Jon Reskind - The neighborhood pet

"And don't worry what Steve's reactions would be to such a party, love." Barbara said, as if she were reading her mind. "Husbands might put on a big front in the beginning, but they're notorious for liking to see their wives get fucked by other guys. Remember your ancient history… Greece, Rome…? It's simply that they have to acclimate to the idea of their own wives being the women in the orgy instead of a flock of whores. Believe me, Karen, I know," the raven haired girl assured while her hand lovingly massaged the other's swollen full breast with intoxicating caresses. "Anyway, if you think you'd like to try a session, Don will talk to Steve, and your loving husband will never know we've discussed it… or planned it."

"Oh, Barb… I don't know… I-I'm so damned keyed up right now, I might say anything!" Karen truthfully exclaimed.

"You're hot, sexy, your pussy needs loving… that's your immediate problem, girl," Barbara whispered, wildly excited with the way it was all shaping up. "And there's many kinds of love that're intoxicatingly satisfying," she added, brushing her hand down over Karen's softly quivering belly toward the delight of her pink, golden fringed little cunt mouth. She wasn't surprised when the younger girl moaned softly and voluntarily opened her legs to her, nor when Barbara lowered her head back down to see and feel the hot wetness which had seeped from between the tremoring Karen's pussy lips to saturate her soft, slightly spread inner thighs.

"I-I know…!" Karen breathlessly gasped at the delicious feel of Barbara's fingers suddenly contacting, then playing in the intimate, fluid flesh of her hungrily simmering cunt! God, she was… actually stroking and finger fucking her! Oooohhhhh… it felt heavenly, so certain and knowing as a finger tip shadowingly brushed over the tip of her tiny, excitedly pulsating clitoris!

"How do you know, baby?" the naked, voluptuous Barbara immediately prodded, wanting to drain every innermost secret from her Goddess bodied friend while she had her in this state of mind. Her avid eyes feasted on the lust-provoked spectacle between the blonde young housewife's eagerly spread thighs as she waited for the answer, and when it came it was as potent as summer lightening charging her own insatiable loins!

"Because… because Satyr… the darling f-fucked me last night!" she hesitantly admitted.

Barbara sat upright, her dark eyes widening in uncontrollable fascination. "He… he fucked you?"

"Yes… yes, oh yes! He fucked me like I've never been fucked before, even by my own husband, Barbara! Like I've never ever been fucked before!"

"Dammmmnnnn!" the raven haired girl gasped, flashing her fire-filled eyes onto the big German shepherd who still lay watching from his chosen corner. She hadn't visualized the possibilities of that! The tongue, yes, but that massive cock sliding up into her pussy with all its hungry animal swirling had never dawned on her! "That… That Aunt Janie of yours… she must really know what it's all about, baby!"

"I-I think she probably does!"

"She must have taught him!"

"Or bought him this way!"

"Damn, if you can buy them, I want one!" Barbara exclaimed.

"I want him… Satyr, my sweet and handsome lover!" Karen heard her own admittance. "B-but… he doesn't want me. He's angry because I tied him up… because I wanted to keep him for myself, away from the rest of these lecherous neighborhood bitches!"

"Dogs?" Barbara queried in surprise.

"Wives! Wives, Barbara! He's been screwing them all!" Karen whimperingly answered. "And now, he's angry at me…!"

Wildly, Barbara ate the huge animal up with her rapacious eyes, searing sensations of new lust charging pelf melt through her! To have that huge animal cock fucking into her… from behind, yes, from behind like she, too, was just another kneeling animal! She looked down at the erotically incited girl laying in her naked, opposite position before her, and said: "We're going to lure him back, baby! Step by step… and the first step is to let him fuck me like he did you, while I lick your pussy until you flip! Does that sound like something… or would you rather take your dog and go home…?"

"Oh… ooooohhhh, Barbbbb… do it… do it for meeee, pleeasssseeeeee…?"

Don tipped the hostess after she'd seated them, the unnecessary gratuity irking Steve. He intended to mention it, but the immediate appearance of the waitress killed the intention. She was young, shapely, and attractive faced. Don immediately registered with her, wise cracking, smiles exchanging between them. Steve smiled too, but no one seemed to notice. Martinis were set before them in what seemed minutes by the smiling girl, and Steve felt certain he heard the soft sexy sound of patting flesh against naked flesh when she put Don's drink in front of him. He was leaning back with his arm out and encircling her just right! Christ! The arrogant bastard! He had a way with them, didn't he…?

"I wasn't crappin' you, Steve," his broad shouldered, athletic neighbor said, leaning forward with forearms onto the table. It was too dark in there for Steve to really see his face. The place was set up for noon seductions, it seemed to the young insurance salesman. What the hell, he hardly belonged in this environment… "I could use a man like you in the office, Steve. I need someone with a lot of gusto to take over under me. Been looking for some time, but you know how that is. Good men don't happen along everyday."

"Well, you make it sound inviting enough, fella… except I know from nothing about real estate," Steve answered, sipping from his cocktail.

"Admitted. But like I say, no problem, man!" Don responded, sampling his drink. "A little schooling of the intricacies and a license is all you need. The latter I can get for you with no problem. I know the boy up there, eh? Don't worry about an exam or cramming a lot of bullshit to pass it. That malarkey doesn't matter anyway. You want to come over with me, and I sure can use you, we'll do it in one day… your present income guaranteed. Can I say more?"

Steve studied his smiling face. Goddamn, it was a tremendous offer, he had to admit that… but after all the time he'd spent on insurance? He had his renewals, which he'd lose, and besides that, the frigging office was seeming to depend more on him everyday to bring in the bacon with all the new guys they were hiring. The secretary's Shelly's tits, wouldn't be there to look at anymore, either.

"You haven't answered, man?"

Steve smiled. "Momentous decisions aren't made on the spur of the moment," he said, pleased with his modulated voice.

"Well done! Well done, neighbor!" Don laughed, raising his glass. "A belated cheers, eh?"

"Cheers," Steve replied, feeling quite adept, regardless of his obviously successful new friend's worldly mein. He, himself, wasn't exactly a drone… though he more and more felt that way when it came to Karen! But this was no time to think about that… his love life, though it was difficult to keep out of his mind. Daily, things were growing worse instead of better… but this was no time…

"Barb and Karen, they seem to hit it off real well, Steve," Don said, nibbling at his olive. "I noticed the other night at dinner, the two of them speak the same language. And that's good… all the better if you make up your mind to help me run a business that's growing in leaps and bounds. I'll lay it on you, Steve, if you've got some cash, not much, to drop on some land. It'll double in less than two years! No crap! And those gems come my way everyday!"

Steve drained his martini, pulling the olive from its prong to relish. He had some money, considerable in fact, with what Karen's grandad had left her. They could make a sizeable investment if necessary, but insurance had really helped to make that possible. Did he want to… could he turn his back on it…?