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A nympho neighbor and her hot AF husband moved in this past weekend. I am calling her that for the simple fact that I think I watched her fuck 7 different men Sunday afternoon. One of them was my husband.

But let me start at the beginning. When the moving truck pulled up Friday afternoon a mini-van followed and parked right behind it in the street. I was watching this from my bedroom window. I had stepped out of the shower and heard the commotion. Two young teenagers got out of the van and an athletic, petite woman got out of the driver’s door. The boys were very vocal about getting the van unloaded so they could go eat dinner. They seemed like a normal family. After unpacking some boxes they backed the truck close to the house. Then they drove off together.

 
Bright and early the next morning I heard loud voices laughing and joking. Peeking out I nudged my husband and told him, the family is unpacking the truck today. He rolled over to look over my shoulder. I had told him how hot I thought the wife was, and I wouldn’t mind fucking her husband either. Yes, we had a secret. I had always been a nympho myself. Joey and I were high school sweethearts. He inherited a construction business and I stayed busy with the PTA and yes, you guessed it, a full time soccer mom. We had crazy parties all the time. But we had to ship our girls off to overnights to get them out of the way. Our teen daughters lived a sheltered life and we planned to keep it that way. So we planned special party weekends for our taboo needs.
 

My nympho weekend was already planned.

 
The girls were off to my sister’s house upstate. Joey and I had stocked up on some good party favors. we started soon after the new neighbors pulled off for dinner Friday night. A couple of the foremen from his main contracting crew came over and we ordered in some pizza. They each brought one of my favorite bottles of wine. While they were setting up the wine and food I went into the bedroom and came out in a camisole and thong. And nothing else. I was already horny as fuck and every month I got to feed my inner nympho. Joey gets off on seeing me get fucked crazy. We went all night long. I can’t tell you how many loads I drank but I was cum guzzling till we all passed out. Two way, three way, any hole that could be filled got filled!
 
The next morning when I heard all those voices outside I wanted some quiet to sleep it off. That wasn’t going to happen. I caved. I got up, pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt and went to start coffee. Climbing up the steps with a hot cup of coffee for Joey something caught my eye. Out the window I saw the lady on her knees in an upstairs bedroom sucking off one of the dudes helping them move. Standing still, I didn’t move. It was mesmerizing the way she lost herself on that cock. I felt as though I’d met my nympho sister, or at least my next bisexual conquest. Faster than I thought possible I took myself to the bedroom. After setting the coffee on the dressers, I climbed on top of Joey and described what I’d seen to him slow and nasty.
 

By Sunday afternoon we were hittin’ it full on nympho.

 
I may have been forward. When we saw their boys leave Sunday afternoon we took a couple bottles of wine and knocked on their front door. They answered together and after introducing ourselves they invited us in. Halfway through the second bottle she and I were going at each other like nympho sluts. Our husbands jerked off and watched us. This was the first of many double dates I saw in our future.