Kinky Neighbors Two

“Baby, this is going to be so
good,” Cat purred in his ear as she knotted the rope around his wrist and tied
his left hand to the bed post.

Logan Hart had no doubt it would be
good. She had him right where she liked him best, flat on his back, and he
couldn’t wait for whatever sex game she had in mind. Cat was an extraordinary
lover with a filthy mind. Nothing was taboo to her. He’d had her every way a
man possibly could. And he’d let her do things to him that would have freaked
out his ex-wife. Alexis wasn’t a prude, but until the foursome they’d started
during their Tahoe vacation last year , she’d been pretty vanilla, her wild and
crazy moments few and far between.

To get to his other hand, Cat
straddled his belly, the crotch of her panties caressing his cock. Gathering
her gorgeous brunette hair to the back of her head, she wriggled on him. And
smiled. “Baby, baby,” she cooed. “You’re already hard.” Moving to his side, she
grabbed his right hand and looped a length of rope around it.

“Hell, yeah,” he said. Naked, hard,
and ready for anything. Cat wore a skimpy sundress, her perfect, large breasts
straining the fabric, and panties, that was all. She’d been sunning in the
backyard during the afternoon, and the late August rays had left her skin still
warm to the touch. Summer in the San Francisco Bay Area had been a little cool
this year, but Cat ran a few degrees hotter than most, in more ways than one.

That heat was the reason for his
divorce, and hers, both of which had become final six months ago. After they’d
started the foursome/wife-swapping thing, he couldn’t get enough of
Cat
.
Personally, he couldn’t really see the difference between fucking Cat in front
of Alexis versus fucking her in the afternoon while Alexis was at work. How
could that be betrayal? Yet both Alexis and Cat’s husband Drew had seen it
differently. So now Logan was divorced and living with Cat. Ah, the changes a
year wrought.

Having secured his wrists, Cat
crawled down to the end of the bed. She hiked her dress up over her firm ass,
and he could see the dampness of her panties.

“How about a little suck?” he
cajoled. “I promise not to come.”

From the bottom of the bed, where
she was working on restraining his legs, Cat shot him a sultry look with those
damn sexy brown eyes of hers, and shook her finger at him. “Uh-uh-uh. No
samples. I want you harder and hotter than you’ve ever been.”

They hadn’t had sex in three days.
She hadn’t even let him whack off, insisting that she wanted him crazy with
need for her little surprise.

“I’m dying here.” Those three days
had been a killer.

She finished knotting the last
rope, leaving him tied down and spread-eagled. Then she knelt between his legs.
“Oh, look at you. That is sooooo sexy.” She stroked from the base of his balls
all the way to the tip of his cock.

Logan shivered. “You witch.”

She laughed. Cat had a sexy, wicked
laugh that never failed to make him hard.

“Now for the crowning touch.” She
hopped off the bed and rummaged in her bureau drawer. When she found what she
was looking for, she held up the prize. A black blindfold she normally used for
sleeping on
long
flights. “It’s going to be all sensory, just touch and sound, no sight.”

“You’re evil.” He had to admit the
idea had appeal. His cock stood straight. Climbing onto the bed once more, she
pulled the blindfold’s elastic band over the back of his head and slid the
padded material down over his eyes, patting the nosepiece into place. The fit
was perfect; he couldn’t see a thing.

She kissed him, a long, hungry
melding of mouths and tongues. Her lips tasted of sweet berries. He loved it
when she left smudges of shiny gloss on his cock.

The ring of the doorbell echoed
through the house.

“It’s time.”

The bed shifted as she climbed off.
Her footsteps padded softly on the thick carpeting, then faded. She’d stripped
off the thick comforter, and he lay on silk sheets, his head pillowed by goose
down. Cat was all about the best of everything. She’d lit scented candles, and
their spicy aroma filled the air. Voices drifted from the other end of the
house, though he couldn’t make out any words.

So, that was her surprise. A
threesome. He hadn’t felt two mouths on his cock since Cat and Alexis sucked
him during their foursome with Drew. Out of this world. His heart beat faster.
And oddly, he thought of his ex-wife rather than Cat. Alexis had lost all
inhibition during those few short weeks. She’d been amazing. Even when they were
alone, their sex had been better than ever before. He would have been content
to go on that way. Until she’d walked in on him with Cat.

He’d been completely in lust with
Cat back then. They’d even cooked up the idea of the foursome together, as a
way of fucking without cheating, although Cat might have suggested it first.
Whatever, he no longer remembered for sure. In hindsight, of course, he should
never have agreed to screw outside the bounds of the foursome.
That
was
his mistake. But when Cat had his cock in her hand, her lips only inches away,
she got him to agree to anything. Now, a year later, he could admit he’d been
hasty in walking out to be with her. Cat was wild, sexy, high energy. But
Alexis had been good to come home to after a bad day. Cat was a lover. Alexis
was a wife.

But what was done was done. Since
their respective divorces, he and Cat hadn’t talked about marriage. He was good
with the way things were. He wasn’t ready to commingle assets again. Obviously
she wasn’t either.

“Honey, we’re ready for you,” Cat
singsonged from the doorway. Then she giggled. He heard whispers. And he
stopped thinking about Alexis.

The bed dipped on either side of
him. “This is Terry, and we’re going to make you feel so good.”

And Logan let the sex take over,
let Cat do what she did best, the dirty, nasty things he wanted from her, the
things he’d divorced Alexis in order to have.

Logan wriggled his wrists in the
knots. “I want to touch you,” he said.

On his right, Cat leaned down, her
lips to his ear, her sweet, seductive scent weaving its sexual web around him.
“Baby, baby, baby, it’ll be so much better if we tease you, stroke you, bring
you to the edge, then pull you back.” She kissed him. “I don’t want you to jump
the gun and try to fuck one of us before we’ve got you nice and crazy.”

Then he felt warm breath on his
chest. Moist lips closed around his left nipple. A tongue flicked him. Then
teeth bit him lightly. Logan wanted to squirm. Cat had taught him how sensitive
a man’s nipples could be. And obviously she’d told Terry. The other woman
tweaked his right nipple hard.

“Fuck,” he growled. This was going
to be one hell of a ride.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Cat
quipped. Somewhere along the way, she’d removed her dress and panties, and she
stretched out beside him, rubbing her naked body against the length of his.
She’d trimmed her pussy this morning, and the hair was soft. She’d been right
about the blindfold. His senses kicked in, making everything more acute, the
heat of her skin, the seductive perfume of her arousal, the feel of her smooth
flesh along his. She devoured his mouth, stroking her tongue deep.

God, he loved two women on him. It
was more than double the pleasure. Rather than stretch out beside him the way
Cat did, Terry hunched over him, sucking and pinching his nipples. She smelled
like soap, clean, simple, no perfumes. Her hair was probably short, too,
because he couldn’t feel it brush his chest as she leaned over. That’s
something he loved about Cat, the silkiness of her long hair against his skin.

Then finally a hand encircled his
cock. Terry. Both of Cat’s hands were on his face, holding him for her kiss.
Terry worked him, a slow glide up and down his shaft, then she reached down to
work his balls. They were tight, hard, and she was good.

Cat pulled back. “Let’s suck him,”
she murmured.

God, yes. Three days without a
climax made him damn near crazy.

She shimmied down his body, her
ample breasts caressing him. His legs were spread wide, and she slipped between
them. “I’ll show you how he likes it,” she told Terry.

She sucked just the crown, her
tongue in his slit. Then she licked around the ridge before sliding down on
him, deep, deeper, all the way. He shoved his head back into the pillow and
thrust his hips. Cat took everything. That’s what she did best, take from a
man. Own him. Sometimes it bothered him. But other times, like now, he’d give
her anything she wanted.

“Fuck,” he said softly as she
squeezed his balls.

Just as he was about to come apart,
she pulled back. “Here, you take him. Just like I did.”

The softness of her flesh heated
him, and her hair brushed his thighs as she lay between his legs. With Cat
lightly stroking him as she held his cock aloft, Terry took him in her mouth,
swirling her tongue around the tip. Then she did this thing, a hard suction on
his crown while she licked his slit. It damn near made his head explode.

“Holy shit.” He wrapped both hands
around the ropes binding him to the head of the bed, his body clenching with
need. “Christ.”

“You like that, baby?” Cat purred.

He could only groan in answer.

Then they were both on him. Two
mouths sucking, two tongues licking. One of them sucked his scrotum into her
mouth. Incredible. His legs began to shake, his arms, his whole damn body. One
licked his shaft while the other sucked the head. Hands on his balls, fingers
tracing the crack of his ass, then gently rimming him. Pushing deeper. Oh
Christ. If his eyes hadn’t been covered, he’d have been blind with pleasure
anyway. They knew how to push him to the edge, when to back off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted as a
finger penetrated him. He’d never been keen on that, but this, holy hell, it
was like nothing he’d ever felt when combined with all those hands and mouths
and tongues.

“It’s so good, baby, isn’t it. You
love it, don’t you?

Cat was talking and stroking him,
priming his balls, while Terry sucked and probed and found a perfect spot
inside him. Or maybe it was Cat doing that. Fuck, he couldn’t tell, didn’t
care.

His body was a live wire, bucking
uncontrollably. “I gotta come. Oh Jesus, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m coming.”

But Cat—he knew her touch—fisted
her hand around the base of his shaft, squeezing like a cock ring or a leather
strap, and kept him from coming. It was mind-blowing, the need, the inability,
the pleasure close to pain.

“Please, fuck, please.” He never
begged, but she had him begging.
They
had him begging.

“Shall we let him come?” She
chuckled softly. “He needs it so badly.”

The finger in his ass drove him
mad, and the mouth around his cock was exquisite torture.

Then the warmth of Cat’s body was
gone, and the other woman took her place, sprawling between his legs. “Make him
come.” Cat’s fisted hand opened, and she reached down to cup his balls. “I want
him to come in your mouth. I want you to swallow every drop of his jism.”