back together.'
Jane took the glass from his outstretched hand, and gulped it down in swallows. It was beginning to taste good, and she could feel it as it seeped into her bloodstream almost immediately, undiluted by anything. Only after several deep pulls, did she really notice that she was only partially under the white sheet, with two thick pillows behind her head, and naked to the waist with the top of her black dress still hanging loosely at her waist.
'Don't worry about it,' Larry chuckled as he noticed her pull up the sheet to hide her breasts. 'We don't mind, do we Bob?'
'Hell no,' the other man said, 'I've been waiting for an hour for her to take the other half of that dress off'
Their words worked their way slowly, to Jane's fuzzy brain. She started to speak, but instead, sank back into the comfortable foam pillows. As the situation became clearer, the whole room began to shake as if it were vibrating.
'Move over, sweetheart,' Larry sat down on the other side of the bed, 'Here comes daddy!'
Jane bolted upright in the bed, forgetting for an instant that she was completely naked from the waist up as she felt Larry's hand slide under the sheet and along her legs. She squeezed her knees together and pulled them tightly against her body at his touch.
'Take your hands off me, Larry… leave me alone,' Jane ordered her neighbor, but he only laughed, taking another long sip of his drink and continued his fondling.
'Larry, please. I've got to go home.' He seemed to be laughing at her, but didn't respond and she closed her eyes as the room lurched into another dizzy spin and Bob Weston walked across the room and finally settled in a chair in a corner.
'Don't worry about a thing, honey,' Larry said from where he sat beside her on the bed, his hand inching under the sheet again. 'Daddy's going to take you home… right afterwards… okay?'
Jane was scared as she looked up into Larry's bloodshot eyes. Her neighbor. was in his mid-thirties, about ten years older than her husband.
His hand began to very gently stroke her long tanned leg, tracing the curving line of her calf upward to her knee. She tried to squirm away from him, out of his reach, but he moved closer and closer on the bed, his eyes not leaving her for a split second. She was riveted to his eyes that seemed to burn into her.
'Please Larry… I want to go now..
Her neighbor smirked. 'Now stop that silliness, Janie. Bob and I just want to have a little fun. It'll be good for you, too. We're going to have a little party. Who'll be the wiser? You'll love it!'
The awareness of what the two men had in store for her was beginning to hit home to the young wife. A burning fear was beginning to spread through her as she waited in dread for the next move that her neighbors would make.
They couldn't do anything to her, they couldn't make her stay, she thought. She was a fully grown woman and she could walk out of here any second she wanted. Yes, that was the thing to do.
Tying the strings of her dress together, she pulled her dress over her breasts and threw back the sheet and shakily swung her legs to the floor. She cast a defiant look at the two men and began wobbling unsteadily toward the door.
'No you don't angel… no sneaking away, now,' Larry said, catching her with one sweep of his hand and tossing her back on the bed. He pulled the ties at the back of the dress so that the garment fell straight down revealing once again the lush breasts. She tried to cover herself and the two men laughed.
Jane lay back on the pillows, drunkenly, as her neighbor settled down beside her on the bed again. She tried to hold the dress up to her but he pushed her hands aside and began running his hands over the smooth surface of her curving ribcage; and, above his massaging hand, her naked breasts were almost exposed, jostling under the untied top of her dress.
'Come on, Larry… let me tie my dress back up and let me get out of here what if Nancy comes back?'
'Nancy's not coming back and we can't let you go now, sweetheart… not in your condition… you'll just have to stay and have a good time.'
He was unbuttoning his shirt now as he crawled up on the bed on his knees. Across the room, Bob Weston, the other neighbor, seemed to be enjoying everything that was happening. He watched gleefully rolling his glass between his palms as his friend tossed his shirt onto a nearby chair.
'Stop it… I'm married… I can't do this.'
'We're all married, honey… and we can all do it,' Larry said laughingly.
'Bob, you're not going to just sit there and let this happen… you've always been a good neighbor… what's changed things?'
The older man only leered at her lush young body reclining half-dressed against the headboard. 'You're the one that pulled the change, Janie,' he laughed. 'You really showed how much you wanted it down at the pool.'
Another wave of humiliation swept over Jane as she remembered trying to show up Mona Allan down at the pool… dancing… exposing her naked breasts oh, it was so awful… just shameless… but she had been half out of her mind from the alcohol, and Larry should understand that. Dimly she wondered where her husband, Matt, was.
'Come on… you've led us on long enough,' Larry said. 'Get your dress off… get it. off… 'he repeated, cutting into her thoughts.
Jane's neighbor could feel his long fleshy cock beneath his trousers, still flaccid but beginning to harden just at the sight of this lush young woman with her tanned skin and flowing blonde hair. And for the moment, she was all his… his brain reeled at.. the realization that it wouldn't be long. In a few minutes, his eagerly pulsating cock was going to be fucking into his neighbor's wife's tight pussy.
Larry and Bob had shared plenty of women around the neighborhood. Many of them right here in this bedroom, as Larry's wife, Nancy; was very accommodating. Both men had lusted after the sexy blonde when they had seen her sunning herself around the pool but until tonight she had always seemed a bit standoffish.
Slipping his hand into her open dress, he touched Jane's smooth tanned belly with his cupped palms. Now she wore only her sheer black panties beneath the open black evening dress. She'll have that off soon enough, he thought, wedging his hands down under the rounded firmness of her panty-clad buttocks pressed down against the soft mattress. He began twisting and kneading her softly yielding ass-cheeks with a rapidly growing lust.
Suddenly he arched over her, tossing back the top of her dress, and planted his mouth firmly on her upthrust breast, his lips sucking in a lewd hunger at a tiny pink nipple. Jane gasped involuntarily at the unexpected wet contact, and she tried to push him away, but he simply pinned her down on the bed with his strong arms.
'No… no… please, no!' she pleaded, not too convincingly, as his tongue rolled her sensitive young nipple around in his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling at the delicate bud.
He positioned one arm behind her head so that he could hold her with only his left arm, and began gently, rhythmically, to fondle one quivering upthrust: breast with his other hand.
'Oooooohhhhhh!' Jane involuntarily gasped between half-parted lips, her love-hungry body already beginning to stir as Larry caressed her warm resilient flesh with his fingertips, leaving tiny red trails on the delicate skin around her pink nipples. He held the erect little bud between his thumb and forefinger, firmly massaging the lovely peak until it grew rubbery and hard. In spite of herself, Jane's breath came faster as his knowledgeable fingers played her breast nerves like a musical instrument, bringing a song of pleasure throughout her lush body.
'Nooooo… please, don't,' the young wife moaned as his mouth fastened on her nipple again, his free hand probing deeper and deeper down her flat tanned abdomen toward the warm eager flesh of her vagina.
Abruptly, he rose back to his knees and withdrew his hands from inside her dress, then began rolling it up from the hem, exposing her thighs, panties, then her naked breasts, and finally yanking it off over her head. She lay trembling in a combination of confusion and desire beneath him, wearing only her black bikini panties as she backed cautiously toward the headboard.
'Come on, Janie… loosen up,' he said, running his big hairy hands up the thin shapely smooth flesh of her legs.
'No… Larry, please… this has gone far enough,' the young blonde wife pleaded in vain as he twisted his fingers in her flimsy see-through panties and slowly, teasingly, drew them down over the ripe flare of her hips. He worked them down past the inviting juncture of her firm full thighs. Her sparse blonde pubic hair formed a
