[Read “New Neighbor — Joe” first to avoid spoilers]

When a new couple moved in next door on March first, we gave them ten hectic days to get settled before reaching out. During that time, they caught our eyes, and we, Sue and Stu, watched them closely. Both were in tiny pastel shorts daily, flexing shapely legs. His chiseled chest sweat shirtless; she wore little on top — usually a tube top or halter — which did little to hide her big dancing tits and thick nipples, especially when her sweat made it translucent.

They weren’t shy. Though lacking curtains, they’d strip for bed by their windows almost as if performing for us. We kept our lights off so we could observe, naked, without getting caught. She’d stand naked at her window facing ours, and he’d come up behind her with his thick cock settling against her ass. She’d smile and press her big tits against the cool glass. He kissed her neck and pressed her full bush against the window until her dense nest flattened and let her thickened labia hump the glass. Every night, they seemed to get bolder. By their eighth night, we watched them fucking openly, saw their cum faces, and heard their moans build to climax. They made our sex so much more intense.

Even before meeting them, we wanted them in OFC (Our Fucking Club). Her shapely ass appealed to me as much as his appealed to Sue. After ten days, they seemed to resume working. She’d leave in blue scrubs, he in a suit. When they came home that night, Sue and I brought over a dish of brownies. We also wore shorts — Sue in a loose V-neck t-shirt over her braless B-cups, me in an oversized jersey. Jan answered the door, holding her halter against her chest.

Sue said, “Hi. We’re Sue and Stu, your neighbors over there. We waited to greet you with my prize-winning brownies. I made them vegan for you, just in case...”

She tied off her halter, letting one bare tit escape without apology. As she accepted the brownies, she smiled and said, “How sweet. We’re not vegan, but thanks. I love, meat. We’re Jan and Joe.” Her inflection surprised me. Both had changed into tiny shorts. Her camel toe began to swallow her seam; his thick, growing cock made tracks to escape out one leg. Neither seemed bothered by their obvious commando exposure. We should have known with their daily naked performances.

Though Sue and I are usually the aggressive ones when recruiting new members, we generally waited a few days before teasing, so I was leery about sitting and letting my cock escape so soon. Jan stared at my swelling bulge, Joe alternated between my wife’s camel toe and her stiff nipples. When they invited us in, we declined. Sue said, “We don’t want to interfere with your unpacking. I see you have much more to do. Please, come visit when you have a chance or just need a break.”

When I arrived home four days later, I found Jan and Sue giggling and drinking Port wine. “Well, hello, Jan. How are you, besides shit-faced?” She laughed.

“Hi, Stu. We been tawking about choo.” They both laughed. Both women were in tiny shorts, and both were in tube tops — my wife’s. Jan’s full C-cup tits stressed Sue’s bandeau. When Jan kept pulling it up, it crawled up her mounds, exposing the bottoms of her luscious tits, just stopping at her areolae. She casually risked letting both tits fall out the bottom, but waved her hand and gave up.

Sue wasn’t as drunk, so she continued. “Honey, I learned a lot abot our new friends. They know we been watching them every night. They be exhibitcyness — nope, ex-hib-ition-iz. Right? But only from a distance. They say they shy up close and won’t strip on they own. Jan says she want help with that. They fantasy is swinging. Jan is a nurse in the ER and is always cuttin peopulz clothes off.”

Jan chimed in, “Yes. We don’t say anyting even wen we see amazing stuff like giant tits with pebbly nips; ugly or really pretty pussies; cocks from teensy tiny introverts, to horse dongs that look sooo tasty. I get so turned on, I started going braless in oversized scribs so I can show off my tits to doctors and alert patients. My nips get har, and I love the embare-ass-ment.” She shut up and took a long sip.

I said, “Um, Sue, did you mention OFC to her? She’s too drunk to accept today, but she can think about it.” I explained our monthly themed meetings and our casual orgies. “Think about it and discuss it with Joe. We prefer having a couple join together to reduce conflicts.”

Jan blushed and said, “That sound like what we want, but I doubt Joe will go for it.” I helped her stand. “I better be gettin homes.”

“Jan, you’re in no shape to walk safely. Let me carry you home. Just don’t puke on me.”

She laughed and said, “OK, my sexy rescue man. Oh, Sue, here’s your bandeau.” She pulled the tube top over her head, making her tits bounce freely. “Are those my tits dancing? I always wanted to free them next to a stranger. Hell, you both seen all of me naked several times.” She thumbed her shorts.

I stopped her, “I’d love to see you naked close up, but I can wait until you’re not drunk. It’s legal here to be topless in public, but not bottomless. You can thank me later.”

She wobbled; I clutched her against me. Throwing her arms around my neck and her soft, warm tits against me, she said, “Or I can thank you now.” She kissed me with abandon. I smelled the sweet Port as I inhaled her warm breath, and I soon tasted it as she brushed my tongue with hers. Sue smiled. I returned the passionate kiss. Had I been wearing shorts, my cock would have found its way out the bottom. Jan felt my cock swell, so she squeezed it with a smile.