Kinky Neighbors

  Kinky Neighbors

  Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes

  Two couples, two very hot wives, two husbands who don’t mind a little swapping...

  The Mitchells and the Harts have been next door neighbors and friends for the past year. They have loads in common; double incomes, professional careers, no kids,...and a kinky streak.

  Now they’re about to become very good friends...with kinky benefits.

  The sex between them all is hot, naughty, and unbearably exciting. It isn’t merely swapping partners and moving to another room; it’s true foursome sex, same room, same bed, all four involved. For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart, it’s about barreling through boundaries none of them have ever crossed before, doing kinky things they’ve only fantasized about. But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional connection, the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left out, wanting more from the wrong partner. Can two couples really share everything without losing it all?

  Chapter One

  Her body was lithe, strong, and she worked him from the inside, milked him, turned him mindless. Cat had taken belly dancing lessons a few years ago, and though she’d stopped the dancing, she’d never lost the ability to use those muscles on his cock when he was deep inside her.

  “I want to be fucking you just like this,” she whispered, “straddling your hips, riding you”—she laughed softly, a naughty, sexy sound that tightened every muscle in his groin—“while you’re licking her.”

  Drew squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple hard. She moaned, liking sex with a nibble of pain, loving it when she was spinning him a fantasy at the same time.

  “I want to look down and watch you devouring her pussy.” This time she groaned. Fantasies about other people always made her engine purr louder. But fantasies about their next-door neighbors made his wife come harder than even in the first blush of love when they couldn’t get enough of each other.

  She threw her head back, her gorgeous brown-sugar hair falling over her shoulders. “Oh, Drew, she loves it, moaning, pinching her own nipples.” Cat took him with a faster rhythm, a harder pump, working herself up with her fantasy of their pretty neighbor. “She wants your big hard cock in her, Drew.”

  When she was like this, Cat simply dragged him along. His body quaked and trembled, rising almost on its own to drive hard into her. He grabbed her hips, pistoned deep as she leaned back to give him the best angle for her G-spot. With sharp little stings, her fingernails broke his skin as she braced herself on his thighs.

  “Fuck her,” she cried out, “fuck her hard.”

  Christ, he loved her hot and out of control like this. Then her inner muscles clamped down on him as her orgasm began to ripple through her. She panted, moaned, tightened her thighs along his hips and bucked on him.

  Her climax wrenched his from him, and he shot high inside her, shouting out her name.

  Moments later, his limbs still jerking, he pulled her down, wrapping her in his arms. “Jesus,” he muttered against her fragrant hair.

  “That was so hot, baby. I want us to do her just like that, me on your cock and you with your face buried in her pussy.

  Drew laughed. “God, you’re filthy.”

  She tipped her head back, grinned at him. “And you love it.”

  Yes, he did. “You amaze me.” Cat was special, gorgeous, with a slim, athletic body that made him crazy and a kinky, naughty attitude toward sex that was more male than female. They’d once hired a Las Vegas call girl to watch them have sex. Cat was an exhibitionist. They’d been married for ten years, Cat was thirty-eight, he was seven years older, and their sex life was still fantastic.

  She nuzzled his neck. “I know how much you love licking a woman, and that’s what I want to give you.”

  “You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead as if she’d just made him a great meal instead of offered up another woman to him. She honestly did not have a jealous bone in her body. They did a lot of fantasizing, imagining sex with other couples they’d met, threesomes, foursomes. He knew she’d done a threesome before he met her, two men and her, but neither man was her boyfriend. She claimed that doing it with him, her husband, would be entirely different, taking things to a whole new level.

  She stroked his cock to life again. “I just want to make sure you don’t get tired of having sex with me. Men need spice.” She needed spice, and her imagination was fertile with ways of getting it.

  She loved role playing. She’d had him try to pick her up in a bar, pretending they didn’t know each other. He’d practically had to go to blows with another guy that was hitting on her. She’d loved the attention; then she’d fucked him in their car with the bartender having a smoke not ten feet away. She liked it risky, the fear of getting caught, public sex, in the back of a car, a dark bar, once on the hood in a parking garage. She thrived on anything edgy, always coming up with ways to keep their sex fresh. Cat needed to push her sexual limits; she needed fire.

  Six months ago, they’d moved from fantasy into reality. At least they’d tried, meeting a couple off a personal ad Cat saw online. Unfortunately, nothing came of it. The couple was nice enough, married for twenty years, both in their early fifties rather than the mid-forties they’d claimed, and their definition of height-weight proportionate was not quite the same as Cat’s. Ultimately the attraction wasn’t there. Either you felt it, or you didn’t.

  Lying in his arms, Cat plucked at the hair on his chest. “I told Alexis that we always hot-tub in the nude.”

  Drew chuckled. “What did she say to that?”

  He felt Cat’s shrug. “She just gave me a look.”

  Tomorrow they were heading out for Tahoe where they’d rented a house close to the lake for a week. And they’d invited their neighbors. Logan and Alexis Hart had moved into their Saratoga neighborhood a little over a year ago. Alexis was a controller for a Silicon Valley microwave radio manufacturer, and Logan was CEO for a San Francisco-based Fortune 500 company. Like Drew and Cat, they had professional careers, double incomes, and no kids to tie them down. They’d gone from backyard barbecues to dinner and card games that lasted long past midnight. Now this, a week-long Tahoe vacation for some hiking, lake fishing, relaxing. And, if Cat had her way, some very kinky games.

  “I’m dying to see how you’re going to bring up the subject of sex,” he mused.

  Cat puffed a breath across his chest. “We’ve talked about sex before.”

  “Sexual innuendo and jokes. It’s not the same as asking her if she’d like me to...”

  “Make her come with your tongue.” Trust Cat to finish the thought. “Don’t you worry. I’ll find the perfect opening to get the ball rolling.”

  “I’m sure you will.” His wife was out there, known for saying exactly what was on her mind. “What about Logan?”

  She outright snorted. “He’s not going to be any problem at all.”

  Drew had to agree. He didn’t believe Logan was a player, but the man had certainly gotten into the sexual innuendo thing with vigor. When Cat suggested strip poker instead of their regular game of Hearts on one of their card nights, Logan had jumped at the idea. It was Alexis who nixed it. She was a petite, pretty, blue-eyed blonde with sexy curves and mouth-watering breasts, but she was on the shy side, far more reserved than Cat. Drew liked her well enough. She was smart, funny, your basic all-around nice girl next door with the ability to really listen to what a man said, not just lip service. So to speak.

  If Alexis didn’t want to play strip poker, there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d get down and dirty in the hot tub. Therein lay his main reservation about the whole idea; it could backfire and screw up a damn good friendship.

  Cat tweaked his nipple, getting
a rise out of his cock. “What if Logan wants a taste of me if you get a taste of his wife?”

  Drew had always known that any kinky play they engaged in wouldn’t be just Cat watching him. She had a downright insatiable appetite for more, more, more. He had no illusions about what he was agreeing to. She would be doing whatever he did and probably a hell of a lot more, but when they finally had sex with another couple, he knew she’d make it totally hot. Maybe he was being led around by his dick—Cat usually managed to get exactly what she wanted—but he’d do it. And suffer the consequences, if any, later.

  Trailing a hand down her abdomen, he delved between her legs, stroking her clit. She was wet and warm. “I’ll be jealous as hell,” he muttered.

  Logan was a couple of years younger than Drew, a few rungs higher on the corporate ladder, CEO of a billion dollar company to Drew’s VP of Engineering for a medium-size software maker. With reddish hair, green eyes, and a gym-toned body Cat had mentioned a lot more than once, Logan was a good-looking guy.

  Cat pushed him aside. “Oh baby, you make me so wet when you get all he-man.” She masturbated for him. He loved to watch. “But if you get her, he’ll insist on having me.”

  “Yeah. He’ll beg to spread your gorgeous thighs.”

  She moaned, getting herself worked up again with her fantasy scenario. He knew Cat. It was kinky sex, not the man himself that she needed. She wanted the package deal, a foursome. Drew didn’t have to be jealous, but he knew a little jealousy added to her sexual high.

  The real truth? He didn’t know how he’d feel. Fantasizing about other men fucking Cat made him explosive in the heat of the moment. In reality, there might be a whole different set of emotions. He couldn’t be sure which ones he’d succumb to until they actually did it.

  He started down her body, kissing her belly, her mound, then crawling between her legs. “Is this what you want him to do, baby?” He put his tongue to her.

  “Oh yeah.” She moved sinuously. “I want your cock in my mouth at the same time. I want to come on his tongue while you come down my throat.”

  She rose swiftly to climax, her body trembling. Cat loved her fantasies. She cried out, clamping her legs over his ears as she came hard. Drew loved how hot she made herself. He had no doubt that soon, very soon, she was going to make the fantasy into reality.

  He just hoped it wouldn’t mean the end of a good friendship with their neighbors.

  Chapter Two

  Cat had taken the steaks out to Logan who was manning the patio barbecue, leaving Alexis alone in the kitchen with Drew. Alexis liked him. He was easy to talk to. Truth be told, she was more comfortable with Drew than Cat. He wasn’t a fast talker like Cat, and while Alexis admired Cat’s creativity, assurance, and lack of self-doubt, and even wished she was more like her, with Drew, Alexis could at least get a word in edgewise.

  “You,” Alexis said, pointing to the romaine with her cutting knife, “can wash and tear up the lettuce.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He saluted and turned on the water to begin rinsing.

  Alexis started chopping tomatoes. “This is a great place you guys found.” They’d left home in Saratoga about ten, after a leisurely breakfast, and made it to Tahoe by three-thirty, even with a stop at Costco in Fulton to stock up on supplies. After signing in and getting the keys from the rental office, they’d done the rest of the grocery shopping, unpacked, and settled in to make dinner. Damn, she was starving. She popped a baby carrot in her mouth.

  “Cat found the house,” Drew said, always giving Cat credit.

  “She’s a genius.” And what a rental she’d found; only a short drive from the lake, within walking distance of the stores, and outside the back gate was a large forested area good for walking. Consisting of two luxurious master suites upstairs and an open floor plan downstairs with a cozy living area that included two loungers, sofa, fireplace, and a big screen TV, the house was more than enough for two couples. Opening onto the spacious family room, the large kitchen was stocked with every utensil, crockery, glassware, and appliance imaginable, including waffle maker, espresso machine, and slow cooker. The dining nook, which was separated from the main kitchen by a high bar-style counter, was roomy enough to seat eight, and the backyard was equipped with sun chairs, patio furniture, gas barbecue, and hot tub. All at an amazingly low rate for the full week.

  “She’s got so many contacts through her interior design business that she’s always getting a line on amazing deals.” Drew shook the lettuce, spraying water everywhere.

  “Watch what you’re doing.” Alexis laughed as she wiped droplets from her face.

  “Sorry.” He wasn’t, because he grinned.

  “I should have sent you out with the steaks. You’re useless in here.”

  “That’s what Cat always says.”

  “I think men want to appear useless in the kitchen so they don’t have to help.” Although teasing wasn’t really in her nature—Cat was a lot better at it—Alexis had always felt comfortable enough with Drew to tease.

  He held up his hands, smiling at her. “Guilty as charged.” Drew had a nice smile, not lascivious, just nice, one that reached his brown eyes and seemed genuine, no ulterior motives.

  “I knew it. Keep rinsing. You’re not getting out of it that easily.” It was an odd distribution of duties. Usually the women did the indoor stuff, while the male contingent performed the manly task of barbecuing. But somehow Cat had ended up outside, something about making sure Logan didn’t burn the steaks. Adept at everything else, Logan had a problem with overdoing the meat, which ended up being the butt of many a bawdy joke.

  “Where’s a bowl for this stuff?” Drew asked.

  She shook her head, mocking him. “See? You’re asking me when I couldn’t possibly know any better than you.”

  “But isn’t that why you have all men working for you, so you can tell them what to do?” Drew opened cupboards, searching for a salad bowl.

  “Not all men.” As controller, only her direct reports were men; the accounting manager, cost accounting manager, and her financial analyst. She gave Drew a look. “But I do like ordering them around.”

  He smirked. “I knew it. A dominatrix.”

  She enjoyed the banter. It was harmless. Having been married for fifteen years and the art of sexual banter long gone, it was kind of fun. After Cat had made a few sexual remarks early in the friendship, Alexis and Logan had discussed it, and neither had found it a problem. She wasn’t threatened by it. He wasn’t jealous.

  “A closet dominatrix,” she clarified. Which was laughable.

  “The cook needs another beer,” Cat called. The screen door slid on its track, and she poked her head inside.

  Opening the fridge, Drew grabbed a cold bottle. “Here you go.” He tossed the beer.

  Alexis cringed, but Cat caught it deftly, the way she did everything, then slammed the screen door. Her flip-flops slapped across the deck, her rear swaying in her tight jeans, then she skipped down the steps to the patio.

  “You need a refill?” Drew waggled a bottle of chardonnay.

  “I’m fine, thanks.” She’d only drunk half her glass. Drew was on his first beer, too. He opened and closed a few more cupboards as Alexis sliced and diced more salad veggies.

  “Ah, here’s just the thing.” Drew held up a glass bowl as if it were a marlin he’d battled for an hour.

  “Good boy,” she said, in keeping with the dominatrix theme.

  Drew grinned, a gleam in his eyes. He was handsome, a couple of inches taller than Logan, with short brown hair. He was two years older than she was, forty-five to Logan’s forty-one, but he’d kept himself in shape and didn’t have an ounce of fat on his six-foot-two frame.

  Speaking of fish... “About the fishing, you don’t have to do that just for Logan.” They’d have to get up at five in the morning, and the excursion Logan wanted to do was expensive.

  “I’ve never gone fishing before. I’d like to try.” Drew tore the lettuce rather than using
a knife on it. Logan would have cut it, not realizing it would bruise the edges of the romaine.

  “Well, I want to make sure. After all, it’s your vacation. You should get to do what you want.” Plus Logan could be a tad competitive. It was part of what made him a good CEO. She knew well enough that you had to be aggressive in a business environment or you’d get walked all over, but friendships were different. There’d been a few card games she’d had to diffuse when Logan was losing.

  “I’m fine, Alexis, looking forward to it.” Drew leaned close and murmured, “but I’ll be sure to let him catch the bigger fish.”

  That’s another thing she liked about Drew. You didn’t have to be blunt; he got it. He was a laidback kind of guy, no slouch—he was a vice president of R&D after all—but he was a diplomat.

  “And you don’t have to get naked in the hot tub,” he said, then waggled his eyebrows. “Unless you want to.”