by Jenny Swift
That morning there was something different in the neighborhood, I woke up and observed a lot of activity outside. A truck was parked there in front of the house that had been for sale. New neighbors. It was a week before Thanksgiving when the new neighbor arrived. I decided to welcome him right after breakfast. It wasn't necessary, but it was the right thing to do when a new neighbor arrived in the neighborhood. My husband Angel was still asleep, I had to get up and make breakfast, and so I did. I waited for him in the kitchen with breakfast and a good cup of coffee on the table. Angel showed up, and I gave him the news. He offered to join me, and after breakfast, we went out to greet the new neighbor. We arrived at the entrance of his new house and rang the bell. The man who opened the door was a very attractive young man, with an athletic body, a beautiful smile. I tried hard to hide my astonishment and admiration.
My husband certainly noticed that I did not expect the neighbor who had just moved in to be so handsome. And my reaction was one of bad surprise. I shook his hand, and in a fit of spontaneity, invited him to Thanksgiving dinner. I did so thinking that this boy could be perfect for my sister Cameron who would be visiting for the upcoming holiday. Michael, the neighbor, immediately accepted without much thought, as he was single and new to the area. He wanted to meet people and was happy to accept my invitation. Back home, Angel didn't hesitate to question me about it. I shrugged my shoulders and said it would be perfect for my sister Cameron. He seemed pleased with the response. Thanksgiving came, and with the day, preparations that would leave me exhausted, however, I knew we would have a good time. I had to prepare the turkey, cranberry sauce, bean stew, sweet potatoes, and everything else.
Everything was almost ready when I got a call from Cameron announcing that she would not be attending the dinner. I didn't know how to take that news, she was doing it again. She was standing me up, but I couldn't tell Michael not to go anymore. After all, he didn't know I was going to introduce him to my younger sister. At the exact time, I had told the neighbor, there was a knock at the door. My husband and I were ready, and we received him with great warmth. He was very handsome, freshly bathed, and very well dressed. I couldn't help but feel a little attracted to him. I immediately diverted those thoughts and we all went into the dining room. The dinner began; my gaze went from Michael to Angel who was talking like old friends. I couldn't say that I was surprised, Angel used to get along with everyone. Suddenly I saw Angel waving to me from the other side of the table once his conversation with Michael slowed down. I didn't understand, and I apologized for getting up and going to him to find out what he meant.
He just said, "Would you like to?" "Would I like to what?" I replied. "You know." That was his answer and I immediately realized what my husband meant. Since Cameron had not gone to meet this attractive man, my husband had forged other plans and I would be lying if I said I was not attracted to the plan at all. On the contrary, I was intrigued; now I didn't know how to look at Michael without blushing. Angel had given his approval, but I no longer knew how to go about it. Dinner was almost over, and I approached Michael to ask if he would like more. He shook his head at my breasts in the process. I leaned forward, pretending to pick up the dishes, and brushed my boobs against the back of the neighbor's head. He smiled, and I walked to the kitchen, moving my hips a lot as I walked, leaving the two men alone and perhaps talking, as Michael seemed more willing to let me welcome him properly when I returned. I sat next to him, trying to make conversation, but with one hand on his leg, smiling openly while my husband watched us from the other side with a mischievous smile on his lips and hands behind his head.
He was completely relaxed in his chair. I couldn't stand it any longer and kissed Michael directly on the lips; he took me in his arms and sat me down on the table, putting each of my legs on either side of his body drawing me closer to him as he took off the dress he had worn during dinner. His kisses were deep, I was almost helpless on the table, and my husband was watching me. I watched as this man, younger than us, kissed me. I wanted to take action, and I touched Michael's cock which was already so hard and seemed to be of considerable size. I grabbed it tightly, squeezing it with authority. He didn't waste any time, his hands were everywhere, he pulled out both breasts and sucked delicately, which made me much more excited. I hugged him with my legs, approaching him, asking him to do it already, but he seemed to enjoy making me wait, he took off my panties and sank his head between my legs, passed his tongue once, and withdrew. I made a faint groaning and then a disappointing noise.
He smiled; he knew what he was doing. He took the cranberry sauce and poured it into my pussy, licking as if I hadn't eaten enough, sank his tongue into my pussy where my fluids were most certainly there mixed with the cranberry sauce. He stuck two fingers in and continued to eat my pussy, moving his fingers very fast, while I squirmed on the table and my husband watched as he ate a piece of turkey, and slowly masturbated with one hand. Michael pulled down his pants and pointed his dick at my wet pussy. I was not wrong, it was big. He grabbed the potatoes, and smeared them on my tits as he penetrated me, and licked my nipples with potato pieces everywhere. Events were getting out of control. He was licking me and eating off my tits at the same time. The table in my dining room was big and he pulled me up completely, then he pulled himself up to the table and we got smeared with food, the dishes fell on the floor, and I didn't care.
Michael was fucking me divinely, he was on top of me, moving his hips with great speed, producing a scandal, I was screaming and I saw my husband who saw me enjoying myself in the arms of another man. We got off the table, I was afraid to break it, although it didn't seem possible, and I leaned over with my hands on the table for Michael to fuck me from behind. I lifted my hips higher and he promptly sank into my pussy in one motion, and his dick was piercing me at an insane speed. I could see Angel perfectly in that position, and he was moaning very loudly as he watched my husband continue to masturbate, this time much faster. Michael imprinted speed on his lunges and then turned me around. I quickly bent down to receive his semen in my mouth, my eyes, and my hair. Angel stood up and also came over me, filling me up completely. I was now full of food and semen from my husband and my neighbor. It had been a fun Thanksgiving dinner. The neighbor went over to his house, and right at that member, the phone rang. It was Cameron, I told her the good news, I had a wonderful man for her after all...
