Our next door neighbours are in their late twenties and we have done the Christmas drinks thing etc. One evening this summer my wife and I were in the garden, we were kissing and my wife pushed her hand down the back of my shorts. I did like to her and then from over the fence Eve said, “That’s discussing” The words were condemning, but the voice hung like honey, sweet and inviting. We turned to see Adam’s hand disappear at her waist and the other cupping her left breast. Her hands were over his, keeping them in place. I had long hoped to be doing to Eve just what Adam was doing. She dropped her hands, grasped the hem of her top, pulled it over her head, and turning to her man allow us a glimpse of her small but perfect breast, before pressing them against Adam and kissing him. My wife, not to be out done, pulled her t-shirt over her head and faced them, giving me the claps of her bar. I undid it and slipped my hands under the bottom of the bra and along it until I could replace the support. She pulled the bra from her shoulders and dropped it to the ground. My erection was pressed into her back. Now Adam was pulling at the fastening of Eve’s skirt. It fell to the ground. She raised a foot to a garden chair and Adam pulled at the very small piece of fabric around her waist. The string disappeared into the cleavage of her buttocks. Adam began to move, he had not dropped him trousers, he was fucking her though his zipper. He had not shed a single item. My wife turn dropped to her knees and on the way down pulled my short with her. My erection bent down by my waist band sprung back up slapping my stomach. She took me into her mouth. My hands on her shoulder and the back of her head, over the fence I could see Eve naked, but for a string around her waist. Adam looked at us, he came, and then I did. My wife raised up kissed me open mouthed and gave me something back. Adam removed himself, but Eve remained with a leg raised, a silver droplet running down her leg. With two fingers she gathered it up. One finger she gave to Adam. The other she offered me. I felt the gentlest of pressure from my wife’s hand on my buttock. I stepped to the fence and took her finger into my mouth. “Do you want me.” she asked. My eyes went to Adam, back to Eve; I did not need to ask my wife her hand squeezed by buttock. I wanted her. Come around let’s go to bed. ……… In the above story names may have been changed, some characters invented, or events changed or invented for dramatic and erotic effect.