My Kinky Neighbors
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I live in an upscale neighborhood in a large city in the United States. Older residents, like me, come from old money. In other words, like me, many of the older residents inherited their houses. Newer residents, like the neighbors whose property is behind mine, have well paying jobs that enable them to purchase, and renovate them.

The new neighbors behind me are a young married couple who own a thriving business. I'll call them Sam and Sandy even though that's not their real names. I won't mention what business they're in just in case I accidentally reveal who they are. Right from the start we got along really well. They've invited me for lunches and dinners at their house, and I've done the same at my house. Sandy and I also regularly have coffee with each other in the mornings.

I have the corner property on my block, and they have the corner property on their block. Most of my conversations have been with Sandy. We usually start them after seeing each other while we're having our morning coffees on our 2nd floor balconies in our respective back yards. Like my balcony, theirs extends from their master bedroom, which has an indoor/outdoor feel when their french doors are opened.

Properties in our neighborhood, though, are on large lots, so when we want to have a conversation in person, we'll either text each other, or we'll wave to each other for her to come over to my place, or for me to go over to her place. We're usually still in our bathrobes when we want to talk, but that doesn't matter since we just slip through the back fence that separates our respective back yards.

As I told her when she and Sam moved in, at one point there was a gap in the fence at the corner of our properties due to repairs that a previous owner hadn't finished. At the time, as I explained it, my maternal grandparents owned their property, and they were living in it. As a wedding gift for my mom, they bought the adjacent property to give to her, which was then given to me. Because my parents and grandparents frequently visited each other, they decided to install a 3 1/2 foot gate where the gap had been so that they could more easily visit through the back fence.

Sam and Sandy had wondered why that gate was there when they bought their house, but they didn't care one way or the other about it being there. Besides, the gate and the fence was legally owned by me, so they only had three options. They could do nothing, they could ask me to work with them to change out the gate for an extension of the fence to better secure the property line, or they could install a fence of their own that would abut mine.

That's the background of how we got to know each other.

One early morning I decided to check in with Sandy. "Do you want to come over for coffee?" I texted.

"I'd love to," she texted back, "but Sam's got me tied up at the moment."

"I love that you can text me while you're tied up," I jokingly texted back.

"Oh right," she replied. "I can't."

Feeling a little randy, I texted back, "Actually, I suppose you could if he put the phone in your hand."

"I hadn't thought about that," she replied. "So what if he did?"

Still feeling randy, and wondering about where this was leading, I texted, "I guess I'd have to come over to rescue you."

"That would be SO embarrassing!" She texted.

"For me, too," I replied.

"How so?" She asked.

"Well," I texted, "how would you feel about finding me tied up?"

"That depends," she replied.

"Depends on what?" I asked.

"If you were naked," she answered, "that would be embarrassing."

"Isn't that the best way to be tied up?" I teasingly asked.

"If it's sexual, sure," she replied. "But that would make it even more embarrassing."

"Not if it was meant to be," I told her.

"Meant to be?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean if he tied you down so that I could find you that way in the hope that I'd get sexual with you," I answered. "Then it would be a fun, and naughty thing to do."

"For real?" She asked.

"Sure," I told her. "I've done that before, and it was fun."

"You've been with women before?" She asked. "I thought that you were straight."

"I am," I told her, "but I've been in threesomes before when I got women off to excite their men. If you've never tried it before, that kind of threesome is really hot!"

"We've done that," she shared, "and I did  find it pretty hot."

"Just pretty hot?" I teased.

"Okay," she replied, "it was really hot!"

"Then come on over," she texted.

"Now?" I asked with intrigue. "Does Sam have you really tied up?"

"Actually," the reply read, "this is Sam, and yes, I really do have her tied up."

"Does she know that you're using her phone to text me?" I asked.

"She does," he answered. "When your text came through, I had just tied her up, and I read it to her."

"With excitement as I thought she would," he answered, "which made it even hotter for her."

"So you really think that I should come over?" I asked.

"Definitely," he answered. "Coincidentally, when you texted her a little while ago, I had just tied her up completely naked, and I had started teasing her that I was going to text you to come over to find her like that."

"I'm wavering about it," I replied. "I'm not so sure that I should come over. I wouldn't want it to ruin our friendship."

"Whatever you decide," he texted. "I'm leaving the house right now, so her fate is in your hands. I'll leave the back door unlocked."

I was aroused, excited, and nervous at the same time, but I decided at the very least that I should go over to make sure that she was okay.

"I'm on my way," I texted.

There was no reply.

When I got there, the pic that you see below is pretty much how I found her.

I was glad to see that she was blindfolded, which made me think that I could silently pretend that I was somebody else who Sam had invited over to find her blindfolded, and tied up completely naked. That thought made me feel horny, and extra naughty, especially when I realized that I could manipulate the previously sent texts to fit my version of what I wanted Sandy to think had happened.

But first I needed to distract her from what I knew I needed to do to manipulate those texts. I lightly touched, traced, and massaged her naked and bound body from head to toe, and back again with my hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue. When I first touched her, she gasped out loud, and then she nervously called out my name to ask if I was the one who was in the bedroom with her.

I didn't say a word.

She asked me again, and I remained completely silent.

She stayed quiet after that. Obviously, I couldn't know what she was thinking, and I wondered if she correctly believed that I was the one who was playing with her because of what Sam had told her. That would make sense.

On the other hand, I thought that she could be thinking something else; thinking for instance that Sam had just been playing a mind game with her, and that he was pretending to be me playing with her. Or maybe she was thinking that Sam had invited somebody else over, and that person was playing with her as if they were me. Whatever she was thinking, I had my own plans to later on make her think that somebody else had come over instead of me; that Sam had tricked her. But first, I would need access to her phone.

When I got near her right hand again, I deftly pressed her thumb down onto her iPhone's home button so that her thumbprint would unlock it, which I had seen her do before. I felt like a secret agent of MI6 when it worked to unlock her phone. To keep her distracted so that she wouldn't be able to figure out that I was manipulating the texts, I cradled her left foot in my left hand, and I began to sensuously suck her perfectly pedicured toes.

I had earlier noticed from playing with her feet that she really responded well to that, so I figured that she loved having her feet stimulated, and worshiped. I've kind of had a thing for her feet since I first saw them bare, so I was happy to provide that kind of distraction.

While I was sucking her toes, I had both her iPhone and mine laid down next to each other so that with my right hand I could post texts back and forth between them. I had silenced both iPhones so that she couldn't hear the text notifications.

Picking up after the 1st 4 text exchanges above, this time the remaining texts read as follows:

"Big time," was the reply I made from her iPhone, "and he likes to surprise me with other people."

"Sam, I know that this is you. No worries, though. I think it's kind of hot for you to pretend that you're Sandy," was the text back. "I guess you wanted me to surprise her, right?"

"Yes, it's me, and yes, I wanted you to surprise her," I texted from her iPhone pretending to be Sam. "Please don't be pissed."

"I'm not," read the text back, "but you'll have to find somebody else to surprise her."

"I already had a backup person just in case you said no," I replied as Sam with her iPhone.

The return text from my iPhone read, "Have fun!"

"Thanks," I texted back as Sam on her iPhone again, "and can we please pretend that we never had this exchange?"

"What exchange?" the reply read. "It never happened. And don't worry. I won't say anything to Sandy about it."

"That's a relief," I replied as Sam again.

"Have fun with that other person," I replied from my iPhone.

I figured that Sandy would probably look through her texts later on to see if what Sam had told her was true. After the way that I had manipulated the texts to change his narrative, I also figured that she wouldn't say anything to me about it.

I was right on both accounts.

Sam told me that Sandy had read the manipulated texts, and had surmised that it was all nonsense. Nonetheless, she really liked that I had gone out of my way to have her think that somebody else had been the one who had played with her, and had gotten her off. Sam told me that she didn't want me to know that she knew I had played with her, and he agreed not to tell me.

Of course, he did tell me, with made me think of being a secret agent with MI6 again. You know, that triple agent kind of stuff. Unless she brings up the subject with me, I'm not going to bring it up with her. I can't wait until I get to go over to their house again to pretend that I'm somebody else.

I love playing with her, especially when I get her to climax. Naturally, she loves it, too.