Hey Neighbors!

Years ago, my ex and I were both military and our neighbors across the street were the same, about 5 years younger than we were.  We had grown to be good friends in the year since they had moved in, had keys to each others' houses and would feed dogs and check mail for each other during deployments or when we traveled out of town.  Before you ask, of course I searched their bedroom night stand drawers for accessories and was not disappointed in the least to discover "Kelly" had a small collection of toys, obviously in regular use.  I guess she didn't always clean them completely afterwards and the musty smell was very nice.   I first thought of Kelly in a sexual way when she was hanging out one afternoon in the front yard with my ex and one of Kelly and Kurt's dogs.  She was wearing gray sweat pants and sitting cross-legged (we called it Indian style as kids) and when I looked down I saw one of the most well defined camel toes I've ever seen.  It was the image fap-fantasies are made of and it burned into my spankbank, I still see it vividly to this day.  Of course, I had already seen and sniffed her toys at this point so when I was able to visualize the site of their application I was immediately aroused!   In the mid to late 90s, home computers were still a bit uncommon and the internet was nothing like we experience today.  The old dial-up modems, AOL, obsolete search engines, and incredibly slow download speeds really inhibited porn consumption, but in some ways it was more exciting.  Some of my favorite early sites would have small thumbnail views that you could click on, then sit back and wait for the full size image to download line by line.  It was slow and painstaking, but for edging sessions the timing was pretty good.   We had converted our 2 car garage into a den of sorts and I had a computer out there where I'd sit and browse the limited selection of porn.  I had a southwestern style blanket with a hole in the center to throw over your head that worked like a basic poncho.  In the cooler months, I'd wear that around the house and discovered it made quite a nice privacy tent for some pantsless internet surfing.  My ex usually sat on the front porch talking to her mom long distance, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer.  I'd be in the den, downloading random images, squeezing my cock head under the poncho, looking for that "perfect" image to tribute with a cum fountain.   One the first interesting occasion, Kelly had come over and my ex told her to go on in and help herself to a beer out fo the fridge.  I was in my usual location, poncho on with no pants, cock in one hand and computer mouse in the other.  Kelly went in the kitchen but I thought it was my ex so I didn't really look up or think too much of it.  She came strolling across the garage, opening the beer and I assumed it was my ex so I didn't try to close the web browser but stopped stroking under the blanket anyway.  I absently asked what she was up to and as I looked up I was shocked to see Kelly, eyes transfixed on the screen, pace slowing, and she sort of mumbled something like "oh wow, what is that program"?  I'm certain my face flushed 10 shades of red and I instantly worried that she'd notice my bare leg and hip from the open side of the poncho.  I don't remember what image was on the screen, probably a pussy close-up or cumshot but she was memorized.  I sort of half stammered something about I had accidently clicked on something and this popped up.  Kelly and Kurt didn't have a computer yet at home so probably had no idea what could be seen on the www.  Her focus shifted and I realized she had assessed the situation and she sort of half smiled and teasingly said, "what are you doing under the you dirty old man"? while she pointed at the bulge in the blanket made by my hand, arm, and cock.   Just when things couldn't get more awkward, the front door opened and in walked Kurt and my ex making small talk.  Kelly told Kurt to "come check this out" so of course he and my ex came right over.  I saw my ex immediately knew what I had been up to, it was a pretty regular pastime, and she sort of smiled knowing I was now completely busted.  Kurt didn't seem to notice my pre-dick-ament as his gaze was transfixed by the image on the screen.  Kelly told him I found it on the internet and he immediately wanted to see how that worked.  My ex, being the gracious host brought out the chairs from around the dining room table and I became a pantsless tour guide with a hard cock covered by a half blanket.   Everyone got comfortable, drinking beer, shouting out requests for things to search for and download.  As it got dark outside, the garage also got darker.  Kelly was the first to ask if there were any more blankets like the one I had.  My ex when and got one for Kelly and one for herself.  Kelly and Kurt scooted their chairs close together to my right and my ex sat to my left.  We surfed and laughed, I had gone half soft from nerves but after a while it sort of got quiet and I was just clicking on image after image.  At some point I thought I heard a rhythmic sound from the right, but it was faint and unclear.  At the thought of someone else touching themselves, I stiffened again and began slow, methodical head squeezing with my left hand, not wanting to make any obvious movements.  The I noticed my ex was obviously doing something under her blanket, there was a very rhythmic movement on her right side and her gaze had grown distant.   We got into a batch of pics with lots of cum, cumshots, and precum - which is still one of my favorite categories.  Kurt blurted out "Oh Kelly LOVES precum but doesn't really like actual cum".  That broke the tension and we all got a little laugh out of it.  I looked over (mainly to see what that sound had been) and noticed Kelly's face had gone pretty red, she her legs were stretched out straight in front of her and slightly apart, they were sharing the blanket and there was plenty of movement underneath from both of them.  Kelly asked my ex to confirm that precum is better than actual cum, and she laughed and said they were both about the same and didn't mind, then I foolishly interjected that Kelly was just being prudish, it all comes from the same place so there's no way it could taste any different.  I guess I opened Pandora's box.   Kelly asked "how do you know, have you ever tasted it?"  I had tasted my precum before and found it mostly bland, maybe like tears taste or when its really cold outside and a bit of post nasal drip makes into your mouth.  But here I was, in mixed company and false bravado prevented me from admitting it in front of Kurt, I wasn't sure if that was "cool" or not so I just said no, I had never tried it.  Kelly said it was very unfair to expect anyone else to taste or even swallow my cum if I wasn't willing to at least taste it.  Then she threw Kurt right under the bus, "Kurt regularly tastes his own precum and I've shared a mouthful of his cum before!"  At this my ex made a bit of an audible moan and I could tell she was really getting into it and starting to care less if anyone else knew.  I was fully hard at the reality of the moment and felt pretty sure there was ample precum available if anyone wanted a taste.  Kelly said, go ahead Kurt, show them its OK to taste.  My ex and I both almost broke our necks to look over at them.  Kurt shrugged, pulled the blanket away a bit (still concealing what they had under it) then brought his right forefinger up, in the computer monitor light I you could discern a little dab of clearish fluid and he said "ladies first" and pushed it towards Kelly.  Without hesitation she sucked his finger right into her mouth and moaned approvingly.  I damn near came all over myself at that point so I had to stop all movement.  Kurt reached back down and Kelly said your turn, he did something for a second then brought up another rivulet of fluid and placed it on his tongue.  My ex started audible moaning at that point, obviously not caring anymore if anyone knew she was clicking her mouse.  Then Kelly looked right at me and said, OK, now its your turn.  I was so turned on I didn't care anymore so I squeezed up my cock from the base and felt a small stream of precum cover my awaiting fingers.  I brought out my right hand and at least 3 of my fingers were adequately coated with the shiny fluid.  I licked each finger like I was cleaning off ice cream and have to admit I actually enjoyed the taste in that moment.  As I did this, my ex began to buck and moan, at which point Kelly leaned back and gave up being quiet.  I heard the feminine fap fap fap sound of fingers slapping back and forth across labia and knew I would cum with even the slightest stimulation.  At this point, Kurt pushed the blanket off, stood up over Kelly and started pumping his cock at her face.   I observed so much in such a short flash of time by computer monitor light.  Kelly had managed to get her sweatpants down below her knees, her pussy was clean shaven, her labia majora were the biggest I'd ever seen, which confirmed the camel toe I had already observed.  She was pressing her left hand into her left hip, with her right hand she had her middle and index finger extended between her labia moving left and right at an incredibly high rate of speed, blistering her clit.  Kurt was neatly trimmed around his cock but left some hair on his sack.  His balls had retracted almost all the way back inside the same way mine do when I'm close to cumming.  His cock was about the same size as mine and when he came it shot out in little watery jets or spritzing as I've seen it called lately on the internet.  As he starting spritzing her face, she opened her mouth and he shot half a dozen good squirts into her mouth, the rest trailed off and hit her chin, shirt then ended up dribbling down his hand.   Having seen this, my ex threw her blanket aside revealing her pants down below her knees and using a very similar technique as Kelly,  I figured it was my turn so I stood up and tossed the poncho over my shoulder like a cheesy western movie gunslinger.  Knowing I had been edging for several hours, and knowing the velocity and distance I usually came, I had a moment's hesitation where I desperately wanted to blast a few jets on Kelly's dancing hand and fat labia, not worried about friendly fire of hitting Kurt too, but my inner voice said that was probably bad manners so I turned my dripping, hard, swollen headed cock towards my ex and let loose one of the biggest torrents of cum streams I've ever managed.  The first few blasts actually went over her head, then into her hair, face, shirt and I managed 2 good shots right on her had as it feverishly worked her clit, finally tapering down to just some pulsing drips as the moment subsided.  I collapsed back into my chair and ended up watching Kelly finish herself off because I'd seen my ex before and was sure I would again.  Kurt was equally memorized watching my ex for probably the same reasons.  My ex started cumming first, I think the warm shower and musty aroma of semen permeating the garage sent her over the edge.  Once she started, Kelly went over the edge too.  There is nothing better than sitting between two women covered in fresh cum, jilling themselves off in unison!   Withing a few minutes it all got very awkward and our neighbors excused themselves and headed home.  My ex went and showered and I was left to clean up and put away the furniture.  It was a little odd seeing and smelling another guy's cum all over the blanket they were using, but not unpleasant.  I put all the blankets in the wash, proudly observed the over spray on the garage floor behind where my ex had been seated and called it a night.   That's the end of this story, but not the end of THE story...