David Crane
The neighbors suck like us!

CHAPTER ONE

Roger Wedgewood and Tony Benson were both happily married family men, but they were out of town on business a lot and, naturally, they got horny, since they were red-blooded guys as well as loving husbands.

Tonight, three hundred miles from home, the two neighbors and friends went into the hotel bar together, hoping to find some action.

But it looked as if they were destined to be disappointed this particular evening.

There was only one woman at the bar. She was a spectacularly lovely redhead, with big tits spilling out of a low-cut gown and a great ass.

But she was with another man.

Roger and Tony had a drink at the bar, lingering over it, hoping a couple of girls might come in. But they were out of luck. Not a single lady, even an unsightly one, came into the place. They were in the mood of fucking, not drinking, so when the first drinks were finished, they were about to go back to their rooms, where they would have to settle for solitary handjobs.

Then the guy who was sitting with the beautiful redhead came over, grinning.

"You fellas looking for some fun?" he asked.

They eyed him warily. Rut he didn't look like a pimp and Roger said, "Maybe."

"My name is Tom," the stranger said.

They told him their first names, still a bit suspicious of the man's direct sort of approach. Then he explained.

"See, I picked this woman up earlier. Wanda, her name is." He indicated the redhead with a gesture. "Well, she turned out to be a real nympho!"

Roger and Tony were becoming interested.

"So?" Tony asked.

"So I had her up in my room and we've been sucking and fucking up a storm. But she's too much for me. I can't get another hard-on to save my life – and the slut is begging for more! So when I saw you two guys here on your own, I figured maybe you could give me a hand, eh?"

At that point, Wanda glanced over and gave them both a very suggestive look.

Tony and Roger grinned and agreed.

Their cocks began to expand instantly at the prospect of fucking the flame-haired woman. And she made a point of staring at the bulges in their pants and licking her lips. Obviously, there was nothing shy or subtle about this lady – certainly not the type to play hard to get.

So they all went up to Tom's room.

Wanda stripped naked immediately and got on the bed.

Tony and Roger undressed. They supposed that Tom would leave them to it, but he surprised them by taking all of his own clothing off as well.

He drew a chair up beside the bed and settled down happily to observe the action. They saw that he hadn't been totally truthful with them, because Tom had a hard-on as huge as either of theirs.

But if the guy was kinky and would rather watch than use his cock, so what? Roger and Tony, horny and three hundred miles from home, were not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. They figured that probably what their host had meant was that he couldn't get his rocks off again, not that he couldn't get his prick stiff.

Although his balls were suspiciously swollen.

They got onto the bed with the naked woman, one on either side, forming a sex sandwich. They began to kiss her. Her head turned from side to side on the pillow as she kissed one, then the other.

Her mouth was hot and mobile and she French-kissed with enthusiasm, swapping tongues and saliva and panting heavily into their open mouths.

"I'm ready!" she sighed.

They looked at each other, then at her.

She giggled, realizing that these polite gentlemen were waiting for her to select lover number one.

She took Tony's cock in her hand, frigged it a bit, then drew him on top of her. Her knees shot up, her feet pumping. She guided his fat prick into her cunt. Tony braced his knees and tightened his ass.

He shoved his prick balls-deep up her pussy.

She clamped her lush legs around him, holding him tight and preventing him from beginning to fuck.

Roger had moved back slightly, content to wait his turn. With a lady as lovely as this redhead, he didn't at all mind taking sloppy seconds.

But then she beckoned.

"Why don't you come up here?" she asked, twisting her lips around seductively.

Roger grinned gleefully as he realized that she wanted to give him a blowjob. He had only mildly resented the fact that she had selected Tony's cock for her first cunt-stuffing, but now he felt proud that she had reserved his own cock for her sensual mouth.

He got on his knees and slid up.

Her head ducked down and she took his purple cock-knob into her lips. As her hot mouth engulfed the head of his prick, Roger knew immediately that he was in for a real treat – that she was one hell of a cocksucker.

Wanda loosened her legs on Tony.

He began to fuck his cock into her cunt.

Her head moved up and down as she sucked on Roger's cock, keeping to the same tempo with which Tony was fucking up her cunt.

Her cunt sucked like a mouth and her mouth was like a cunt, her two holes interchangeable. Tony's cock hissed into her pussy and Roger face-fucked her frantically.

They both noticed that Tom was becoming very excited as he sat on the bedside chair, watching the juicy details of the fucking taking place on his hotel bed.

His balls were ballooning, his cockshaft was hard as a stone and pre-cum was bubbling from his pisshole.

But they thought little of it, as they fucked the randy redhead.

Maybe he needed visual stimulation.

Ignoring him, too horny to be embarrassed by having a detached audience, they fucked merrily away. They were both too aroused to last long, and Wanda's mouth and cunt were both working like magic, bringing them to the peak.

"Cum!" she gurgled on Roger's cock-knob.

He plunged in and she gagged.

Then, as he whipped back out and his cockhead flared in her lips, she squealed, "Both of you, cum in me, fill my cunt, baby! Hose my throat, darling!"

Her passionate pleas enhanced the action. Roger and Tony, neighbors and co-workers and friends, both surged to the creamy crest together.

Tony shot jizz jets up her fuckhole and Roger pumped spunk into her mouth. Spurt by spurt, in perfect harmony, they filled her with fuck-juice.

Her cunt milked Tony dry, her mouth sucked the dregs from Roger and she swallowed it all.

Drained, they withdrew, grinning.

They supposed that their services would be no longer required and that Tom, who had a really incredible hard-on by this time, would take over.

Maybe Wanda thought that, too, because she turned her face toward him and raised her eyebrows.

But he gave her a slight shake of his head – some secret sign that was significant to her.

She turned back to Roger and Tony, smiling with her spunk-drenched lips.

"Why don't you trade places?" she said.

They were both virile guys far from home. Their cocks had only softened slightly after they had shot their simultaneous wads, and now the offer to switch sex sockets in this ravishing redhead inspired them.

Their cocks jumped up like shock absorbers and their slack balls began to fill up again.

Roger jumped up and fucked his prick into her cunt and Tony knelt beside her head and began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth.

It took a bit longer this second time, but her body was still a milking marvel and, soon enough, Roger was pouring cum into her cunt and Tony was spraying his slime heavily into her mouth and down her gullet.

She drained them to the last drops.

They kept on fucking into her until they were certain they were finished, then pulled out again. She lay back, cum spilling from her lips and pouring from her pussy.

"Thanks, guys – that was swell!" she moaned.

The comment seemed to signal that the sex session was over.

But that was just as well, because both men had limp cocks following their second orgasms and their balls were hanging down as if they had been punctured.

They could see what Tom had meant about her being too much for one guy.

Shit! She was too much for three!

Tom was standing beside the bed now, his prick rising like a crowbar from his bloated balls.

But he seemed to be waiting for his guests to leave. Maybe he was more modest than they were. Roger and Tony got their clothes.

Then, because he was a polite, well-mannered man, and figured it was the right thing to do, Roger said, "Errrr – can we buy you a drink?"

It was the least that they could offer a lady who had drained their balls off so well.

"No, thanks," she said.

Her green eyes glinted mischievously and she looked fondly at Tom, who was grinning.

"My husband and I would like to be alone together, now," the redhead said.

Roger and Tony were astonished.

She hadn't been a casual pick-up, at all. Tom had lied from the start.

What a kinky marriage it must be!

Roger and Tony returned to the bar, leaving Tom and Wanda to their wedded bliss. But both men had been profoundly stunned by the news.

They were happily married family men. They just couldn't understand such a thing.

But they had a lot to learn about families.