Peeking Over the Hedge: My First Threesome with the Lesbian Neighbors
Poolside. Their pool. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. I’d prepped for an hour—shower, makeup trial after trial, bikini swaps. Felt like a teen on her first date. Nervous sweat beading despite the autumn sun. Rang the gate. Maryse opens, robe loose, tits bare underneath. Handed her my jar of cherries, voice shaky. ‘Homemade.’ She grins. ‘Tutoyons-nous. I’m Maryse, she’s Sandy.’ Led me in. Modern house, sleek. Called Sandy. We chat poolside. Then Sandy waddles out—micro bikini, string barely covering her plump pussy, tits spilling over. ‘We usually go nude,’ Maryse says. Drops her robe. Firm breasts bounce free, see-through panties hugging her mound. Dives in. Sandy follows with a splash. I ease down the steps, water cool on my skin. Shivering. They circle me like sharks. Maryse resurfaces inches away, Sandy from behind. Hands brush my arms. Thighs. My pulse races. ‘Nice place,’ I stammer. Maryse smirks. ‘You know, we’ve seen you peeking over the hedge. Watching us fuck.’ Face burns. Caught. Sandy presses close, heat radiating. Fingers trail my waist. No escape. Don’t want one. Her lips crash mine—wet, hungry tongue invading. Heart explodes. Four hands everywhere. Peeling my bikini top. Bottoms. Naked now. Their suits gone too. Bodies slick, grinding. No turning back. Pulled from the pool, dripping, to loungers. Legs weak.
Sandy’s on her back first. Maryse shoves me down between her thighs. ‘Taste her.’ Pussy lips swollen, glistening. First lick—salty, musky tang hits my tongue. She moans, hips buck. My clit throbs untouched. Maryse behind me, fingers parting my folds. Slides two in. ‘Wet slut.’ I gasp into Sandy’s cunt. Suck her clit. She floods my mouth. Switch. Mary’s turn. Straddles my face. Her scent stronger, one-eyed stare piercing. Grind her slit on my lips. Tongue-fuck her hole. Sandy between my legs now—tongue lashing my clit. Fingers curling my G-spot. Body arches. First orgasm rips through—juices squirting Sandy’s chin. Toys appear. Thick dildo rams my pussy. Stretch burns sweet. I scream into Maryse. Pound me hard. Swap. I strap one on Sandy—first time wielding cock. Thrust deep. Her fat ass jiggles. Maryse fists my hair, forces me to eat her ass. Rimjob raw, puckered hole twitching. Cum again. Waves crashing. Exhausted, entangled on the big bed inside. 69 with Maryse—her pussy grinding my face, mine devoured. Clock ticks past six. Husband due home. Panic surges. Dress hasty—robe over naked body, bikini forgotten at pool bottom. Promise to return. Stumble home, world blurry. Neighbors wave—strangers now.
The Approach: Nerves and No Turning Back
Afterglow clings like sweat. Innocence shattered. No more pantyhandjobs in the shed. Real flesh. Real tongues. Husband fucks me that night—guilty thrusts. He senses fire, blames menopause. Secret burns. Crave their pool, their toys, their hunger. Fifty nearing, but reborn. Libido roars. Peeked as voyeur; dove as participant. No regrets. Just ache for more. Garden secret blooms wild.
