Doing the Dishers

Doing the Dishers

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A pair of swinging hopefuls discovers that their perfect mates have moved in right next door!

“It’s a shame that we never got a chance to play with Steve and Samantha,” Dirk said to me casually over dinner.

To my great delight, our unfriendly next-door neighbors had recently moved to Miami. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and I was hoping that Dirk was kidding me.

“Really?” I asked incredulously. “I don’t know who would have been the winner there. I’d have had to do Steve.” I shuddered involuntarily at the thought before continuing, “And you would have gotten Sam.” It wasn’t that the couple was unattractive, but Samantha had a mean streak, always complaining, and Steve was too willowy for me. Too feminine for my tastes.

“No, no.” Dirk shook his head. “You couldn’t have paid me to fuck Sam. But I think you’d have tamed Samantha in a heartbeat. No problem. And I would have done pretty boy Steve.”

I nearly choked on my wine.

That’s when the doorbell rang. I wiped my lips on my napkin and hurried to see who was outside. Before I opened the door, I gazed back through the doorway at Dirk.

“Our new neighbors, Celine and Sean Disher,” he said as if a premonition had come to him.

“How do you know that?”

“I asked them over for cocktails. Give me a wink during drinks if you’re willing.”

This was all happening so fast — too fast. Dirk and I sometimes played a naughty game where we imagined having sex with another couple. We would tell each other the sexy scenario in great detail, each of us taking turns picking a duo we knew, and then describing what we thought it would be like to make love either as a foursome or splitting into twos.

As I opened the door for our new neighbors, it dawned on me that I had never known Dirk was seriously interested in playing with a guy. Then I saw Sean. Sean was lean and tall with dark curly hair and a five o’clock shadow. Well, it was after eight now. So there was more than a little scruff on his chin. He had blue eyes that made me think of a clear swimming pool on a day with no wind.

“Eleanor, right?”

I nodded as he shook my hand firmly, smiled at me, and introduced himself and his wife. Even though my thoughts were still off in an x-rated no-man’s land, I managed to shake Celine’s hand and invite the two guests into our living room. Celine was as attractive as her husband, although quite opposite physically. She was a compact blonde, with brown eyes and a pixie haircut. She had on a tank dress that showed off her tanned skin and tight muscles. She looked like the kind of woman who spent her weekends playing tennis at a club. I had an instant vision of what it would feel like to kiss her, and I wondered if all of this was Dirk’s intention.

Sean spied the dirty dishes on the table through the open door, and he apologized for interrupting.

“We can come back later,” he said politely. “I think we’re interrupting.”

“No,” Dirk insisted, joining us in the foyer. “The dishes can wait.”

“What if we do them?” Sean said, surprising me. “And the ladies can get to know one another.”

I looked at my husband, and I couldn’t help myself. I winked. Dirk’s grin was so broad, I was sure our guests would know something was up. Somehow, he managed to cover his glee with a cough and led Sean into our kitchen. I was surprised that the men seemed so eager to wash up. But then Celine snagged the half-full bottle of wine from the table and looked around for glasses. I took one down from the breakfront, lifted my own, and showed her to our living room.

Wine made the conversation easy. We talked about vineyards the Dishers had visited on their recent trip to Italy. I learned about where they’d moved from and what types of occupations they had — he was a vet, she was a tennis instructor. That made me laugh, because I had so easily envisioned her in a little white outfit, smacking the hell out of a neon ball.

“Do you play?” she asked, moving a little closer to me on our gold-brocade settee.

I shook my head. “I’m a klutz on the court. Absolutely no grace.”

“Do you swing?” she asked next, and then she was even closer. Her hand was on my thigh, and I was leaning back against the pillows, watching as she took the glass from my hand. This was happening fast. Deliciously, wonderfully fast. I drew in a breath as the hand on my thigh moved under my skirt and up to the juncture of my legs, and then her fingers were in my panties and her lips were on my own.

She tasted of the merlot, which was a good wine. Merlot is my favorite red for the blend of berry flavors. Celine’s lips were redolent of cherries and blackberries with a sharp flavor of pepper beneath. I basked in her kiss, but I paid attention to her fingers, stroking up and down my shaved pussy lips within my panties.

“Take these off,” she urged, tugging at the bikini impatiently. “I need to taste you.”

I couldn’t have moved faster. I slipped out of my mules, then pulled my lemon-yellow panties down and kicked them off. Now, I was only in a little gauzy wrap dress. I lay back on the cushions, waiting for what Celine would do next.

She moved our coffee table out of the way, then perched on her knees on the carpet in front of me and parted my thighs. Slowly, achingly, she kissed up the insides of my legs, alternating, moving back and forth.

Right then, I heard a loud moan from the other room, and I had an instant flash of what the men might be doing. Did Dirk have Sean in a clinch? Was one going down on the other? I wished I could see, but I didn’t want to lose out on what was happening — or about to happen.

Dirk would fill me in later. For now, I closed my eyes as Celine finished her teasing games and began planting wet kisses up and down my swollen pussy lips. I balled my hands into fists, raised my hips and started begging.

She continued to tease me with her tongue, circling my clit before tapping directly on that pulsing button.

“Oh, please, Celine,” I found myself saying. “Please, please… ”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked in a low, sexy voice.

“Kiss me. Kiss my pussy.”

“I am doing that.” There was laughter in her voice.

“Harder,” I begged. “Suck me. Lick me. Give me more.”

She seemed to have been waiting for my instructions because quickly she used her fingertips to spread open my nether lips, and then she had her face right against my naked pussy. She began slurping up my juices and sucking hard on my clit.

“Oh, my God,” I whimpered. “That feels so good.”

“You taste divine,” she told me. “Your pussy juices are so damn sweet.” In between licks, she continued talking. “When we moved in last week, I saw you out on the lawn sunbathing. I’ve been daydreaming about getting into your panties ever since. Sean had to fuck me twice a day — sometimes three times — just to take the edge off.”

She continued to tease me with her tongue, circling my clit before tapping directly on that pulsing button. I held on to the edge of the sofa and thrust up against her, unable to stop my hips from moving. I wanted to come. More than anything, more than ever before.

“You’re making a puddle on your sofa,” Celine said with a laugh.

“I don’t care.”

“I’ve never seen anyone get so wet before.”

She kept drinking from me, lapping and making sweet sounds with her tongue. I was nearly out of my head with the pleasure, whipping my hair around, making these deep guttural moans that I’d never thought myself capable of. Dirk jokes that I’m the quietest girl he’s ever fucked. But no longer. I simply could not stay silent.

“What happens if I do this?” Celine asked, and then she started sliding one finger inside my snatch while still sucking on my clit.

“Oh, yes,” I cried out as she found my G-spot and began to massage it gently. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

I could sense my impending climax, and I told Celine right before it happened.

“I’m right there,” I said, “I’m going to come.“

Surprising me, she took her creamy finger out of my pussy and reached under my body to touch her fingertip to my asshole. As she stroked me there, she resumed her sucking games, and I came in a powerful ripple of release. I beat my hips against the cushions as the surge of pleasure subsided, and then I just lay back and gazed at Celine. Her pretty face was all shiny with the sheen of my sex juice. She looked satisfied with herself, her brown eyes glowing.

“Your turn,” I said. “I want to taste you now.”

“Oh, yes,” she said. Celine stood and wriggled out of her dress, and I saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her skin had a shine to it, like she’d put on a body lotion with bits of golden glitter mixed in. I came closer and breathed in her scent. She was wearing a fragrance that reminded me of gardenias and night-blooming jasmine. I would have taken my time, this being my first experience with another woman. But Celine wasn’t in the mood to wait. She pushed me down until I was on my knees gazing up at her. Then she widened her stance so that her pussy was directly in front of my face. All I had to do was flick out my tongue to touch her slit. So that’s what I did.

Celine braced her hands on my shoulders as I pushed forward, devouring her. I wrapped my arms around her to pull her close to me, and I mimicked the actions she’d performed on me only moments before. Soon, her legs were buckling, and she stopped me so that she could get more comfortable. We didn’t go to the bedroom, though. She simply sprawled out on the carpet and spread her legs wide apart. I got right between and began to nuzzle and nip at her nether lips.

“Wait,” she sighed. “Swivel that beautiful body of yours around.”

I could have protested and said, no, this was her turn. She needn’t return the favor just yet. But I’m greedy at my core, and I did what she suggested, moving around so that my pussy was over her face just as hers was under mine. Then we went to work in tandem. I licked. She licked. I sucked. She sucked. I buried my face fully into her sublime split, and she did the same to me. There was something so sexy about our mimicking routine, but at some point, I lost track of who was the leader and who was the follower. We simply were.

When Celine came, she made the sweetest purring noise against my pussy. That sent me into a magical release of my own, and I found myself making the same sort of noises. The vibrations worked on both of us, as if we were playing sexual harmonicas. We kept hitting that perfect pitch which spiraled us into almost endless orgasms. One after the other. Only when we were breathless and limp with pleasure did we finally part.

From the kitchen, I heard the sounds of the dishwasher running. But no more murmurs or chitchat. “What do you think the men are up to?” I asked Celine. It was the first time in about forty-five minutes that I’d given much thought to our men folk.

“You know boys,” she said, and she reached for my hand and pulled me up from the floor. “You have fabulous muscle tone,” she said, admiring me in my nakedness. “I bet if I got you out on the court for a few lessons, I could turn your game around.”

“Yes,” I heard from the doorway. “Turn her around. Turn her right around and bend her over the sofa.”

That was the sound of Sean, who had quietly appeared in the room. Celine didn’t hesitate. She moved me into the position her husband had requested. He came forward, stripped and found his place on the sofa in front of me. Celine moved quickly behind me, and in seconds, I felt her tongue between my thighs as she started to eat my pussy again. She really had to work to get into the proper position, curling up almost between my legs.

Dirk, right behind Sean, said, “Baby, open your mouth. Suck off our new neighbor.”

I did as told, parting my lips and taking in the head of Sean’s cock. I wondered where Dirk was going to go. He had two obvious options in my mind — behind Celine or behind Sean. When he moved out of view, I realized he was going for my new girlfriend. I heard her sigh as he took his place, and then her mouth froze for a heartbeat. He must have entered her in a fierce thrust because suddenly she began moaning. The vibrations fluttered against my snatch, and I started moaning, too. I couldn’t help myself.

“Dirk was right,” Sean interjected. “You are one expert cocksucker, lady.”

As I’d guessed, he had driven his rod into Celine’s juicy hole until he was covered all over with her slippery honey.

I felt a swell of pride inside myself at the thought that Dirk had been bragging about my oral skills. I’ve always thought that I possessed talent when performing fellatio. It’s probably because I love the feeling so much. Stuffed full of dick is one of my favorite ways to be. I could imagine Dirk saying to Sean, “You should see Eleanor. She can’t get enough of my stiff rod. She likes it especially when I coat my cock in her juices and have her lick my shaft clean.”

Suddenly, I had a feeling of what might be coming next. I didn’t want to say anything — well, I couldn’t really, not with my mouth full of Sean. But I thought I knew what my husband might have planned. I didn’t want to jinx the situation, though, so I continued sucking on Sean’s cock until I felt a motion behind me. Dirk had decided to orchestrate the next portion of the evening. As I’d guessed, he had driven his rod into Celine’s juicy hole until he was covered all over with her slippery honey. Now, he wanted me to go to work and clean him good. I was ready to assist in any way possible, but before I could go to work, I was moved out of the way. To my surprise and to Dirk’s delight, Sean got to his dick first. Celine and I watched, pressed against each other in a sexy embrace, as our men took center stage.

Sean got on his knees and began to lick Dirk’s cock. He took his time, really getting into the action of blowing my husband. I realized that Celine was almost absentmindedly nibbling my neck while we watched the men. It was as if the scene before us was so erotic she couldn’t keep her hands — or her mouth — to herself. I was fine with that, leaning against the sofa as she drew her lips up and down the tender curve of my throat. But I didn’t take my eyes off Dirk and Sean. I was able to watch my husband experience one of his favorite actions, and this was thrilling for me.

Dirk closed his eyes and stayed perfectly still as Sean began to move faster, with more obvious intent. He was clearly on a mission to make Dirk come, and I thought for a moment that my man would let him. But after only a few seconds, Dirk pulled away.

Sean looked at him in surprise.

“Let Eleanor have a chance,” Dirk said, and I scrambled over on all fours and began to suck my man. I was pleased he wanted me to win the reward of his come. I shook my hair back and began to do what I like to think I do best. A shiver ran through me as I thought about where his dick had been only minutes before. Celine had been eating me and Dirk had been fucking her. Then Sean had sucked him and now I was. I loved the chain of events, which I thought was about to end here.

But no. I bobbed only a few times on Dirk’s cock before he pulled away once more and motioned to Celine. Ah, now I got it. Dirk wanted to feel all of our lips around his cock. Quick as a cat, she took her position on the floor and opened her mouth. Sean seemed to have his own idea then. He stood next to Dirk, his dick as glossy and hard as my husband’s was. Celine began to work Dirk, and I crawled over to resume my suction of Sean’s cock.

I don’t know at what point we girls decided to make this a competition. But it occurred to me that we were — moving faster, slurping louder. Peripherally, I saw her hand go up, and I realized she was toying with Dirk’s balls. He loves that. I began to do the same to Sean. Then I pulled off for a moment, licked one finger, and as I resumed the blowjob, I teased Sean’s asshole. He groaned loudly, and I felt happiness fill me. I was pretty sure that Celine had followed my lead when Dirk made a similar moaning noise. But then he gasped, and I realized she wasn’t just touching his ass; she’d thrust a finger up inside.

I followed suit. Sean whinnied with pleasure. There we were on the living room floor, sucking off each other’s husbands, fingering their tight assholes, and working like the slut wives we were to make our men come.

To my delight, Sean came first. He filled my mouth with his cream, then pulled back and sprayed the second round on my face and hair. Dirk, obviously watching, came next at the sight of me. Celine didn’t miss a drop. She kept her lips locked around his dick and swallowed every last volley.

We looked at each other, messy, sweaty, panting, and Dirk said, “Ladies, why don’t you go into the master bath and get yourselves cleaned up.”

I took Celine by the hand and lifted her to her feet. I couldn’t wait to make out with her while we each pressed our pussy up against the pulsing jet sprays. As we walked out of the room, I heard Dirk say to Sean, “You know, doing the dishes has never been quite so enjoyable.”

“Wait until next week,” Sean said. “We’ll have you round to our house. Celine has a strap-on, and I’m dying to drive my cock deep inside your ass, man.” Dirk groaned at the thought, and Sean continued. “You haven’t experienced anything until you’ve been done by the Dishers.”

I kissed Celine and led her down the hall to our Jacuzzi, visions of future pleasures filling my head.