Lake Party

I drove up to the lake for the weekend, just to get away from the city. The sun was already sinking toward the water when she walked through the gate of the house next door—Marina, the thirty-five-year-old wife of my summer-neighbor. Her light summer dress hugged her hips as she bent down to pick up a fallen towel. Our eyes met across the low fence. Something hungry flickered in hers, and my cock went instantly hard, straining against my shorts.

"Well, well, neighbor," she said in a low, slightly husky voice, smiling like she already knew the answer. "You're all alone today?"

"Yeah. Wife's on a business trip. And you?"

"Hubby went fishing with his buddies. Won't be back till morning. It gets lonely..."

She stepped closer. I leaned over the fence, pretending to reach for a handshake, and my palm accidentally brushed her waist. Marina didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed into me slightly, and I felt the heat of her skin through the thin fabric. Her nipples were already poking through the dress.

"Accident, huh?" she whispered, not moving my hand. "Or have you been wanting to touch me for a while now, neighbor?"

"Yeah," I breathed out honestly. "Every time you're out on the pier in your bikini..."

Marina laughed, but her eyes stayed serious. She glanced around—no one in sight. Just the lapping water and distant voices from the far shore.

"Then don't just stand there like a statue. Come to my place. I've got wine and... an empty house."

We didn't even make it to the porch. On the wide wooden deck, where an old lounger and a couple of wicker chairs sat, she spun around and kissed me hard, biting my lip. I slid my hands under her dress and found her panties already soaked.

"Fuck, you're already dripping," I said.

"You think I just wandered over to the fence for fun?" She giggled and pulled the dress over her head in one motion. Her tits swung free—heavy, with dark nipples. "Look at these. Your married neighbor's tits."

I grabbed them with both hands, squeezed, rolled her nipples between my fingers. Marina moaned, tilting her head back. Her hand dove into my shorts and wrapped around my rock-hard cock.

"Whoa, nice and thick... Haven't seen one like this in a while. I want to suck it."

She dropped to her knees right on the warm deck boards. The sun hit her face as she licked the head, then suddenly took me almost to the base. I grabbed her hair and started slowly fucking her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin, she slurped and gagged but didn't stop. Her eyes looked up at me—playful and turned on.

"Deeper... yeah, just like that... good girl," I muttered.

Then I heard footsteps. I froze, but Marina only tightened her lips around my cock. Three men came around the corner of the house—the same "fishing buddies" she'd supposedly sent off. They were already pretty drunk, beer bottles in hand.

"Holy shit..." one of them drawled—a tall blond named Sergei. "Marina, you serious?"

She slowly let my cock slide out of her mouth, licked her lips, and smiled at all three of them.

"What? You guys said you wanted me, all of you. Well, here's your chance. He's cool with it—I already asked with my eyes. Right, neighbor?"

I stood there with my cock jutting out, slick with her spit, not knowing what to say. But I was so turned on I just nodded.

"Then don't just stand there, boys," Marina said cheerfully, and got on all fours on a big blanket one of them had quickly spread out. "I'm in the mood to be everyone's little slut today."

Sergei was first to drop his pants. His cock was longer than mine but thinner. He stepped in front of her and shoved it in her mouth. The second guy, a stocky brunet named Vadim, positioned himself behind her and slammed into her wet pussy in one thrust.

"Aaah, fuck, so tight..." he groaned.

The third, a redhead named Pasha, knelt beside her and started kneading her swinging tits, pinching her nipples. I couldn't hold back—I shoved my cock back into her mouth as soon as Sergei pulled out. Now she was sucking us off in turns while Vadim pounded her from behind. The sounds were wet and loud: squelching, skin slapping skin, her muffled moans.

"Harder... fuck me harder," she gasped when her mouth was free for a second. "I want to feel all of you cum inside me..."

They switched positions. They put me underneath her, and I slid into her hot, well-stretched pussy. Marina rode me hard, her tits bouncing in front of my face. I grabbed one and sucked her nipple hard. Meanwhile Sergei got behind her and slowly, insistently pushed into her ass.

"Ohhh, fuck... both holes at once..." she breathed, but her voice was pure pleasure.

The double penetration made her tremble. She came first—hard, screaming, soaking my crotch with her juices. Her body convulsed, but we didn't stop. Vadim and Pasha jerked off nearby, watching us fill her.

I felt myself reaching the edge.

"I'm gonna cum..."

"Do it inside me," she shouted. "All of you inside me! I want to be full of your cum..."

I shot first, flooding her pussy with thick, hot streams. Sergei growled almost immediately and came in her ass. The other two couldn't hold back—they came on her face and tits. Marina caught the cum with her tongue, laughing and moaning at the same time. White drops ran down her cheeks, her chin, dripped onto her breasts.

We all collapsed onto the blanket. The sun had almost set, the lake glowing pink. Marina lay between us, covered in sweat, cum, and her own juices, smiling contentedly.

"So, neighbors..." she said hoarsely, licking her lips. "Anyone going to bring a towel? Because I definitely won't be able to walk until tomorrow."

Sergei laughed:

"We weren't planning on letting you go anyway. It's a long night."

She turned her head to me, winked, and whispered softly:

"Thanks for the accidental touch, neighbor. Best fence I've ever had."

I just smiled and ran my palm along her cum-slick thigh. The lake lapped quietly, and we all knew this was only the beginning.