Live the Force long, and may you prosper - Part 3
The costumes are here, the day of the party beckons, and I’m sure that nothing else will go surprisingly right or wrong…or will it? Well, yeah, course it will. It wouldn’t be one of my stories otherwise would it?
Friday Evening (Jo)
I’d cum twice already but I was still hungry for more after seeing both my neighbours naked. I’d let my fantasies wash over me as I had a quick play when I came upstairs to get changed and Greg had gotten me off pretty efficiently but my mind was a whirling gutter of impure thoughts and I needed my fingers and my quietest toy to take me on another journey to the land of big O.
Tonight I waited far longer for Greg to be away as I fancied some battery powered frolics and needed to make sure that it was jammed between my legs sufficiently that the noise and the buzz wouldn’t wake my other half. Even though I was itching to feel another climactic wave wash over me I had to wait for his sleep to be so deep I could operate a masonry drill in here and not wake him. After about thirty minutes I knew that time had come…pardon the pun.
I tentatively reached down and pulled out my slimmest toy, it was the one I loved the most. I slid my hand with it back beneath the covers, pulling in the duvet so it acted like a mini cocoon, switched it on and snuck it beneath my waistband.
“Well done, Supergirl for capturing Spider-Gwen,” Superman/Jesse said to me. I did a double-take as his mousy-hair kind of spoilt the illusion but the outfit clinging to his body more than made up for that.
“Not a problem. Shall we take her straight to jail?” I asked as she squirmed in handcuffs. As I stared at her I contemplated the strangeness of my fantasy involving Jem being the subject of oddly specific bondage fantasies. I’d never thought about that before and I felt somewhat bad for sullying the idea of these superheroes as I was sure that such remarkable characters were in no way influenced by such deviant sexual ideas.
“I don’t know. Part of me thinks Jail is too good for her!” Superman lectured to Spider-Gwen as she looked up at the Man of Steel suggestively. I pushed her back and she tumbled to the ground with a submissive moan, her legs splayed invitingly. I gazed over at Superman/Jesse who eyed her longingly and licked his lips. Faster than a speeding bullet he moved his face between her open thighs and breathed deeply, his super-smell savouring the scent of her arousal, although he probably caught some of mine in there too.
“Does she smell like a naughty wench?” I asked as I stared at her flattened orbs, realising that the word buxom put the word wench in my head.
“She smells VERY naughty. So naughty, I might have to lick the naughtiness out of her,” Superman smirked, before slowly moving his super-vibrating tongue over Jem’s slit and clit. The sight of his humming tongue moving over her pussy was so explicit I almost came on the spot myself.
“HUUUURRRRR! OH GOD!” Jem exclaimed as she stiffened under his touch as Jesse/Superman reached up and cupped her boobs as his mouth buzzed between her legs. I’d never given much thought to the kind of tricks Supes could get up to till now.
Spider-Gwen writhed against Superman’s hastily pulsing lips and tongue and I decided I couldn’t wait any longer, moving over to the two of them before I moved my feet either said of Spider-Gwen’s face and then squatted down so my quim was just above her lips, eagerly awaiting her warm, sloppy, wet touch.
“Pleasure me,” I demanded of Gwen, whose girly giggle I felt against my snatch before she moved forward and wrapped her talented tongue around my bean. I stared as Superman/Jesse hummed his mouth against Spider-Gwen’s snatch, causing ripples of delight throughout her body as his mouth moved against her to accommodate his tongue, pulsating inside her, causing me to get more turned on by the second, as I held up my skirt and saw his eyes dart up to stare against my naked pussy.
“Fuck her!” I instructed Superman/Jesse, his eyes travelling up from my twat to my eyes, a smile travelling up to the brows as his face vibrated against Spider-Gwen’s slit, eliciting sighs of delight against my pussy as Gwen/Jem withdrew her mouth and tongue from between my legs and moaned sensually into the air. Superman/Jesse pushed himself up from between Gwen/Jem’s legs and in a flash his clothes were off, his muscled torso and weighty solid cock revealed. He inched forward, perched at her entrance already wet from his super-oral skills. He edged ever closer, the tip nestling between her fleshy petals as her mouth continued to work on my cunt.
“Do it,” I sighed, and stared wide-eyed as he bucked forward and sent his meaty length inside Gwen/Jem.
“OH GOD!” Gwen cried as Super-Jesse filled her, his hips grinding against her as he leaned toward me, flicked my top down and took my left nipple (the more sensitive one) into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, sending waves of delight through me as Gwen/Jem placed her thumb against my clit and started to gently rub it round. My body seemed to be swelling with pleasure as I watched Super-Jesse’s hips rise up and down provocatively as they clenched while pummelling Gwen/Jem’s pussy.
“Oh fuck!” Gwen cried as Jesse thrust into her, his face contorted in lust as he lifted his face to mine. I grabbed him by the back of his head and forced my tongue into his mouth, feeling his taste muscle meet mine, feeling envy at Gwen being pounded beneath me wishing I was on the end of it as I felt a mysterious set of fingers start to play with my left nipple. I ran my eyes down to see Gwen’s hand reaching up to tease the bullet with digits. I could feel myself moving ever closer to orgasm, as Gwen sighed and moaned throatily beneath me.
“Oh, fuck me harder, harder, so hard,” Gwen-Jem instructed, the smacks of Super-Jesse’s hips on hers quickening as he groaned lowly. I gripped his shoulders as I felt the wave of orgasm crash over me, as Gwen-Jem’s thumb carried me to oblivion, as her Orgasm caused her to grip Super-Jesse’s back and he pumped his cum into Gwen-Jem.
I opened my eyes.
In spite of my cries I was still in bed, still next to Greg and not partaking in a noisy threesome with my attractive neighbours. I smiled gently as I switched off the plastic device, thought about the party this coming weekend, my outfit, and exactly what shenanigans might occur with these rapscallions.
Saturday Night (Greg)
I’d got my outfit on minus the briefs from the previous evening and was pretty pleased with how I was looking. True the outline of my deflated tool was on show but I was always pretty happy with how it looked when it was angry. I’d even found another envelope with the rest of the packaging that contained a mask, which I’d applied with a peel-on/peel-off surgical glue. With my hair combed over and style I almost looked the part…ish.
As I stood in the hallway feeling particularly pleased with my outfit my attention was pulled away from the mirror by one simple word.
“Wow!”
I looked up and there was Jo, back in her Supergirl outfit looking even better than she did the other night. Her blonde hair just down to her chin was flared out in the Supergirl style and I couldn’t help but feel that we’d somehow managed to be as peak superhero as we could get. We were never big fans of the nerd culture but right now we were almost passable as comic book fans.
It was at that point that the night took a turn to the peculiar.
“DING DONG!” the doorbell chimed in a fake old-fashioned way. I opened the inner door and saw two people that Jo and I knew all too well. It was our oldest friends, Sam and Sam (Samuel and Samatha Butler), except the two of them were wearing sombreros and laughing like idiots. Behind me Jo appeared as I opened the front door to the giggling twosome.
“What on earth are you wearing?” Samantha asked as the two of them laughed even more.
“What are we wearing? What are YOU wearing?” Jo asked, pointing at the somewhat ludicrous headwear.
“There’s a New Mexican opened up down the road,” Samuel advised. “FREE sombrero for every NEW customer. AAAGH!” Samuel shouted in celebration. I don’t know how many they’d had but they were already the worst for wear and it was only eight’O’clock. “What restaurant are you guys going to? Super-doopers?”
We ignore Samuel’s comment as the two of them giggle at their own stupid gag.
“No, we’re just on our way out to a lifestyle party. Hence the outfits,” I explain to our two friends, their eyes going wide as we tell them that, their laughs ceasing almost immediately.
“The two of YOU are in the LIFESTYLE?” Sam and Sam ask simultaneously. Jo and I stare at each other momentarily before we answer them.
“Well this is our first time to be fair,” I advise them, their eyes seeming to widen even further to that confession.
“Yeah. We’re gonna go over tonight and see if we like it and then decide if we wanna do it again,” Jo continues, causing our considerably sloshed friends to suddenly gain almost all of their senses as they whispered among themselves for a few moments before staring back at us with what can only be described as fake sincere smiles.
“Now, we understand if this is a no, but we’d really like to come to this party,” Samantha asked, batting her eyes to try and be seductive but looking more like she was trying to shake a fly she’d got trapped in them loose.
“Well, it’s not for us to say. It’s not our party. Besides I didn’t think hanging round with a bunch of nerds would be your thing,” I remarked to the two of them as they stood somewhat unsteadily as they tried to get on the right side of the drinking spectrum.
“OF COURSE WE CAN HANG AROUND WITH NERDS!” Samantha yelled before Sam put his hands gently on his wife’s shoulders to calm her down.
“I think what Sam is trying to say is that we like a wide-range of entertainment,” Samuel responded, before patting her on the shoulder supportively but seemingly to tell her to shut-up at the same time. I wasn’t sure what they were playing it, but we’d known them for years and trying to wangle an invite did not seem like the worst thing we could do.
“We could all take a picture together and you could WhatsApp it over and they could decide if we could go,” Samantha suggested, nodding enthusiastically.
“Yeah, I think we’ve got a couple of Halloween costumes from a few years back,” Samuel quickly jumped in, the two of them geeing each others ideas up as they spoke, as much to each other as to us.
“Yeah, sure. Why not!” Jo caved and get her phone out, before Sam and Sam protested.
“Oh God, no. Don’t take it now!” Samantha exclaimed as she removed the Sombrero in a hurry, with Samuel doing the same, the two of them throwing their whacky headgear aside as they regarded such a thing as being completely inappropriate for their nerd picture. “Just give us five minutes to make us look presentable…please!”
Jo and I gazed at each other and nodded in bafflement as the two of them then darted upstairs, two-at-a-time, occasionally missing a step, before they got to the bathroom and shut the door loudly.
“What the Hell has gotten into them?” I asked Jo as she started typing the WhatsApp message out to Jem.
“God only knows!” Jo answered as the WHOOSH of the message flew across while the two of them clattered about upstairs only for Samuel to shout down to us.
“Sorry to be a bother but can we have a large cup of coffee, please? No sugar,” I shook my head at Jo, marvelling at the cheek of our longstanding friends befire putting the kettle on to get the water ready, and creating a heady frothy mix for their sobering up in very little time, I came out to see Jo reading her reply from Jem before showing me the conversation so far.
Hey, there. Sorry to be a bother, but our friends came round and asked if they could also attend your lifestyle party? They said they’d even get ready and into a costume. We’d understand if you said no. Me and Greg are already in costume and looking forward to tonight.
Thank you for asking if they can come. Providing they know what kind of party it is and they’re attractive enough then we’ll let them. Please send a pic.
“Well that’s good of them,” I said to Jo as Samuel and Samantha semi-tumbled downstairs in their hurry to get back to us.
“What did they say?” Samantha asked us, pleadingly.
“We need to send them a pic to see if they say yes. Did you guys think of who you can go as?” I asked, reminding then that they did need a costume.
“I know who!” Samuel spouted out loud. “Thor and Jane Foster. That way I can wear an outfit similar to what he wore when he was stranded on Earth”.
“You are such a nerd. Why did I marry you?” Samantha chided her husband.
“So we can go to this party?” Samuel reminded her.
“Right, right. So are we taking this picture or what then?” Sam asked. I had no idea if they looked like the characters they were describing. Sam had mousy hair with a little length on top and a beard and his wife was a tiny thing at 5” 2” with long brown hair and a baby face that belied her age of being just over 30. We took a WhatsApp pic and all waited with an eerie sense of nervousness and dread before Jem replied with a two word response.
It’s on.
Sam and Sam clapped their hands in glee and rang for an Uber with the promise that they’d be back in 25 minutes. We sat and waited, and waited, and waited and finally at 8:50 the doorbell rang with both in normal clothes, Samantha in a T-shirt, shirt and blue jacket and Samuel in a white T-shirt, blue plaid shirt and a blonde wig carrying a hammer with a huge head and Nordic patterning on the edges.
“Don’t ask,” Samantha instructed me, but I couldn’t help but be curious.
“What is that?” I remarked, pointing to his hammer.
“Oh, I’m glad you asked. It’s a toolkit, look!” Samuel explained as he set it down and opened it up revealing various essential bits for everyday living.
“That’s pretty cool!” I complimented, as we both nodded at the impressiveness of his hammer/toolbox.
“I did say it’d come in handy. I just never thought for this,” Samuel quipped whilst winking at his wife who merely blushed at that comment as we all made a move to head to the party.
We walked down the street, remembering that a couple of our neighbours would be there in costume. I wondered quite how they got into this as they did not seem like Star Wars, Star Trek or Superhero nerds. Jo and I trundled along whilst Sam and Sam giggled nervously behind us.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Samantha chuckled as they walked along.
“I know, right! Lord only knows just what they get up to!” Samuel replied as they continued to chunder excitedly. I looked at my wife and we both raised our eyebrows at their excitement at attending some kind of comic-con event.
As we approached the gates they opened automatically with our hosts opening the front door manually as we got near. Jesse strolled out with his hair dyed black wearing glasses and an open shirt with the Superman costume showing beneath. Jem was wearing a white, pink and grey costume I didn’t quite recognise, but seemed to be in some way Spider-man related judging by the webbing. Jem came hurtling out towards Jo as Jo ran to her, the two of them marvelling at each other’s costumes.
“Oh my God, you look amazing as Super-Girl!” Jem exclaimed as she eyed-up my wife gleefully, almost hungrily. Jo going very red at Jem’s compliment.
“Says you as Spider-Gwen. Before you put that costume on I’d never heard of her before,” Jo chimed back.
“Well, I’m sure before tonight you’ll see a lot of different costumes and things you haven’t before,” Jem smiled, the word things almost hovering in the air, before Jem leant forward and kissed Jo fully on the mouth.
For a moment I thought they would just separate but instead they carried on smooching, eyes closed, their bodies pressing against each other in their superhero outfits, Jem’s hands pulling Jo tight to her as I could see their tongues pushing against each other. I was standing there mouth agape watching my wife and other woman make out in an extremely provocative way.
I started became very self-conscious as I realised that my thin costume was starting to feel somewhat taut around the waist area. I looked at Jesse and reached out my hand to shake his with a quick “hi,” before looking back to see Jo and Jem still into each other. I suddenly remembered that our friends were with us and wondered how this would look to them, till I turned back and saw their expressions.
Sam and Sam we’re watching the two heroes fondle and snog with weird semi-drunken grins, their eyes locked on Jem and Jo as now Jem was moving her fingers through Jo’s hair as their lips remained firmly together before they eventually came up for air.
“Welcome to the party!” Jem shouted as she finally let go of Jo, my wife rocking back unsteadily from the intensity of the kiss. I smiled kind of goofily over at Jem, who was someone I knew to say hello to, but certainly no more than that.
“Wow! Look at Nightwing over here! Let me say hello to you too,” Jem cooed as she moved in front of me and gently pressed her lips against mine, before pressing them further and the kissing expanding.
At first my eyes were wide in terror, before I saw my missus press herself into Jesse’s welcoming embrace and I decided to close my eyes and just relax into her kisses. Jem grabbed my hands and moved them to her hips which I took full advantage of, pulling her body close to me as I felt her tongue move around the entrance of my mouth before I darted mine out to meet hers, our two flavour-muscles rubbing longingly against each other as she gyrated her spandex covered body against my chest increasingly hardening dick.
I moved one hand to her ass and gripped her cheek, firmly whilst moving my other hand to her hair as our hips moved against each other. The world seemed to no longer exist as our lips mashed together, Jem moaning seductively before I suddenly remembered where we were and Jo. My eyes opened and across from us Jo as Super-girl and Jesse as Superman were still locked together, one of her legs entwined around his so she could rub herself against him, my
Wife’s eyes closed but flickering in delight, an image I knew all too well. I detached my mouth from Jem’s and give a short but loud grunting cough and the two of them pulled themselves apart.
I felt like I’d have to give my wife a stern talking to but then again I was hardly in a position to criticise as I’d been caught up in my own extra-marital proclivities, momentarily.
“So glad you invited us,” Jo spluttered after she untangled herself from Jesse, straightening her skirt and top, that had somehow ridden up on one side showing her lacy blue bra.
“Not a problem, cuz,” Jesse replied, causing me to wonder if Jo and Jesse were related. “…in the comic books, Superman and Super-girl are cousins”.
I nodded and watched with one sneaky eye as Jem walked over to Sam and Sam and gave them both a mere peck each when clearly they were hoping for more before inviting them both in.
“Come on in. We showed everyone your pictures and they’re dying to meet you both,” Jem stated to the two Sam’s, excitedly. “Cool costumes by the way. Thor and Jane Foster from the first Thor movie, right?”
Sam and Sam shared a nerdy grin and nodded back. Turns out those two were more in the nerd lifestyle than myself and Jo.
“We’ll need to be on our toes with all the comic book references,” Jo whispered in my ear as we hung back from everyone else.
“I know, right. If we need to get out of here quick just say ‘beam me up, Scotty’, okay?” I replied, trying my best to seem with it as my wife and I entered the geek party with little idea of what lay in store.
As we entered the main living space it felt somewhat surreal. There we all were in superhero outfits in this very clean, crisp post-modern setting. The sofa was bone with eggshell coffee table in front, the walls were painted with a pale Prussian blue with a marble fireplace breaking up the colours as were tasteful black and white pictures of a naked couple all over the walls.
The entire vibe had a strange Patrick-Bateman-esque feel to it that didn’t match what I already knew about Jesse and Jem, but I shook off the uneasy feeling as our hosts beckoned us over to meet those we knew and those we didn’t.
“Obviously Dom and Dina you already know,” Jesse stated as he re-introduced our neighbours to us, but this time looking very different. Dom was largely topless apart from two straps across his body holding his wings in place, showing off his rugby physique but it was Dina I couldn’t help but stare at.
Dina was wearing a tight white leotard costume but with a huge scoop at the front with an impressive cleavage on display that drew my eye straight away. I looked to my side in case Jo caught me looking only to catch her gazing at the same sight.
“Hey, you guys. Glad you made it. Didn’t know you two were also in the lifestyle,” Dina remarked leaning forward to give me a tight hug, pressing her enormous rack against me before slowly and deliberately pressing her lips against mine with a series of soft but delictate kisses. I glanced sideways to see Don peppering Jo’s neck with similar softer pecks and nuzzles as her eyes flicked back into her head. I was beginning to feel a pang of jealousy till Dina drew a finger down the length of my already swollen rod as her mouth danced tenderly across mine, her tongue making darting appearances just on the fringes of her kisses as she pressed her enormous rack against me, causing my cock to strain ever more against the material.
“What got you into it?”
I heard Don’s words echo over and Dina and I separated. I glanced at Jo, who looked awkwardly away, clearly turned on but heartily embarrassed by that at the same time.
“Er…well…I guess it was the films, really,” I suggested, out of desperation as I gazed at the colourful characters around me who nodded, knowingly.
“Films, huh? Nice. Any in particular?” Dina pressed, her eyes wide with excitement.
“No. They all just kind of blur into one after a while don’t they?” Jo offered as a balm to that question to more knowing nods. Thankfully our attention was taken by a couple behind us.
“I’m just saying that I feel a little stupid with you looking so plain, that’s all”. The female voice caused us to turn and see two outfits in stark contrast with each other. Here was a raven-haired beauty in black tails over a burlesque basque and fishnet stockings. Next to her was a guy in a white shirt, black tie and trench coat looking more like a Humphrey Bogart detective than a superhero. “Hi, I’m Elise,” she stated, offering a hand as she looked flustered and exasperated by her partner.
“Wow! You look amazing! Are you a superhero?” I asked, feeling completely out of my depth, even more so as she grabbed my head and pulled me in for a quick smooch, nothing as intense as before, with Mr Detective given the same brief snog to Jo.
“I’m Zantanna!” Elise replied, opening her arms to really show off her costume.
My eyes roamed over her stunning cleavage which was popping out over her yellow corset, the black thong beneath and her fishnet covered legs. I looked away so that Jo couldn’t see me ogling another woman only to find her ogling herself.
“It’s a great outfit”, I offered as a tame compliment. “And are you Sam Spade or something?” I asked of her other half whilst throwing out a hand as a greeting.
“Ernie, and no. I’m John Constantine,” he answered, leaving me no wiser as to who he was meant to be. I looked from Ernie over to Elise who was now directly in front of Jo. Her hand, holding Jo’s, as they snogged unabashedly as though they were lovers reconciled after a long absence. The two women’s arms by their sides, seemingly relaxed, in stark contrast to the way their bodies were pressing against each other.
I had never seen this side to my missus before now and it was not something I had even thought she was into, yet tonight she was smooching with other women like it was a something she’d done since forever, like not walking under ladders or throwing salt over her shoulder.
My missus dirty blonde Supergirl mouthing against this charcoal-haired magical mystery was something that was causing even more strain against my costume. I had no idea that nerd culture was like this, it was then I recalled that our friends Sam and Sam were with us and how embarrassing this could be.
“Hey, you guys listened I’m sorry about…” I looked about behind me and there was no sign of them. Our two nearest and dearest friends had disappeared. My stomach flipped at the thought of us bringing two strangers to this fancy house that might be doing lord knows what within its pristine walls. “I’m sorry, guys. I don’t know where our friends have gotten to”.
“Oh, I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Jem responded flippantly before embracing Elise then engaging in a vibrant snog with the magical hero, their hands being much more active than when Elise kissed Jo.
I gazed over to my wife who was biting her lip whilst watching the two women snog, her eyes hungry to be with them or in between them. I was torn between staying with Jo at this unfamiliar location or looking out for our friends. I figured leaving Jo in the care of Jem and Jesse was the wiser option.
“I’m just gonna see if I can find them if that’s okay. I don’t want anything to get damaged or worse,” I advised Jesse who seemed ambivalent to my concerns. “Am I okay leaving Jo with you guys?” I asked, his eyes going wide as he looked over at my wife.
“Er…yeah, sure. We’ll take Good care of her,” Jesse beamed as Colin and Chloe moved over to say hi, both of them looking like more realistic versions of superheroes with their more pronounced tummies rather than the usual heavily sculpted Hollywood versions. I didn’t recognise either of them, Colin in his golden outfit with a giant S belt buckle and Chloe in her black leather one-piece suit, but I pushed such fashion concerns aside as I went off to find our best friends.
The wedged house was deceptively small from the front and antagonistically large from inside. Because the back dropped down a little what looked like three floors was actually four. I moved to the sub-ground floor and after inspecting various sports rooms, a gym and a couple of offices I made my all the way up to the first floor, figuring the second floor at the top should be the last stop as it had the fewest rooms.
I was moving around, seeing lots of bedrooms, worrying about my missus downstairs on the ground floor and hoping that our drunk friends had left everything intact when a sound caught my attention.
“Mmmm!”
I stopped in my tracks and processed the sound, it was not pained.
“Oh god!”
I recognised the voice straight away as Samantha’s in some kind of sexual delight. I couldn’t believe it. Our friends had taken themselves off to have SEX in a STRANGER’S house! What the Hell was wrong with them? I remained motionless trying to fathom where the sound had come from.
“Oh yeah,” another female voice echoed from somewhere in front of me. I crept forward stealthily, ear cocked to listen out for more professions of lust, within a few steps more sighs and moans purred out from down the room at the end of the hallway. The door was ajar with a faint light casting a mysterious sliver. I padded gently ever closer and peered in.
On the bed was Samantha, kissing a red haired woman in a pink superhero costume I didn’t recognise. The pink onesie was open and had ridden up to above her waist. Samantha had dispensed with her shirt and jeans and knickers. Both women were rubbing each other’s slits as they leaned back on the bed, occasionally their mouths would disjoin so they could release a moan or other exclamation of pleasure as they moved their hips towards each other’s probing fingers.
I glanced around the room to spy a black-haired man I didn’t recognise with his superhero outfit down past his waist as he stroked his cock whilst eyeing the display, lustily, and on the other side of the bed, noticeably nearer the red-head than his wife, Samuel had lost all his clothes and his wig as he pulled on his length, his face contorted into a twisted grin.
My own outfit felt like it might split. I felt like reaching down and grabbing my own cock from outside my costume as the two women rubbed their hands between their legs as their partners watched on longingly wanting to be part of the action but holding back so the girls could just enjoy the moment pleasuring each other.
I’d never seen our friends like this before and I was turned on more than I’d been in some time. I knew our friends had a sex life, who doesn’t, but seeing Samantha’s legs spread like that, her brown pubes being probed by another woman’s fingers, her voice sighing and moaning as she ground against the red-head’s hand, all while Samuel stood by yanking on his pole was something else.
It was then I jumped involuntarily as a small hand snaked around me and started rubbing my own rock-hard length. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt boobs press against me and figured Jo had found me.
“Can you believe our friends are doing this?” I whispered to her without looking back.
“Oh, the other couple are your friends are they?” Dina’s voice came back from behind me.
“What the…” I began before she pressed a finger against my lips to quieten me down. Dina looked past me into the room, causing me to move my eyes back there. The red-head had now removed Samantha’s top and had her face over her boobs, causing Sam’s face to contort into one of absolute pleasure as the two of them still continued to pleasure each other with their fingers, now moving frantically between their legs.
Behind them both guys now got on the bed, Samuel behind the red-head, pulling her pink outfit upward and eventually off her, before she replaced her previous position at Sam’s tit. Behind Samantha the guy moved his hands beneath her boob whilst nibbling on her neck, causing mine and Jo’s friend’s face to smirk like she was on some kind of morphine high after an operation.
“That’s Scott and Tasha,” Dina advised me as pulled at zip and hunched my Nightwing outfit ever lower, getting on her knees in front of me and fishing my solid girth out from my outfit as she did so.
“Who are they meant to be?” I asked as I felt her warm mouth wrap around my length, easing back and forwards. I looked down the hallway to see if Jo was ambling around trying to work out where I had gone, but seeing nothing but still and silence in front of me I drew my attention back to the room.
On the bed Scott had eased back Samantha and it was now his hand between her legs, running his finger between her damp lips, playing with her slit as she reached around yanking on his engorged prick. Next to them Samuel was on his side with his head between Tasha’s legs as she gobbled on his rod, the two of them sating their hunger in a very direct way, the occasional sigh and moan drifting out of the room, peppered by the sounds of fingering and feasting.
“I never knew this geek lifestyle was like this,” I advised as my blonde neighbour slurped up and down my dong, shimmying her shoulders and arms out of her white costume and then wrapping her boobs on either side of my slavered cock before tit-wanking me.
“This isn’t the geek lifestyle, this is the swingers lifestyle. THAT’S what we are into,” Dina replied before engulfing my tool in her mouth, her tits slick from her spit and my pre-cum jiggling beneath her. I looked back in the room to see how things had progressed only to be amazed that Scott had Samantha perched on the edge of the bed, her ankles perched on his shoulders as he lifted her from her ass cheeks and ploughed into her, her moans coming loudly at every thrust.
Meanwhile Samuel was grinding into Tasha, his glutes clenching on every movement, her legs wrapped around him, her throaty moans contrasting with Samantha’s higher pitched sighs coming in rapid succession from Scott powering into her. All I could do was watch as Dina’s talented tongue took me ever closer to release.
“Jo and I thought the “lifestyle” was just nerd culture,” I remarked as I watch the two newly formed couples go at it in one of what I imagine is multiple bedrooms in this wedge-shaped luxury abode, as Scott gripped Samantha’s legs fiercely as he fucked her, whilst Samuel was over Tasha, kissing her as they casually fucked on the bed.
“Mmmm. Jesse and Jem have had their eye on Jo for some time. I’ll bet their being really friendly with her whilst you’re up here with me,” Dina smiled before slipping her mouth around my tool, her hand moving up and down my length as I
stared over at the couples on the bed, the two of them fucking people other than their partners, imagining Jesse and Jem sandwiching Jo between them.
The image of Jesse and Jem kissing Jo’s face and neck as their hands roaming all over her body. Those same hands pulling up her Supergirl outfit revealing nothing but naked flesh beneath. Jem’s hungry mouth attaching itself to Jo’s succulent boob, Jo’s head resting against Jesse’s shoulder as his hands let her skirt fall away and his fingers move beneath her panties, seeking out her damp slit, easing over her nub, then resting there, occasionally easing forward to wet the tip, as Jo reaches back to unfasten Jesse’s rod and ease it out of his pants.
“Holy Hell…” I exclaimed as the thoughts cascade through my mind like a waterfall, causing me to explode what feels like a sea of cum, all over Dina’s mouth then tits as she pointed my pulsating cock down towards her tits, streams of white being laid out all over them as Dina squeezed my staff, milking the remaining cum out of it, looking up and just raising her eyebrows and smirking back at me.
“Oh hey, Greg. We didn’t see you there,” Samantha giggled in-between her ass-cheeks getting slapped as Scott pounded into her.
“Hi, Greg. Why don’t you and your friend join us on here,” Samuel smirked as he and Tasha slowly screwed in contrast with Scott’s frantic fucking, causing Sam’s heavy boobs to jiggle delightedly. Dina grabbed me by the hand and began pulling me in the room as she started to ease the white outfit off her body. I felt my feet ease forward behind her before another image came to mind, blocking out the noisy, sighing fucking in front of me that my increasingly veiny hard-on was urging me to be part of.
The image of Jem easing down Jo’s flimsy, lacy, blue knickers and easing her legs apart so she could pleasure my wife’s snatch with her tongue as Jo yanked on Jesse’s engorged prick as mauled her breasts, his mouth on hers as their tongues flicked over each other, Jo sighing into his mouth as Jem’s tongue flicked out over Jo’s clit.
I pulled my hand away and shook my head to try and get the image out of there. Dina looked back, a puzzled look on her face as I looked about the room and realised what I had to do.
“I’m sorry. I have to find my wife. I have to find Jo,” I told Dina and the other four people in the room. I hurriedly shoved my arms into my costume and zipped it up as Dina sultrily eased herself onto the bed, lying next to Samuel and Tasha ready to engage in their slow-fucking spree, the three of them naked together creating an image so intoxicating and tempting, but I pushed the visual out of mind as I focussed on Jo, and trying to get to her.
“Shame. Sure we can’t…tempt you,” my neighbour, Dina invited, opening her legs and moving her hands up and down her gash, opening her pussy lips to entice me further, before easing her fingers inside and her head back, eyes closed. I stared at Dina’s wet gash, wondering how I’d managed to miss such activities taking place in my own backyard (well, own back-garden, but you get the gist) before shaking my head and heading out.
“See you later”.
“Bye”.
“Good luck”.
“Say HI to Jo from us”.
They all shouted from inside as I moved through the house like I had earnt my Superhero outfit for real, taking the stairs two-at-a-time as my feet fluttered with never-before discovered speed over the steps, hitting the lounge where the heroes had gathered upon entry not to be met by a terrifying sight
The room was now empty.
End of Part 3
So that’s it for now as part 3 stops and part 4 beckons. What will Greg find throughout the many rooms of the house? What other heroes are there? Is Jo being visually stimulated or is she getting busy herself? I guess we’ll have to find out in the next episode.
