A youngish couple moved in next door after Gregs neighbours of twenty years. They seemed quiet pleasant people but really kept them themselves to themselves. James must have worked in the city and headed off at commuter times and got back late. A neighbour said that the wife Carla ram some sort of arts business, Greg rarely saw her and whe dressed in what he described new age hippy style. Flowing to the floor long skirts and big baggy tops and long tied back or up hair and little make up from what he'd seen.

In the summer before the hedge foliage got to big his wife had seen someone in a bikini next door but he had no idea if it was Carla or a visiting friend.

Just after Christmas as he workrd in his garden office the bell rang and he went into the cottage and opened the door to find James and Carla. Carla just said hello as James explained that he was going to be away working for a year on a project in Australia and could he and his wife keep am eye on their house and help Carla if anything cropped up.

"Sure" said Greg "we used to feed the old neighbours cat and rabbits and water their house plants and I think we may still have a key unless you've changed the locks". Greg went to the key rack and came back brandishing the old back door key, "keep the key" said James and off they went, James was picked up by a colleague a coiple of day later as Greg left for an appointmen. They saw little of Carla apart from har car coming and going as usual and it got toward summer and all was quiet when they had some of those fraky rainy English days when it seems more like rainy winter.
Greg went out to a morning meeting with one of his editors he wrote for a couple of magazines whilst hew worked on period erotic novels.

Coming in early afternoon and tidying a fdew trhings in the rain swept garden he heard a noise and looked up, Nothing, then as he snapped of a Rose sucker and pricked his thumb another tap tap noise from above. As the rain stopped he thought he could hear a voice calling but dismissed it as his imagination and pulled some more from the Rose bush as her heard tap tap tap and looked up to see something hitting the neighvours top front window, as he listened he could hear awomaqn calling "HELP" and tyhen something hit the window again. He ran to the neighbours front door and opened the letter box and he could hear Carla calling " help help help ". He ran back to his cottage imaging all sorts of horrors and and got the old key and let himself into he kitchen where some realy exotic looking underwear was drying on a rack as he ran to the stairs, "hello" he called. "Oh hello " Carla called back quietly as he bounded up the satirs to the bedroom. He burst in the door imagining some horrible accident to find another far more intersting sight. On the wall was a TV quietly playing a porno DVD but the bigger shock was on the bed.

Carla's feet were spread wide apart tied to the brass bed and her left hand was handcuffed to the top bed posta tight corset with big firm tits spilling over the top was all she had on, Greg was taken aback and then noticed her bright reddy purple nipples hard and ahbry looging with clamops making then balloon like hard alley sized marbles and as she collapsed back onmn the bed looking very red faced and flushed he noticed trhe sex toys on the bed and floor. A variety of dildows and vibrators and aavent a tri ended job weakly buzzing on the floor as its batteries slowly died. A little shocked he asked who had done this to her as if he was some calm questioning police officer as his eyes surveyed her smooth swollen pussy. It was somewhat surreal as she said, "are you stupid or what, I just dropped the key and goy myself stuck". " so you were just enjoing yourself" he said, " well don't you, don't all blokes like a good wank".

"Well yes" he muttered quietly as she snapped "can you find the fucking KEY, er, please".

She said it must be beside the bed somewhere as it would have fallen from under a pillow. It was really noce smalling girly bed room and he could smell exotic expensive scent but Carla was no busy house proud women a nest of dirty laundry beside the bed he could small the scent and woamanly aroma as he moved the pile and looked und er the bed. "HAVE YOU GOT IT" she snapped as he loooked and felt under the high bed, She tutted and huffed as he asked if she had a flasg light and was directed to a kitchen drawer returning poast the exotic clean silky panties and bras he resumed hi search, "have you not found it" she snapped angrilly, "fucking useless" she muttered to his annoyance as he sifted through her dirty underwear before crawling further under the bed. "Found anything yet" she snapped again as he spotted something between the egge of the carpet and thew wall skirting board. "I think so" he said reacing for the round end of a tiny key that dissapeared as he touched it. "SHIT SHIT SHIT" he snapped crawling from under the bed. Explaining how the key was now out of sight.

He moved to the foot of the bed and started to lifty and pull it away from the wall as Carla muttered her firm large tits wobbling her nipple looking even more distressed and her legs splayed exposing her inviting pussy. "Do you want me to untie your feet" asked Greg.

"JUST leave me and find the fucking key PLEASE" he got down behind the bed but could only just see the key as he carefully moved the carpet, "have you got a magnet" he asked, "NO , for fuck sakes no" she muttered as he headed for the kitchen drawer coming back with two small screwdrivers and a small knife to retrieve the key. "Oh fuck" was the next thing she heard as the key shot down between the boards and was gone.

She cursed again at Greg, what are you going to do now she hissed as he sat on the edge of the bed. A little annoyed at his un appreciated efforts he suddenly realised the position he was in taking her free hand he cupped her her firm breast and took in the angry looking nipple and then tweaked a turn on the calmps screw making her wimper as he starte to unlace the corset.

What are you doing she asked bruskly, I want this out of the way he whispered as he pulled it from her and let his hand s run around her breasts before sliding his hand over her tight little belly over his mound slipping three fingers straight up her tight wet pussy. Realising that she was angry with frustration and there was nothing she could do he teased her nipples with his teethe and tondue as his midlle fingers caresed her G spot and she humped his hand to orgasm as his thumb played a merry rythm around her tiny firy clit.

"Awewsome awesome awesome" she purred her pussy clamped to his magic fingers before letting im pull away. Well thought Greg, "that went well" and wit a captive audience he stripped off his jacket and shirt and pulled his socks and shoes off befoe starting to slip his trousers and pants off. "What do you think you are doing" she said stupidly. He replied " I was going to have a wank but as you're going nowhere I might as well just fuck you" he said flinging his kit aside as his cock sprang into view.

"fuck off I'm not taking that" she gulped taking in the swelling member. Beth his wife always joked with him that she had too learn how to walk again after taking his cock as not only was it quite long at around 9 inches but as thick as her fist. Greg just smiled as he slowly took in the trapped bait on the bed and stroked his hardening member. Carla writhed away on the bed but had done to good a job he took her wrist to stop her nails raking him and then released her nipples before sucking them into his mouth one by one she clamped her legs tight on his roaming hand but her wet full pussy gave away its needs as he moved between her legs she drew her knees up as his parted her legs wide and she hunkerd down the bed to gety his cock. It head bobbed forcefullly between her slipperu fols seeking her wet fuck hole she guregled cooed and wimpered as he split her pussy slowly but without any hestatation her palvic region must have been more flexible than she imagined as they slipped into the rythmic passions of new partners.