Meeting (And Fisting) The Neighbors

Charlotte and Millie have a favorite pastime that usually involves one attractive stranger and no clothes. Today that stranger is Claire, who lives two doors down. They turn up on her porch with warm brownies and a bottle of lube tucked between them. Claire lets them in, curious, then startled when Charlotte pulls out the slick bottle and admits why they’re really here. The wives want her—all of her—and they want her together. Claire’s hesitation melts fast. The brownies cool on the table while the three women slide onto the couch, hands busy, mouths open. Claire slicks her fingers, slips them past the first tight ring, then works deeper until her wrist disappears inside Millie’s cunt. Millie gasps, back arching, while Charlotte strokes her own clit and watches. When it’s Charlotte’s turn, Claire eases in slow, knuckles stretching her open, fist sliding home with a wet sound that makes everyone moan. The room fills with slick rhythm, skin slapping, breaths catching, until each wife comes shaking around Claire’s hand, thighs trembling, the lube shining everywhere.