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The Trophy Wife Next Door Ch. 01

By: LaPatitMort



Even though I had officially lived in my new home in the exclusive Cooper Trail Estates for six months, I did not know any of my neighbors. In fact, over the long winter months, I had been traveling for fun but now it was spring and I was working to get my prized possession in good working order. I had only put ten thousand miles on my custom California Chopper in five years. This year I was determined to avoid seminars, speaking engagements, etc. and be generally footloose and fancy free through September. None of this makes much sense unless I tell you how I got here.

At the beginning of the tech explosion, my only two great ideas resulted in patents and a company that exploded around me. I was an engineer. What did I know about running a company? I didn't want to go the MBA route or trust the company to others, so I sold out and pocketed more than fifty-mil after taxes with more due in the future and I still own twenty percent but I had to agree not to meddle. Now at forty; I am set for life; I'm single; I have great health; I have time to write; I'm not too bad to look at and I'm horny all the time -- a standard problem for geeky engineering types.

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On the first truly beautiful warm Saturday of the year, I threw a pool party for friends who I had not seen in months and their families. It was a typical party, with kids screaming, playing in the pool, getting too much sun and eating. The parents drank, socialized, ate, bragged and drank some more. All during the party, I caught glances of my next door neighbor, either looking out her second story windows onto the pool or making seemingly unnecessary trips into the back yard. Her thirty year old petite body looked like a well toned and tanned Goldie Hawn at her peak. She had a prettier face than Goldie ever did but I never saw her smile during her entire day of watching.

A few days after the pool party, I was in the turn-around area in front of the garage on the side of the house, getting my treasure ready for its first outing of the year. "Goldie" watched and I waved at her several times. Finally, she waved back. About three, she went to check her afternoon mail, just as I hopped on, fired up and the powerful rumble disturbed the entire neighborhood. I only drove twenty yards and stopped by her.

"Hi, neighbor. I'm Tony Akins."

Her smile was delightful and her voice could perk up my spirits anytime. Her handshake needed work. "Nice to meet you, Tony. I'm Sue Carroll. You have the most beautiful motorcycle, I have ever seen."

"She is almost ready for some serious riding. Right now, I am just going to take a spin around the neighborhood. Have you ever ridden on one?"

"Oh no. I've never had any adventurous or dangerous experiences."

"Sue, a ride around the block hardly falls into those categories. Hop on and we'll see if the bike is set up right."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Harold, would not like that." 

"Is Harold your husband?"

"Yes, he is an executive down town. He doesn't like it, if I leave the house."

"You're kidding? In this day and age, I didn't think such relationships still existed."

She stood quietly, admiring the bike, listening to the rumble and running her hands on the polished chrome. She was dreaming about how it would be to ride fast and free.

"We won't tell him. Hop on."

I saw another excuse start to form on her pretty mouth but she turned, put her mail back in the box and hopped on behind me.

"Am I supposed to have a helmet?"

"Yes, and I'm supposed to have one too but we are just going to go slow around the block. We'll be alright."

As we pulled away from the curb, Sue's arms locked too tightly around my waist and she pressed her body and face into my back. Halfway around the block, she relaxed some and looked about. We were almost back to her mailbox, when I asked, "One more time around?"

"I would like that. Can we go a little faster this time?"

"Maybe a little faster."

Down the block, I swung out the gate and onto the sparsely used rural road and gave "Sweet Thing" the gas; she loved that so very much. She roared and lurched. Sue tightened against me again but her head stayed up. I glanced into the mirror to see her hair waving and her eyes sparkle with only a hint of fear and her smile for the first time. I turned around in a couple of miles and hit sixty on the way back.

When I stopped by the new biker's mailbox, I told her how to dismount to avoid the hot pipes. Her legs spread and a damp spot was visible in the crotch of her yellow shorts.

"Did you like your first bike ride?"

"Yes. Yes, I did. It was very exciting. More than I thought it would be. I'm still shaking."

"It's like driving a car. At first you are tense but you relax more and more as you get used to it."

"I don't drive. Harold says it would not be safe for me."

"When do I get to meet Harold?"

"He leaves for work early every weekday and comes home late. On the weekend, sometimes we stay home but I don't know which ones. When you see us, come over, but ...................."

"I won't mention the bike ride."

Sue's little hand stroked the handle bars and came to rest over my hand. I'm not sure she realized that. She was just doing what felt right and good.

"Maybe we could meet your family. I saw the big pool party but could not pick out which people made up your family."

"Just me Sue. I'm single and live alone."

"Single, in that big house, in a family neighborhood, I would think you would want an apartment downtown where the life, action and beautiful people are."

"I could hardly find a more beautiful woman than you."

She blushed, pulled her hand back but reveled in the sincere compliment.

"I'm just and old, boring married woman."

"I'm going to buy you a new mirror. The ones you have are not showing you what I see."

She wanted to continue flirting and to fish for another compliment. It was new to her.

"Tell me what you see."

"Sue, you are going to get me in trouble. I am often too direct. I don't want to offend you or chase you away from being my new friend because you think I am coming on to you."

"I won't. Tell me what you see."

"I see an exciting, sexy woman who needs to spread her wings and experience life. I don't know why you are a prisoner in your home. I already enjoy you."

"Enjoy?"

"Yes, your voice. How your body felt when it pressed into my back, the excitement in your eyes, your smile and that beautiful damp spot between your legs."

She looked down instantly and turned bright red as she brought her legs tightly together and sought to cover herself.

"Oh, God, I am so embarrassed."

"Why, Pretty One? Big bikes vibrate and are exciting to ride, especially the first few times. I would have been surprised, if you did not get a little turned on."

Her face blazed an even hotter red. She didn't know what to say.

"Sue, please forgive me for embarrassing you. I am single, attracted to beautiful women and to open for my own good. If it makes you feel any better, I'm wet too. I'm also twisted and uncomfortable. Your body is quite the turn-on. Now that we have all that out of the way, let's go back to being next door neighbors, who have just met and have just enjoyed a short bike ride together."

She gathered her mail again. She turned back to me and our eyes locked together. "Thank you for taking me on my first ride. I really enjoyed it." She paused, got the coy, naughty look of a playful virgin and added, "But you already noticed that."

I sat on the rumbling machine and watched her every step back to her house and through the front door. When I saw her peeking out the window on the side of the door, I stood, reached into my pants and adjusted myself. Then I made a face and blew air out of my pursed lips, as if to say, "Wow, that is one hot, exciting woman."

It was a little over two weeks, when I saw the opportunity to meet Harold. He had just gone inside when I rang the bell and was greeted by his expression of, "Who the hell are you?"

"Hi, I'm your new neighbor, Tony Akins."

Grudgingly he stuck out his hand, "Harold Carroll. I've wondered who my new neighbor is. I haven't seen your lights on much since you moved in."

Sue was watching, holding her breath and hoping that I would not mention our meeting. "You are right. I moved in and then took off for the winter."

Harold did not invite me in or introduce me to his wife. He was an easy twenty years older than Sue. The air about him was staunch, even haughty.

"Well it was nice to meet you Harold. Maybe you and your family can come over one weekend afternoon for a little bar-b-cue and we can get more acquainted."

"We stay pretty much to ourselves."

"I understand. If I can ever be of any help, please don't hesitate to call." I handed him my card and went home.

Thursday afternoon was so hot it was uncomfortable. I was washing my cars dressed in a swim suit. I was holding the hose over my head with my back to Sue's house, when she surprised me.

"You are all wet."

Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. Her hair and make-up were perfect. She was dressed in tan shorts and a white shirt tied around her waist.

"I brought you a bottle of water because it is so hot but you look like you found a way to stay cool."

When I turned, I playfully squirted her legs. She jumped back and took off her sandals.

"These are very expensive. Harold will shoot me, if I ruin them."

"I'm sorry. I'll buy you another pair." I let my eyes appreciate the view and was too quiet for her.

"What?"

"If I had known all I had to do was squirt you with the hose to get you to remove clothing, I would have squirted you the first day we met."

Again, she turned red and was even quieter than I had been.

"Sue, I'll quit my teasing. Being playful like that is the way I am. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I want us to be friends and I truly thank you for thinking about me and bringing the water."

"You're welcome."

"I met Harold last Saturday."

"I know, I saw you. Thank you for not saying anything about our meeting."

"I guess, he's a jealous, controlling and private man. Maybe he feels insecure because he is older than his beautiful wife."

The compliment worked. She sat down on a folding lawn chair in the shaded, yawning opening of my garage door.

"We've been married for seven years. I come from a small town and an overly protective family. Harold's power, money, the chance to get away and experience life made me to fall for him immediately."

"He doesn't let you do anything or get out without him?"

"No, he is very protective and as you said, controlling."

"If you love him and that is what you both want, I'm happy for you both."

She did not respond for a long count and then added, "Harold had you checked out."

"Really, what did he discover?"

"You sold your company are very well off and you now are a successful mystery writer."

"Is that all?"

"I think so. That's all he told me."

"My life is pretty much an open book. I'm sure he got volumes filled with truth, scandal and stories from people I thought were friends."

"Tell me all about yourself."

"I didn't eat lunch and it is now a little after five. Come on into the kitchen. I'll fix us a fruit and cheese plate, find us something to drink and tell you about the horrible man you live next to."

"I would like that, but I had better not. Harold would flip out, if I went into another man's house without him."

"I've noticed, he gets home about seven. I'll never tell, if you come in out of the heat and then run home about six; that will give you a big margin for error."

I made no move to get up. She thought and then announced. "Just for a few minutes. I've seen your beautiful backyard from my upstairs windows but I am very curious to see the inside of your house."

"Why, think a bachelor lives in squalor, with posters taped to the wall and dirty bathrooms?"

Sue smiled. Probably that is exactly what she thought.

I gave her a quick tour and told her to look around but pointed her away from two downstairs doors.

"Your house is beautifully decorated. It is warm, relaxing and inviting."

"You are always invited. Will you be more comfortable in the kitchen or on the patio?"

"It is too hot outside."

Conversation with Sue was relaxed and easy. She did not have a presumptive or ego filled bone in her luscious body.

"We really cannot afford to live in this area. Harold says the address really helps his image. We don't have much furniture, only one car and very few luxuries."

"So you have given up your freedom and fun to live in a Spartan house with a jealous controlling man."

She looked shocked that I would be so blunt.

"I apologize again. Your world seems to be that of the classic trophy wife to an older man who needs to show off. What is in it for you?"

"Let's change the subject. What is behind the two doors you steered me away from?"

"One is my bedroom suite and the other is my office."

"I have to get back but I would like to see them before I go."

"Sue, I am more open, playful and worldly than you and Harold. I'm concerned that you will be shocked, if you learn too much about me too fast."

"The rooms are that bad?"

"Come on."

The bedroom is a room of luxury and implies sensuous pleasure. It takes little imagination to realize the furniture is selected to be comfortable and sex position props. The massive walk-in shower is obviously for two. Sue survived the bedroom. Her face, neck and shoulders were flushed.

"Sue, my office is where I write, escape from reality, can ignore the pressures of life and can let my imagination and fantasies play in my head. I will show it to you. Promise to ask me questions about anything that shocks you before you pass judgment."

She just nodded as I pushed the right side of the double door open. My office is seven hundred square feet of masculine wood paneled office complete with computers, erotic pictures, fireplace, built in bookcases and special lighting. Sue did not miss a thing. She memorized every picture and then walked past me toward the front door. Her eyes recognized my presence as I opened the door for her and she walked home. I should not have been so open with my new friend.

I was typing as fast as I could to complete work on an already overdue deadline, when the door bell rang about a week after Sue's first inside visit. I was surprised to see her. Without even a hello, she asked, "Can I see your office again?"

I went back to typing while she looked around. I felt she wanted to talk about thirty minutes later when she started to browse the books instead of looking at the erotic art.

"Hate me now? Have you judged me and labeled me as a pervert?"

"No, but I find the pictures confusing and it is frightening to know that you think this way."

"When you are all alone and you reach down and touch yourself for pleasure and release, do you sometimes imagine people, acts and situations that have never happened? Maybe, you even imagine things that are impossible but are pleasurable in your fantasy?"

Sue was learning to hold up under my "outrageous" questions. "But they are nothing like this."

"Talented painters and writers let their imaginations go and sometimes haunting, exciting images are created. Like being helpless and being taken by a tentacle alien and made to orgasm against your will many times. Maybe you imagine a beautiful movie star being your lover. Whatever your thoughts are, they are unique to you, private and pleasurable. They are not right or wrong; they are normal."

"Peeing on people is normal?"

"Try this. You and your lover are satisfied from having sex. You are drinking champagne together in a large shower, playing at washing each other while enjoying each other's touch. You get a naughty smile on your face, reach for him, hug him and kiss him passionately. He feels warm liquid flowing onto his balls, on his stomach, down his thighs and trickle between his toes. He looks down and sees your yellow stream finally dwindle into only drops. He steps back, says, "You are hot, wild and exciting. I love you." He aims his hardening cock and a hot stream splashes into your abdomen, drilling gently into your bellybutton, bathing your still excited clit and trailing through your pussy's lips and down your legs. You look dreamily back into his eyes. He has not degraded you. You have not degraded him. It was naughty, playful pleasure. Something you did; something he did; something you shared; something that you may never repeat but something that was very special this once."

Sue's breath was ragged. She was not accustomed to allowing a mental fantasy play through her mind. Her eyes had been closed. As they opened, I kissed her lips lightly and licked them. She stared questioningly into my eyes.

"You know that I want to touch you. You know that I want to make love with you. You know that I want to lick you, kiss you and suck your body until you climax in my mouth and I can watch your face contort in pleasure."

Her eyes filled with panic.

"Don't worry, Sue. I will not press you or be any different than we have been already. I know you have to go. Will you do something for me?"

"I don't know."

I took a four inch thick filled lose leaf notebook from the bottom shelf of a bookcase. "This is a collection of erotic fantasies. Some are raw and rough. Some are tender romances that can never be. Read them and tell me, if you find any of them exciting."

I walked her to the door while she clutched her book of contraband. 

"May I kiss you, "Goodbye?"

"Yes."

This time I tilted her head and kissed her properly. I pulled at her chin until her mouth opened slightly and I inhaled her breath and pushed my tongue into her mouth. "Now give me yours."

I sucked her tongue and lips until I pulled away and pushed my tongue into her mouth again. She played with it, teased it, sucked until it hardened and she bobbed her head against my lips.

"Sue, you have given me a wonderful fantasy to remember when I go to sleep thinking about you tonight. I will remember this feeling while I work my hand on my cock. I will think of your head moving and I will imagine you want to take my cum."

She moaned into my mouth. 

"Is she wet?"

Sue did not answer. The question was still too personal even in these circumstances.

"I will imagine she is. I will imagine sucking your pussy's juices from you and I will imagine how you taste. You do not have to answer me. This is so wonderful. Inhale with me. I can smell that she is aroused and is calling to me. You are driving me crazy. Run home and wash her so no one else can share the gift I am imagining you have for me."

Friday, the weekend, Monday and Tuesday, Harold was home. I did not see Sue on Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. I wanted to tell her I had to spend the next week on the East Coast. I figured she would guess I was on a trip when I was not home. The Tuesday I returned, I was watering flowers in the backyard when I saw her come out of her house and walk to the six foot high fence that separated our yards.

"Hi, Pretty Woman, I have missed seeing you and talking to you."

"Who wrote all those stories?"

"I did and dozens more. Did they offend you?"

"I did not like all of them but they all were exciting in some way."

"I'm glad."

"Are you as oral as in your stories?"

"That is the most exciting thing to me. God put my brains in my hands and taste buds."

"There are a million questions that I have for you."

"Anytime. We'll share some wine and you can ask away. I'll even tell the truth, if you want."

I heard her little snicker that said her serious mood had been broken.

"Can I keep the stories a few more days?"

"They are yours if you want them. I have copies on the computer."


The Trophy Wife Next Door Ch. 01



"I don't have a computer."

"Anything you can imagine is on the computer. Many people think up wild things and try to find a picture or talk to a person who does that thing. I have many, many readers whose sex lives are only fantasies because they have medical problems, etc. I cannot fault them for the wildest fantasies and most deviant thoughts."

"I have to get back."

"I will miss you and the heat from your body. And of course I will dream about kissing every inch of you and my need to see you climax."

"You have to stop talking like that."

"Why?"

"I am married and you get me too worked up."

"One day you will ride behind me on the bike until you climax. One day you will have lunch with me while I finger you and you come while eating. You will watch me lick your juices from my fingers and know how much I want to taste directly from your pussy."

"Please stop."

"Okay. When you are ready, come hitch a ride behind me. Wear a short skirt, thin, or better yet, no panties, and let's drive fast down the back roads until you cum all over the seat."

After Sue left, I thought a long time about my teasing. I was pushing too hard. She was too serious to be playful. Her body was needy and my teasing made things worse. I imagined that the sex she had with Harold was mostly for him and she could not imagine my stories being true. However, moving into her thirties, her body was screaming that there had to be more for her. My thoughts were that I had complicated her life and brought her frustration when what she wanted to do was to minimize sex in her life and just accept the comforts that she had with her husband. I did not feel good about today's conversation with Sue or my challenge to her. I had probably scared her. Sad, I needed a female friend, if nothing else.

I had to attend a reading and a many author book signing, so I needed a date. Lynn is a beautiful escort and occasional "working girl" that I call for such occasions. Any man would look good with her on his arm. I know, I feel ten feet tall when people see me with her. I was running late. Lynn had to wait for me, so she was inside my house for an hour before we left. Two male neighbors stopped me at the end of my drive way and ogled Lynn before we had to scurry on.

It was after eleven when Lynn and I got back from the after signing cocktail party. I should hire her full time. She had read my mystery, kept a lot of attention on me and probably sold dozens more copies of my new hard back than would have sold without her being there. We both were a little tipsy; she stayed when I invited her to do so. Of course, it cost me, but I was smiling at seven a.m. when I helped her into her car.

"Tony, I enjoyed going with you last night and showing off. Call me anytime."

"I hoped you enjoyed some of our private time together."

She reached out her car window, cupped my cock, squeezed and said, "You know very well that I really enjoyed your lips and this thing a little too much. My lady will know and be angry. I tried to wash you all out of me but she is very observant."

"You should have told me. I would have respected your situation."

"I wanted what we did. It sounds strange, considering what I do, but I don't enjoy the company of many men. You are smart, playful and respectful, even when you are paying the bill. That is not common."

"Tell your lady, that you told me about her. Tell her, I said, she is very lucky to have such beauty in her life and that I envy her. Someday, I hope to have someone who cares about me and comes home to me because that is what she wants to do."

Just as she started to pull out, I waved for her to stop. "You really made me look good last night and helped sell books. I have another signing in two weeks. I have to read some. The group will be a lot bigger but it is in Seattle. See if your lady will go with us to make sure I keep my hands to myself and you come make me look good again."

"Email me the details and I'll let you know immediately, so you can get someone else, if I'm already booked."

I scurried in and out a lot all week. I often caught Sue watching but she was avoiding me. It was raining hard on the next Tuesday morning when she scurried over. I greeted her long before she came into my ever open garage, "Hi, beautiful stranger. I have missed seeing and talking with you. Did you get to read more stories?"

"I saw you with Ms. USA a week ago. With her around, you could not have missed me."

"Ms. USA prefers girls. I pay her to be my date because she is wonderful at making me look good at signings and selling books."

My explanation took the ordered objections and anger out of her. The wind started blowing the rain into the garage so I hit the automatic garage door button and it closed leaving us warm and listening to the noisy rain outside. She seemed to be at a loss of what to say now. She faced my work bench and touched some of the wrenches on the work surface in front of her. I walked up close behind her, just slightly touching and her body leaned back into me, without her permission. Her body tensed.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and started to kiss her neck gently through her shoulder length hair. As I nuzzled through, I sucked her ear lobes and my breath tickled her ears. I started to retrace my steps and turned her head so I could lick at her lips. Her hands covered mine and pulled them up to cup her breasts. The feeling was intense; she stiffened and I pushed my hips into her to hold her still for my kisses and my fingers. She pushed back and I got even harder. Slowly, she relaxed and her right hand snaked behind her ass cheeks and cupped my hard cock.

She had one quick deep inhale and was very still.

"What is wrong, Pretty One. I will not hurt you or pressure you to do anything that you do not want to do?"

"I could never take this into my body. It would stretch me and Harold would know."

"You are miles ahead of me. I am only hoping to touch you and taste you."

"I have read your stories. I will disappoint you. The only way I have ever climaxed is with my own fingers. Harold says I take forever, so he only half way tries to get me off."

"All of that is fine. Will you let me enjoy you?"

"I want to. I will try."

I lifted her and sat her on my work bench. "Just relax and enjoy the touch and the closeness. You do not have to do anything."

Even with gentle touches and kisses, she still did not relax. Soon her fingers went to the top button of her summer dress.

"I want to un-wrap you and torture myself because I am taking so long. I would like to spend all day kissing every inch of you. Suck your toes, lick your back and feel my fingers struggle for sanity because they cannot get enough of you."

I could feel she was in a hurry, urging me on. All too soon, I had her bra off and the sight made me stutter and admit to her, "I knew they would be pretty but they are beautiful and perfect." Her back arched as my lips closed over the closest rigid nipple. I could feel her holding back, expecting harsh rejecting words. I did not know how to overcome that. Soon she was naked to the waist and I licked and kissed her belly before I lifted her again and pushed everything she had on down at the same time. She wanted to be nude for me. Wanted to hasten the criticism and know that she was unworthy as a woman. I lay my reluctant naked beauty on an exercise mat on the clean smooth painted floor of my garage. I wanted to taste her. She held her hands away. 

"Touch me Sue, guide my head and my touches to teach me how to please you."

"I thought you would be like me, I do not like my head forced."

"This is different. Relax, guide me and know that I really want to lick your wetness, taste you and please you."

I used her feet, her calves, her thighs to open and close her. I wanted her to see the appreciation and desire in my eyes. When my head leaned forward, her body tightened and she held her breath, thinking I would find something wrong. When I enjoyed her, sucked her lips, licked her and kissed everything I could reach, she began to relax.

"Close your eyes for a moment. I want to feel inside you and then lick you."

At first, she resisted but when I did not hurt her, she relaxed more. Her g-spot was easy to find and it enjoyed being pressed and rubbed lightly. Those touches urged her ridge to swell and her clit to begin to peek from under its hood. In minutes, she was not too sensitive and she was ready for my lips to suck her while my finger tips pushed. Her hips lifted to increase the pressure and her hands finally closed onto the sides of my head. This would not be anything fancy. I just wanted to prove something to her. My gentle touches grew more purposeful and her body let a long moaning sigh escape; that surprised her. Her thighs tightened, as if to protect her from more pleasure. I pushed her open with a hand on each of her knees and then returned to her wetness to push two fingers in this time. I saw her face contort with a pleasurable pain. I did not vary from the guidance of her hands. She led me and herself. I felt her belly begin to tighten and her fingers grasp handfuls of my hair. Her legs tightened and her body lifted again so only her shoulders and feet were on the mat. Her mind wandered and she stalled. I beaconed across her spot for her to bring her orgasm to me. Her tight muscles began to tremble, a trickle came from inside her and then she pulled my head painfully into her pubic bone with a loud, "Yes."

I kept going. She started to push me away. When I resisted, her body agreed to endure the pleasure and risk the unknown. I barely changed, I was sucking her clit and she gasped, "No, no, please don't stop." In just a few more short minutes the sound started deep inside her. Her thighs locked me in place and she ground her cunt into my lips. Now I thrust into her, fucking into her magic spot. Her growl was accompanied by a roll of her hips but I managed to stay with her. She rolled to the other side and whimpered like a little girl recovering from a spanking. Then my surprise came. Loudly and defiantly she ordered, "Eat me. Lick my cunt. Eat me until I can't take it."

She struggled and came twice more before she pushed me away frantically and curled into a fetal ball. I hovered over her, told her how beautiful her climaxes were, how wonderful she tastes and how magnificent she is. I thought this would be how our first time together would end but she opened up, pulled my face to hers, flung her arms and legs around me hugged me tightly. We had rolled off the mat and the shiny floor was cold. All I could hear was her breathing, her heart and the pounding rain. Her body shook and I pulled away enough to look at her, she was crying and tears were streaming down her face. I knew she would explain later. I just held her.

Finally her blank questioning eyes looked into mine and she said, "I came. More than once. On your lips and fingers."

"Yes, Beautiful, you did. I bet you can cum in dozens of ways that most women have never imagined. You are something very special."

As she wound down, I tested her. I pushed two fingers into her soaking pussy and used them to paint my lips with her wetness. "Kiss me."

There was only a moment of hesitation. While we practiced with our tongues, I pushed my fingers into her again and then brought them up to push into our kiss. We licked and sucked at her juices. I lowered my hand again and she said, "Don't, you are getting me started again. I did learn an oral lesson. I just learned, I like how I taste on your lips and fingers."

I went to the half bath in the garage and brought her wet wash cloths and a dry towel. I helped but she was very tender to the touch. I helped her dress, except for panties, and leaned in to kiss her goodbye.

"I do have to go but I would like to see you, before I leave today."

"What do you want to see?"

"Everything."

"Kneel on the mat and watch. I will strip for you. You direct, if you cannot see what you want to see."

Intentionally, I had my back to her when I stepped out of my pants and boxers. I stood and waited.

"Turn around, you mean man."

My cock was almost hard but was not yet up at its usual forty-degrees off my belly and the head was not stretched tight, red and wet. Her eyes gave me the once over and then locked on my cock. I moved close to her and she reached out to grasp my shaft and rub the pre-cum with her thumb and caress my balls with her other hand. I hardened quickly and she could feel my heart beat and my excitement lurch in her hand. Very tentatively, she brought my slipperiness to her lips and she licked out at her fingers.

"I want to kiss him but I do not know how to please you."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Stand and back into the bench and open your legs wide. I remember what I have promised you and you can trust me."

I wrapped her flowing skirt behind her and tucked it out of the way. Her eyes went from mine to my cock and back again. I stepped between her legs and she started to speak.

"Sue, you said you trust me."

Ever so slowly, I touched my cock to her swollen slightly open lips. "Stand very still."

I rubbed the throbbing head of my cock between her lips and back and over her sensitive clit.

She moaned and her eyes began to close.

"Open your eyes and watch."

I lined up my helmet with her all too willing sheath and pushed gently. The head began to stretch her but my push stalled from her tightness. I pushed steadily against her wetness and mine mixed with hers. She opened and I began to slip. She held her breath to feel everything as her body stretched. She gasped when just the wide head popped into her. Her wetness flowed and I rubbed it all around my shaft, coating it and my balls. Sue still was not breathing, her eyes were not blinking. In fact they were big as sliver dollars and amazed that her body had taken the head of my cock.

There was true disappointment in her face when I pulled out. "Now kneel on the mat and taste us mixed together."

She dropped to her knees and just put her mouth over my cock. She did not guide it with her fingers. That was all I had expected. I bent down to kiss her but she stayed on my cock. She sucked and bobbed her head.

"Sue, you do not have to do this."

"I may not swallow."

I held a towel to be ready.

My surprise held me back. She lifted off my cock long enough to explain, "Harold thinks that his coming is a timed event and he often grabs my head and thrusts. I hate that. I gag and he taste lumpy and bitter. Now you relax and let me do this. I want to do this for me, as well as you."

This time, I was backed into the work bench and Sue used her wet hands to twist around the head of my cock as it slipped out of her mouth before she pushed it into that scalding wet sucking cavern again. She was holding my balls when they contracted. Immediately, that hand went back to my shaft and she speeded up. She caught my first rope in her mouth and then turned. I had the towel ready but she pushed my offering out into her hand. The second shot was less intense but she held it in her mouth along with the next and the next. I was curious. She wasn't paying attention to me at the moment. She swallowed and then pulled my cock to get the last drops from inside. She licked at those and swallowed them also.

She looked up at me and saw that I was watching her with questions in my eyes. She said, "I could like that." My very weak response of "Me too" brought a smile to her face. Then she stood, dabbed some of my cum on her lips and leaned in to kiss me and share.

Minutes passed, Sue reminded me, "I'm sorry, Tony, I have to leave."

"I know, lovely one, but you have given me the greatest gift in my life. Maybe somehow, we can find a way for you to teach me how to please you."

"It cannot get any better than it was earlier."

"Yes, Lover, it can. Lots and lots better."

I stood nude in the garage's regular sized side door. She turned back grasped my cock, leaned and kissed me.

Her eyes were full of questions, challenges, lust and some satisfaction. Right on queue the rain stopped. She was risking a little, teasing and acting naughty. Her panties and her shoes were dangling from her fingers as she walked home.

That evening Lynn called and told me, Terri and she would go with me to Seattle, if they had a separate room. I pretended to be very disappointed and added, "So Terri was not too unhappy with me?"

"She suspected but did not say anything. She is making sure I don't get to ride that beautiful, hard pole of yours this weekend, however."

"And she is making sure it is her face instead of mine between your out stretched lovely legs sucking juices from your swollen open pussy. Maybe she will compromise and let me be inside you while she licks you."

"Silly man, she would not want to be that close to a dick. Except,......."

"Except, what?"

"The three of us should have dinner the first night and discuss that. It is not a good conversation for over the telephone."

The next morning, I was in my garage with the door open again when my telephone rang. "I am lying on my bed watching you."

"I hope you are completely nude and have two fingers diddling your pretty clit wishing I was there."

"I'm not nude but I did play with her and think about how you would fit inside me."

"Is that all you thought?"

"No, I imagined you pushing and watching him slip ever so slowly into my body. I could almost feel me stretch and welcome him."

"I could stand here very easily and look toward your window and jack off onto the floor."

"Don't waste it."

"You are too much for me. I would want to finish in you and then watch your belly swell for months."

The silence was deafening. "I'm sorry, Sue, sometimes I talk way too much. I was fantasizing and just trying to say your body drives me crazy."

I could hear her voice crack, "Tony, it is just that I want a baby very, very much but Bob will not even talk about it. I'll explain more over the fence this weekend; Bob will be away on business."

"I hope you will give me a rain check on that. I have to be away also. I have another book signing this weekend."

"With Lynn?"

"Yea, but she is bringing her girlfriend and they have a separate room. Can you get away and mess up the other side of my king sized motel bed?"

Again, silence. "Sue, please keep me under control. I understand you are married and I am a problem for you. We have not talked enough. Your pheromones control me anytime you are within ten yards of me. I will quit teasing and pushing you, just be my special friend, if that is the way it needs to be."

The playing in the garage, the kisses and the oral climaxes had somehow not crossed the line with Sue, but my comment about a "motel bed" had been a turn off for her. We talked a little more but it was strained and we said our telephone "Goodbyes." I did promise to call her from Seattle, blocking my cell phone number from the records.

The Seattle trip was full of surprises from start to finish. My recent mystery had more sex in it than my other stories did. It garnered a few extra national comments both positive and negative. That moved it onto the best seller lists and made me the featured author for the weekend. The first night started all the surprises when Lynn, Terri and I dinned together after the pre-events cocktail party. The planned events were scheduled to begin at ten the next morning.

"Lynn, so what was it you and Terri wanted to talk about that was best not discussed over the telephone?"

Terri spoke first, "It wasn't really like that." She blushed and did not look at either of us. She was a tall thin, mousey haired woman with wide hips and dressed in western style with tight jeans, a wide belt and big buckle, Indian jewelry, boots and a flannel shirt. If you looked, even with her very short hair and no make-up, you knew she was female by her small breasts and female features. Still she tried to look and act butch.




The Trophy Wife Next Door Ch. 01



"Terri, what's the big secret?"

She could not or would not answer. She only managed to get out, "I......." and then her voice failed her.

Lynn started, "Tony, we need your worldly advice and contacts. Terri and I have been together for six years. We want to have a baby. Since my work brings in most of our income, Terri will be the one to get pregnant." She paused, sighed and then with some sadness, added, "This time."

"That is wonderful, I'm so happy for the two of you. I too have always wanted a family but I've never found a woman who would put up with me."

"That's a lie and we all know it. You are quite a catch. You never slow down enough to get to know a woman well enough."

"Maybe that is the problem. Anyway, how can I help?"

"We are afraid of not knowing the genetic history of the father. We were wondering if you would consider being the sperm donor. We are not expecting any future financial help or involvement from you."

"So I bank the sperm and Terri gets in vitro inseminated?"

"We are saving for that but it is very expensive and there are no guarantees, even after a few tries. Terri has been thoroughly checked and she should be a perfect baby making machine."

Terri still did not look up but she smiled at Lynn's words.

"Terri, did you bring your computer?"

"Yes."

"Tonight, the two of you take turns reading one of my porn stories to each other and then let's talk some more."

Lynn and Terri looked stunned. Lynn spoke, "I didn't know you wrote porn stories."

"They are my diversion and, of course, I do not use my real or known pen names. Please keep the references I give you in the strictest confidence. Any slip and it could really hurt my book sales."

Just as we were finishing up dessert and I was completing my note with web sites, the names I use and the special story I wanted them to read together, there was a little commotion in the far corner of the hotel's dining room. A very young beauty, trying to look much older was angry and having trouble not being too loud, was talking to, of all people, Harold Carroll. The young thing stood, threw her napkin into her plate and stormed toward the ladies room with tears on her cheeks. My smile and smirk, caught Lynn's attention.

"What is it, Tony?"

"Would you two like to be characters in my next novel?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I'll explain everything before the weekend is out, I promise. Before the two of you run upstairs and leave me with way too many naughty fantasies about what you are doing together, will you be my personal spies for a few minutes? Follow that young thing into the ladies room and find out why she is so upset and anything else you can, from her name, to her age, to her favorite color. Just be her consoling casual friends and be discrete."

I scooted around to help assure Harold would not recognize me. He was definitely agitated after the forty-five minutes, or so, before the three ladies returned. He had already paid the bill and met his lady to usher her out of the restaurant toward the elevators.

Lynn's and Terri's eyes both sparkled with pride, knowing how successful their clandestine activity had been. It was hard to follow them as Lynn started but Terri would break in.

"Her name is Tammy Simpson and she is almost eighteen and has been seeing that man for almost a year."

"She works with that guy, Harold. She graduated high school early; I think she is in his department."

"They have spent a dozen times together but usually it's just a few hours at a motel. Once they over-nighted in Vegas but this is their first time together for a couple of days. He says his wife does not understand him and he has made lots of promises to the lonely sweet thing."

Terri had to tone down her vehemence, "She found out he has been f....., I mean, messing around with other women at his work and he reneged this weekend on buying her a new mustang because her old car gave up the ghost."

Lynn added, "Tammy said there are some rumors at work that he is the father of one child already and pays to keep the mom quiet. She said, he is really in demand because he is a rising star at work and one of the few single men there. Tammy thought, she was the special one, until he backed out of the car deal. Now she just feels used and stupid."

Terri couldn't leave it there, "He'll talk her into putting out before tomorrow. Guys can convince young girls of anything."

I interjected my comments to Terri's harsh words. "Often young testosterone filled males will say things or exaggerate to get into panties, but most guys learn values and ethics with age. They might not be your values, but most don't want to lie or hurt any more than you do. Most want to love, be loved, have families and be respected."

"Well, not this one. He is a sleaze."

Lynn asked, "You going to tell us what's going on?"

"Not tonight but when we drive home on Sunday, I will."

About nine in the morning, I had not met up with Lynn or Terri but was sitting up my display and signing table. I was not to read until the evening event. I saw Harold heading for the restaurant with his girl. They were holding hands. I guess Terri was more right than me. He had convinced Tammy not to be angry. I caught up with him at the entrance to the restaurant.

"Harold, what a surprise. I had no idea you would be in Seattle this weekend. I'm here for a book signing. How about you?"

He was shocked, tongue tied for a few moments and then lied without introducing his companion. "I'm just here for some support meetings for work. Things that we never seem to get to during work hours. You know, the long range planning sessions and such?"

"I can only imagine the complexities in your financial world. Is this your daughter?"

She was faster and smoother than him. She extended her hand and just said, "Hi, I'm Tammy."

"You're beautiful Tammy. It must run in the family. I'm Tony Akins."

"Anyone who reads, knows who you are right now. Your picture is all over the lobby."

"You say the sweetest things. Yea, this is my fifteen minutes of fame. I enjoyed meeting you. Harold, good to see you again. We still have to get together for a bar-b-cue one weekend before the good weather ends. Sorry, I have to run. Almost, time to earn my keep."

Tammy was not shy, "Can I come by and get a book autographed by you?" 

"Don't get in this mad house today. Things will get crazy after the reading tonight. Just catch me in the restaurant or visit me next door when we're home and I'll have more of my wits about me."

As I headed back to my table, I thought, "That should keep good old Harold busy for the day." I also wondered, if he had the balls to call me and ask that I cover for him.

Twenty minutes after the doors opened, my assistant and her girlfriend both arrived glowing and smiling. This time Terri was the assertive one, she handed me a note.

Tony, We are both wet, tired and satisfied today thanks to you. We also did not sleep much, thanks to you. You gave us lots of ideas, stuff to talk about and near impossible things to do. Terri and Lynn

I liked these two. Their world was raw, sexual and definitely out of the respectful limits of accepted "normal" family life, but they were also real, loving and honest. Beautiful, Lynn brought in the people; Terri caught on fast, voluntarily joined in, and kept things organized. All the help, allowed me the time to make eye contact, ask a personal question or two and my personalizations were better than ever before.

That evening 70% of the large audience was female, when it came time for me to read.

"I am a very lucky man. I'm looking out at a lot of friends tonight. Lots of you, I have met before and you have honored me by spending time reading about my flawed characters. You all have made my newest offering, my biggest success. Thank you, and thank you for honoring my request that only adults attend tonight. My most recent book is different in one way from the others. It has more sex in it." I paused for the shock to die down.

"Most of all our lives, we all hope to love and be loved; to please and be pleased. It is against all the rules and the advice I have been given, but tonight, I'm going to read one of the passages that makes "Tequila Fog" different, and, in my mind, more real, than my other mysteries. I hope the passage I have chosen does not offend anyone. It does not contain raw words but it is about two people who society rejected; they found each other and got to experience beauty at least once in their lives."

The passage was very sexual but it was also a tear jerker because the love was impossible, the woman only had a few months to live and had suffered most of her adult life. I was surprised. My publisher had told me that people would walk out and that the morning papers would scold me and that my next book's pre-release announcements would be panned as "the new triple x offering from Tony Akins." My unusual voice, some early acting lessons and my passion for the subject were all cased in knowing long suffering care givers and their pain filled charges. I only read ten pages. Most knew the story but those pages could stand alone. I could not look at my audience, even in the dimmed light. I felt what I read and many of them did too. There were tears but no one walked out, even with the cries of climax tempered in pain. When I finished, I stepped back for the moderator to come forward and announce a short question and answer period. At first there was no applause and no questions. Then a few stood and applauded. Most followed. It was not staged but my first question came from a woman with MS. She stood with the help of two crutches and her voice was not strong and faded some as the person with the mike did not stay with her involuntary movements, made worse by her nervousness of being in front of a large audience.

"I want to thank you for risking reading what you did tonight. There are thousands of people like me. We read and enjoy everything just like everyone else but we live a strange world of wanting love and sex that will probably never be for us. You wrote my fantasy for me. It was very real and beautiful."

I managed to thank her but I had no comment and did not hear the next question. I had to have it repeated after I turned back around, having re-gathered my composure. Others in the audience did not hide their feelings quite as easily.

The questions and answers followed a more traditional pattern after that. Overall, it was humorous and enjoyable. It went longer than planned. The next morning, I was panned by a couple of reviewers but the important one's piece began, "Last night, the stayed and non-risk taking art of authors reading a few lines from their recent books, in hopes of selling more copies, was raised to a new wonderful and entertaining level." Her piece did end with a line that probably sold another 100,000 copies for me. "What Mr. Akins did last night was a breath of exciting, entertaining fresh air, but we should be thankful that he did not choose one of the truly torrid scenes in his book to read aloud in Seattle." 

Those generally kind words had not yet been written, late Saturday night when I was worried and my aggressive fighting spirit was gearing up to defend my existence against what I expected Sunday morning. My message light was blinking at eleven p.m. when I got in. Harold Carroll wanted to talk. I invited him to meet me in the bar.

He started, "Obviously, you caught me in a fling. I hope you are not one to talk and hurt my reputation and marriage."

"Bob, we have not gotten to know one another. I have talked to your wife over the fence a couple of times when I have been working in my garage. She is bright and lovely but you have made a frightened, reclusive, near slave out of her because you are a control freak. Here's my deal for you. You have to do five things: 1. Buy two new mustangs and give one to your wife and one to your girlfriend. 2. Tell your, wife she can learn to drive from a neighbor or a school, not from you. 3. Give her plenty of freedom to come and go. 4. Get her a computer and let her learn to use it. 5. Give her a reasonable allowance based on your station and where you live."

"Where do you get off with all this crap? I can't afford all that and if I could I wouldn't do it."

"My security tells me you had me checked out, so you know what I am capable of. I'll check you out too. I'll know every girl you have fucked by the end of the week. If you are paying for children you have fathered, I will know. If you are cheating on your taxes, I will know. We both know you are guilty of statutory rape of the girl you are with this weekend and have probably violated the Mann act. Slavery is not legal and what you are doing to your wife offends me and would not look good in the press. Everything I discover I'll make known to her and all those around you. In fact, the research work has already started. I have enough money to buy the truth even from normally silent lips."

"You are too well known to risk such things. Get out of my life and leave me alone."

"Let me know your decision tomorrow before we all leave for home. I am also talented and powerful enough to paint you as the chauvinistic, usury villain you are. Work with me and you will be single soon, still have a job and maybe still have a few possessions. Fight me and the world will know all about you. You are too old to start over with a bad reputation. I'm only asking you to do what is right. You are emotional, talk to me before you do drastic things. I don't like you and I hate how you are abusing your wife."

At breakfast, his printed, unsigned note was delivered to me just as Terri and Lynn joined me. It said, "You win. I may be foolish but I hoping you will be honorable enough to uphold your end of this bargain."

"Did you ladies enjoy your evening?"

Terri spoke first, "Damn, Tony, you should never have given us the websites with your stories. We haven't slept much in two days."

I looked at Lynn, she would know the context of my question, "Are they wet and tasty like I like them?"

"You would be in heaven and gain ten pounds from our juices."

My two helpers ate like starved soldiers. I'm sure the Sunday Brunch manager was happy to see them leave.

After an abbreviated signing and closing goodbyes, Terri could not wait until we got into the car. We were still loading our luggage when she blurted out, "Tony, I am not a virgin. I have been with a man before. Will you make me pregnant so Lynn and I can have a child?"

I gathered the two of them in my arms and pressed them into the trunk of the car. "No, but Lynn and I together will make you pregnant, so the two of you can have a child."

Both were crying when we drove out of the parking lot. Questions trickled out during our three hour drive home. Finally, I set the stage for them. "Terri, you and Lynn decide when you are the most fertile. We will go away for three days and Lynn will make love to you often to fill you with sperm, hold you and you will have fun together while your body keeps the sperm inside you. In those few fertile days you will get pregnant. The little one has to call me "Uncle Tony" and visit me. If it is a boy, I get to take him to do boy things and if it is a girl, I get to spoil her rotten."

I got blank stares.

"You read some of my stories that described such fantasies. I will direct. Neither of you will really know the scenarios until they happen but you will be in love, satisfied and pregnant."

Lynn spoke up, "So you will make me part of everything?"

"Absolutely. Especially, you will be responsible for cleaning up the wet spot that leaks onto the bed from her cunt after you have filled her with cum."

I drove mostly in silence, watching the two lovers in the rear view mirror, hold each other and whispering secrets that could be forgotten if this wonderful thing did not work out. I don't know why I had no doubts of our success. But I was already enjoying the sound of a young voice calling, "Uncle Tony."

Very early the next morning, I caught Bob leaving for work. Sue was in her house coat at the door. "Hay, Bob, I have to work most of the day at the giant mall. Is it okay, if I take Sue with me, so she can shop for her fall wardrobe?"

His stare was cold when he replied, "Sure go ahead."

Sue was in shock but I called out to her, "Sue, be ready at nine, I have to be there and working by ten. You will be on your own all day. Bob and I'll settle up tonight for what you spend."

Sue said very little as we drove the short distance to the mall. We did stop for coffee and she said, "That was a surprise."

"I ran into Bob over the weekend and talked to him about how sad it was that you were a prisoner in your own home. It shocked him and he asked that I help break his bad habits."

I called Lynn and Terri to be her guides around the mall. I got some static but they were there for early lunch at the Food Court. They hit it off a little too well. I was hoping Terri would not get Sue liking women as sex partners.

When I drove them home at six p.m., it was a noisy hen party and we even had to hold packages outside the car's windows to get everything to Sue's house. My ears would get tired quickly around them. I slipped Lynn and Terri, Lynn's usual fee and reminded Terri that she owed me some answers about calendar dates.

I helped Sue pile all her treasurers up on her kitchen table. At first she was bubbling over with excitement. "I haven't laughed or enjoyed myself that much in years. Lynn and Terri are lots of fun and they sure do know how to shop."

Her thoughts stalled and then she added, "Harold will not be happy about all that I spent."

"Model for him. He will love how you look. I wish I could see you in and out of every outfit. He will have some more surprises for you over the next few days."

I was still unloading packages when Bob arrived. I welcomed him as my best friend and told him what a wonderful day, he had given his wife. He did not look too happy but I as I drove the hundred yards home, I waved to Sue and she showed no hesitation in waving back.

I had mentioned to everyone that I needed to work around the clock for a couple of days or my editor would send the Mafia out after me. I did write frantically and was not disturbed through the night, all the next day and the next night, when I fell asleep on my office couch. I was looking very rough, holding my second cup of coffee when the doorbell rang at ten a.m.

A very excited Sue, was literally bouncing on my door step. "You have to come over and see what Bob just had delivered for me. Come on."

"Not like I'm dressed and in this condidtion."

"You're all right. Come on. Come see."

The gold Mustang was perfect for her. I wondered, if Bob had picked it out and chosen all the extras.

"Isn't it beautiful? It's perfect, isn't it? I just have to learn to drive. Then I can go all over. I don't have to stay home. Isn't it beautiful?"

I would not have been surprised, if she had peed her pants. But I agreed that it was beautiful and perfect. I even told her I would teach her to drive or call some driving schools for her. I wasn't at all sure she heard me by the time I finally broke away and made it back home to shower, clean up and start writing again.

About one the door bell rang again. Sue was still bouncing a little, "Did you mean it, when you said you would teach me to drive?"

"Sure, when do you want to start?"

Now that had to be the most stupid question, I had ever asked. She handed me the keys. "Sue, I already know how to drive. Keep your keys and let's go give it a try."

Four or five times we practiced unlocking and locking the car; opening and closing the trunk; getting in; buckling up; cranking the car; finding a good radio station; working the lights; blowing the horn; getting the air conditioner and heater to work; working through the automatic gears; stepping on the breaks and a dozen other things like mirrors and seat adjustments. She was anxious but shaking like a leaf when I had her put it into gear, let her foot off the break and gently press the gas. For an hour she only went forward all around the blocks, turning left, turning right, using signals and breaking for stop signs.




The Trophy Wife Next Door Ch. 02



For five of the next seven days, I rode "Sweet Thing" as hard and as fast as I could, across several state lines while still avoiding the law. I talked to Lynn several times and told her what she should bring to the secluded, small, wonderful bed and breakfast that I had discovered two years ago. It was supposed to be closed for the season, but the two gay guys who ran it were friends. They listened to my tale and wanted to help. I assured them, I would make it worth their while and would get them some great publicity for spring. Twice I texted Sue. She did not reply. It was becoming difficult for me to keep my mind from facing that I had butted into her life, messed it up and hurt her. I could not face what I felt and how much I had wanted her.

Terri knew what this long weekend was all about but Lynn was laying it on thick about it being a lovers' get-a-way for the two of them. They arrived early on Terri's first peak fertility day. All day Lynn and she snuggled and talked about the future. After a light dinner, they retired, stone sober, very touchy feely. Soon they were nude in the very dimly lit room, cuddling under the covers; Lynn knew the script.

"Terri, I have never asked you this and it is okay if you say, no. I understand how you feel about having your body penetrated by anything except my tongue and fingers. I have had a fantasy for a long time of making love with you, being assertive and bringing great pleasure to you as a man does to his woman. I would like for us to be together like always are but I would like to wear something and push into your hot, fertile body."

"I want this to be a special weekend for you, as it is for me. If it hurts will you stop?"

"Yes, Lover, I'll stop. I could never hurt you except to make you cum one more time than you want."

"Remember that time we both had too much to drink and you took an hour to push your hand inside me?"

"I am sorry about that. I really got turned on and carried away."

"I need to confess something to you. I have let you feel bad about that but, truthfully, I never came harder in my life. I don't want to go that far tonight but I want to feel you on top of me, taking me, opening me, doing what you want to me to feel complete and satisfied. I'll imagine you cuming and making me pregnant."

For most of an hour, I watched them. Lynn's talented tongue and fingers brought Terri off twice and then tortured her, getting her close and backing away. She put a little pillow under Terri's hips and then buckled on a strap-on a harness with a very natural feeling cock. Terri found it as Lynn climbed back into bed. She stroked it, asked for it to be in her mouth and Lynn urged her on, reaching back to rub Terri's wet, swollen pussy's red lips. I could not hear her whispered words but I knew what was being said. My cock was rock hard and needing to cum. I imagined Lynn's words, "I am going to put one of the big round cushions under your knees so you can tilt her to me. Then I'm going to straddle you, enter you, make love to you, cum in you and leave your pregnant with our baby."

My costume was just to keep Terri from feeling my male skin; it was just a cloth covered half round of cardboard. Lynn set the stage for act one, "Close your eyes, lover, and feel me getting you ready for me to push into you and cum in your belly."

Terri sighed, closed her eyes and helped Lynn by holding her legs up while Lynn positioned the "round cushion" and then stretched Terri's legs over it and straddled her belly. I could see the drops from Lynn's pussy string down from the harness and smear as their bodies touched. For several minutes they kissed and Terri's body began to churn up against Lynn's. Lynn reached back and rubbed her, slipped two fingers into her, spread her, "Are you ready for me?"

A hoarse, turned on, wanting to cum voice rasped out, "Yes. Fuck me." 

Lynn was careful to let only the thumb and forefinger of her right hand touch Terri. When I pushed, Lynn rolled her hips, held her cock away and guided the tip of my cock, through her fist, to push into the willing pussy. Terri's groan was sincere pleasure. Her own hips pushed and Lynn allowed more of me to slip inside her girlfriend.

"Give me all of it."

Lynn let go of my cock and leaned forward to kiss her. I watched Lynn's beautiful naked, spread ass and her little pucker. I could see the muscles begin to tighten and ready themselves for their first thrust. I matched it. Terri had half of me when she moaned into Lynn's mouth, lifted her hips and opened her thighs wider to accept the rest. We had not practiced but I matched the next few thrust perfectly. Lynn's imagination was in over drive so her thrusts were not regular. I heard her struggle to say, "God, Terri, you are so tight, I cannot take much of this, you are going to make me cum."

Lynn's thrusts were harder now and Terri opened as wide as she could and my cock nestled tightly against her each time I tried to match Lynn's thrusts. Terri's fingers were flying on her own clit. The back of her hand rubbed against the empty leather harness. I was struggling with all I had to match their climax to maximize Terri's cervix accepting my sperm. Terri's body began to tremble and Lynn arched her back. Their mouths were glued together but I heard their mutual, "Now." My balls gave up everything and my cock was still throbbing, rock hard when, Lynn lifted Terri's legs and I rolled away. She explained to her hopefully pregnant lover,

"I'm going to tilt your hips so they are higher than your chest, so my cum stays puddled at the mouth of your womb. You can take your time and sip it. It is good for a long time. I want it all to get deep inside you and bathe your egg."

Terri heard her but Terri was played out and almost asleep. She let Lynn maneuver her like a ragdoll, slide into the bed beside her and pull the comforter over them. It wasn't in the script, but I turned off the dim light when I went out.

Before breakfast the next morning, the two ladies had peed, washed and returned to bed to snuggle just a little. Lynn lay on her back with her head at the foot of the bed, toward the door, spread her legs and said, "You didn't finish me last night."

I was going to stroke my half-hard cock to get it ready, but watching Terri's naked ass spread as she crawled up from the foot of the bed to nestle her face between Lynn's thighs was more than I needed for stimulation. Lynn's fingers invaded her lover's pussy, "You are still swimming in my cum from last night." As she pulled her wet fingers free, Lynn reached out and guided my cock smoothly in. Before I hit bottom, I heard Lynn's lips slurp the tasty wetness from Terri's clit.

This time there was no great staging. Terri tensed but then relaxed grinding her pussy into Lynn and thrusting it back against me. Mornings are usually great for male control. Today was an exception. Lynn fingering my balls did not help. Both of their timed moans did not help. When my scrotum tightened, Lynn squeezed as if to wring out the last of my cum from me. My cock throbbed and pulsed longer than it usually did. I knew I was empty but the pleasure from the tight milking sheath was too much to leave. I would probably have stood there until my cock got hard again and I could cum more but Lynn pushed my thighs away. That was my cue to leave, get ready quickly, be sitting at the breakfast table when they arrived and I complaine about them being late.

Lynn had choreographed the late afternoon activity. It seems they liked to play in the shower. I bribed our hosts to let us use their large steam shower with six heads. My job was to sit in a strait back chair and be invisible and cum on queue. An extra shower curtain was my blanket when the lights were turned down low and two nude already turned on women slipped into the steam.

"I have the strap-on again. Walk forward and let me guide you down onto my cock." I leaned to one side so Lynn could stand behind me, kiss, touch and love her girlfriend. "Thrust into me, Terri. I don't know how to move like this."

Lynn's fingers were very active. She was much rougher than I would normally be with a lover. She pulled at Terri's nipples, rubbed her clit and pulled at that too. Terri found the perfect angle to drive her g-spot into the head of my cock and then push having me slide deep enough to press at Lynn's fingers and touch the mouth of Terri's drowning cervix. I watched, detached as long as I could. Lynn had felt me tense about ready to cum. Now, it was she who tensed and she grabbed Terri roughly, cried, "I cuming" and filled her lover up again. When Terri stood to hug Lynn, I snuck away so they could touch and share love without me. I was happy how things were going for them but my invisibility was making me think about Sue more and more.

The last round we had planned was the next morning. It was almost like the morning before. Terri's position said she knew and that she was ready. Lynn was leaning against the headboard this time with her legs splayed wide and Terri's face was working between her outstretched legs. Lynn watched my nude body approach her woman, spread her and enter her from behind. I motioned for Lynn to keep Terri's head down and her hips high so my spend would go deep and be where it should be, if Terri was not already pregnant. Lynn had a plan of her own.

"Terri, use you wonderful muscles and suck me off." For a lesbian, Terri had remarkable control. I had never felt such contractions, ripples and sucking inside a woman. I stood taller and very still to enjoy her every move. Again Lynn instructed her, "Lift your ass higher so my cum will flow deep and stay in you." This new angle raked my cock roughly along the bottom of Terri's clit and across her g-spot.

Terri began to cum but Lynn told her, "I'm not there yet, slow down, keep going."

Those magical muscles sucked and tugged at me. Some part of her insides found a way to lick at the ridge of my helmet and I had to struggle to stand. I was still, she was not moving much but my cock was being stroked. It was very sensitive and my balls loved it and refused to cum. Lynn began to thrust into Terri's face, pushing Terri's cunt into longer slides of pulling my cock out and pushing it in. Lynn knew from watching my squinted eyes and contorted face when the first rope launched from my lurching cock. I reached out to touch some female flesh but I knew it was not Sue, so I remembered my place and why I was there.

When I pulled out of Terri, her cunt was gaping and only a little cum dripped from her opening. I could barely stand and the sensitivity of pulling out bent me over to look at my own, red, pulsing, super-sensitive cock. I managed to stumble out and leave. Terri's ass was still up in the air. I knew that inside, she was working her muscles to suck Lynn's sperm deeper into her body.

We had one more evening together. The plan was for all of us to dine together. Terri was tired and went to sleep early. Lynn came down and saw that I was drinking rather heavily.

"That's not like you, Big Boy. What's wrong?"

"Just me, being me. I messed things up for Sue. I wanted to help but I didn't"

"Why do you say you messed things up?"

"She doesn't even wave to me, answer my calls or text messages. By now I'm sure she is lonely and wishing everything was like it was before she ever met me. I'm sure she blames me for everything."

Lynn knew when to stay quiet.

"I've thought through what happened a hundred times. I didn't think I had horrible motives. I told myself, I was helping and that truth was what she needed to be happy. Now I think I wanted her, could see her being the one and I set out to get her without thinking about her and what she really wanted."

"Tony, I don't think your mind is working and I don't think you are giving Sue enough credit. You don't really think she wanted to be with a cheating husband who didn't care for her, had another family on the side, didn't come home but controlled every facet of her life and wouldn't even let her have friends. Do you?"

"I didn't, but now, I'm not sure. I only know how much, I want her for myself. Maybe I should have told her that and then stayed out of her life. I now think I got involved to benefit myself and not her."

The evening meal was excellent, as usual. Lynn and I talked about more fun stuff. I told her when I would need her and Terri again - this time in San Francisco. As we called it an evening, I gave her a white box with a white bow. The top just lifted off. Inside were two pregnancy tests, a note that said "Wait two weeks," a pink baby rattle and a blue baby rattle. I got my hug and saw tears of hope in her eyes. I thought I would be flying high after what Lynn, Terri and I had done. Instead, I felt empty. Even trying to hear "Uncle Tony" in my mind did not help.

When I got home the next day, I waved to Sue. She did not wave back. The same thing happened the next day. I decided not to try to horn into her world again. The next week a "For Sale" sign went up on her house.

Nothing had ever grounded me or pushed me into a true depression before. This did. I gave up on my current mystery because my characters didn't seem real any more. Porn did not interest me. I started to go really wild with my imagination into the genre of science fiction for the teenage male mind. I tested my first short stories on the internet. They were too dark even for those twisted, hormone driven creatures.

For a day, I could soak up the beauty and enthusiasm from Lynn and Terri. Terri was pregnant. It was too early for this, but I thought, she absolutely glowed. I gave Lynn an outline of my family tree, my boringly healthy medical history and an "I Owe You" to "a baby to be named later" for $20,000 to start a college savings account in a Franklin Mutual Fund. I also told her to have all the medical bills sent to me. Hell, I could use all of that for write offs.

I could not tell anyone what was going through my mind. It was too un-American, too libertine and too deviant for western consumption. My father had been career military. I had spent many years in Oriental countries. When I enlisted, I spent two more in Thailand. Before I was twelve, I knew "marriage" was a contract in most of the world. Sometimes "love" came later from mutual respect. I thought more and more every day that I belonged in a society where a woman would be with me because I would provide, would be nice and respect our agreement. I could accept the fantasy and the lie that she cared, if we could share time together, have satisfying sex and be together day after day. Love had failed me many times. I was ready for another approach in the years I had left. I wanted a son and a family, more than I wanted everything else. I never voiced that, because it sounded so pitiful and needy. I was stronger than anyone I knew, yet I had this need and twisted way of thinking burning inside me. On top of that, I loved Sue and she hated me for what I had done to her life.

Two thirds drunk, I typed as fast as I knew how to escape into "Coulan -- the universe's consummate hunter." It grew and grew from a short story into a novel and my editor sent it to another publisher. Everything exploded. It was picked up by a cartoon network and worked into a Saturday program. That quickly moved to a late weeknight cartoon and I was asked to write more. In five months, my stupidity had made more money than all my mysteries combined and it showed no hint of stopping. The more I wrote, the more I made Coulan like me, dark, sulking and desirous of a young girl that he knew and who kept his secret.

All I had to do was, drink half a box of cheap wine, wear lose clothing and start typing. The part of me that never grew up, raced from my finger tips and sold without much editing. The sadder, I got, the more popular the "late night kids'" program became. Polls of viewers discovered that men, 30-50 watched the show more than teenagers did. Women watched to see if Coulan ever lost control and took what he wanted from the human females of the earth. He was massive, unbeatable and always on the edge of losing control. That is why he was spending so many years exiled on the earth, until he matured. The more I wrote, the more I knew, I had never matured and did not deserve love unless I earned it or paid for it. My love was a gift but I did not deserve the same gift in return.

In one day of sanity, I went with Lynn to see a now eight month pregnant, Terri. During lunch at their house, Terri showed me a tiny foot push against her skin from inside her. She asked that I gently push at it. The human inside her learned quickly to resist the pressure of my hand. My eyes were full of tears when she asked me to stop playing because she was getting kicked painfully under her ribs.

For two days, I wrote and re-wrote what had happened when I felt the tiny foot inside Terri. Lynn had sensed something was wrong. She came to me and gave me what she had and what had always been my desire. She gave me her body. I tasted it, touched it, reveled in it, pleased her and fucked her until she went home the next morning satisfied and knowing that I was still on the edge, like my cartoon, Coulon. I also knew, I was losing my grip on reality, so I wrote and wrote and wrote to please the endless demand. When I fell asleep on my keyboard, there were a few hours of relief. I could not let my mind and heart be free or the tears would come.

Lynn was my friend. Somehow, she found where Sue had moved to. She had gone back to the small town where she was born. Now she was affluent but alone and unhappy. Lynn's presence on her doorstep did not make Sue any happier but she was gracious and invited her in for coffee.

Finally the eight hundred pound gorilla was addressed, "Sue, why did you quit talking to Tony and move away?"

"Did he send you to ask me that?"

"No, he has no idea that I am here."

"He played with me, used me, broke-up my marriage and all that left me alone."

"He cares for you very much. He thought, he was helping by getting you some freedom, some excitement, some new experiences and letting you see how you were being used and even abused."

"Why are you here?"

"I thought we were at least casual friends and could talk. He is a wonderful man and has helped Terri and me beyond words but he has not recovered from your rejection. Like you, he now also believes, he should have left you alone to live with your cheating husband, controlled and afraid in your house. He is having trouble living with the hurt he feels he caused you by wanting to give you control of your life, your happiness and your freedom. I should not have come. I see now that he is right and you did not mind being degraded and you do not value what Tony wanted to give you."

Sue sat quietly. Lynn felt very out of place.

"I need to leave. I was wrong in coming. Your world and his are just too far apart. When they touched, I guess, everyone had to get hurt."

"Is Tony alright?"

"No. You have been with him. I'm sure you felt the life, the excitement and love that goes with him. He wanted you, he wanted to help you. When you were hurt instead, that drained much of the life out of him. He is busy, successful and more deeply sad than anyone should have to endure. Don't worry, I should be able to get dozens of people to put fun and happiness back into him. I'll tell him how beautiful you house is, tell him about your furniture, your car, your computer, your family that lives with you, your friends, your activities and all the freedom you have. That will please him and make him know that he did not ruin your life by having your cheating husband tell you the truth."

Lynn gathered her stuff and began to leave when Sue said, "He could call me."

Lynn's face flushed with anger. She was barely in control. "You turned your back on him, did not answer his many calls; didn't wave when he waved and left without saying goodbye to a man who loves you and wants only the best for you. Don't you think you have to purse him equally? Can't you be human and call him?" She knew it was best that she got out of Sue's house before she exploded.




The Trophy Wife Next Door Ch. 02



As Lynn's rental car backed out of the drive way, Sue's mind filled with a hundred questions that she wished she had asked. These were people who cared about her, took her shopping, teased with her, made her important and now sought her out to say, "Tony is hurting and missing you." For several days, Sue looked at her stayed, organized, routine life. It did not matter, if she did not go to a meeting or some luncheon. No one cared that much. Tony cooked for her, tried to please her, sent Lynn and Terri to be her shopping friends and a dozen other things. She could not remember why she was mad at him. In an old psychology course they had talked about transference. She was angry with Tom, what he had done and how he had treated her. She was not angry with Tony. He was only the messenger who tried to phrase everything so it would not hurt her.

Sue's plane arrived mid afternoon. Her drive took an hour. She parked her rental car by a dusty and dirty "Sweet Thing" sitting neglected outside. The mail box had not been emptied in a week. No one answered the doorbell but the door was not locked. The house was dark and musty. She could hear someone typing frantically. She had never known anyone who typed as fast as Tony when he was in the middle of a story. His office door was open. He looked like hell. He had not shaved in days and his lounging pants and t-shirt had been slept in for a couple of nights. She looked about and was shocked to discover that the new "Coulan" series on television was his. Tears were coming down his face as he lived his story.

Softly, she only said, "Tony."

He froze but did not see her or answer. He drank a full glass of wine that was on his desk and began typing again building speed rapidly. 

"I came to see how you are, Tony."

His eyes were wild and they darted about looking into the darkness from his lighted desk. Again he began to type.

"Tony, it's me, Sue."

He stood and peered toward the door, he could see a shape, "Sue?"

"Yes, it's me."

"I am so embarrassed, look at this place and me. Please come into the kitchen where there is light and we can open the windows and get you something to drink and eat. Please tell me what all is happening in your life. How are you? Are you happy?......"

"Relax, Tony, I am here to see you. There is no hurry."

"I did not mean to hurt you."

"I know that now. I was confused for a while."

He still had not moved. 

"Come on into the kitchen, Tony. I'll make us some coffee and we can talk."

He moved like he was in a trance and afraid that if he took his eyes off her she would disappear. 

She asked, "When did you sleep last?"

"I don't know. If I try, my mind races and sleep doesn't come. If I work, people are happy with me. Terri is having a baby boy next month and I'll be "Uncle Tony."

He was so tired that he could not do anything except work and now look at her. When the coffee was ready, she reached out to serve him. He held her hands, looked at her and tears rolled down his face. "I did not mean to hurt you. I have no right, but I love you."

They sat on the couch together in his office and unlike him, he talked incessantly trying to be interesting to her and keep her with him. Beautifully, Sue understood and said, "Tony, I want to hear everything that has happened but right now, I am very tired. Please just hold me for a while."

His arm went around her shoulders; she nestled into him. He was quiet, kissing her hair and then, he was very still. With her there, at least for a short while, he could relax. When he did, he fell asleep, exhausted.

Sue wiggled out from under his arm, covered him, did little things for a while and then called Lynn. "I'm here at Tony's. He's asleep right now. Why didn't you tell me, he was coming apart?"

"I didn't think you would believe me or cared. I am so happy you came to see him. He needs to know that you have forgiven him. Then you can go home and he can pull himself together again."

"What if I don't leave?"

"Then fasten your seatbelt and be ready for a wild, fun filled life, full of surprises, caring and love. Terri and I have a lot to tell you."

"Come on over. He'll be asleep a long time. You both can help me air this musty place out."

Tony awoke, bathed, shaved and cleaned himself up. He was surprised to see all three of his women together. He hoped to make Sue understand how much he had missed her. The girls were still talking and exchanging information. Sue asked, "Terri how did you get pregnant." 

Tony had barely made it into the room when Terri reached out and grabbed his cock and said, "Lynn did it with this." Strangely, Sue was jealous and reached down and moved Terri's hand.

"That's all male, I want it now."

Terri was now a Tony supporter and responded, "That is definitely male and made me pregnant, but that cock wanted you every second. Lynn and I knew that but we still used him."

Tony was on auto pilot and had not heard a word that Terri had said. He reached out and pulled a resisting Sue to him. He was beyond caring; he was lust filled and wanted her.

More confusion than logic filled the room. Terri and Lynn began to strip Sue and Tony rushed in to help like a horny teenage boy. He couldn't form words, his hands trembled as he touched her skin and his mouth quivered wanting to taste ever inch of Sue's skin. He felt like the village idiot but did not care, if he could only kiss her or touch her.

Somehow the women knew to act for him. First they kissed Sue, nursed at her breasts and spread her legs. When Lynn licked up her slit, Terri asked, "His cock will stretch you and hurt you some, is that alright with you?" Sue did not answer as Terri's fingers opened her lips and her soft mouth sucked kisses from her pussy's lips.

"The head of his cock has been inside me before."

"But his cock gets wider than the head and it is long. Do you want to take it?"

"Get me wet and have him stretch me, fuck me and please me."

While Terri licked Sue's pussy, Lynn pulled at Tony's cock. It was already rigid and pulsing. Only a few pulls would make him fill the air with ropes of cum. His mind was beyond logic, he only wanted to cum. When Lynn pulled, his body went with her and his helmet spread Sue's cunt's lips. The thought almost made him cum. He thrust and his cock lurched half way into her body. She felt pain. Never had she taken anything so thick. His mind knew that his thrust has been stopped, so his body pulled back and thrust again. Her legs opened wider, her body opened and her senses accepted the stretching pain that was hers to endure. That stretching pain filled her with more pleasure than she ever imagined. Without a word she screamed at him, pleading for another thrust. Her body had no brain. His body had no brain. Her body asked to be taken. His body gave what hers asked for. Only another inch went into her. Her moan pleaded and he thrust again. Now it was animal to animal. She spread for him and he thrust to fill her. Wider again, thrust again. Pubic bone ground into pubic bone, but neither Sue nor Tony knew whose pleasure or whose pain was theirs.

Terri and Lynn had found their places between two sets of spread legs. Terri told her, "Guide his cock into you, so he can stretch you, fill you and we can hear you cum and take him in your belly."

Lynn was touching herself and pleading, "Fuck her Tony."

Terri chimed in again, "Yes, Tony, make her squeal."

Two female voices pleading for him to satisfy a third female were too much for him to deny. Even, if he died in the process, Sue would cum on his throbbing cock before his last breath. Luckily, Sue wanted him to live so she came and came again, and his balls could live to please her another day.

For tonight, however, they would be empty. His belly tightened, his sack drew up and his sperm pumped into Sue's unprotected womb. In his exhausted, out of control imagination, he heard a distant cry of "Uncle Tony" and a faint little girl's voice call up to him, "Daddy."