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New Neighbors

Unannounced visitors were not very common, especially in the middle of
the day, so when the knock came at the door for Lisa Ingles, she was
caught a little off guard. Little did she know that she was about to be
introduced to a world of experiences that would shift her reality and
alter her life completely. Little did she know that she was about to
become an entirely new woman.

She opened the door to find herself staring, face to face, with a
beautiful black woman who looked more like she belonged on a runway in
Paris or New York as opposed to a quiet, unassuming street in suburbia.
Her face was made up in a way that was flawless, highlighting her
chocolate brown complexion that looked as smooth as silk and her
hypnotic eyes and full sensual lips. She was wearing a tight black
leather vest that pushed her breasts up and put them on display like a
set of pillow mounds of soft flesh. Her expensive designer jeans hugged
every curve and you can rest assured that she had curves. She was
wearing rather expensive shoes as well; not that there was much of them,
it was a pair of dangerously high heels made up of just a few strips of
black leather that crossed her toes and wrapped around her ankles and
formed a perfect canvas for her coral colored toenails that complimented
her beautiful brown skin. Lisa, forgetting all her manners, simply stood
and stared. Waiting patiently for the usual initial shock to wear off
and extending her hand, she said, "Hi neighbor, my name is Syreeta and
I'm going to be moving in next door and I wanted to stop by and
introduce myself."


Regaining her composure, Lisa shook of her initial surprise and invited
her guest in. She felt rather underdressed in her workout clothes and
she tried to hide her insecurity by being gracious. Steven did mention
that he might be moving but I really don't have that much interaction
with him; I wasn't even aware that he'd moved. "Welcome to the
neighborhood, I'm Lisa. My husband Brad is at work now but it's very
nice to meet you. Please do sit down. Would you like some coffee? "

Syreeta s demeanor was graceful and friendly. She politely declined the
offer for coffee and asked for some bottled water instead. "Actually,
Steven is just renting the place to us for a couple of months. My
boyfriend got a job here with the San Jose Jazz Society and I told him
that I'd give him a few months to see if I could adapt to life in the
burbs. I'm hoping it s remotely reminiscent of Wisteria Lane because I'd
hate to think the most excitement that there is to be found out here is
strolling in the Rose Garden."

Lisa laughed along with her, rather nervously, knowing that there was
little excitement on University Avenue compared to the Desperate
Housewives melodrama. Syreeta was delightful, engaging in fact, and wove
enticing tales of being a model in New York and how she and her
boyfriend, Dixon, had met when he was Director of Marketing at the
Lincoln Center. As if on cue, there was another knock at the door and it
was Dixon, coming to inquire about the whereabouts of his other half.

"I'm sorry, but I really need to steal Syreeta back to help me finish
painting." Lisa stared again. Dixon was 6 feet tall and had the same
cocoa brown complexion of his lover. His body showed evidence of many
workouts and his t-shirt and sweat pants indicated that he had been
working up a sweat getting things ready in the new house.


Syreeta rolled her eyes and apologized about taking up too much time;
looking like she was looking for any excuse to get out of doing work.
"Hey, want to come over for dinner on Saturday? Bring the hubby and
let's make it a foursome, okay?" With that, she leaned over and kissed
Lisa on the cheek like they were long lost friends. It was a little more
intimate than Lisa was expecting and it gave her a thrill somehow, not
really sure why but aware that there was some sort of unspoken exchange
of electricity in the room.

All week long, Lisa was filled with anticipation. She started dressing
up a little more during the day, wearing more makeup and more revealing
clothing, and she would demand that Brad lick her to orgasm at night.
Closing her eyes, she would get lost in vague fantasies, fantasies of
brown skin and heated passion and shadowy images of intense fervor that
her body longed to feel. Brad noticed the change in her conduct and
loved every second of it. Her libido was reawakened and she was more
commanding in the bedroom. Her orgasms seemed more intense; she seemed
more determined to use his mouth for her pleasure.

Lisa and Syreeta were spending more time together as the days passed. By
Friday night, by the time Brad came home, Syreeta and Lisa were giggling
and whispering like teenagers and Dixon had to come retrieve his
girlfriend, yet again, because they were going to be late for a very
important dinner reception. Syreeta winked at Lisa and said, "So we are
soooo excited to see you tomorrow night for dinner. Can't wait in fact.
" She kissed Lisa goodbye and it seemed to linger a little longer than
one would expect and Brad felt a pang of jealousy that gave him a raging
hardon. Dixon just rolled his eyes, gave Brad a knowing wink, and
ushered his lovely companion off for the evening. They were barely out
the door before Lisa had Brad on his knees licking her to orgasm in the
kitchen while the children played totally unaware in the back yard.


Saturday was the day of reckoning. The kids had been packed up for
sleepover dates with their friends and Lisa was in rare form. It seemed
like she couldn't get enough oral sex and she was even getting more
verbal than usual, more dominate in her commands. "Get on your knees and
eat my pussy. I bet Dixon doesn't have a worthless cock. I bet he can
get it up to fuck Syreeta and he doesn't have to eat her out all the
time. I bet she gets that big hard black cock rammed in her pussy all
the time." Her dialogue seemed to drive them both over the edge and they
were soon both cumming like crazy.

Neither of them had the nerve to discuss the dynamic that was evolving
between them. They seemed to exist very happily with their unspoken new
raison d etre. As Lisa prepared for their dinner date Brad could barely
contain himself. She put on a brand new outfit, one that she and Syreeta
had picked out at the mall. The skirt was dangerously short and showed
off her well toned legs. The top was low cut as well and displayed her
36 C s in a way that most mothers of 2 couldn't do at 37 years old. She
put on a thong and, at the last minute, bent over in front of Brad and
slid it off. He practically shot a load in his pants then and there. He
couldn't get over the transformation of his wife and how she'd become so
sexual in such a short period of time.


They knocked on the door at exactly 8 PM and Syreeta greeted them and
invited them in. They had decorated they house such that it didn't even
look like it belonged on such a quiet little enclave, it looked like
something out of an interior design magazine. Brad handed Dixon a bottle
of wine and they went off to the dining room to enjoy a sumptuous meal
of curry roasted duck, French onion soup, bread and roasted garlic with
asparagus with hollandaise sauce while listening to some rarely heard
tracks from John Coltrane. The evening was flowing seamlessly and
everyone but Brad seemed to have this secret that they were keeping. The
more wined that flowed, the more the unspoken glances were exchanged,
and private jokes passed. Brad laughed nervously as they seemed to be
laughing at his expense.

After dinner, they foursome retired to the living room and shared some
cognac. The alcohol had loosened Lisa's inhibitions and she sat next to
Dixon, ignoring Brad completely, pretending to be engrossed in a
conversation about jazz when it was more than obvious she was simply
using that as a pretense to press her body next to his. Syreeta seemed
to be running interference for her new friend, trying to distract Brad
with conversation about Real Estate and things that would keep his focus
off their respective partners. Syreeta pulled Brad to the backyard to
look at property lines and when they returned to the living room, Dixon
and Lisa were nowhere to be found. When Brad inquired where they went,
Syreeta implied that it was nothing he should be worried about, that
they were probably just getting better acquainted.


Better acquainted was an understatement. While Brad and Syreeta were in
the living room making casual conversation about fixed mortgages, Lisa
was in the bedroom, on her knees, with both hands wrapped around Dixon's
cock, stroking it and coaxing out pre-cum to lick off. That had been the
plan for the better part of the week; Lisa was going to get fucked like
she needed it and Dixon was going to serve up the dick like only he knew
how. He pulled her tits out of her top and squeezed her nipples. Lisa
moaned and begged for him to do it harder, shocked at her own desires.
She wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking it like a slut.
Dixon grabbed her brown hair and started fucking her mouth hard. Lisa
was up for the challenge and taking it all. Her pussy was throbbing and
dripping and she was ready for the main course without much foreplay.

Brad was getting more and more uncomfortable as time passed. He kept
looking towards the master bedroom, wondering if he could hear signs of
sex or if it was just his imagination. His cock was rock hard at the
thought of his wife, merely feet away, getting filled with the cock of
her black lover. He couldn't hide his arousal and he was trying to
discretely rub himself. Syreeta could sense his distraction and she
toyed with him, whispering in his ear as she taunted him. "He's fucking
her right now, you know that, don't you? He's got her bent over and he s
ramming his huge dick in her from behind, stretching her and filling her
like you never could."

Brad couldn't swallow. His eyes were glued in the direction of the
bedroom and he was in a trance. He'd never been more turned on in his
entire life.


"Oh god, it hurts. Please, don't stop." Brad choked for air as he was
positive he heard his wife engaged in some serious fucking. Syreeta
toyed with him as he strained to hear more. He was sure he could hear
the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall and Dixon groaning and
telling his wife how good her tight white pussy was. He was correct.
Lisa was on her hands and knees, getting banged hard, her tits flapping
as a hard black cock hit her in places that hadn't been touched in
years. She was cuming harder than she'd cum in years. "Yes, Dixon, cum
inside me. Please."

Brad was practically crying. It was his dream come true, his fantasy
made reality. Lisa emerged from the room, dressed, but disheveled. She
looked drained but glowing. Her footsteps were shaky and she walked to
Brad and kissed him squarely on the mouth. He could taste the evidence
of a sex on her lips. Exhausted, she whispered," Let's go home. Dixon
and I made a special dessert just for you." Brad thanked Syreeta for the
lovely meal and they hurried off next door, to enjoy the fruits of their
experience and reap the creamy rewards.


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