Live the Force long and may you prosper - Part 2.

So we continue with the adventures of Greg and Jo as they seek to fit in more with their wealthy and adventurous new neighbours by attending their “lifestyle” party without really knowing what the “lifestyle” is.  Can any good come of this?  Or should that be “cum” of this?  Let’s find out.

Enjoy.

Wednesday (Jo)

  “Goodnight, sweet,” Greg said as he leant over and gave me a peck on the cheek, before assuming the position and heading off to sleep, but all I could do was stare at the ceiling whilst my mind wandered back to my encounter with our neighbour.  To anyone else I might say I felt unsettled, to myself I would say I was more turned-on than I’d been in years.

  I waited till I could hear my hubbies snores before I moved one hand underneath my top to my boob and another under my waistband and down through my trimmed bush, enjoying the feeling of the hair and warmth tickling and turning on my fingers as I recalled Jem in her Spider-Gwen outfit turning to face me…in a Wonder Woman outfit!

  “Wonder Woman!  My arch-nemesis!” Jem remarked.  I threw my lasso of horniness around her and pulled it tight, the golden bonds causing her outfit to vanish and bring her to her knees.

  My three fingers were moving against my bean in a steady motion as I pictured Jem bound and on her knees, looking up at me, biting her lip, wondering what penance I’d make her perform.

  “You must be punished, Spider-Jem,”I remarked, as I tugged on the lasso whilst I walked over to my naked immobilised slave.  Spider-Jem looks up at me with weepy, yet yearning eyes.  I lift up my skirt to reveal no underwear and move my crotch in front of her mouth.  “Lick!”

  Spider-Jem moved her mouth forward and clamped it over my snatch, her tongue delicately easing out and moving through my lips as I kept my skirt lifted so I could see her tasting my quim, her mouth moving side to side as she tasted my juices, now flowing more from her attentive efforts.

  “That’s it.  Use that tongue like you should,” I remarked through gritted teeth as her mouth moved against my pussy, her lips, moving upward against mine with every upward strike of her talented flavour-muscle.

  My fingers were now flurrying against my bean as my imagination soared, visualising my naked neighbour burying her face into my cunny.

  “Oh, you are so good, Spider-Jem.  Have you done this before I asked, as she swirled her tongue around my clit before sending it down to drive through my flaps before pressing flat against my nub, sending shockwaves through my body.

  “Uh-huh,” she moaned, the words acting like a hum against my pussy, sending more delicious sensations through me.  “Catwoman and I are also a thing,” she replied before returning her mouth between my thighs to slide over my drooling, gaping slit, the lips opening to welcome her taste-receptor inside me, twirling around before returning to my outer lips, dividing the two before tantalising my bean.  I steady myself as my legs weaken by pressing her face to my pussy.

  “Oh God, yeah,” I whisper, as Greg snores next to me, my fingers building up the pace as I close my eyes to return to my fantasy.

  Jem’s mouth is clamped over my moist cleft her tongue feeling longer than it has any right to.  I use my hips to force her to the floor, her eyes going wide in fear and excitement, before I extricate myself from her face and turn myself around placing my vag against her mouth before leaning forward over her magnificent naked body and viewing her gash.

  I’d seen porn before but this is the first time I’ve been this close to another woman’s junk and it was intriguing just how different it was to mine.  The colour was more red than my own multi-coloured pink and beige lips, and I could see and smell how turned-on she was as her lips glistened.  Her quim was practically begging for me to take a lick.  I stuck out my tongue and rub it up the length of her slit as my mouth moved firmly over pussy.

  “Oh God, oh God, OH GOD!  OOOOOH!” I cry out as I hold my fingers firm against myself, my eyes going wide as I let go of the fantasy and I find myself fully back in my own bed, realising I’m led next to my hubby who had only just fallen asleep.  I look over to see if I’d woken him up.

  “SNUUGH!  MURGH! GRUURGH!” Greg snored as he swatted away an invisible fly in the night.  I close my legs, my crotch feeling somewhat damp from my exciting evening exertions.  I turn to my side and drift off, my heads full of superhero sauciness, with myself right in the middle of it.

Friday evening.

  It had gotten late in the week and in spite of assurances that they would drop the outfits off we were still waiting the day before.  I was starting to worry that our superhero party was not going to take place, when my phone buzzed and I got a text from Jem.

  “Outfits here.  Come over and get them!  Very excited!”

  “At last,” I thought as I headed out to pick up what Jem considered to be the best outfits for us, the sealed gates opened automatically as I approached, making me feel like royalty or nobility or something.  The door opened as I approached with Jem wrapped in a towel, her hair wet and slicked back as she’d just left the shower.

  “Hey.  Sorry about the delay.  They’ve only just arrived in the last ten minutes,” Jem explained, looking flustered and overwhelmed at the prospect of organising the get-together.

  “Hey, babe.  Have you seen my Clark Kent glasses anywhere?  I don’t want to be searching tomorrow?” Jesse asked as he came into view, similarly wet but also considerably naked.  I scanned him up and down, taking in his athletic physique as his eyes went wide upon seeing me.  “Oh, sorry.  I didn’t know we had company”.

  “Don’t worry.  It’s fine,” I lied, making a mental note of his long and slender cock, and wondering just what it looked like when it was angry.  His stomach muscles visible beneath his limited body fat with his torso topped off with a solid back and wide shoulders.  If seeing Jem naked had triggered my imagination earlier in the week this would send it soaring the next time I was in bed and Greg was asleep, except this time they’d both be in there pleasuring me.

  “Can you put some clothes on!  What if this had been Amazon?” Jem yelled down the hall.

  “Might be a good thing.  Maybe they’d take all the parcels back you keep ordering,” Jesse chuckled, prompting a laugh from me as I kept his body firmly in view, my eyes locked just below his waist.

  “GET SOME CLOTHES ON!” Jem demanded, causing Jesse to raise his arms in defeat as she reached back and handed me the two packages.  “I do hope you like them.  Send me a pic when you get dressed, okay?”

  “We’ll try them on now, don’t worry,” I assured her.  “And thanks again.  Send me details of how much they cost, okay?”

  “Oh, pish-posh,” Jem waved her hands, her towel dropping as she did so revealing her delightful torso, landing strip snatch and incredible tits.  All I could do was stand there, my eyes flicking between her and Jesse as they both stood there naked, one of them covering-up, the other not caring.

  I knew I was gonna be replaying this moment in my head later on whilst I was going to sleep and it would not end here, but with me being yanked inside the house by Jem and being kissed in the hallway, Jem’s lips on mine as those magnificent boobs pressed against me.  Her hands reaching round to unzip my skirt, and then rummaging my top up and over my head.  More hands joining in as Jesse walks over and hooked his fingers in my skirt and panties and yanked them off in one smooth move.

  I feel Jem’s fingers slide down between my legs, finding my quickly dampening pussy, as a warm feeling moves from my stomach and inches ever closer between my legs.  I savour the moment as my hand reaches out and grab Jesse’s rapidly hardening dick as he leans naked against the wall, a smug look on his face as his wife nibbles on neck, as she unhooks my bra leaving all three of us naked.

  She flips me around and pushes my legs away from the wall so I’m somewhat leaning forward.  I sense Jesse’s fingers before they dig in and grab my hips, his cockhead poised at my entrance, before I feel Jem’s tongue lashing my nub and he slides right in, his length…

  “Ha!  Now who needs to get some clothes on?!” Jesse shouted from behind his wife, chuckling all the time and bringing me back to reality without a bang (sadly), whilst she bent over and yanked her towel back up, fastening it double-quick before looking back at her annoying other half.

  “WILL YOU GET SOME CLOTHES ON?!” Jem yelled, her hubby finally walking away, taking away my view of his tool and instead providing a decent view of his buttocks wobbling lazily from side to side as he moseyed off.  “Send me pics when you put your outfits on, all right?” Jem responded before shutting the door so that she and Jesse could get into it whilst they were both without clothes.

Friday evening (Greg)

  “Greg!  The costumes have arrived!” Jo shouted up from downstairs as I was mid-floss (oral hygiene is SO important).  I discarded the filament and headed downstairs, my wife clutching the outfits package tightly to her chest, a far-off look in her eyes, as if she was somewhere else, her mind whirring and chugging some distance from me.

  “You okay?” I asked as she leant against the wall, her eyes glazed over.

  “What?  Huh?  Oh yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jo replied, speedily and not very convincingly.  I let it go, keen to try on the outfit that they had selected for us as our way into the cosplay lifestyle, however as I got to the bottom of the stairs my missus was still leaning and staring dreamily into the mid-distance.

  “You sure you’re okay?” I asked again, wanting to break my wife out of whatever spell she’d fallen into.

  “What?  Oh…yeah, yeah.  Let’s get these open shall we?” Jo suggested, wandering listlessly to the kitchen, I assumed to cut open the costumes.

  As I followed her in she was opening the drawer and removing the scissors.  Her auto-pilot working like a charm as she delicately sliced open the packaging without even piercing the bubble wrap.  Both packages seemed pretty small as she separated the two.  I checked the names on there and sure enough one said Jo and the other said Jim.  Jim?  JIM?!

  “Who the Hell is Jim?!” I asked, pissed-off that the managed to get Jo’s name right but had failed to get mine correct.  Jo was chortling as she opened her packaging and saw the unmistakable red and blue of a superman outfit.

  “Wait.  I can’t be Superman because Jesse…” Jo began, before stalling her sentence, her cheeks reddening as she let her unfinished words dangle.

  “You gonna leave that sentence dangling like that?” I asked, only to see my blonde wife go even redder in the face.

  “I’m gonna get changed upstairs.  You stay down here and get changed,” she ordered before darting off upstairs, two steps at a time.  I had no idea what had gotten into her and to be fair I’m not sure I wanted to know.  I disrobed and pulled out the costume which had the label NIGHTWING.  I’d never heard of him but trusted he was a legit superhero.  The outfit was fantastic with a sheer black design and blue zig-zag across the top.  With my relatively trim frame I knew it would certainly fit me the right way.

  I quickly slid inside the stretchy yet figure-hugging material, zipping myself up and then looked in the hallway mirror and noticed the problem immediately.

  My underwear.

  The material was that tight it was showing not just my junk but every line and ridge in my underwear and it looked awful.  It was almost as if was wearing translucent underwear on the OUTSIDE.

  “Shit!” I thought as I realised I’d have to go commando but then the junk that was already on display through my briefs would be even more on display.

  “HI!” Jo said as she wobbled at the top of the stairs on unsteady legs.

  “Hey.  You okay?  You seem out of breath?” I asked as she seemed slightly flushed.

  “No.  Just…er…excited about my costume.  What do you think?” She replied, a huge grin across her face as she posed in her Supergirl outfit, and what a Supergirl she looked.

  Her top, emblazoned with the unmistakable “S”, stopped just below her rib-cage and was holding her C-cups solidly in check.  The red skirt was hanging onto her hips for dear life and was stopping mid-thigh.  At the end of the costume were some plastic effect red boots and it just added up to one of the sexiest outfits I’d ever seen my wife wearing.

  “Yeah.  It works.  Keep it on or put it back on later, all right?” I suggested as I imagined how good she’d look led on the bed in that outfit.

  “Oh dear!  What is going on with yours?!” Jo exclaimed, noticing my underwear issue.  “It’s like you’ve got invisible undies on…but not!”

  “Yeah, I think I’m gonna have to go commando, but if I get aroused in this, the fabric feels so skin-tight I might tear or tent it!” I explained to snorting giggles from my missus.  “Not that I imagine you’d be complaining”.

  “Oh dear.  If that’s an issue for you I’d best not show you my problem then,” Jo mentioned at the flat area at the top of the stairs.  “My knickers”.

  I felt myself twitch at even the mention of that mysterious dilemma.

  “Go on,” I advised, trying my best to seem serious, but I’m sure coming off as over-the-top.

  “Well, obviously this skirt is quite short, and I’ve only got three pairs that I could possibly wear with this,” Jo explained, my prick twitching merely at the thought of what she might wear beneath.

  “You could wear your big blue PE knickers,” I suggest, helpfully.

  “I am not wearing PE knickers with this fancy dress.  Be serious,” my wife, chastised me for my unflattering idea. “I’ve got three candidates.  My blue thong…”

  “No.  Uh-huh.  Don’t want you wearing that,” I advised, shaking my head.  “If you bend over too quick your ass-cheeks will be showing and I don’t want anyone else seeing those except me”.

  “Jealousy.  It looks good on you.  Okay.  So that leaves me with my blue lacy knicks or my red lacy Knicks,” Jo offered, her fingers playing with the hem of her Supergirl outfit suggestively, but still hiding what she had on, leaving my imagination running as I tried to fathom which pair she had on.

  “Blue.  You should wear the blue lacy ones, then.  They’d go well with that outfit,” I offered as the most helpful suggestion I could make.

  “Okay.  Cause I couldn’t decide, so I’m glad I let you pick,” Jo teased, before pulling her red mini skirt up to reveal no underwear beneath, flashing more trimmed mousy landing strip that tickled my fingers every time I moved them over her mound.  My prick twitched beneath my undies, straining the material immediately.  “Oh, ho ho!  Looks like you might rip that before the party!” Jo teased.  I’d had enough of this, I unzipped the outfit and threw it on the chair in the hallway and darted upstairs to her, causing her to scream and run into our bedroom.

  “You’re not super, you’re naughty!” I observed as she stood with a finger in her mouth, looking even more seductive than she had with the flash.  I picked her up under the arms and gently chucked her on the bed, Jo screaming as she went through the air before bouncing on the mattress, her red skirt ridden up, her arms above her head, submissively waiting for me to take her, with one leg pulled up revealing, then spoiling, my view of her trimmed hair.

  “I can be both if you like?” Jo responded as I got on the bed separating her legs as she giggled.  I looked down at her lips that were already wet and open (I don’t know what it was that got her so excited so quickly, but I wasn’t complaining about it), and I rubbed my knob up and down her gash, enjoying the feeling of flesh on flesh as she moaned in delight.

  “You’re sopping down here.  Did playing dress-up really turn you on that much?” I ask as I nudge my head ever so-slightly between her outer folds as she eases a little toward me, bringing me a touch more inside.

  “Something like that, yeah,” Jo giggles.  I reach forward and pull her top up releasing her C-cups to the air, letting them move more freely, her nipples that always were one of her most striking features are puffed up like half a cocktail sausage.  She used to be sensitive about that when we first met but now she’s older it’s something she flaunts.  I ease forward inside her and she judders beneath me.  She’s turned-on more than I’ve seen in an age.

  “If dress-ups your thing we should do it more often.  What else would you like to see me in?” I ask.  The question seems to spring through her mind as I move back and forth till her eyes go wide as a new thought seems to enter her head.  Whatever it is it certainly fires her up as she grinds herself against me, wrapping her legs around me to control the movement.  “There’s certainly something you’d like to see me IN.  What is it?”

  “Oh no.  I’m not…oh yeah…telling you that…mmmm…right now,” Jo coos as she starts to really move against me, the two of us mashing our bodies together, her hands, lashing around my back, her fingernails digging into my flesh as the veins in her neck strain, her chest goes red and her eyes go wide as she rolls her head back.  “OH FUCKING HELL!”

  “Boy, you came fast tonight.  It’s almost like you were ready before I got here,” I informed her.  Upon that she grabbed me by the back of head and kissed me, her tongue darting around my mouth like an inflatable outside a car-dealership before she flipped me onto my back, still keeping my dick lodged firmly inside her, before detaching herself, kissing down my chest, grabbing my prick and moving her hand up and down it.

  “Now…let’s get you off, shall we?” Jo advised, before moving her head up and down my shaft making me feel both Super and heroic at the same time.

Further down the road that Friday evening.

  Jesse was bent over Jem, his cock probing inside her whilst he moved deliberate and steadily back and forth, Jem grunting agreeably from every thrust as the two of them kept their eyes locked on the screen in front of them.

  On screen staring back at them was the upside down face of another woman (her long blonde hair flowing down the bed, her sizeable boobs jiggling after every movement as her hubby held her legs in the air and rammed speedily into her, the woman’s other hand holding her toy against herself as he made his energetic strokes.

“We’re so…UGH…looking forward to…huh…oh yeah…seeing you both…mmmm…tomorrow,” Jem stated to the rutting animated couple on the screen, Jesse smirking and drooling on the inside at the prospect of sucking on Dina’s enormous tits.

  “Huh…right…buh…oh fuckin’ Hell…of yeah…atcha babe,” Dina replied as she stared at Jesse driving into Jem’s upturned ass as the couple’s fucked together in unison, albeit at a decidedly different pace.  Jesse knew what costume Dina would be wearing to show off her stunning cleavage, his eyes locked on her juddering feeders.

  Jem meanwhile was watching Dom power hard into his missus and was looking forward to being on the other end of those as Dina’s face contorted into one of absolute pleasure as mouthed a silent “ooh”, indicating that she was reaching her destination at speed.  Jem had seen Dina cum many times and knew the unmistakable signals as the blonde woman reached her hand back into her hair, another clear giveaway.

  “Oh God, Jem!  I…ahhh…I can’t…huh, huh, huh…what for you to SEEEE…me in my…OH GOD!” Dina cried as the climax hit her as Dom continued to plough right into her, his own orgasm being nowhere near complete yet.

  “Oh yeah.  That’s it, babe.  Cum on my cock, you dirty bitch,” Dom remarked as he watched his wife’s body contort under the pressure his manual movements and the automated fuck-stick.  Jesse and Jen watched the couple with mounting delight and excitement, knowing their energetic friends would be with them at the weekend, that they’d all be wrapped up in a variety of sexy costumes, that the disrobing of these outfits would be like unwrapping Christmas presents, and the absolute joy in having two new guests who may, or may not know, just what it was they were letting themselves in for.

END OF PART 2

And that’s where we leave you as part 2 is now done. Obviously next time it’s the night of the party.  Wonder what else can go wrong?  Hmmm.  Will have to have a good think about that.