Sharon Does the Neighbours

by Friskee_cpl

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, Swinging, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Sharon visits the two nerds next door only to discover that they have been holding something back from women for too long. Marcus meanwhile is in the office having some fun of his own.

"Bugger," Sharon tilted her laptop backwards and checked underneath, half expecting to see its innards hanging out. "Piece of shit computer."

Marcus finished chopping the onions and through teary eyes checked out the computer.

"What did it do?" he asked. "Did any message pop up?"

"Nothing," she said and forlornly pressed the power button. "And yes it's fully charged."

She mashed at the keyboard before slamming down the lid and pushing it across the kitchen bench.

"Why do they always shit themselves when you want to use them most," she folded her arms and rested her forehead on them.

"What were you doing?"

"Uploading those pics we took last night onto Watchers Web," she said without raising her head. "And yes I deleted them off the camera and the only copy is on that bloody thing."

"Really!" Marcus asked, "Why did you delete them off the card?"

"Because I was using the camera at work today and I didn't want someone to go back too far when previewing the pics."

Marcus pondered that for a while and just nodded.

"They were good pics too," she said remembering how good his cum looked on her face.

"Yeah well," Marcus said. "We'll have to get it fixed because I have some work stuff that I need."

"It cost us heaps last time," Sharon said, "We won't take it back to those bastards."

"No," Marcus flipped the exhaust fan on and leant back over the saucepan. "Maybe Kyle or Andy next door know someone who can fix it. They're nerdy gaming types, surely they'll know someone."

"Maybe they won't help after one of them saw us walking naked across the lawn the other week," Sharon hopped off the chair and walked over to the stove.

It was Marcus' turn to remember this time and the mental image of her covered in the men's cum sent a twitch to his groin.

"Maybe they will," he said and tossed a few tins of peeled tomatoes in with the simmering onions. "Men will do anything for a pretty damsel in distress." He turned and kissed her on the forehead noting a slight crease from her sleeves.

Sharon slid a hand up under his shirt feeling his taut muscles and she detected a slight tremor as she did so. "Pity that they're kind of chubby and nerdy though," she rested her head on his biceps, "Actually come to think of it, Kyle was a bit weird yesterday when I saw him."

"Weird in what way?"

"He's usually quite friendly and says g'day but yesterday when he was loading their truck he was all eyes as well as smiles."

"Ha?" Marcus laughed "Maybe he's the mystery man behind the curtain."

"Maybe," she ran her hand down and rubbed his cock through his jeans, "Maybe he's gay and fancied you."

Marcus flipped a gas jet on and slid a saucepan of water across upon it. "I doubt that," he said before brushing her hand away. "I have to go back into work and finish off that report tonight remember. No time for shenanigans."

"Pft," she said derisively, "Who cares about regional development and broadband technologies."

"Well," Marcus said and suddenly turning to her, joyfully pushed her back towards the large island bench. "If we had decent broadband you could have uploaded all the pics onto the cloud. Then I wouldn't have to cum all over your face again."

"Now?" she said almost pleading, "The lights are good."

"When I get home," he teasingly backed away. "If I feel like it."

Sharon picked up a tea towel off the bench and flicked him on the arse. "You'd better," she said.

Marcus quickly finished off the pasta and the pair ate their dinner out on the back veranda in the slowly fading light of a late summer evening.

"What time will you be finished?" Sharon asked.

"That depends," Marcus said as he poured her another glass of red wine. "Maybe around nine thirty, ten o'clock."

"That long," Sharon moaned, "What the hell am I going to do without my laptop?"

"You could knit, bake biscuits, knock up a sponge," Marcus quickly stood up so that he was outside of striking distance, "Usual good housewife stuff," he laughed.

"Go on," she said and tried to flick some spaghetti at him but it just wrapped around her finger. "Bugger off to your meeting then."

Marcus scurried out the front door leaving Sharon alone with half a bottle of wine and nothing to occupy her mind, a dangerous mix.

After downing a glass she sauntered back inside, flicked on some music and living in hope, tried her laptop once more.

"Poofter," she said to herself as once more, it failed to respond.

She eyed the bottle of wine still sitting on the table and went out to get it. As she grabbed a hold of it she heard footsteps down Kyle and Andy's driveway. She ran over to the edge of the veranda and leant as far over as she could. She saw Kyle rounding the corner towards their back door and called out hoping that he would hear. Her calls went unanswered and she noticed the tell tale white cord of his iPod headphones dangling from his ears.

"Bugger," she said and watched as the lights came on in their lounge room.

She threw down the last gulp of Shiraz, ran inside and scooped the laptop, her mobile and her keys up off the kitchen bench, and headed next door.

She stood at her neighbours front door for a moment listening at the noises emanating from within the dusty rental. All she could hear was some bad music that seemed to be playing at the back of the house and was subsequently muffled. Undeterred she tapped on their door but wasn't at all surprised to find that they couldn't hear her.

Their small van was tucked neatly into the drive that led the way down to the back of the house. She squeezed her way between the vans dirty panels and the brickwork and ducked under the side view mirror. As she walked down she tried to make as much noise as she possibly could.

Their backyard looked worse from their side of the fence than it did from hers and she found herself wondering just what these two shipped out in that truck.

The music was much louder and it was some kind of heavy metal rubbish she hated. She banged loudly on the door and once more it was to no avail, that was until the song ended. With a flurry of knocks and door shaking she saw the silhouette of one of them appear through the frosted door panes.

"Hi," she said as Andy peered tentatively through a crack in the door. "How are you Andy?"

"Yeah," he said looking back quickly over his shoulder, "Good thanks. How are you?"

"Well," she said holding up her laptop, "I was wondering if you know much about fixing these."

"Sure," he opened the door wider and Sharon took a quick peek inside, it wasn't as bad as she'd imagined. "What's wrong with it?"

"It won't start and before you ask," she handed it to him and took a step closer as she did so, "yes it's fully charged."

"Ok," he said, "I think the hard drive will be fine so we can save all your data," he looked underneath as she had done earlier.

Once again she snuck a look inside and saw some racing game being played on a screen.

Noting that Andy wasn't acting weird like Kyle had been behaving, but he wasn't exactly welcoming her into the house either, she put him on the spot.

"Do you mind if I come in?" she asked.

"Oh shit, sorry," he said and opened the door fully, "We don't get many visitors."

"No?" she chuckled, "We've noticed."

The kitchen was at the back of the house and she was pleasantly surprised to see that apart from a few bowls piled up in the sink, it was remarkably clean.

Thinking that maybe it was because they never cooked and ate only takeaway Sharon decided to have a quick look around. As she entered the lounge room she was fascinated once more by how tidy it was. There were no empty pizza boxes, no bongs on the table, no beer bottles scattered around the floor. All there was was Kyle sitting on the lounge with a PlayStation controller gripped tightly in his hands.

"Hi Kyle," she called out over the music.

Kyle nearly dislocated his neck as he snapped his head around to gaze at a woman standing in the doorway. For what seemed like an eternity he sat there gawking at her and Sharon laughed out loud as she watched his car explode in flames on the screen.

"Hi Kyle," she said again and pointed at the screen, "Sorry about that."

"Uh," he muttered and looked at the screen. "Bloody hell."

"My computer crashed and Andy's checking it out," Sharon said. "It won't start."

"Yes the battery is fully charged," Andy called out, "She's already told me that."

Against one wall there were box after box stacked up and in the corner two computers sat humming away.

"So," Sharon turned to Andy, "Just out of interest, how do you two make a living?"

"Um," Kyle stood up and wandered over to the boxes, "We make and sell body-building supplements."

Seized by the irony of two overweight nerds, who clearly have never worked out, selling body-building supplements, Sharon just had to laugh out loud.

"You're kidding me," she said after the laughter subsided, "Body-building supplements?"

"Yeah," Andy said laughing along with her, "You should see the before shots." He tapped his gut, tried to suck it in and made a bad Arnie impersonation.

Kyle leant up against a door frame and checked out Sharon from behind. She was only wearing a short floral skirt and a singlet top so there was little left to the imagination.

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