The Neighbors

"It was so funny waking up surrounded by lights and wires and microphones," Rob said.

"I'm glad the cameras weren't there," Lori said. "I'm not a pretty sight in the morning. I did my makeup the same today; I should probably do that, right?"

"Oh, yeah," I said. "That's a good idea." It gave me a chance to look at her face a little more openly and blatantly. It makes me happy, Lori's face. It's pretty in a, dare I say, motherly kind of way. I guess that's what happens when you get to be fifty and beyond. Rob looks fatherly. He's fit, though; not at all heavy. A little soft, but not flabby. But Lori's face is special, to me anyway. I love how I can read it, and how her eyes sparkle, even in the shade of the big umbrella.

"You didn't wear your swimsuit," she said to me. "We'll be taking some breaks, right? I'm not going to be able to...go for hours on end."

Her readable face blushed again, the way I love. She was a shy porn star, and I was beginning to think that was the best kind.

"Speaking of going at it," Rob said, "what do you have planned for us today?"

"Oh. I was thinking doggy style. We should definitely get that in the mix. It's a classic, and cowgirl, too. We'll see how the time goes today. Maybe some other things."

"Nice," Rob said. "We're looking forward to all of it. We told you about the kids, and how things have gotten a little routine. We've been just missionary and Lori on top for years now, with some oral to spice things up. Not wild oral like last night. I love what you call cowgirl, but Lori rarely sits up that way."

"Are we giving away all our secrets?" Lori asked, smiling softly like she was okay with it. "This is like sex counseling or something." She sipped her coffee and Rob went silent. "I'm not complaining," she said. "Go on. Tell him what you want to tell him."

"I was just going to say that doggy style was a position we used during Lori's two pregnancies," Rob said. "It's a way you can keep a bit of a sexlife going, but then, after the births, I guess we sort of associated it with that and stopped doing it. It's a classic, you say, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Definitely. It's a porn favorite."

"Is it what you like, when you're watching porn?" Lori asked, looking genuinely curious.

I nodded and I felt myself blushing. Lori looked quietly happy when she saw it.

"Here I thought you were a tit man, and it turns out you're an ass man, too," Rob said, smirking. "No wonder last night was so good...for all of us."

It made me uncomfortable knowing that he knew that watching Lori had made me cum. I scolded myself, as I sat there, for being so unprofessional.

"Well, what do you think?" he said. "Is the production company ready to do some work?"

Lori laughed. "Work? It's the best job you've ever had, mister."

"I know!" he said, smiling. "Let's punch the clock and make a dirty movie!"

I followed them, into the house, up the stairs, to their bedroom. It surprised me when we walked in, how different it felt being there during the day, bright sunlight streaming in through the windows, the bed neatly made, with none of Rob and Lori's top-shelf alcohol in my system.

"There's a few things we need to do," I said, looking around. "I need you guys to pull the shades and the curtains and, if you have any dark colored blankets, hang them over the windows. We need to make it nighttime again, as best we can. While you're doing that I'll get the cameras set up and I'll use last night's files to get the room and the bed looking the same."

"We're on it," Robert said.

We all scurried around like a real crew, and as we got closer and closer to go-time I could feel the energy level rise in the room, the way it does in the TV studio. It was way different, though, because Lori, in her tight capris and her bare feet, was looking sexier and sexier to me, and I knew the time was coming when I was going to be able to tell Rob to put his big cock inside her.

"You guys both need wet hair," I said, "but you can towel off your bodies and get the hair so it's not dripping."

"Oh, right!" Rob said, smiling. "I almost forgot I've got a blowjob in my pool to look forward to, don't I. I've always wanted to get frisky out there. Maybe it'll start something."

"Yeah, we'll see, you old horn-dog," Lori said to him. She smiled and winked at me. Was it a clue, telling me to keep my eyes looking out my back window in the future? Maybe my horny mind was just imagining that kind of delightful voyeurism.

We all finished our preparations and then it was time. Lori and Rob emerged from the bathroom, Lori slipped out of her robe and I watched in awe as her naked body reacted. A blush pinkened her face and the upper part of her chest, and goosebumps rose on almost every bit of her. Her nipples came to life in that stunning way that they do, and her posture straightened, lifting her amazing goosebumpy breasts higher. All the breath went out of me, but I tried to maintain some composure. Lori didn't stare, but she watched me. I think she liked seeing how she befuddled me.

"We can get all fancy and try and make the scenes flow into one another," I said, "or I can just use editing to dissolve from one position to another. I think that'll be fine, and it's easier."

"It's your vision, Ev," Robert said, standing there naked like it was a normal thing to do. His cock was long, and half-hard already, aided by Viagra no doubt.

To keep visual continuity in all the scenes, I held the laptop in my hand and looked back and forth between it and both of them. "Is it all right if I...fix your hair."

Lori nodded, so I went to her. I couldn't help but think, and be embarrassed by the thought, that we probably should have done this when she'd still had her robe on. But here we were, inches away from each other, her fully nude. Touching her sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I think through her, too. I had to finger her hair pretty thoroughly to get the clumping similar to yesterday's look, and both of us seemed to enjoy it; Lori's eyes were all sparkly again. I thought of asking her to do Robert's hair, but I wanted to be the one to do hers each time, so I did his, too. It was awkward, with his big cock looming between us. I finished quickly.

"The energy level was high where we left off last night," I said, "so let's jump right into doggy style fucking. Lori, get yourself into position, and I'll see where you need to be for the cameras."

She got onto the bed silently, on her knees. She went down on all fours, hands and knees, and her big tits hung under her like a dream. My tight boxer-briefs and thick bluejeans started to do their work, holding my growing cock at bay. I made my way around to all the cameras to have a look-see, and asked her to move closer to the center of the bed and turn a little, diagonally.

"Good. Yeah, that's a good spot," I said. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got some more suggestions about your body position."

"Show me how it looks good," she said. "I asked Rob last night; he says you can adjust me."

There was a smoldering, quiet excitement in her voice and her eyes when she said it, and I heard it in her breathing. I looked at Rob.

"Go for it, brother," he said. "You're the expert."

It was an assignment I hadn't even dreamt of. Hands-on direction, with naked Lori. I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but I moved in anyway, slowly and tentatively. I put a knee on the bed next to her and I leaned in.

"The back arch is really important," I said, feeling the warmth of her skin as I pushed the curve of her spine downward. "I know it sounds dumb, but it makes all the difference. So, you probably know all this from when you used to use this position, but...there's three ways you can go — up on your hands, down on your elbows, and all the way down with your shoulders and head on the bed. They're all plenty hot looking, especially if your back's got a nice curve to it, like this. When you're up on all fours like this your...tits look amazing, and when you're down your ass does. We want to play to all your strengths, visually, so...equal time maybe, if you think of it."

"Down...like this?" she asked, settling herself with shoulders down on the bed, her head comfortably sideways, and her ass up proudly, beautifully ready for a doggy style entry. "Does my back look good?"

I pushed it down into an even lower arch.

"Oh, wow," she said. "Really? I feel like I'm all ass."

"That's the idea, hun," Robert said. "I'm pretty sure this is the ass lover's position, and I'm fuckin' loving it. You look unbelievably hot."

"What about my legs," she asked, looking up at me sideways, with sexy eyes.

"That's all variable," I said. "Knees tight together will make your...pussy look tighter, and then you can widen them as much as you want. You can even go prone, with legs together, or legs wide."

"Prone? Show me."

I put my hand on the side of her ass, round and smooth and warm, and I took hold of her leg near her knee and pulled it to spread her wider. She matched it with her other leg. We went wider, and wider, until she was flat on her belly with her knees out as wide as she could get them, with her feet and ankles up in the air. Her fantastically visible pussy glistened with wetness, begging for a cock.

"Oh my God," she said quietly. "A guy can...fuck me this way?"

I pushed down on her back and she got the idea, arching it down into the soft mattress, rotating her ass upward, beautifully fuckable.

"Wow!" she said quietly. "This is a position! "

"Oh, yeah," Rob said. "We're doin' that."

"Rob, I want you to think about those same things," I said to him. "Think about the line of your back. There's nothing uglier than a naked guy who's all hunched over like Quasimodo."

"Are you guys done looking at me," Lori said, smirking shyly. "Can I get up now?"

"I get to look at you every day, hun, but Ev might want another minute or two."

She wiggled her beautiful wide-spread ass as she got her knees back under her, and she sat up to let her blood redistribute. She was pink all over. Have I mentioned Lori's tan lines yet? She's beautifully two-tone; a deep tan from weeks in the sun, with the creamiest, milky-whitest breasts, punctuated with those big, dark areolas that make me crazy. Her bikini bottom area is milky white, too, and her pussy is dark fleshed and big lipped, with puffy mounds either side of it. I'll be dreaming about every inch of her for months and probably years.

I gave Rob some direction about the penetration. Slow, I said. Tease her. Lori looked bashful again, but ready. I told them we might need to do some pure penetration scenes, with closer-up cameras, and she moaned a little.

I called "action," and at long last I heard the beautiful noises Lori makes when a big cock fucks her. I had so much to think about I could barely keep up with the plain and simple watching I wanted to do. I wanted to soak it all in, the live event, the first real live fucking I'd ever seen in person. And it was my new favorite woman being fucked.

She was up on all fours at first, her moans escaping her mouth on warm breaths as the fucking commenced, her shoulders back and her back arched just like I'd instructed. Her neck was elongated like a fashion model and her face looked happily surprised. Maybe she'd forgotten how deep a man goes in that position, or maybe she was surprised by how much her tits were swinging, with a camera directly off to her side to capture the beauty of it. Or maybe she was surprised, yet again, to be doing it all with me standing there.

It was beautiful fucking; there's no more succinct way of putting it. Rob knows his stuff, and his big cock thrust into Lori's pussy deeply, with a smooth, mid-tempo rhythm. Lori responded the way I wish every woman would, letting her whole body in on the fun, her whole mind. When she gave herself over to it, she was there, floating on the lifting wave. Dropping to her elbows, her tits kept swinging, her big nipples grazing the bedsheet, and I imagined what she was feeling, the tingle of the friction that the cool cotton put into them. Nipples fascinate me, and Lori's are spectacular.

Rob's fucking reached a galloping pace, Lori's moans coming freer and freer, lovely and louder, and she began to gasp for breath. Her hands started to give away the intensity of the fire building inside her, fingers clutching at the bed sheet, knuckles whitening. Robert's moans joined with hers and I glanced at the microphones, glad they were there to capture it all. It was Lori I wanted to hear — her mouth sounds, and her pussy sounds; wet noises and squishy sounds; the sound of a big cock fucking her depths, and the beguiling whimpers of her building orgasm. She dropped lower, shoulders on the bed, head turned away from me, arms outstretched and white knuckles gripping. She fucked Robert as much as he was fucking her, her womanly hips swiveling under his holding hands, meeting his thrusts; her whole body was writhing as the orgasm rose up within her. She lifted her head and turned it and her amazed-looking face was there, breaking the rule again, her eyes looking right into mine. I reached for my hard, aching crotch again because I knew she wanted me to. Robert was fucking with full-bodied energy, his body slapping loudly against hers, and he saw where my hand was. He wasn't hidden underneath her this time, he was up, fucking and moaning, watching her watch me when her orgasm overtook her. It was a special one, an orgasm different than the ones she'd already shown me. Rob fucked her hard, with thudding energy, and she writhed with it, riding, floating, still fucking. Her hips had energy that wouldn't quit, and her breathy gurgles and gasping, inward screams sounded like she looked — wide eyed, darkly flaming, a lusty woman just learning how amazing it can be.

Lori's body quieted, her eyelids drooped, and Robert continued fucking her, slower, easing her down from her lofty peak. "You're amazing," he said to her, lovingly breathless. "I want to fuck you a thousand times."

I smiled. It was a perfect line and I wondered if he'd planned to say it. Lori saw me smile, still watching me with her half-lidded eyes, and she smiled, too.

"Cut," I said, lost in the beauty of her. She was getting to me again.

Lori moaned when Robert backed his cock out of her. It looked more like a porn cock than ever, slippery, and reddened, and even bigger than it'd been before, truly porn-worthy, and Lori's glistening pussy looked ever so succulent.

"You didn't cum," I said to Rob. "You're a better man than me."

Lori's eyes widened, still looking into mine. "Did you? " she asked.

"No!" I said, embarrassed. "I meant, if I'd been......I would have."

Her eyes flared and her smile changed. Happier, maybe. Her head was still down on the bed and her ass was still up. She looked like she was in a fuzzy dreamland, and Rob looked like he was there, too, stroking his slippery cock slowly with his hand.

"Rob, you good to go?" I asked, quickly moving one of my cameras.

"Always," he said, breathing deep.

"Get back in her, just like that, and fuck her until she's down prone, flat on her stomach like I showed her. Is it okay to cum inside her?"

He and Lori both nodded.

I said, "Do it, but not too deep, you know what I mean? And then, after you cum, pull out and move out of the way. Lori, as soon as Rob's out of the way, keep things spread open wide so there's a good view, and see if you can squeeze some of the cum out of you, with just your inside muscles. I'll be zoomed in. It's called a cream pie."

"A what? " she giggled.

"A cream pie. Trust me. It'll be great."

I called "action" and Lori moaned so gutturaly when Rob's hot cock bottomed out inside her I got goosebumps. The close quarters of our intimate little porn shoot felt warm with humidity and I could smell her sex. Soon Lori was down flat on her stomach, prone, with her thighs spread wide and her feet in the air. She grunted with each of Rob's thrusts, each time he bottomed. Her ass was turned up, so sexy and fuckable, and she was limp, with her arms at her sides, like a very happy ragdoll. I think Rob liked it. His moans matched her grunts and soon he was giving it to her hard, flexing the big mattress with each of his powerful thrusts, making the bed beg for mercy. Lori shrieked, "Oh!... God!... Oh!... God!..." over and over. The room felt overloaded with energy, and Rob kept at it, hard fucking that was wonderfully intense. Lori absorbed it beautifully as the energy built, and built, and built, but then she seemed like she was at the limit of what she could take. Rob bellowed loud and his quick thudding thrusts changed in rhythm. He wasn't as deep and he was cumming, letting Lori's squeezing pussy milk his pulsing cock. His face showed the ecstasy of it, and then he was out, and he moved away, and I zoomed in with my camera's lens, slowly, smoothly. The muscles in Lori's thighs twitched with lingering orgasmic energy; she'd cum again, maybe more than once. She moaned quietly, my microphones capturing the spine-tingling sound, my camera's frame nearly filled with her shining wet pussy and the tender flesh around it. It looked alive and raw, and then I saw it — Rob's cum, milky and oozing, leaking out of her.

—

I'm sure a psychiatrist would have had a fascinating time probing the minds of the three of us during that two week period in our lives. After the exuberant energy and wide-eyed thrill of the doggy style and prone position fucking scenes we'd just shot, two of the three of us went all bashful again. Robert was the one who didn't succumb to it. He walked tall, as usual, and his voice was the same confident one that I imagined him having in the boardroom at work when he was winning building contracts. He wasn't at all arrogant, but after the session he had the air of a man who'd just had great sex with his good woman. It was interesting how sharing it all with me seemed to suit him, and I wondered if I'd be anything like him if I was the married one and he was the camera-wielding neighbor.

Lori, on the other hand, turned bashful and reverted to her mothering instincts. She put on fuzzy slippers and a robe, and she cinched it tight. I was quietly fiddling with my cameras when she emerged from the bathroom with her makeup touched up and her hair brushed out. Her face and her upper chest were still blushed with inner heat, and her voice was quiet and soft and lovely.

"I'll make us some dinner," she said. "Evan, do you like chicken parmesan?"

Rob put on the clothes he'd started the day in, a pair of old shorts and a comfortable old polo shirt, and the three of us went downstairs. He and I chatted in the kitchen, about the colleges we went to, while Lori started her seemingly effortless food preparation. It took a while before she and I made solid eye contact with each other. It happened after Rob had drifted away, to the bar to make us drinks, leaving Lori and me alone in the kitchen.

"Did you have fun at college?" she asked, picking up on the conversation she'd been listening to. She was turned away from me, facing the two pans and one pot she had going on the stove.

"Oh, sure," I said. "Yeah, it was great."

"Did you lose your virginity there?"

I smiled. "I did, yeah. High school was a washout in that department."

"What was she like?" Lori asked, still facing her sizzling pans and bubbling pot.

"Really skinny, with glasses. A book reader, like you."

"Skinny's not like me."

I felt a flush of heat rush through me. "You're...a woman. She was a girl."

"You must have a lot of sex now," Lori said. "You know all the moves."

"No," I said. "It's been months, actually. Close to a year if I'm being honest. I told you, I watch a lot of porn."