Just My Luck (Part 4)

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PART 4. HOW TO DETERMINE IF THE NEIGHBOR IS BI-SEXUAL

By now, I have written a few stories about several sexual trysts involving my next door neighbor, Randi. Randi, is a street smart gal from an upper middle income family here in Dallas. She is a sales executive for a mass marketing firm that places cosmetics into big box stores, which means there some long work days, as she has a huge area of North Texas to cover. Randi, who is divorced and without any kids, dated a guy named David, but it didn’t last. I kidded Randi that perhaps her luck would be better if she were to become a nun or bi-sexual. She said her bisexual experiment with my wife was about as far as she would ever take things.

My wife is not bi-sexual, but has bi-sexual tendencies that are well repressed, or at least they were until Randi moved in next door. My wife has told me that on several occasions over the past few months, she has wanted to go next door and spend some personal, one-on-one time with Randi, but has not done so, out of respect for our marriage. I told my wife that I have no problems with sharing her with Randi.

“Well that feeling is not mutual,” my reminded me. My wife is old fashioned in that she does not believe in extra-marrital affairs of any type.

“That one tryst was an accident,” my wife reminds me. “A total accident.”

Randi is also a registered massage therapist and she is always offering her massage services to my wife and I. I can get a message from Randi, but only in our house and if my wife is present. My wife is willing to get a message from Randi, but just hasn’t taken her up on the offer, since the last time she got a message from Randi, Randi ended up taking the message a bit further than my wife would have liked.

So the other day, I was feeling a bit uptight about some work assignments. My wife works away from the house and I work from the house. I really wanted a nice message, but I didn’t dare ask Randi to come over while my wife is at work. I called a professional massage therapist I have known for years, that performs legitimate out-call messages. (Not anyone associated with this web site, sorry!) I hadn’t seen the girl in years, so she was surprised that I remembered her when I called. I gave her my address and we set the appointment for 2:00pm. I figured she would be done and gone by the time my wife got home from work. (This girl is all business- as best as I could remember, and always turned down any attempts I made to get “extras” from her).

Two o’clock came and went. M y message therapist didn’t show up. I called her number and there was no answer. Go figure. I live next door to a registered message therapist whom I can’t see and the one I called, doesn’t show up. I settled in behind my computer work station and began typing reports.

About an hour later, I looked out the window and there was Randi, laying on one of her pool chase lounges, totally naked, as usual. Wait a cotton-picking minute. She’s getting a massage, from MY massage therapist. This was not going to work. I went down stairs with the intent to confront my message therapist. By the time I got down stairs and walked into Randi’s backyard, I found the two of them embracing in a deep kiss. I stopped and just stood there. Randi was on her back, and my message therapist was kissing my next door neighbor . . . feverishly.

I slouched down behind the Mexican yucca plant and just sat there watching the two girls making out. The sight of these two well endowed women making out made me extremely horny.

My message therapists name is Roxanne (name changed to protect her identity). Roxanne is about 5’4’ and has a really small frame, compared to most women. She easily fits the “rule of 100” and weighs about 103 lbs. She has long black hair, and olive skin tone which makes most people think she is either from the Pacific islands or is latin. I’m not really sure where Roxanne is from and I really don’t care. She has the hands of a goddess. Her body is fine and she has a great personality, even if it is “all business”. So I was very surprised to see my “all business” professional message therapist making out with my next door neighbor. They were all kisses and each was all over the other. . The kissing was non-stop. The show was tantalizing. Roxanne slowly worked her way down Randi’s tall and lean body to a point where she started kissing Randi between her thighs. Within a minutes- Roxanne was making Randi moan with approval. After several minutes of this non-stop action, Randi flipped over and had Roxanne lay on the chase lounge. Roxanne moaned in sheer delight as Randi went down on her.

I thought I was pretty well hidden, until Roxanne looked my direction and let out a loud shriek.

Randi jumped -

“What the fuck - -?”

I was caught.

“Steve, you mother-fucking bastard! Don’t you have any respect for privacy?”

“Uh . . .Nope . . .” what else was I supposed to say at this point? Roxanne grabbed her clothes and tried to cover herself.

“Uh….I was waiting for my message therapist . . .and I can keep waiting, if I need to . .”


“I came to your house and rang the door bell. You didn’t answer, Roxanne lamented”

“I heard no door bell.”

“I was about to leave, “ Roxanne began, “when I saw Randi checking her mailbox. I was surprised when I saw it was Randi, because we went through massage school together several years ago.”

“So, I invited her in to wait on you,” Randi chimed in. “We had a couple of shots and Roxanne offered me a relaxing massage.”

“OK, so I can wait. I am a patient person.”

I stood there like the total dumb-ass that I am. Not quite sure what I expected, but I liked what I had seen so far.

Randi spoke first.

“So Steve- are you going to get undressed for your message or does one of us have to undress and drape you?”

I dropped my shorts and stripped out of my t-shirt. I stood there in my underwear, my huge erection obviously, very noticeable. I placed my hands over it to try and deflect the obvious attention, but it didn’t work. I walked over to the chase lounge and laid down face up. I put my hands at my sides. My cock strained at the confines of my underwear. Neither girl said anything as they went to work spreading the warm oils over my legs, chest and upper torso. The oil was warm. They were careful to avoid my private area. Randi started on my legs, while Roxanne stared on my neck and shoulders. I had my head tuned sideways and could see that Randi was on her knees. I turned and looked the other direction and could see Roxanne in the same position. Both were totally naked. I smiled. Roxanne reached over and placed a towel over my head and eyes.

“No peeking.”

I dozed off. Iwoke up a few minutes later, and the girls were snickering. Wait a minute. They had me tied to the chair. They had tied my ankles and wrists to the corners of the chase lounge chair, and I couldn’t get loose.

“What the fuck?”

“This will teach you to be a pervert,” said Randi.

“Oh, fuck you!”

“Lesson learned?”

“Yes, let me up.”

“Not yet, you have to pay up . . . first,”

“There is a hundred in my billfold. Take it’.

“Nope, there is one more thing you have to acquiesce to . . .”

“Whatever you want . . . just let me up!” I demanded. I struggled to get free, but couldn’t.

You have to promise,” Randi responded.

“I promise, now let me up!”

I couldn’t see either of them, as they still had me blindfolded.

“I told you, I have money in my billfold. “So what the fuck do you want?”

I felt a hand on my semi-erect cock.

“How big does that thing get?” Roxanne asked.

“Plenty big,” Randi answered.


“Well, let’s see,” Roxaane responded as she knelt beside me and took my semi-erect cock in her hand. I could barely see her since I was able to move my head and shake the blindfold loose somewhat. Roxanne leaned over and started to kiss the tip end of my cock and she did so, it grew in size rather quickly.

“Responds nicely to touch” commented Roxanne. I squirmed.

Randi said nothing and I summised she had left the pool area. After a moment or so, Randi yanked off my blindfold as Roxanne continued to play with Little Steve. Randi had a bottle of Puerto Rican Rum, her favorite (and mine also), in hand. In her other hand, she had a lit cigar. Randi is my kind of neighbor.

“I’ll untie the hands if you promise to be good.”

What could I say, I had a beautiful woman sucking my dick and I couldn’t argue.

Randi took a long swig straight from the bottle. Gutsy woman. She handed the bottle to Roxanne who took a brief reprieve from her dick sucking to take a drink. Two gutsy women, I thought. They offered the bottle to me. I took a swig. It was warm going down. Roxanne bent over and started licking my balls, while Randi to town on my cock. I have never experienced two woman at oine time and I swear, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

I held back. It was hard.

“What does it take to get this sucker to cum?” asked Roxanne. Randi stopped and started to kiss my nipples. She knew from previous experiences, that was my weakness. I could feel the pre-cum starting to flow. Roxanne stood up. I could see she was clean shaven like Randi. She turned and sat on me, facing me, cowgirl style. She reached between her legs and glided by stiff dick to the outer confines of her pussy, then slowly inserted me inside of her. She rocked back and forth, slowly at first, then up and down, then faster and in a rocking motion.

“Oh Fuck yeah, this is good,” she exclaimed. Randi smiled in agreement. She moved from my nipples to Roxanne’s breasts that heaved up and down as she turned and moved up and down on my cock. Randi squeezed Roxanne’s 40ish breasts to the point that I thought she would leave marks. Within a few minutes, I could feel the vice-grip of Roxanne’s vagina as it locked down on my penis, and then suddenly released. She shook violently and dug her finger tips into my thighs. (I had to wear long pants for several days to hide the marks and let them heal). I couldn’t hold back any more and released my load deep inside of her.

“What a fucking rush!”

I think I must have come for several minutes. I had never experienced that type of sex before, not even with my wife. There was something about this perky little vixen that sapped all of my strength and I just laid there, totally exhausted, even as Roxanne got up and grabbed a nearby towel. Randi sat nearby with a smile on her face.

“I am next” Randi said wryfully with a smile on her face…”Whenever you get ready.”

“I am not a multiple shots on goal guy.”

“Well…” came the response, “we shall see about that.”

Randi reached over and started to suck on my cock. It wasn’t working. Then, Roxanne stared kissing and teasing my nipples. It wasn’t long before I was fully erect and Randi was rocking away on top of me like the cowgirl she always pretended to be. Roxanne moved from kissing and teasing me, to playing with Randi’s nipples, sucking on them. The site of seeing this girl sucking on my neighbors’ breasts, made me cum. I found out last week that I am definitely now a MSOG guy.

We sat around and talked for another half hour, drinking the PR Rum . . .when I realized it was almost time for my wife to come home. I gathered up my clothes and headed for a quick shower.

I never did get my “message”, last week, but looking back on the day’s events, I got much more than I ever expected, and I learned that my next door neighbor really is bi-sexual. She is also one honest woman. I still have the $100. (Sorry ladies, it got spent a few days later)