And we begin the next big story with a tale of how an average, everyday couple wound up mistaking cosplaying for a lifestyle and the humorous misunderstandings it led to.

Think of it as a farce where the innuendo is literally in your end-o.

Enjoy.

Sunday.

We’d moved into the neighbourhood six months previously and had limited interactions with our neighbours since arrival, other than saying “hello”, “morning” or “lovely weather”. It wasn’t that my wife (Joanna) and I weren’t social. It was just that after moving in we never really stopped to insert ourselves into our neighbours' affairs. We were fairly private people and respected others for their privacy. We knew most of our neighbours' names in the close and offered help out front if we saw anyone in a bind, which was why when I saw Jesse struggling to get several boxes out of the boot of his car I automatically shouted out an offer to help.

“You struggling there, Chief?!” I yelled down to the bottom of the close where Jesse and his missus lived. The houses were quite uniform with semi-detached houses of differing patterns on both sides till it got to Jesse’s place, which was a detached property that was architecturally at odds with the rest of the buildings in a foreboding and ostentatious way.

“Am I struggling? Only completely,” Jesse remarked with the usual wit I’d become accustomed to. I wandered over and looked in the boot of his car which contained several bags of food, some balloons and a couple of costumes. I reached in and swirled the balloon's strings around my palms and grabbed a couple of bags. “Thanks, Greg. Appreciate it”.

“Not a bother,” I replied hoisting the weighty bags up to the house with him. “It’s quite a haul you have here. You having a party or something?”

“Oh yeah…er…it’s a friend's birthday and we’re just having a few people over this Saturday,” Jesse responded, his words seeming somewhat nervous in response to my innocent question, which didn’t suit his style or character.

Jesse Middleman seemed like a throwback to a John Hamm-style character. He always wore a suit jacket with jeans and a shirt. I don’t know what line of work he was in but clearly either his or his wife, Jemima’s work, paid enough for them to live comfortably.

“Anyone from the street?” I continued, not really interested, just making conversation.

“Well…er…yeah…er…your neighbours are coming, Dom and Dina and…er…Colin and Chloe from across the road,” Jesse advised, looking around the close nervously as he admitted that.

“Oh right. Well if we’re not busy is it okay if me and Jo stop by? Just to say hi?” I suggested, feeling pretty pleased with myself for inserting us into an unforeseen social situation.

“Well…look, no offence, but…this is for people familiar with the lifestyle, if you catch my meaning?” Jesse replied with an awkward look. I of course had no idea what he meant but I was certainly not wanting to admit that out loud.

“Oh yeah, I’m familiar with the lifestyle. I saw one of your party guests dressed as Princess Leia last time. Live long and prosper!” I stated, holding my fingers up in what I hoped was the right pose (🤟).

“Hmmm,” Jesse murmured as he considered my answer (no doubt wondering if I was being serious or having a joke with him) before bursting into laughter. “Okay then. Tell you what, you can come. It’s Superhero fancy dress so be sure to dress to impress, but DON’T clash. I’ll drop off details of what outfits are already taken”.

“Super-duper. I’ll tell the missus. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled,” I responded cheerily before hauling the rest of the gear in with him and leaving whilst Jesse sported a bemused look on his face.

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“You agreed to what?” I asked my husband as he informed me of the fancy dress party the coming weekend. “Why would you agree to that, Greg? They could be right weirdos,” I stated to my bewildered-looking other half.

“What? I thought this would be a really good way to get to know the neighbours,” Greg replied, looking almost offended at my response to his less-than-thrilling invite that he’d managed to wangle to a party I did not want to attend.

“In a superhero costume? What do we know about superheroes?” I asked, exasperated. Neither of us were in any way nerds and didn’t know our Captain Marvel’s from our Captain Fantastic’s.

“Well not much, but Jesse said he’d drop off a sheet of the costumes that had been taken so we didn’t clash,” Greg explained, making the situation feel even less clear than it was previously. I decided to drop it and just be quiet for the afternoon whilst considering just how stewed I’d need to be to get any enjoyment from the weekend. I busied myself for the afternoon staying out of his way as much as I could before my weekend chores were interrupted by the doorbell chiming unexpectedly. I headed to the door and opened it to be greeted by the cheery face of my wealthy, party-hosting neighbour, Valerie.

“Hey neighbour, looking forward to the Super-party this coming weekend?” Jemima remarked as she handed over a handwritten scrawl from Jessie with a variety of costumes that had gone. I quickly scanned the list and could see Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Catwoman and Black Widow all leaping off the page, not that I was that familiar with any of them.

“Aw, thanks. You know it,” I replied, trying my hardest to sound genuinely enthused.

“You know, as you’re coming over to the party this weekend why don’t you head over for a quick glass of wine and you can check out MY costume?” Jemima enthused, her eyes going wide at the prospect of getting on her fancy dress.

“Er…yeah, sure,” I agreed, figuring it got me away from my hubby for a while and DID get me to meet my somewhat eccentric neighbour. We headed up the street to their modernist box of a house that had the feel of Frank Lloyd Wright. It was a house that narrowed near the high gate, but wedged out like a piece of cheese almost with a roof that sloped towards the front.

Jemima bounced cheerily back to her place, her ass cheeks filling her tight jeans as they jiggled with every step. To be fair I’ve never been interested in women sexually but even I was mentally undressing her as she cavorted back to her place.

“You’ve not been in before have you?” Jemima queried as she flicked back her golden locks.

“No, no,” I confirmed as I followed her upstairs, the walls adorned with framed prints of some naked nymph from what looked like the 1920s. The shots were tasteful but strange. All of them were black and white and the model had her hair tied back and was posed in such a way that her dark pubes were hidden partially by a leg, or hand or posture.

“Do you like the pics? We had those done a few years back,” Jemima cooed. Now it was my eyes that went wide at that. I had to stop to take a closer look at the model’s face, only upon closer inspection could I work out that this was indeed my unconventional host. “C’mon. You’ll be seeing the same thing in a mo”.

I broke out of my stupor and continued up the stairs after my neighbour who was pouring out two glasses of wine. I looked about the place and saw the open door of a mini-fridge. I was wondering what kind of people had wine and a mini-fridge in a bedroom when a glass was thrust into my hand.

“Cheers!” Jemima said, clinking my glass before she whipped her top off and pulled her jeans down revealing no underwear either for her top or bottoms. “Well…we’re all girls here right?”

“Erm…yeah. I guess,” I responded as my eyes eased over Jemima’s naked body. Usually,when I encountered other naked women I was getting changed myself and more concerned about getting MY clothes back on, but here I had no such out. All I could do was look at Jemima’s wide hips, pert buttocks and boobs and athletic waist and marvel at them. Jesse was a lucky man. I don’t know why but instinctively I licked my lips as my eyes moved down towards her golden brown landing strip.

“Hey! My eyes are up here,” Jemima chastised me before giggling. “I’m kidding, don’t worry about it. I’m used to people drooling over this bod”.

“You’re certainly in impressive shape…wait…is that jewellery down there?” I exclaimed as I saw something shiny between her legs.

“Oh, they’re my flap rings, see?” Jemima explained as she moved her hips up and her lips apart so I could see the adornments between her legs. I found myself licking my lips so much it was like I’d spent the afternoon eating salt and vinegar crisps. What the Hell was wrong with me? Jemima seemed to delight in my wide-eyed stare and turned to reveal a jewelled device covering her ass.

“If you think that was daring you should check out the butt-plug. I’ve had it in all morning,” Jemima advised, wiggling her ass at me while she displayed it.

“God, Jemima. Does it not feel uncomfortable?” I asked, my downstairs getting tingly just staring at her body and her ornaments.

“Oh, you can call me Jem. And no, with the rings there’s a little discomfort at first before your body warms to it. You should try it,” Jem advised before pulling a white, red and black one-piece garment out of her wardrobe. “I love this outfit!”

Jem proceeded to put it on over her naked body, the Lycra material being skin tight against her, holding her curves as she zipped up the front, the material squeezing her sizeable breasts in a way that made me jealous of the costume.

“You like?” Jem asked, holding her arms out, the skin-tight material adhering to her body like it was sprayed on her. My eyes absorbed the image in front of me like I was taking in a gourmet meal. She looked spectacular in that outfit and I was suddenly gripped with fear over how I’d look by comparison.

“Amazing. Don’t know how I’ll compete with that? Is there a hero called black bag and I can cover myself with refuse sacks?” I laughed, only half-joking as I said it.

“Well, if you want I can order you guys costumes. That way you won’t clash and you’ll fit in with the style of everyone else,” Jem asked. Right now I was starting to feel overwhelmed, not just with the generosity but also the horniness of staring at Jem, who proceeded to strip back off, hanging her Spider-Gwen outfit back up.

“That’s very kind of you. Just let me know how much they cost and I’ll send the money over,” I replied, trying to drag my eyes up to her face as my lips seemed to dry out as I glanced up and down her athletic naked physique.

“Jesse said you were into the lifestyle. Is that true?” Jem queried. I gulped as I remembered what my husband, Greg had said earlier.

“Oh, sure. To infinity and beyond, right?” I offered as a response, showing I knew something about the nerd lifestyle she was referring to, of comics, cosplay and anime and shit. Jem placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight over to one side, looking like the most seductive meal I had ever seen. Straight or not, if she’d have asked me to strip and fool around right there I think I might have just obeyed to see what happened next.

“Well, why don’t we find out, right now?” Jem offered, my throat instantly drying out in nervous tension before a buzzing occurred on my wrist.

“Oh damn! My roast!” I exclaimed, as the alarm told me that the meat I’d put in was now done. “I’m SO sorry, I’ve got to get back. Is that okay?”

“No. If you’ve got to get back, you’ve got to get back. Don’t worry about it,” Jem soothed, before coming over and wrapping her arms around me, her tits warm and pointy, squishing against my own bra-enclosed boobs, beneath my top. I had to admit it felt somewhat awkward and somewhat arousing having her hold me like that. “So glad to have made a new friend”.

And then Jem moved her face back and came in for a kiss, eyes closed, mouth open as my eyes remained wide in shock. I thought about what was happening as her tongue found mine and I found myself closing my eyes instinctively as the kisses continued till her mouth moved away from mine and I opened my eyes to see her smiling and moving to get her clothes back on.

I headed back to my house, my head swimming with future fantasies and my oven filled with a roast that needed turning and moistening…After Jem’s kisses however, I could very much attest that it WAS the only thing around here that did need external moistening.

Monday.

Jem was propped against her pillows with her legs open and the iPad propped against a pillow looking directly at her. Jem was wearing an open white shirt and she had a white mains-powered wand between her legs. On the screen, another of her friends was in a similar position. Elise was led back with a red teddy, the straps down as she had one hand playing with her left boob and the right hand pressing a curved toy between her legs.

“You looking forward to Saturday, then?” Jem pressed, as she watched her friend delight herself onscreen with her favourite automated device, her toes curling as the vibrations flowed through her body. She’d had many, MANY pleasant encounters with Elise, the first being the first time that Jem and Jesse had been with another couple. The two women got involved as they tried on outfits from Elise’s wardrobe before taking things further semi-clad on the bed.

Now as Jem felt the buzz really start to purr nicely between her legs she began to picture Elise in her purifier for Saturday night as Zantanna, arguably one of the sexiest superhero outfits there was and perfect for Elise with her shoulder-length black hair.

“I’m so looking forward to pulling your pants aside and sliding my fingers inside you,” Jem advised as she watched her friend in her slutty red outfit. She looked stunning now, partially clad with her purple curved G-spot tickler. She’d look even better on Saturday in her black fishnets topped with Zantanna’s corset, her full boobs almost spilling out of the top.

“I’m gonna peel your Spider-Gwen outfit off you like I’m peeling a banana and then eat everything inside,” Elise prophesied to Jem as she watched her brown-haired lovers legs twitch from the micro-pulses travelling up from her pussy, her own body feeling the same way as she held her toy against it, the two of them locked lustily via their screens as they gyrated against their toys, each wanting to feel the other’s skin, taste their juices and probe their bodies until they broke.

“Oh God, that’s…URGH! Holy Hell on a fuck-bucket!” Jem exclaimed as her body went limp, her wand removed from her slit that had become too sensitive by far.

“Oh ho ho! I love watching you cum, you filthy slut,” exhaled Elise, her eyes closing as her own blossoming desires and heady digital visuals of her friend getting off sent her over the edge also. “Oh Jesus! Oh, there it is. There it is! There it…”

The last word never appeared as her body tensed from the climax that gripped her, her legs shutting on the purple device to try and prevent it from working but it merely carried on its incessant battery-powered way till she flicked the switch to stop it from flicking her switch.

“Oh wow! That was a big one…but then again you do have that effect when me. How many people are coming this weekend? Pardon the pun,” Elise chuckled as she remained seated legs splayed for Jem to see and drool over.

“Apart from me, you and yours? About 10 or 12. There’s a new couple down the road we’re inviting,” Jem informed her sated chum. “Not sure if they are swingers though. They gave weird answers when we asked them about the lifestyle,” Jem posited as she considered their odd

“Well…what’s the worst that could happen? If they did try to blab you and the other neighbours could say it was all a misunderstanding or get them to keep shtum,” Elise suggested. “And on the positive, they could be a lot of fun. Are they fit?”

Jem thought about the unknown couple. Jo was only a little shorter than her. She had a blonde wavy bob that stopped just before the shoulders and was pretty slim. Greg looked like he was just an average-bodied guy, which meant either lean, athletic or had worked out in the past and still had muscle. Either way, any of those combinations was good in her book.

“Yeah, they’re fit enough,” Jem confirmed, feeling herself getting turned on again at the prospect of seducing them.

“Then stop worrying about what might go wrong and start worrying about what could go right. Peace out, Spider-Gwen,” Elice joked.

“Right back atcha, Zantanna,” Jem replied, her head swimming with images of Saturday’s forthcoming superhero orgy, and the new participants that would likely star.

END OF PART ONE.

And that’s it. Just a short beginning scene for this one with the sex hinted at rather than being overt.