When I first moved to Chapel Hill, I was bored as hell. Most of the women in my neighborhood were housewives who wanted to spend their time at the salon or the mall. Even the parties were lame. Everyone stood around in their J. Jill ensembles, sipping champagne spritzers and talking about how proud they were of their boring husbands.

My husband, kids, and I had moved to Chapel Hill because he got a job at the university. We were fun and artsy. We loved good music and getting drunk. I must admit, when Dave, my husband, first bought this place, we stood out on the beautiful wide deck and admired the green lush land that seemed to be hidden away from the eyes of the neighborhood. Woods encroached on the land, sheltering our house from prying eyes. Here in the yard, I felt as if we were living in some remote wilderness. I imagined the wonderful parties we could host. Hidden from the real world, our friends could let loose and who knows what would happen? Our conversation had me so turned on. When Dave hugged me from behind, I felt that he was just as excited.

I turned around and passionately kissed him.
“Joy,” he said. He was getting ready to remind me that we had to get back to the university for his orientation. I put my finger on his lips to shut him up. His mouth erupted into a gorgeous smile.

I got down on my knees and unzipped the fly of his jeans. I took out his dick and began to caress it, massage it with my strong tongue. My husband’s legs trembled, letting me know he was beyond enjoying our new backyard. I sucked him off until he squirted jiz all over the new deck. Both of us looked around then. We were all alone. No one had seen a thing.

When he started his job, I spent the days by myself tanning on the deck and looking out over the beautiful yard. Then I made a friend.

I had been in the grocery store on a Tuesday morning, reading the backs of several bottles of mixers, seeing which called for the most alcohol. A woman with a full shopping cart stopped to introduce herself.

“I’m Susan,” she said. “I’ve noticed you in the neighborhood.”

I smiled, but inside I groaned. She was eyeing the margarita mix in my hand and I wondered what she’d tell all of her friends about the new neighbor, out buying drinks before noon.

“Planning a party?” she asked, nodding to my bottle. I thought about her question. If I said yes, she would probably expect to be invited, and I had no interest in hanging out with the bores in the neighborhood. If I said no, she would presume that I was an alcoholic and not bother with me.

“Nope,” I said easily. “This is all for me. My husband’s at work and I plan to sit out on my deck all day and get wasted.”

I expected her to shoot me a condescending look and push her cart away. Instead, she smiled. I saw then that she wasn’t dressed quite as hoity toity as the other ladies I had seen in Chapel Hill. She wore a tie dye tank top and jeans. I noticed the edge of a tattoo on her breast.

“Want some company?” she asked.

I’ve always been one for taking chances, and I had to admit that life in Chapel Hill would be better with friends. I invited her to come over and wrote down my address on a slip of paper.

“There are a few us,” she said stopping to think about her words, “who like to get together and talk about,” she stopped again, considering my face, “well, anything other than all the other boring housewives talk about around here.”

“Bring ‘em,” I said happily. This woman was quickly confirming that Chapel Hill might not be such a bad place. As the woman walked away, I bought several different kinds of mixers and made another quick stop to buy more liquor. Back at the house, I pulled out beach chairs and put a few cds in the player. Then I made myself a drink and went outside to enjoy the warm air.

After my first drink, I heard the doorbell and went in to answer. Five women stood on my front porch.

“Joy,” Susan said, “This is Patty, Joan, Margaret, and Maria.” Joan held up a fifth of Bacardi and smiled. All of the women looked chill and laid back. They wore relaxed, beachy clothes and showed a lot of skin

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” she said. I led them to the kitchen and offered them drinks from my pitcher of margaritas. We killed that pitcher just standing around introducing ourselves. They moved around my kitchen easily, the way my friends at home would, pulling my blender out from and whipping up a fresh pitcher of frozen drinks.

An hour later, we were lying drunkily in the chairs I had spread out over the deck. All of the women had husbands and kids that were at school and work. We soaked in the sun. Susan had been the first one to take off her top, and then I noticed that I was the only woman in the group with tan lines. We all took off our tops. One of the women commented on my sexy pale breasts, and I blushed.

“Susan, do you have a date with Peter tonight?” Margaret asked.

“Yes,” Susan smiled.

“Is Peter your husband?” I asked politely.

“Nope,” Margaret answered, and all of the women laughed. My eyes grew wide.

“Tell me all about it,” I said.

Margaret smiled and told me about her young lover. A student at the local college, he had been playing volleyball at the town pool and he kept checking her out. I looked at her body when she said this. She did have quite a nice figure. Despite having three kids, her stomach was flat. Her boobs were fake and perfect. Even without makeup, her face looked gorgeous. Plus, she had a constant smile. I could tell she liked a good time.

“What’s Peter like?” I asked.

“Young, dumb, and full of cum,” Maria said.

“He is hard to satisfy,” Susan said, “but then, so am I. We’re not fooling around with dinner or anything anymore. We go straight to his dorm now, and he hangs his boxers over the doorknob, although I caught his roommate peeking more than once.”

Maybe these Chapel Hill ladies weren’t as whitebread as I’d thought.

“You want to share any sexy stories?” Susan asked me.

I didn’t cheat on my husband. I didn’t need to. He was great in bed and never turned me away. But I did want to participate.

“I sucked my husband’s cock right where you’re sitting,” I said. The women laughed.

“I thought it felt a little sticky over here,” she said.

“I thought it was my turn,” Joan said. “I have a really good story this week.”

We all turned our attention to Joan. She coughed and took a long sip of her drink, finishing all that was left in the tall thin glass.

“I’m going to need another to tell this story,” she said. She passed her glass to me and I filled it.

“So my husband and I were entertaining last weekend. Ryan, his old buddy from college came into town and asked if he could stay with us. Of course we said yes. The kids were still at camp and we have tons of room. I got the spare room all set up and when he showed up,” she paused and took a long sip. “Oh my god, he was hot. He was built like a Playgirl model. I noticed right away that he had a wedding ring, but that didn’t stop me from getting juicy as a peach every time he came into a room where I was.”

“At dinner, we drank two bottles of wine and then Ryan told me stories about my husband and him in college. They were quite the Cassanovas, working as each other’s wing man, and even having threesomes with some of the girls they met.”

“After a whole day with Ryan and the tales of their college fucking, I was so turned on, I practically raped my husband that night. He didn’t mind though, not even when I told him having his friend in the house had me hot.”

“’Hear that?’ my husband said and I heard Ryan laughing in the next room. He had heard everything.”

“The next day I was getting breakfast ready when Ryan came into the kitchen to get coffee. He had to squeeze between me and the island to get to the coffeemaker and he pressed his morning hard-on against my ass.”

“’Good morning,’ he whispered in my ear.”

“My husband laughed from the table.”

“They went on all day like that—both of them flirting with me and then laughing at the other. Finally, about an hour before dinner time, I said, ‘Are you guys going to tease me all day, or are you going to tag team me?’”

“I was half joking, but fully prepared to fuck them both if they let me.”

“’And what happened next?’ Maria asked.”

“Ryan pulled me up on the island countertop. He spread my legs apart. I was only wearing a robe, so my pussy was suddenly on display. Ryan opened my robe and began to kiss my breasts.”

“’What did your husband do?’ Patty asked.”

“’He came up from behind me,’ she paused and took a long sip of her drink, making us wait for the next part. ‘and then he slid my robe off my body so I was sitting on the countertop naked.’”

We all leaned in, waiting to hear the rest of her story.

“Ryan pushed me back, forcing me to lie on the countertop. I was looking up at both of them, wondering what they would do to me, and then I felt like there were a million hands and tongues on my body. They kissed my stomach and my neck. Then Ryan began to delicately explore my pussy with his tongue. I looked at my husband. He kissed me then and squeezed my breast. Then he stood up straight and took his clothes off. When he was naked, he took over licking my pussy while Ryan stripped.

“Ryan pulled me back up so I was sitting, facing him again. He pulled me to the edge of the countertop and thrust his cock into me. I guess I wasn’t expecting it that fast and I gasped. Ryan liked that. He started pounding into me, smiling over my shoulder at my husband as I moaned uncontrollably. Then he put one large hand between my breasts and pushed me down so I was lying on the countertop. The cold felt nice against my back as he continued to fuck me hard. Now that I was lying back, I saw that my husband was rubbing his dick very close to my face.”

“As Ryan continued to fuck me, I reached back and pulled my husband’s dick toward my face. He caught on real quick and slipped his dick into my upside down mouth. I’d never given an upside down blowjob before and I didn’t know how it would work. A little awkward, but he seemed to like it. He said it felt strangely wonderful. I could relate, sort of like feeling two dicks ram into me simultaneously.”

“Neither of them came while we were in the kitchen, even though I came twice, so then we moved to the bedroom. My husband lay on the bed and I mounted him, letting my sloppy wet pussy slide over his cock slowly, watching his face flicker with enjoyment. Then, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. Ryan was on the bed behind me.”

“’Can I fuck your wife’s ass?’ he asked. My husband laughed.”

“’Go head,’ he said.”

“So there I was fucking my husband while getting fucked by his college roommate. At times they moved in the same rhythm. At times there was alternate dicks inside of me. It was crazy. I never had so much stimulation at once. Hands on my breasts, rubbing my clit. Tongues everywhere. Ryan came first, shooting hot jiz into my ass and then falling back on the bed. Not long after, my husband put his hands on my shoulder so that he could thrust into me deeper and harder. Only he came all over me, so much spunk!”

We all laughed then, imagining the cumfest. We filled our drinks and listened to Margaret tell a story next. It wasn’t quite as exciting, but we enjoyed it all the same. As I listened, I imagined that I’d have to do something really bad to impress these ladies.

We enjoyed each others’ stories all day and then we promised to meet in my yard each week to share our sex stories and a few drinks.

The women all left with tanned dark nipples, good buzzes, and turned on as fuck.

“Next week,” one of them reminded us as we broke up the party just in time to get our kids from the bus stop.

“Next week,” I repeated, “the Joy Fuck Club meets again.”