipation, "but I would love you to be my first Anne."

She then told me to take my blouse off and knickers off but to keep my skirt on. I had noticed already that she was always very precise in what she wanted. I did as told and removed by blouse and knickers, dropping them onto the floor next to me. She then told me to kneel down on the cushions and rest on my elbows. "I want your bottom high in the air." She said. I knelt down and pushing by bottom as high as I could in the knelling position I turned to watch Anne as she opened and dropped her housecoat to the floor. She then pulled her panties off and threw them on the floor next to my face.

"Stay as you are." She said as she then left the room for what seemed like an age. Whilst she was gone I wanted so much to pee that some leaked out and ran down my thighs but not enough for Anne to notice. She then entered the room and as she did so I automatically turned to look at her. I was truly shocked to see a large and fat strap-on dildo bouncing from her crotch as she walked towards me. It was black and at least eight or nine inches long. I was used to only my husband's prick and it wasn't as big as the dildo before me.

"I'm not sure I can take that Anne" I said.

"Don't worry," she said, "I know what I am doing and I'm not into hurting people. "Relax."

She clearly didn't see it as a topic for discussion as she knelt down behind me and leaning forward with both hands grabbed my tits and started to play with them. The dildo pushed against the crack of my arse and it felt just as though a large man was ready to take me doggy style. Anne then lifted my skirt up to reveal my pussy and arse sticking high in the air. She wasted no time in placing the tip of the dildo against my lips and pushed it into me with a single, strong thrust.

I gasped as it sank into me, shocked at the speed with which see did it.

"Now bitch, I'm going to fuck you good and hard. You hear me bitch?" she said in a gruff voice.

I figured it was more role-play for Anne with her being a man about to fuck his woman.

"Yes, I ready……", I said but Anne had already started to fuck me very hard and very fast before the words had even come out. She was like a 'man' possessed. "Take it bitch, take my long dick," she shouted, "go on beg me to fuck you with my long dick you slut. Take it, take it right in," she shouted at me as she fucked me harder than my husband had ever done. I really was her slut. In reality I hardly knew Anne and yet here I was almost naked in her kitchen allowing her to dildo fuck me whilst all the time my husband and son thought I was just doing the housework. I started to feel my second orgasm of the morning coming on strong and started to ride myself back onto the plastic dick. "Harder, fuck me harder," I begged.

"You want more? You want more bitch? Is that what you want?" Anne shouted.

"Yes more, I want more." I screamed.

Anne suddenly stopped and pulled the dildo out. It was so quick I didn't really know what was happening when I felt it again against my arse hole.

"You want it bitch then you're going to get it, you filthy slut." She said and before I could say another word she plunged the dildo into my arse.

As I have said, I regularly enjoyed getting my arse finger fucked by my husband but we had never actually arsed fucked. The feeling of the dildo going into me was shocking. It felt enormous and I felt every muscle in my body tighten but somehow I couldn't speak a word. The before I knew it Anne had started to fuck my arse with long slow strokes. My shock and discomfort gave way to the most immense pleasure as by body relaxed again and I slumped lower onto my elbows. This made it even easier for Anne to go deeper, which she immediately did.

"Enjoying it bitch? Do you like your pretty little bottom to be fucked by my huge prick? Do you, do you like it slut?" she kept asking.

I still couldn't talk; all I could do was groan in pleasure.

"Now Bitch, I want you to piss for me. I want you to piss as I fuck your arse."

I didn't need telling twice. I was absolutely bursting to go and started to pee instantly. A huge stream of pee shot out of me onto the floor and all over Anne's legs and body and she continued fucking my arse. Each time she slapped into me my stream was sent into a shower that quickly drenched her and me. This was enough to take me over the edge and Anne too. I started to come and come and Anne started to shout and moan. As soon as I had finished she pulled the dildo out of me and ripping the Velcro fastenings open threw it aside. She then grabbed my head, spinning me round to face her and forced my face into her cunt. I started licking and sucking for all I was worth but it was clearly not enough to bring her to her peak. She laid herself on the floor and as I went to kneel between her legs and continue my licking she grabbed my hand and pushed it into her cunt.

"Fist me Mary, put your fist into me and fuck me with your arm. Do it, do it now Mary."

I eased two, then three, then four fingers into her and was surprised how easy they went in. In short order I had my whole hand in her and started to use it and my forearm as a dildo. Anne just took it all and grabbing my arm started to pump herself with it as if it were a sex toy. She screamed and bucked and swore as she finally started to cum. Realizing she was there, she pulled my arm out of her and pulled my face down into her cunt. She then bucked her hips a few more times and started to spurt her cum onto my face. Just as much as she had produced in the bathroom the day before. I was covered with spurt after spurt. Just like yesterday she came just like a man climaxing. With each contraction there was another load ejaculated from her pussy into my face. We both collapsed, into a heap on the floor, both totally exhausted and, I think, just a little embarrassed by how far we had gone and what we had done to each other. We eventually got ourselves cleaned up and drank coffee and chatted, and shared our most intimate thoughts and fantasies with each other. I felt so good to talk to someone, so openly knowing I could be more honest than I had ever been in my life. As my time to leave eventually arrived Anne once again asked if I wanted to meet with her again. She really didn't need to ask. If course I did and as soon as possible. What adventures would she have planned for me I thought as I walked back down her drive.

My Wet Neighbor Part 3.

It was two days latter that I next visited Mary again. I got an early morning call from her. Too early really, as I was still getting my husband's breakfast when the phone rang.

"Hi Mary, it's Anne" how are you doing? She said.

"Fine," I said "but it's difficult to talk right now. I'm fixing my husband's breakfast."

"Is he there?" she asked.

"Of course he's here or why would I be making him breakfast." I replied jokingly.

"No, I mean is he in the kitchen with you now?" she went on.

"Oh no, he's upstairs shaving."

"and your son?"

"He's still in bed, I suppose, he usually is." I answered, "Why all the questions anyway?"

Anne didn't answer my question she simply went on, "so are you feeling sexy Mary? Are you in the mood for some fun?"

I smiled to myself and said coyly, "I might be, what have you in mind? Do you want me to call round later?"

"Later yes, indeed, but why not have some fun now. Listen, I'm sat in my bathroom. My husband is in the next room getting dressed and do you know what I am doing Mary?

"No, what are you doing." I said quietly. Although my husband and son couldn't possibly hear me I just felt so naughty talking to Anne that I automatically whispered.

"I'm frigging myself Mary. Bringing myself off thinking about you. I want you to do the same Mary. What are you wearing?"

"I've just got my robe on and a pair of knickers." I whispered.

"Right," said Anne, "remove your knickers now and put them on your kitchen table."

"Anne, I can't. My husband or son could wander in any minute. I can't do this now." I said.

"Do it now Mary or we won't meet later. Is that what you want?" she said rather sternly.

"Of course I don't want that. I can't wait to see you again."

"Then take of your knickers and put them on the table!" she ordered.

I did as I was told. Quickly listening out for my husband and son and hearing nothing of them, I untied by robe and let it fall open. Then I quickly pulled my panties off and closed my robe up again.

"Have you done it?" asked Anne.

"Yes," I stumbled.

"No you haven't had you Mary. You're lying to me, I can tell from your voice. Now one more chance!"

"Okay, okay", I said, "I have taken them off but I'm still holding them. If I put them on the table and my husband or son walk in how on earth will I explain it."

"The risk is the fun Mary", Anne said gently, "Now put them on the table for me."

I was under Anne's spell and beginning to feel the thrill of the situation. I threw my panties onto the table and waited for Anne to speak.

"Now Mary, I want you to move to your sink, lean over it with your bottom facing your kitchen door and pull your robe up around your waist." She said, "when you are in position tell me."

"I can't!" I exclaimed. "It would be bad enough for my husband to walk in to see me displaying my pussy and arse to the world, but if it were my son, I would be mortified."

"Take the risk Mary, you know I'm always right. Go on Mary do it for me." Anne said.

I just couldn't refuse Anne's charms. I walked to the sink, bent over and pulled by robe up. "I'm in position" I whispered down the phone, "Oh God this is so risky, what if…

Anne interrupted, "Good, now I want you to spread your arse cheeks, then bring a hand between your legs and masturbate yourself. Make sure you talk to me Mary, I want to know how you're doing."

I couldn't believe myself as I put a hand on each of my arse cheeks and pulled myself open, gently rubbing around my arse hole with my hands. Then, with my right hand between my legs, I started to rub myself off. I told Anne exactly what I was doing at every stage and could hear her masturbating herself too. I didn't want to take long. Whilst Anne was right that the thrill of being caught was a fantastic turn on, I knew deep down, that I really didn't want to be caught, so rubbed as hard and fast as I could. As I started to feel myself coming, I put my left hand back on my bottom and pushed its index finger into my arse hole. This was enough to bring me over the edge and Anne too as I described to her what I was doing. As my orgasm came and then subsided, Anne spoke again, "Now wasn't that fun Mary? Did you like the risk of being caught?"

I admitted to her that the thrill of my husband catching me was fantastic and frightening at the same time. How would I explain to him why I was stood in the kitchen at breakfast time, frigging myself to orgasm and who would I say I was talking to as I did it? It really didn't bear thinking about. As to being caught by my son, I told Anne that the very idea terrified me. Although there was a dark corner of my mind that actually found the idea of being caught by my son rather than my husband, the real turn on. I didn't say anything about that to Anne though. Anne spoke again, "Well done Mary! Now I want you to leave your knickers off for now. Take them off the table and drop them into a corner of the kitchen floor. Then when one of your family sees them it will give them something to think about without actually telling them anything. Let their imagination do a little work! Now, I will expect you to call round here mid-morning. Is that okay with you."

"Oh, absolutely," I said, "I can't wait. You're turning me into a very dirty woman, and I love it."

Anne replied cheerily, "I'm not making you into anything you're not already. I'm just showing you a different side of yourself. It was always there, I just allow you to express yourself. See you later!" and with that she hung up. I too hung up and then picking my panties off the table, wiped the wetness from my thighs and pussy before dropping them onto the floor. Even this simple act made me feel naughty. Tempting my husband or son to wonder why I had left my panties in the kitchen. It didn't seem long before the hall clock was showing 10:15 and I was just brushing my hair in the mirror in readiness for calling on Anne. I could fell a wet anticipation in my pussy wondering what she had in mind for today. Five minutes later I was knocking at her door and was surprised to have it opened by a stranger. Before me stood a woman in her mid-forties, of petite frame but with large breasts of a size that were quite out of proportion to the rest of her. The situation threw me and I just stood in the doorway not knowing what to say when Anne appeared from the Kitchen and said "Hi Mary, come in. Let me introduce you; this is Mrs. Kent, my cleaning lady. Wendy," she continued turning to Mrs. Kent, "This is Mary my neighbor."

I said hello to Mrs. Kent and followed Anne into the kitchen whilst Mrs. Kent made her way into the lounge. I closed the kitchen door as we entered and said to Anne, "I thought we would be alone today. Aren't we going to have some fun?"

My disappointment must have been obvious to Anne who said, "Don't worry, Mary, we are definitely going to have fun."

"But what about Mrs. Kent?" I asked.

"Don't worry Mary, trust me." she said and then, taking my hand, leads me out of the kitchen and into the lounge where Mrs. Kent was going about her duties.

"Take a seat Mary," Anne said.

Mrs. Kent turned around and asked Anne, if she wanted her to get on with another room first, not knowing me or what I was there for.

"No, no Wendy," Anne replied, "Mary is a close friend," she said with an obvious and strange emphasis on the word 'close'.

"Oh, I see," said Mrs. Kent knowingly.

I could tell they obviously ‘understood' each other but had to admit that I was confused as to what was going on. Why had we come into the lounge where Mrs. Kent was obviously busy when we could have stayed in the kitchen? It became clear when Anne turned to me and said, "Mary, I want you to understand that Wendy here is a very special cleaning lady in that she offers what you might call specialized services to me."

"What do you mean." I said politely but not really knowing whether to address the question to Anne or Mrs. Kent directly. Anne continued cryptically, "Wendy here, takes care of me when I'm frustrated and cleans up whatever mess I make, if you see what I mean."

I immediately knew what Anne meant, or thought I did, and turned to Mrs. Kent to see her reaction. She smiled at me realizing at the same moment that I obviously knew Anne intimately as well. There was a silent understanding that we could all be open with each other and be sure that it was confidential.

"Now I think we all understand each other," said Anne and continued, "Now Wendy how about earning a little bonus today?"

Mrs. Kent replied, "Certainly madam, what have you in mind?"

"How about you do your work naked today? How would that be for starters?" Anne said and then before getting an answer from Wendy turned to me and said, "Do you think that might be fun Mary?"

I smiled at Anne and then turning to Wendy said, "That would be great, if it's okay with you."

"Of course madam," said Wendy, "Whatever you ladies want, I am pleased to oblige."

I was by now incredibly turned on by the situation developing. Again Anne had managed to totally surprise me. We both sat down and Anne then said, "do carry on Wendy."

Matter of factly, Mrs. Kent then moved to the side of the room and proceeded to remove her clothes. First her blouse came off followed by her jeans. Then, standing in just her underwear, she turned to face us, and unclipped her bra. Her large breasts swung free. She was a very attractive woman. Finally she slowly pulled her panties down and threw them onto the pile of her other clothing. Mrs. Kent was now naked and I was soaking wet having enjoyed her little 'strip show'. I looked over at Anne who smiled back and said, "Isn't she just gorgeous?"

Mrs. Kent then proceeded to clean and dust the lounge as she would have done normally but seemed to me to be taking every opportunity to bend over and display herself to Anne and myself. Having done the general cleaning she then reached for the vacuum cleaner and plugged it in. Anne then invited me to sit next to her on the couch, which I duly did.

"Wendy and the vacuum is always a good show!" she said as she undid the top of her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Then she said, "Why don't you get a little more comfortable Mary?"

I took the hint and undid the side zip of my skirt, pulled it down and kicked it off. As I looked at Mrs. Kent again she had plugged in the vacuum and stood before us. She then positioned the handle of the machine on her pussy lips and having rubbed it up and down a few times, gently but obviously inserted three or four inches of the handle into her cunt. She them turned it on and started to fuck herself with the handle has the vibration of the motor added to the pleasure she was obviously feeling. She seemed oblivious to our presence as she sank to her knees, bringing the handle of the vacuum down to floor level with her, and rode the machine lick a 'sybian' vibrator. Anne then put her hand onto my pussy and started to rub my clit. I took her lead and responded in kind such that we were masturbating each other whilst Mrs. Kent bought herself off in front of us.

"Come on Mary, come for me. I can feel how wet you are." Anne said.

I could say nothing. I was so turned on by the display before me. I just frigged Anne for all that I was worth. Mrs. Kent was close to coming, moaning in pleasure as the vacuum did its job. I too was close to me second orgasm of the day and I could feel Anne was also getting near. I think we were all trying for the same thing; to come together at the same time with Anne and I taking our lead from Mrs. Kent.

"Come on Wendy," shouted Anne, "bring yourself off you slut. Come for Mary and me. Come dirty! We want to see you come."

"Yes, come on Mrs. Kent," I added, "fuck yourself for us."

Mrs. Kent started to shout as her orgasm approached. Anne and I sped up our mutual frigging. We all started shouting our own obscenities to ourselves and at each other as we all magically peaked together. Each in our own little fantasy and at the same time each providing the stimulation to the others. I felt totally and utterly liberated enjoying myself so openly in the company of fellow woman.

Once spent, we all sat quietly with our thoughts until Anne piped up, "That was great Wendy. A bonus well earned I think!"

"Thank you madam," replied Mrs. Kent, "do you wish me to dress now?"

"No I think not yet. You see this morning Mary here, tried to lie to me. I told her to do something and see tried to pretend she had done so when she hadn't." said Anne.

I cut in, "What are you talking about?"

Anne continued, "You know full well! When I told you to put your knickers on your kitchen table and you didn't."

"I did." I said.

"Yes, but not before trying to lie to me." Then turning to Mrs. Kent she went on, "Wendy, I think Mary needs to be spanked and I would be obliged if you would carry out her punishment."

"Certainly madam," she replied, "where would you like it done."

"In the kitchen I think." Said Anne with a knowing smile.

I seemed to have no say in the matter as Mrs. Kent took my hand and lead me to the Kitchen.

"Take off your panties and bra please Mary," said Mrs. Kent.

I simply did as I was told.

Throwing some cushions onto the floor she then said, "Please kneel down Mary."

Again I did as I was told whilst Anne stood in the corner of the kitchen and stripped herself naked too. Mrs. Kent then knelt down beside me and without further warning started to spank my arse cheeks. After every few slaps she would place her hands on my arse and kneed my buttocks, each time making sure to rub her hands over by arse hole and cunt. I couldn't believe I was being so submissive as I felt my pussy begin to flow with juice yet again.

"Well done Wendy," said Anne, "I think half a dozen more strokes will be enough."

Mrs. Kent proceeded to spank me a few more times and them stopped saying to Anne, "I think madam that Mary's spanked bottom might be cooled by a shower."

"Excellent idea Wendy," said Anne and stepping forward put a leg either side of my bottom and told me to remain kneeling. The next thing I felt was Anne starting to piss over my back and bottom whilst at the same time Mrs. Kent massaged the golden flow into my smarting checks. I was totally submissive and enjoying every moment of the experience. When she had finished Anne said to me, "you may now piss, if you like."

I couldn't wait to oblige her and immediately let my own pee flow begin all over the floor to mix with Anne's whilst at the same time I rubbed my pussy frantically. When I had finished Anne turned to Mrs. Kent and said, "Wendy, since you will have to clear up Mary's mess you may do one more thing to her in 'payment' for your cleaning services."

"Thank you madam," she replied, "could I be so bold as to borrow you dildo madam."

Smiling in anticipation Anne replied, "Of course you may. The ordinary or the strap-on?"

"The strap-on please madam." She replied.

I was expected to remain kneeling and to do whatever they pleased.

Anne passed Mrs. Kent the strap-on dildo that she had used on me two days before and Mrs. Kent quickly put it on before kneeling behind me.

"I would like to fuck her, madam, if that is okay with you," she asked Anne.

"That will be fine," said Anne, "In her cunt or arse?"

"I think I will use her cunt madam," she replied and without further talk turned herself toward me and thrust the dildo into my pussy. I think the fact that they discussed what to do to me, as though I wasn't there or didn't matter, added to me excitement as, as soon as the dildo entered me I started to fuck it as hard as I could.

"She's going to come quickly madam," Mrs. Kent said to Anne as she reached underneath me and started to massage my tits as she fucked me with deep and fast thrusts or her hips.

"Excellent." Replied Anne, "sitting to the side of me and masturbating herself as she watched Mrs. Kent fuck me like a whore."

I came within a couple of minutes as did Anne watching me. Mrs. Kent took longer and continued to pump into me for maybe four or five minutes, shouting and swearing at me before finally reaching her own orgasm. I got the distinct impression that she was enjoying treating me roughly. A chance to teach a 'lady' a lesson, so to speak. Once she had finished with me, she pulled the dildo out and wiped it clean in my hair. All designed to emphasize my submissiveness, I thought.

"Thank you Wendy, " said Anne, "that was very good work. And I am sure Mary would like to thank you also."

"Thank you, Mrs. Kent," I said quietly.

"Thank you for what?" she replied.

"Thank you for fucking me, Mrs. Kent," I said meekly.

"You're welcome Mary," see said, "No doubt I shall do it again soon, but in the meantime you must excuse me." With that she stood up, left the kitchen and continued with her cleaning duties.

Anne turned to me and said, "isn't he marvelous? The best cleaner I have ever known!"

I smiled and replied, "Yes she was fantastic. Do you think she might 'clean' for me?"

"I'm sure she would welcome the extra cash, Mary, leave it with me."

I left Anne's house about half an hour later having enjoyed a coffee and a cuddle with her before doing so and arranging my next visit as I said goodbye. Once again Anne had managed to surprise me and leave me wanting more.

My Wet Neighbor Part 4.

The next day, I had just seen my husband off to work when the doorbell rang. It was only around 08:45 and I wouldn't normally expect anyone to call at that time so I assumed it was my husband having forgotten something or other. I was dressed, as was usual for that time of day, in my robe and panties, and expecting my husband didn't bother to particularly cover myself as I opened the door with a "What did you forget this time…" when I realized it was Anne.

"Oh sorry." I said, "I thought it was John."

"No, I watched him disappear down the road before I came round." Said Anne, "I thought an early morning call might surprise you."

"It does." I said.

"I can see that," she replied obviously looking at my tits.

I looked down and realized my robe was quite open and Anne had a nearly full view of my breasts. I instinctively pulled my robe closed but Anne reached forward and pulled it open again saying, "Oh don't spoil my view. You know I just love your body Mary."
"Thanks," I said, "but I don't particularly want to show all the neighborhood what I've got."

Anne reached forward and rubbed my breasts with her hand, "In that case you had better let me in and show me them properly." She said as she walked past me into the house. I quickly closed the door and grabbing her arm ushered her into the Kitchen saying, "Anne, for God's sake, my husband may have left for work but my son is still in bed. What would he make of seeing you grabbing my tits in the doorway"

"A young man like him, I expect he would just love to see it."

A mental picture of my son standing on the stairs and watching Anne fondling me suddenly shot into my head but I quickly dismissed the it saying, "Anne! You're terrible!, now be quiet or he will hear us."

I offered Anne a cup of tea and she sat down at the kitchen table whilst I got some cups out and put the kettle on. When I turned round it was to see Anne kicking her track trousers of her feet and sitting back in the chair with her legs spread open and her pussy barely covered by a tiny pair of pink panties.

"Anne, what on earth are you doing, my son could come down any moment; get them back on now!" I shouted in a whisper, if you see what I mean.

Anne just coolly sat there and said, "just lighten up Mary. Haven't I taught you that one of the greatest sexual thrills, is risk. You've been very brave in taking risks with me so far, why stop now?"

"Because this is different! Risks at your house are one thing but here is literally 'too close to home'" I said.

She simply replied, "Bigger the risk, bigger the thrill Mary!" and with that she started to rub herself through her panties. "Now you just get on with making the tea whilst I relax a little."

I could see Anne wasn't going to stop what she was doing and some how, illogically felt that if I ignored her, the 'problem' would go away. I turned and got on with making the tea in the hope that when I gave it to her to drink it would take her mind of playing games and make her act sensibly. I was frantic with a mix of anxiety and excitement at what Anne was doing and could feel myself getting wet in the pussy and hard in the nipples when I heard a sound I had come to recognize. I froze not wanting to turn and face the inevitable. After a few seconds I had no choice and turned to face Anne. She was still sat in the chair but had now stopped rubbing herself off and had instead pulled her panties to one side and started to pee. She was in full flow, with a huge stream of golden pee splashing onto my kitchen floor; I was horrified!

"Anne," I now shouted at the top of my voice, "for fuck's sake don't do that here! Frank will be down for his breakfast any time now!"

Anne remained so cool and finished her piss before simply smiling at me and saying, "God, I needed that Mary. Now just let me finish myself off…." With which she resumed her masturbation.

"Anne, I beg you , please stop." I said.

"Mary, if you want to get this over as soon as possible then I suggest you help me." she replied with a grin on her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Kneel down Mary and finish me with you tongue. Then we can straighten things up."

I was frantic and at the same time incredibly turned on. I sank to my knees, and kneeling in Anne's piss-puddle crawled over to her and started to lick her pussy and clitoris as fast and hard as I could. I was desperate to get her off as quickly as I could. I knew Anne liked dirty talk and started to encourage her, "Come on Anne, come for your little slut housewife. Come for me Anne, please wet my face with your cum. I'm knelling in your piss Anne, I'm covered in it." At the same time I bought my fingers into play inside her cunt. I was by now getting quite experienced at bringing Anne off, knowing what she liked and what bought her to her peak; so it didn't take long before she started to hump her hips up and down on the chair as she started to spurt her sticky juice into my face. Having finished her, I stood up and ignoring my own passion to be fucked by her there and then, I grabbed some paper towels and started to mop the floor. Anne made no attempt to help. I think she was enjoying seeing my panic at the situation she had so casually caused. "That's a good girl she said, clean up my mess."

I was nearly done when I heard Frank coming down the stairs into the hall. Anne quickly pulled on her trousers whilst I grabbed a last few towels and soaked up as much as I could. Suddenly the door opened with a very tired Frank wandering in and simply saying "Hi Mum!". He was wearing just some boxer shorts which gapped open as he walked and which I was always telling him about in the hope that he would be a little more discreet about displaying himself around the house. Like any other teenager he just didn't seem to care about such things. For a moment he didn't see Anne sat at the table but then when he did, he spun round to hide his crotch and check that he was decent.

"I told you to be more careful how you dress." I told him.

"Sorry mum, I didn't know you had a visitor." He replied rather embarrassed.

"Hello Frank," said Anne, "I'm your next door neighbor".

"Yeah, I know, I've seen you around, errh Hi", said Frank. In all the commotion I hadn't really considered the fact that my robe was almost undone, that it was soaked at the bottom with Anne's pee, that my tits were clearly on view and that my nipples were still erect. I realized the state I was in when I saw Frank to a 'double take' at my breasts, and quickly pulled my robe closed. Anne then said, "Listen, I won't keep you any longer Mary, I'll see you later."