I walked down the stairs, head pounding. My body felt wrecked. I could only remember bits of the party last night. I looked for Brian. There were many rooms down the hall and all the doors were closed. I was frightened to pull them open because the memories I did have of the night before were of a night gone out of control.

Somehow a friendly party had escalated to a full-blown orgy. Every orifice had been stuffed full. Her ass and mouth were sore and she couldn’t specifically remember who from. Her husband had been fucking her friend and she looked on, her own pussy getting stuffed. The thing was she had liked it! No, not liked, she adored it. She had never before felt so free, so sexual! Now that the alcohol had dissipated, she was wondering if they would all be ashamed, if they would speak of the going on of the night before where she and her neighbors had turned a block party to a sex-sharing free for all.

Then she remembered someone had been shooting a video! Her heart stopped. She thought she heard Brian’s voice. Instead of knocking, she opened the door slightly ajar. She saw Holly, a sweet girl who lived across the street and sold cosmetics sitting astride her husband, big tits jutting into his sucking mouth.

“C’mon!” Holly said youthfully,” Join us!”

Being sober, sore, and hung over, the situation seemed surreal. The party was continuing on? Just then Mrs. Greenen, a sixty-something gardening fanatic entered the room from the bathroom in nothing but a garter and said simply,” Good morning dear!”

Holly rolled over while Mrs. Greenen began to eat her out! Brian said, C’m here honey and I did. He pulled my robe off of me and gestured at the two women, who were now in a 69, a mixture of youth and age blended by lust. He pulled me on top of him. I began to protest but felt very aroused. Soon his cock was inside me and I started to fuck him on the bad next to our female neighbors. I wondered who else had spent the night. Where was Mr. Greenen?

I could hear moans coming form the bedroom next door. This answered my question. I could hear Mr. Greenen’s voice. The slurping of the ladies as they were reaching climax spurred me on and I came just as Brian spurted a load of cum deep inside my cunt.

Our neighborhood had changed overnight. Our home had become a sex club.

I guess ya never really know your neighbors, unless you try!

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