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Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 7
Dinner was an unforgettable experience for many different reasons. First there was the matter of Miriam and Carl, naked as jaybirds, playing grab-ass under the table like two oversexed teenagers. Then there were Terri and Traci, both sporting a set of perfect cone-shaped tits capped with the pinkest nipples I'd seen yet. Seated between these two visions of teenaged lust sat their brother, Michael, equally naked as his grandparents and obviously enjoying the attention he was getting from his two sisters. Thank goodness for Andrew and Sally, at least I wasn't the only one overdressed at the table.
The food was wonderful! I'd forgotten what a home cooked meal tasted like ever since I ran into Charlie and was swept off my feet by her smile, that blonde hair, those awesome tits and her ability to have sex by the hour and still come back for more ten minutes after I cried "uncle". Despite the competition from the naked flesh being displayed and the delightful aroma and taste of this marvelous food, it was the conversation that took the cake.
You talk about revelations, this one was right up there with Charlie's confession that she was a hopeless nymphomaniac but still wanted us to get married. The first bombshell that was dropped was the casual mention by Miriam that the twins were adopted. Then Sally chimed in and added that they had been shuffled from one set of foster parents to another ever since they lost their parents at the age of twelve. The last couple had the twins removed from them by the authorities once it was known that the husband was regularly forcing the girls to have sex with him. In addition the jealous wife was taking out her frustrations over this matter by brutalizing the girls, who at the time were a little more than six months past their thirteenth birthdays. I was to learn later that she had done some very serious damage to their mental capacity and it was not known at present whether they would ever fully recover from the trauma.
It took my breath away to realize the significance of what they'd revealed. Then the next bombshell exploded and nearly drove me screaming from the Tolliver home. It seems that the twins had developed an intense liking for what the husband had been doing to and for them. To me it sounded like they were budding nymphomaniacs, on their way to joining my wife as neighborhood punchboards ready and willing to drop their drawers at the slightest hint that the man or woman in their presence was even remotely interested in cohabitating with one or both of them. I for one would have been first on that line. It was unbelievable to watch the girls fooling around with Michael and begin to understand that he was doing his bit to keep them sexually satisfied. Then I remembered a comment they had made about him going off to college. Immediately I knew that the Tolliver family was already auditioning for his replacement, and miracle of miracles I might be on the short list.
My eyes went around the table and it became apparent that every male member of this extended family was doing his part to make the twins happy. This was in truth a loving family in all respects. Based on the small smiles that crossed the faces of the distaff side of the family, it was also obvious that the ladies were four square behind their men in this matter. I almost became totally discombobulated by this admission to me, almost a perfect stranger. That also reminded me that upon first meeting Sally, I totally forgot the names of her adopted children, but came close enough for her to let my mistake slide. Toni and Tina indeed, you talk about being off-base. The more I thought of that, the more I realized that they knew much more about Charlie and I than they were letting on at this little meeting of the minds. It was Miriam, the outspoken matriarch of the family who let the cat out of the bag.
"We are looking for a very special man to handle our little ones in the absence of Michael. From all we have learned to date, you seem to have some very unique qualifications based on your marriage experience. None of us have ever known anyone like the girls. We are so very happy that they are with us, but we have no experience in dealing with their special needs, the same needs your dear wife has as well."
You could have heard a pin drop. Suddenly they were all business, even the twins. What's a fella to do? I said I'd have to talk things over with Charlie and based on that I'd give them an answer by the end of the week. Miriam thought I was doing the right thing, but there was a little more to this decision than just mine. The women of the family would have the final say in this matter. The only way to know truly how well I could cope with the twins was to demonstrate my ability to deal with them in the friendly field of strife known as the bedroom. Charlie was welcome to participate, but this was strictly my trial by fire, so to speak. The rest of the meal was excellent, although I was so engrossed in planning what to say to Charlie, that I hardly remember much of it, except when Terri and Traci swapped juicy kisses as they took turns passing a piece of fruit back and forth between their luscious mouths.
After dinner there was a liqueur and some conversation that did not address what had been broached at the dinner table. I found myself paying a great deal of attention to Miriam Simpson, sort of casing the joint in the argot of the criminal. The more I saw of the way she moved that firm naked body, the more interested I became in seeing what she could deliver in bed. I'd never boinked someone that old in my life, but I found myself eager for the opportunity. Carl took me aside and gave me the lowdown on his hot nudist wife.
" We've been doing the nasty as a couple for over forty years if you can believe Miriam is that old. She was a little under the legal age for the time, but that didn't bother us, we were in lust. Love came a few years later once we'd done it all twice and not just with each other as partners. You might call us the precursors to today's swingers and wife swappers who are out front with their life style and could care less about who knows about it. What made us so special was that we infiltrated the nudist movement and worked from within to change their rather rigid attitude towards sex and nudism."
" We kept a running count of our conquests. Our goal was to seduce at least two new people for every visit we made to the various camps and resorts that catered to nudists. After two years and eight countries, Miriam had over two hundred faithful male followers who couldn't get enough of that firm, curvy, naked body she offered to all who would listen to our view of the nudist world. I couldn't keep up with her because I spent too much energy doing Miriam rather than proselytizing to the interested women who were eager to put some adventure into their dull, clean-living lives that seemed to preclude sex as one of the contact sports for nudists. Finally we had enough followers to break off from the main organization and formally begin our splinter movement. We've been ostracized by some, but welcomed by others. Our life has been far from boring. Somehow we even managed to find time to have Sally. Would you believe that Miriam was still taking on all comers, so to speak, up to six weeks before she delivered her first and last."
" Let me tell you something young man, you may think Miriam is old and creaky, but wait until you find your dick so limp she can and will tie it into a knot to show you she's still got all the get-up and go she needs to take care of any stud who confronts her in the arena of sexual combat. Just remember what I said if you have the chance to enjoy all her experience and a pussy that 's still tight thanks to the recent vaginal rejuvenation I gave her for her last birthday when she turned fifty-eight."
More stuff to chew on, I thought to myself. I was getting eager to meet Miriam on her own territory. If I could survive Charlie when she was horny and still hiding her little secret from me, I could handle a woman twice Charlie's age and then some and survive her as well. That was the pep talk I gave myself upon getting back home and having it sink in that I was making a commitment fraught with danger from all sides. The fact that my dear tramp of a whore of a wife was nowhere to be found and it was nearly ten, made me irritated.
What was this all about? I knew what I was getting in for once I agreed to do my best to roll with the punches whenever my wife had one of her relapses. On second thought what then was normal? Was it possible that my wife's whoring around was normal, and anything else should be considered a relapse? When was I going to ever learn? I was tempted to call Marilyn Connor and see if she would agree to provide some pussy in advance, deducting it from what I was scheduled to receive at her little soiree. I thought better of that. I also knew there was no sense leaving my helpmate a note, she never read anything I wrote, always insisting that I call her at the office. The only problem with that was she was rarely there for obvious reasons. Life with Charlie could be a bitch at times, and this was one of those times.
With the assistance of a double bourbon I fell into bed and slept fitfully until the next morning when the alarm brought me back to reality and the discovery that my trampy slut of a faithless wife was probably still cavorting with her fans, having lost all track of time. I presumed that because she was doing Nelson a favor, all would be well if she didn't make it in on time today. I decided to try and call my wife at work just for the hell of it. I wonder what string of lies those answering her phone would give me today. You can imagine my shock when Charlie answered the phone early in the afternoon and acted for all the world as if nothing had happened.
I insisted that she come home straight away after work, and got a long pause before she mentioned that she had a few dates lined up of new friends at work who needed her particular services. Once those obligations were honored then she would return to our little love nest and discuss anything my little heart desired. I winced and for just a moment thought of reading her the riot act. Then I realized she would just wish me to have a good day, hang up and do exactly what she was going to do. Then and only then, unless she had a better offer, would she come home and make it all up to me. The make up part always got me horny, and this was no exception. I felt like one of those lab rats hitting the bar to get my fix, but what a fix it might be this time!
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
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