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Good Neighbor

By: jimmito



I did not remember my neighbor's name. We had lived next to each other for two years and exchanged pleasantries but never visited each other's homes. We were both in our mid forties, about the same size all around. He was married and his wife would nod and smile at me but I had never spoken to her nor she to me.

I am not unfriendly. I am however very reserved. He was apparently also reserved so there was little chance of a close friendship.

I had a lover that spent most weekends at my house. We had been each other's "significant other" for years and we were very comfortable in our relationship. My only complaint about her was that she was more than a bit prudish.

She would never take the initiative on a lovemaking session. I at times managed to get her to pay some oral attention to my dick but nothing resembling a blowjob. She would not let my mouth near her pussy; she thought it was too nasty. Threesomes or exhibitionism were absolutely out of the question. The one thing she tolerated and may have actually enjoyed was porn. I had some porn.

A new X Rated movie had just arrived with my Saturday mail. I was home alone and would be until evening so I inserted the disc into the player to preview it. I had just started to watch it when the phone rang. A confusing conversation with the lady about what to set out for dinner distracted me completely so when the doorbell rang it never occurred to me to turn off the movie.

It was my neighbor at the door asking if I had a cordless drill he could borrow for five minutes. I did and went to search for it. When I returned with it I found him staring at the TV. His gym shorts made little effort to hide his rising dick. I watched as his cock became fully hard.

He was embarrassed when he saw me looking at him. I was embarrassed that he caught me looking at him. He mumbled something about the movie and I mumbled something about just getting it in the mail.

I handed him the drill and he glanced at the TV on his way out then briefly stared at my crotch as he stepped away. I was surprised to see that my dick was hard too.

In my college days, many years before, my roommate and I jacked off in the others presence several times. About once a month we would buy a porn magazine and masturbate ourselves through it.

We never touched the others dick but I admit that had he asked me I would have. It dawned on me years later that had I asked him to touch my dick he would have also.

I really enjoyed our sessions even after I began to worry that I liked looking at his dick just as much as I liked looking at the tits and pussy in the magazine. At the end of our junior year he moved in with the girl he would eventually marry. I moved in with the girl I would marry and divorce.

I expected that sooner or later I would satisfy my curiosity about gay sex. I was in fact surprised that at this stage of my life I still had not done so.

My neighbor seemed to be a good guy, a normal guy. I found myself edgy anticipating his return. I decided that if my neighbor wanted to stay and watch the movie it would be fine with me. I left the movie playing.

About ten minutes later he knocks at my door and I let him in. His eyes went to my crotch and took in my hard dick. He said that the battery seemed weak and would I charge it up for him a few minutes, he was almost finished with the job.

I said, "Sure. Is your wife anxious for you to finish the project?"

"She does not know about it. I was just looking for something to do with my day. She will be at her mother's until late."

"In that case have a seat while I plug this into the charger. I'll bring us a beer while we wait on it."

I had pointed at a double recliner love seat that was directly across from the large screen TV. He had a very stiff dick by the time he sat.

My drill charger had a dial that would tell me how much of a charge there was in the battery. It read that it had plenty of juice left. My neighbor used it as an excuse to return and watch the movie. I was very pleased.

I brought two beers into the living room and almost caught him as he stroked his dick through his shorts.

I sat next to him and we sat in silence, sipping our beer and watching the others dick out of the corner of our eyes. I shifted my body in such a way that the head of my dick slid out into the open through the loose legs of my shorts. I pretended not to notice. My heart was racing. I wondered if he would stay, or excuse himself and go home, or punch me out. He stayed.

If the movie had any scenes of couple's sex I did not notice. Every scene I remembered was of multiple partners. It was a very good film but I knew my lady would not enjoy it much.

While I was thinking whether I should return it or not I saw my neighbor reach through his gym short leg opening and start to caress his dick. He was now looking at my mostly exposed dick almost as much as he was looking at the screen.

I knew my gay adventure would take place that day.

I took the next step. I got up, walked to the linen closet, got two small towels and walked back to the sofa. As I stood by him my dick was at his eye level. The hem of my shorts was above my dick exposing all of my cock to him. He stared and visibly gulped at the sight.

I gave him one towel and before sitting I removed my shorts. I was naked from the waist down. I sat and concentrated on the movie until I saw him remove his shorts too.

We masturbated slowly. We alternated between watching the movie and each other. I was watching him stroke his dick when he groaned. I turned to the TV and saw a long dick slowly penetrating a red head's ass as she sucked on a large cock. I groaned. We both increased the speed of our strokes. He came first, barely managing to get his towel in position to catch his cum. I came when I saw his cum pool on the towel.

After we caught our breath I picked up both towels and put them in the washer, but not before running my finger over his cum. I got two more beers and went back to the living room.

I half expected to find him dressed and ready to go. He had his shorts by his side, holding them in one hand. When he saw me sit while still naked below the waist he released his grip on them and accepted the beer.

We toyed with our dicks while we watched the rest of the movie. We each had semis when it ended.

He spoke the first words either of us said since he came in the door. He asked, "Do you have many of those?"

"A few. Here, let me get you the stack so you can look through them while I get us another beer."

The discs were in a cabinet beneath the TV. I chose to retrieve them by bending at the waist and reaching down for them. I wanted him to take a good look at my ass.

By the time I clumsily managed to get a handful of discs and hand them to him his dick had grown appreciably. I went for the beers after a quick detour to the bedroom for a special bag in the nightstand. I also took off my t-shirt so when I returned to the living room I was completely naked.

He had separated one movie from the rest. I assumed that was the one he wanted to see next so I took it from him.

Again I bent at the waist while I inserted the disc in the player and by the time I sat down at the sofa next to him he had also removed his shirt and sported a raging hard on.

The movie he chose was mostly oral sex scenes, no plots. I had gotten it in the hope the lady would at least consider it but to no avail. I had watched it only once.

I did not find the first two scenes very appealing so I mostly watched my neighbor caress his dick. He did not want to rush to jack off, probably hoping that something better would happen. That was what I was hoping too.

The third scene got our undivided attention. In it a middle-aged wife was being urged by her husband to give his friend a blowjob. Her reluctance was overcome when the friend took out his dick and placed it in front of her face as she sat on a sofa. She reached for it slowly, kissed it, and then swallowed it. The cameraman made sure we saw that the dick was in her throat.

The husband sat on the floor between her legs and raised her dress to her waist. He dove at her pussy while she devoured his friend's cock. My neighbor and I were moaning by now. We had to squeeze our dicks hard to keep from cumming.

The scene shifted and the three protagonists were now nude in a bed. The two guys were side by side on their backs. The woman had a knee between each of their legs and was alternating sucking their cocks. Each guy had a hand on a tit. We both gasped when she brought their dicks together and tried to stuff both of them into her mouth at once.

My neighbor was frantic. He looked for the towels but I had taken them away. I quickly reached into the bag I had retrieved from the bedroom and pulled out some flavored condoms. I opened a pouch with a lemon-flavored version and quickly rolled it over his dick. The contact between my hands and his cock sent him into frenzy. When I bent over and filled my mouth with his dick he erupted. I could actually feel his cum fill the end of the condom.

He slowly began to come down from his sexual high. I kept his dick in my mouth as it shrank. My neighbor was caressing my face and head.

I sat up and gently removed the condom. After securing the end I placed it on the end table.

When I looked back at him he had a cherry flavor condom out. He knelt in front of me and with gentle touches nursed my cock back to full strength.

He started to place the condom on my dick but hesitated. 

He kissed the head of my cock. He licked it. 

He put my dick in his mouth and rolled his tongue around the head.

I caressed his cheeks, ran my fingers through his hair.

He started to suck me off. The cherry condom was still in his hand. I was not going to last long and urged him to hurry with the condom.

He dropped the condom on the floor and put his whole body into my blowjob. 

My ass was hanging off the edge of the sofa. The hand that had been caressing my balls reached further back and I felt a finger invade my ass.

I exploded into his mouth. It was my second cum and I still flooded his mouth. He swallowed most of it. My dick stayed in his mouth until it had shrunk to nearly nothing and he was still reluctant to release it.

I pulled him up to me and hugged him. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I kissed him back, tasting my cum on his lips. 

We had forgotten about the movie.

He got up to take a piss and I took the spent and unused condoms to the trash. I thought about more beer but decided some Cafe DuMond would be better. After I set the coffee brewing I went to take my own piss. As I went by the living room I saw my neighbor on the sofa looking at the contents of the bag. When I rejoined him he had the contents neatly lined up on the end table.

There were more flavored condoms which I explained to him was a failed attempt to get my lady to give me a blowjob. 

I thanked him for his gift.

There were three vibrators, a small and two mediums. I told him they were rarely used. The small one was for me. There were two tubes of KY Jelly, original and hot.

The last item was still in its sealed plastic bag, never used. 

It was a strapon.

The coffee was ready and I served us each a cup. We drank in silence as the blowjob movie ran its course. My free hand was on his dick. His was on mine.

When the movie concluded I got up and changed discs, again presenting my ass to him. The movie I chose was of anal action scenes. As I returned to the sofa I saw he was again fully hard.

As the second anal scene concluded I grabbed a tube of lubricant and inserted a large dollop into my ass. I squeezed another dollop and covered the head of his dick with it. I got on the floor on my hands and knees.

He sank to his knees behind me and caressed my ass as he lined his dick to my virgin hole. Slowly he sank his cock into my ass.

At first the only pleasure I had was mental, just the realization that I at last had a guys cock up my ass. As the initial discomfort faded away the cock in me started to feel pleasant. He was barely moving his dick in my ass the first few minutes. His caresses told me he loved where his cock was.

When he at last started to fuck me in earnest his pleasure and passion was transferred to me. My dick had become semi rigid by the time I felt his cum shooting up my ass. My biggest surprise came a few minutes later when he pulled out. My ass missed having his cock in it.

We sat on the floor with our backs to the sofa. He kissed me on the cheek and played with my slowly hardening dick while we watched more scenes of anal penetration. He urged me up to the edge of the sofa and quickly engulfed my dick in his mouth. In a very short time he had my cock at full attention.

He dabbed lubricant on my dick and into his ass. He assumed the position I had recently held.

I penetrated his ass slowly, savoring every millimeter of passage. Once I had sunk completely in I reversed directions just as slowly. My second penetration brought a moan from him. He liked my cock up his ass.

His ass squeezed my dick and I suddenly found myself fucking him hard. What little cum I had left shot out of me like a missile. He felt it and began to spasm. To both our surprise he had cum again.

We fell flat on the floor in a heap, my cock still in his ass. After a couple of minutes my dick slipped out of his hole producing a moan of regret from him.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to note that we had been fucking for nearly four hours. He needed to get home and I needed to clean up. 

He wanted to borrow the blowjob movie and wanted to confirm that the threesome was the third clip. He wanted his wife to see it. 

My face must have flashed an expression of hope, which prompted him to say, "I have no idea. It's worth a try."

As he left we both said "Thanks" simultaneously.

As I gathered the stuff from the bag and cleaned the cum that had come out of our asses two things occurred to me, he did not get the cordless drill, I still did not know his name. 

Good Neighbor Brooke



I knew it was wrong but when I opened the door and saw Julie standing there in the hot pink figure hugging mini dress looking like a total slut for me I had to give her that kiss even before she got inside in. Julie is a younger then me and to have such a sexy hot huge breasted girl show such an overwhelming interest in me was something I'd dreamed of for a few years. We had met the day before in the store she worked in while I was looking at all the sexy lingerie. She came over and instantly I could see her interest was more then a sale. I usually didn't go out dressed as risky in such skimpy attire but after ten years of a boring marriage and my husband out of town on a job for two weeks I was going to test the waters and see if maybe I still had it. She certainly left no doubt in my mind I had plenty of what she wanted. I was wearing a light blue halter without a bra on my 38G-cup tits and a black tight mini skirt with black sheer nylons and heels. Walking in the through the lot I got some obvious looks thinking to myself I must almost look like a hooker. My huge full tits wobbled obscenely in a bra without one and in the thin crossover top and the heels only increased the jiggle and bobbling motion about ten fold.

The lingerie store turned out to be the one and only stop I made as Julie not only made a good sale but also snuck in a sensuous few minutes of felling up my over abundant chest while trying on some brassiere'. I had often fantasized over the years about making it with another female and the urge had been growing greater lately. 

Julie is twenty-three and really hot, at my height 5-5 she also has big luscious mounds, if not as large as mine her' are still very huge 36F-cups. She had made sure while she assisted me to make casual tit to tit contact on several occasions.

I was unable to fight off the temptation to have sex with her so as I checked out my purchases I wrote her my number and told her to call. She didn't let me down and called later that night after she got off work. We nearly had phone sex and when I told her I was all alone for the next couple weeks she told me, not if she could help it!

I invited her over immediately when she told me she was off the next day and agreed to come over early....

I dressed that morning as though I was eighteen again feeling so horny wanting to impress her. I was wearing a black mini cocktail dress with spaghetti straps that was cut extremely low, actually more for someone with no more then DD-cups. The hem just covered the tops of my black sheer nylons and garter clasps. The heels I put on were 6" spiked stiletto's that laced around my ankles. Looking in the mirror after finishing my make-up I had to smile thinking that I had even out did the hooker look from the day before. 

When the doorbell rang I was in the kitchen and glanced at the clock that read nine-thirty noting if it was her she was a half-hour early, a very good sign.

When I walked to the door I looked down at my bulging quivering tits above the low bodice and suddenly hoped it wasn't someone else. I peeked out the small security lens and it was the stunning young thing.

I opened the door seeing her smiling and taking a long look at my overly exposed cleavage she said, "Oh Sue nice to...see so much of you!" 

That did it to me and as she walked in brushing her luscious tightly clad deliciously exposed cleavage to mine I leaned in for the kiss. She reacted as I thought she might and moved a hand to my cheek holding the kiss longer then I had intended it to be. Her tongue slipped into my mouth the instant our lips touched making me instinctively suck it. I suddenly realized I was doing this with another female right in the open in the neighborhood where I as a married woman lived for over five years. Still she was so intoxicating I let it happen.

I managed to get the door closed hoping no one had witnessed my lewd lesbian behavior but not breaking the oral connection with her. We melted together Julie dropping her bag on the floor and embracing me feverishly working that slippery tongue deeper into my accepting mouth. Feeling her soft huge tits crushed to mine was even more exciting then I imagined it might be. We kissed like two long lost lovers with our hands moving over the firm curves of our scantly clad bodies. It was a wet moaning kiss one neither of us seemed eager to end as I sucked her tongue as she worked it in and out between my glossy lip covered full lips.

We were not moving from where we stood although our bodies squirmed together the friction adding to the intensity of our oral foreplay.

Moaning as she withdrew her tongue Julie whispered into my panting mouth, "I really want to fuck you Sue!"

I thought the comment was a bit strange coming from another woman until I felt her force my right thigh between hers and felt something hard rubbing against it.

She sensed what my quizzical look meant and said, "I love fucking hot women with my strap-on friend so I wore specially for you honey!"

I moved my hand between us almost doubting what I was hearing and felt between her legs to find the big hard rubber cock slipped down in the tight band of her thigh high nylon. I squeezed it and purred back to her, "well if you fuck anything like you look I think I'm going to get fucked incredibly, hmm darling!"

She smiled slyly and nodded to me with a hiss said, "fucked and fucked and fucked!"

Just then I noticed a movement outside, I didn't react right away but rather hugged Julie close rubbing my hand up and down the fake cock under the hem of her dress. I watched the window and in a few seconds I saw the figure had moved to the next window up pause and look in the corner. I could feel Julie going for my huge tits caressing them. I did not look directly at the window but I knew someone was watching us it made my heart race even more. Julie moved her fingers to my straps working the dress down off my massive tits until it was gathered around my waist. She moved her head down licking my tits all over wetly and with a feverish passion. I used this time to keep an eye out for the figure to reveal them self. I toss my head slightly more from the pleasure of her mouth on my tits then a decoy but at the instant I peeked I could see who it was!

Julie was sucking my right nipple moaning and soon licked across to my left as the figure had raised up to get a better angle. I wasn't surprised nor was I alarmed....it was my young neighbor Brooke! She had made vague suggestive remarks to me in the past about my huge chest that I always made me think she would be hot in bed but I resisted my urge avoiding a neighborhood affair. She is a cute, with a well toned figure and my guess was at least D-cups, she tended to dress sexy also maybe the same age as Julie. I would not mind one bit having sex with her but right now as a peeper I was finding her even more exciting.

I pulled Julie' face from my tits and said, "My turn honey," as I pulled the tight stretchy top of her dress down as she had did mine freeing her fat wobbly sexy flesh melons.

"Go baby suck my horny tits, I love an aggressive lover, go get them baby suck my huge jugs!" she exclaimed rubbing her soft huge tits against mine hissing her remarks to me.

I turn her profile to the window so Brooke my nosey neighbor can get a good view of me sucking the sexy girl' massive tits.

I lean over so my own giant boobs hang under me as I begin licking all over Julie' gorgeous tits. I lick them making them wet with my saliva juicing mouth taking eager sucks on each nipple but mostly licking the over abundant soft fleshiness of her sexy melons. I lift one licking the underside then the other licking it up and to the nipple then sucking on it. 

She grips my hair moaning, "Oh fuck baby you love my huge tits like I love those giant ones of your', lick my fucking hot tits baby that will get you fucked more then you've ever been fucked!" 

I didn't expect another female to talk as filthy as Julie did but it only added to the excitement I was feeling for her and Brooke watching us.

I was also using one hand to pull out the nice hard dildo from under her ultra short hem and stroke it like jacking off a man' dick. 

She moaned, "Yes baby jack off my girl-dick....oooooooh it is hitting my clit....mmmmmm.... you sex starved hot fucking slut, lick my huge tits get me boiling hot to fuck you!"

Julie let my hair go reaching under me she got each nipple of my massive dangling tits and began pulling on them tugging with perfect firmness as though trying to milk them. I was on fire sucking her nipples harder she was moaning those filthy obscene urges to me.

Obviously it was enough and she pulled me up kissing me and rubbing her wet saliva covered tits to mine she swabbed my mouth with her tongue pulling back and hissing, "I really need to fuck you baby, take us to the bedroom!"

I kissed her quickly but instead of the bedroom I pulled her hand leading her to the dining room nearby and quickly pulled off my panties. 

Julie looking at me as I leaned on the dining table with both hands wagged my round butt and sighed, "fuck me right here baby, give it to me from behind!"

"Oh yeah you want it bad hmm, you need my girl-dick in that hot pussy baby," she cooed loving the idea of fucking me bent over the table.

I picked it knowing Brooke would see us perfectly from there and the thrill of her watching was increasing my sexual energy.

Julie got behind me holding the nice stiff fake cock moved up working it in my soaked horny pussy making me shriek with pleasure biting my lower lip, "Oooooooooooo....mmmmmmmmm....oh fuck get it in baby fuck me like a whore!"

"You are my whore, my hot fucking sexy huge titty lesbian whore baby. From the moment you walked in the store I knew you'd be a hot fuck!" she sighed working several inches of the hot lesbian dick in me. Taking me by the hips she began thrusting and fucking me pumping that delicious cock in me thrusting so her stomach and velvety thighs banged against me. I was lost in the moment thrusting back into her fuck pumping. My head tossed enjoying this assault on my pussy more then any man had ever fucked me. Moaning and calling for her to fuck me more and more Julie was up to it thrusting and fucking me hard. She was moaning as loud as I was making me wonder how she was getting pleasure from this lesbian fucking. She moaned loud saying she was going to cum.

I collected myself for a moment and panted, "Honey, how can you cum using this fake cock on me?"

She moaned back to me, "It is banging my clit, it is designed to do it I've never used this one before....ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck....fuck I'm going to cum!"

I looked to the window turning my head quickly and Brooke was looking right at us but she would not know I saw her I rolled my eyes up as though I had not seen her, but sneaking in another glance seconds later she was gone.

Julie went off as she said she was going to and jerked wildly falling on my back heaving into my sucking pussy she had a body rocking orgasm. I was disappointed she had cum so fast not allowing me the complete pleasure I desired. She staggered back panting from the obvious draining orgasm she leaned against the near wall sucking in her breath.

"I thought you were going to fuck me out of my mind!" I shouted disappointed at the sexy younger girl.

"Oh Sue....I....I...I've never did anything like this before," she said making me look at her with a questioning _expression.

"What do you mean?" I asked hands on my hips glaring at her.

"I've never had sex with another female and you just had me so hot I could not control myself," she confessed still panting for air.

"You...you never fucked another female, you told me you were a lesbian!" I said with a disgusted tone.

"I know I've wanted it so bad but this is..." she paused, "well I never have so sue me!" she spat the last remark at me.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I demanded to know.

"I have to go....I have to go to work I lied about being off today, I'm really off tomorrow can I fuck with you again?" she really made me mad with that admission.

I walked over to her and taking her by the chin looking her deep in the eyes I said, "I'll never fuck you again you lying bitch, get out and get out now!" I said with a commanding hiss.

"But...but honest Sue I...." she whined as I cut her off.

"No...get the fuck out and leave that dildo you fucking bitch!" I yelled at her again.

Scared now Julie rushed fixing her dress looking sheepishly at me she wiggled out of the satiny harness leaving the cock in the harness fall to the floor. She tried to get tough and said, "I'm coming back and if you don't fuck for me your husband will find out about your little nasty secret life!"

I walked over quickly and thinking fast said, "I'm not married to a man you stupid bitch, I live with female lover and she will tear you apart if she learns you fucked me, she is a jealous nut!"

I could see in her eyes she believed it, I suppose being a woman she knew other women can be insane over protecting what is their'. She turned and almost ran for the door. I watched out the window as she got in her car and left in a hurry. I also noticed Brooke at the side of her house doing some stretches obviously going for her morning run I knew she did several times a week. She was wearing a red and black spandex running suit that must include a snug sports bra since her big tits were minimized in the sexy tight top. She watched doing a stretch as Julie rushed to her car and sped off then glanced over at my house. I knew she could not see me but I moved away from the window anyway.

I was disgusted with the entire event having looked forward to my first lesbian encounter I picked up the strap-on and laid it on the counter. Pulling my dress back up over my massive tits I sat at the breakfast bar thinking how stupid I had been.

Suddenly the phone rang startling me....

When I answered it I heard immediately, "Sue this is Brooke is everything ok, I just saw a very....well a woman run from your house and speed off I know Mike is gone so I wanted to check on you!"

I wasn't surprised and she seemed to want to ignore the earlier peeping so I played along acting upset, "Oh she was just a girl that somehow took something wrong that happened yesterday...I...I...it was just upsetting Brooke!"

"Would you like me to come over...talk maybe?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh could you honey that would be so nice of you," I said almost purring in the phone feeling shivers crawl over me.

"I'll be right over," she said quickly hanging up.

I had to move fast I took the strap-on and shimmied into it wiggling the satiny harness up to my hips and just as Julie had I took the dildo and pushed it in the top band of my nylon. In place I felt the softer rubber back side fit against my clit, it made me quiver with excitement. I quickly went in the bathroom and redid my lip gloss thinking of something to explain why I was dressed like this at ten-thirty in the morning.

Just then the doorbell rang and I went to it coming up with an excuse that sounded reasonable as I pulled open the door.

"Brooke thanks for coming over please come in," I noticed immediately she had taken off the work out bra and the tank style spandex top was doing all it could to contain her full sexy tits. Her sexy round high butt was searing in the tight black and red shorts as she entered she looked at my overly exposed bulging tits.

"Umm...I....I'm only to glad to help Sue," she stammered obviously overwhelmed with the view I provided.

I looked at my dress looking down as though reading her mind, "I should explain. I bought this dress yesterday and the girl you seen leaving had delivered it this morning. She works at the store I bought it at, they offer personal alterations and she just showed up offering to do the fitting here."

I could see Brooke didn't really care her eyes were displaying total lust for my billowing scantly revealed tits, but I went on.

"She had me put it on and then the next thing I knew she was all over me, she pulled the top down and my...my..." I acted to upset to go on.

"You mean she tried to force you to have sex with her!" she said startled.

I walked over to the sofa sitting with my hands at my face and nodded.

Brooke walked over sliding on the sofa facing me and took my hands then moved in giving me a hug patting my back said, "oh Sue that must have been traumatic, the nerve of that gor...I mean girl."

The hug was nice her soft tits rested against mine and I reacted by hugging her back with my head on her shoulder. She seemed to enjoy this giving me a firmer squeeze and we held the hug not saying a thing for a few seconds.

Brooke backed up looking at me with our faces only inches apart she said softly, "I can't say that I blame her seeing you in this sexy dress is pretty...well...exciting."

I smiled a bit and said, "I....I know...there have been times....we...seem to...."

She took the bait and put a finger to my lips licking her own sensuously said, "I know what you are thinking and if it's ok I'd love to act on it?"

As her finger moved away we moved into each other and our lips met opening immediately to each others probing tongues. We rolled back on the sofa sharing the fiery kiss as Brooke moved her left hand over my huge tits caressing them through the thin material. We rotated our heads making the kiss even more erotic as our soft lips curled together my heavy lip gloss acting like a lubricant smearing with the passion of the oral exchange.

I arched my barely covered tits into her caress letting her know I wanted more and she responded by moving the thin straps off my shoulder and pulling the bodice down freeing my heavy fleshy globes.

Her lips smeared off mine and whispered, "you are so hot honey I've wanted to suck your huge tits since we met!"

I used my hands on the back of her head to pull her face into the cushy softness of my boobs cooing, "Suck them baby, suck my tits so good, I want you too!"

Broke went into high sexual speed but rather then suck them she began to lick all over my vast fleshy tits giving each hard nipple a suck as she past over it. I laid against the back of the sofa watching my sexy neighbor lap wetly over my enormous 38G-cup boobs. 

"Ohhhhhh Brooke that feels so fucking good!" I whispered letting her know I was not above being a slut.

"Mmmmmmmmm...they are so huge Sue...I want to eat them up I love your huge hot sexy fucking tits!" she cooed back as she licked them letting me know she was willing to meet my nasty verbiage.

"Oooooooooooo...Brooke do it lick my big fucking tits, suck them baby...oh fuck that feels wonderful!" I sighed pulling her face into my vast cleavage using my arms to billow them into her pretty face.

She licked up and down in my cleavage and sighed, "I'll suck them all fucking day and night Sue!"

"Oh yes get nasty on my boobs lover, suck, lick, suck baby....oh fuck....yes more!" I sighed shaking my shoulder wobbling my heavy flesh melons on her face.

I reached sliding my hand down her top feeling her big tits bringing an encouraging moan from this sexy younger hot female.

She moved to suck my right nipple pulling it with her lips, she pulled it lifting my boob from my chest and letting it flop back down slapping my ribs. She did the left one too it was amazing the sensation it brought to me.

"Baby they quiver like jell-o when they fall back on your ribs, so fucking huge I've dreamed of sucking them for a long time now!" she hissed doing it again and again.

"Ohhhhh Brooke that feels good darling make them quiver like that suck and lift them....Oh fuck!" I gasp as she repeatedly made my tits slap back onto my chest.

She sucked them so good I even lifted my tits by the nipples and let them both fall watching her _expression as the wobbled on my chest.




Good Neighbor Brooke



"Your tits are so fucking huge and gorgeous Sue I find myself constantly fingering off just seeing them bobble as you walk from your car to the house!" she sighed as I did the move again.

"I bet you cum hard too don't you Brooke?" I asked looking at her eyes.

"I could almost pass out when I cum thinking of you honey!" she cooed moving over my mouth for another torrid kiss. Our tongues were sliding deep tangled together licking at the insides of each others mouth the wetness of the kiss was incredible as the saliva leaked from our stirring mouths down my chin and flowed to my cleavage.

I took her hand moving it under the hem of my dress opening my eyes in the kiss I had to see her reaction as I slowly moved her hand onto the hard female-sex cock. 

Her eyes stayed closed and she moaned into my mouth curling her fingers around the dildo and stroking it against my thigh. I closed my eyes and sucked in her tongue working it with my lips. 

She worked the dildo free and began to jack it in her small soft hand making the backside clit stimulator work over my overly excited clit.

I broke the kiss but before I could say a thing Brooke panted, "fuck me Sue, fuck me so I can suck these massive hot tits, not from behind like that big tit slut was fucking you let me suck your hot fucking huge tits!" 

I smiled almost wickedly as she pushed off the tight short, shorts and threw herself back on the sofa rubbing her nicely trimmed cute pussy and cooing, "fuck me lover, fuck me good and hard, give me that lesbian-dick baby!"

I got up quickly pushing my dress to the floor kicking it aside and moving back over her holding the hard rubber cock slipped it in her as she moaned loudly, "OHHHHHHHHHHHH.... YES.... FUCK ME YOU HOT SEXY BITCH!" 

I thrust into her dildo sucking pussy feeling the soft rubber pound against my clit as I fed the big fem-cock into her. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..... Fuck.... OH BABY YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she moaned loud tossing her head as I thrust over and over into her.

I leaned on the arm of the sofa my tits dangling over her face as it wore a mask of total ecstasy. She opened her eyes seeing my massive boobs swaying as I fucked her she craned her neck and sucked in my left nipple not holding my tits.

"Suck it honey.... ohhhhhhhhhh... yes suck my heavy hanging horny fucking jugs!" I said adding a new word to our sexual vocabulary. 

She let it pop free and with a sexy giggle said, "yes .... your giant fucking jugs lover!"

I slapped them over her face fucking her with steady long pumping thrusts of the hard dildo, "I'll slap your pretty face red with my fucking massive jugs lover!"

Brooke reached taking hold of the outsides of them and holding my tits said, "I could never get enough of these milkers Sue, these enormous milk melons!"

Brooke moaned as she added her own new expressive word for my tits and sucked them moving quickly from one to the other each time letting the one go with a pop of her lips.

I was pumping my hips fucking her faster and faster fucking another woman that was sucking my massive tits was better then any sex I could dream of.....other then maybe having another female with us!

Brooke sucked them harder moaning louder as I moaned loud knowing I was going to go off with her soon.

We both thrust hips fucking each other the dildo doing the job on us both my clit so excited I was about to burst....

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" suddenly Brooke screamed.

"CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!" she yelled thrashing into me faster and harder, hard enough to send me off too!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.... Brooke.... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... CUMMMMM...!"

I screamed as I pounded into her the orgasm gripping my body like a big invisible hand shaking me wildly.

Brooke sucked one of my nipples drawing it in hard and increasing the intensity of the sexual summit!

We fucked and bucked into each other looking down I could see her big tits rolling up and down over her chest. We rocked slowly to an easier fuck motion as we both panted hard to catch our breath. Finally my arms could no longer hold me up and I rested my tits to hers our lips smearing in a hot kiss.

We kissed for several minutes lathering tongues against each others.

I pulled back and sighed, "you fuck so hot honey, I don't think one will be enough!"

I get a sly snicker and smile in return as you moan, "With tits like you've got here Sue I know one isn't near enough, come on start fucking me again baby!"

Mike was gone for two weeks I would be more then happy to lesbian fuck my sexy neighbor all day and night!!!



Good Neighbor Ch. 01



Revised version copyright 2006 by the author.

PART ONE: MARSH MOVES IN

There are people who have always been a part of your life. You can't remember the exact moment you got to know them, or how--and it doesn't matter. Others enter and exit in ways that are forever etched in your mind, as if they were actors in a play: an aged parent slipping quietly away in the hospital bed after a long illness; a newborn baby, tiny bundle of life, squalling its head off in the delivery room.

I wouldn't know about that baby firsthand--I've never been lucky enough to have a kid of my own. 

I have, however, been lucky enough to love and to have lovers, and I remember the first time I saw each of them as plain as if it were yesterday. Marsh Atkins, for example--it's been years now, but I can still close my eyes and see him clearly, getting out of his sport utility vehicle in the driveway of his house: my new neighbor.

The house next door had started going up just a few months before. They get built amazingly fast when the economy is good, and the local economy had been more than good--it had been exploding. Frankly, I wasn't all that enthralled. The most relevant indicators for me were the spiraling appraisals and property tax bills, and the fact that the undeveloped lots in the neighborhood, which had provided some pleasant greenspace, were fast disappearing.

It was particularly painful to see the multi-acre wooded lot next door subdivided, and four large, ostentatious houses go up on it. The nearest one was right up against our shared property line, so close that from my bedroom window upstairs I could peer right into my neighbor's second story. That had resulted in an interesting encounter with one of the crew while the house was being constructed. Stan and me, even now we sometimes laugh about the way we met. If those walls could talk, he still says. But that's another story.

The thing between us had begun to cool off a bit when Marsh and his family moved into that house. I had sort of figured it would when my construction man wasn't around every day, strutting his stuff. In a way, it was okay. As nice and hot a guy as he was, Stan wasn't someone with whom I had a great deal in common. Still, I noticed his absence, particularly as I was pretty much on my own otherwise.

When the "For Sale" sign disappeared from the front yard next door I began to wonder what my new neighbors would be like. I hoped they would be quiet, at least. Some of our windows were so close that sound traveled easily between them, and I dreaded the thought of loud weekend parties on their back deck. I wanted a dull yuppie family: husband in khakis starting to lose his hair, smart blond wife in shorts and perfect makeup, carting the two-point-one children off to school (private, no doubt), soccer or ballet in their gas-guzzling sport utility vehicle.

As it turned out, some of my predictions were on the money. Marsh did wear khakis a lot, snug ones that showed off his tight butt. The family owned a Chevy Blazer. His wife Audrey was blond and pretty, and an attentive mother to their four-year old son, Jonah.

I found out about his wife and son later, of course. The first time I saw Marsh he was by himself, getting out of the oversize vehicle in his driveway just as I drove in, finally coming home myself after a late day at he office. He had apparently been to the local supermarket, and was unloading his car.

Looking at him from behind, I saw a man, about six feet tall and perfectly proportioned, with a full head of dark brown hair, dressed in dark blue nylon running shorts and white t-shirt. He had long runner's legs, and a back that rose in a perfect V-shape from narrow hips to broad shoulders. His arms were corded with muscle, and ended in large hands that, even at a distance, I thought were beautiful--I have a thing about men's hands. He bent to retrieve a grocery bag from the back seat, and the sight of his butt cheeks straining against the thin fabric of his shorts made my heart--and cock--leap. My eyes locked onto his form and stayed there, forcing my head to swivel backward as I passed by.

Believe it or not, it's not my style to pant over a guy, no matter how hunky. A part of my mind was busy trying to deflate my excitement. So he's great-looking from behind, a little voice said, he'll probably be a troll from the front. Then I got a glimpse of his face as I passed his driveway: strong and symmetrical, square jaw dusted with a modest five o'clock shadow. His nose was absolutely straight, and just a shade long—it kept his face from being vapidly pretty. He moved away from the car, and I saw the swell of his pectoral muscles against the cotton of his shirt. Lower down, toward his waist, the fabric hung limp--I could imagine the flat hardness of his stomach. Unfortunately, the SUV hid the rest.

I took this all in just before I drove my own modest vehicle's right front wheel over the high curb at my driveway entrance, tipping the car abruptly and causing me to crack my head hard against the driver's side window.

The impact hurt enough to make me yell "Ow!" and brought me out of my lustful reverie with a vengeance. My neighbor hadn't seen my inept maneuver. He disappeared into his house without looking back, carrying his purchases. I sat for a moment, my car still riding over the curb, rubbing my bruised temple.

I wanted to go next door, knock, introduce myself, shake hands and invite him over for a beer, but I didn't do any of that. After backing up and parking the car properly, now that I had no distractions, I walked into my own house, cool and dark after the warm spring afternoon outside, still nursing the bump on my head. I sat in my living room, wishing there were some way I could meet and talk to him.

A few days later, I was backing out of my driveway, ready to engage in my five-times-weekly battle with the freeway traffic, when I saw a woman loading a little boy into the SUV next door. My heart sank, but I wasn't surprised. After all, what were the odds that a specimen like my neighbor would have been one, gay, two, unattached, and three, interested in me? Practically nil. Even so, I moped around at the office that day. One of the bolder members of my staff remarked to my face that I seemed to have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.

So he was married and had a kid. I could still fantasize, and I did. I got into the habit of checking his driveway every evening when I came home. I did the same thing every morning. Gardening is really not my thing, but I started poking around my yard on the weekends, hoping I might catch him out doing something similar.

I did get tantalizing glimpses of him, but always with his wife and son. It was getting hot in the way Texas springs always do, but the evenings were still bearable. Sometimes after dinnertime I would see them sitting on their front lawn together, him in a collapsible chair reading the paper, his long legs out stretched in front of him, while his wife played with the little boy, or vice versa. They were the very picture of old-fashioned family values. Damn.

Finally, after several weeks, I got my chance. It was a Saturday in late May, and the days were really scorching by now. I still went out to do some gardening, digging and weeding now and then, but only in the morning—by midday it was too hot outside to work.

I had started this outdoor stuff only to run into my neighbor, and had been singularly unsuccessful at that purpose. But I had actually gotten interested in this particular project, which involved building a stone wall around a flowerbed I had planted by the fence that separated my property from his. I had been working industriously for a good while when I heard a slamming door, the clattering of footsteps on wood, and the sound of voices, one high and piping, the other deep and mellow. Father and son had come out of the house next door and were tossing a ball in the back yard.

My plotting and planning had finally worked, but now that my neighbor was actually within earshot, I was too shy to say anything. I confined myself to occasional quick glances upward as I continued to stack rocks and they played their game, the little boy laughing and squealing with excitement. Once, the father caught my eye and raised his hand in a friendly wave. I nodded and ducked my head down, blushing. What the hell was the matter with me?

Suddenly I felt a blow to the top of my head. Crying out more in surprise than in actual pain, I put my hand up to where I had been hit. I heard something land on the ground near me, and turned to see the brightly colored ball that my neighbor and his little boy had been throwing lying in the grass nearby.

"Sorry, buddy! Jonah got a little carried away there."

He was standing at the chain link fence that separated our back yards, as close to me as he had ever been. I stood up, wobbling, my legs half asleep from squatting, my heart thudding so loudly I thought surely he could hear it.

"Are you okay?"

I managed a short laugh. "Sure, just surprised. Here," and I picked up the ball and handed it back to him. I dared to look into my neighbor's face, and saw that his friendly eyes were hazel. His teeth were perfectly straight, dazzling white against his tanned face. He was a bit younger than me, still on the good side of thirty. He took the ball and gave it to his son, who had come running up to stand beside him and was looking curiously at me.

My neighbor extended his hand again. "We haven't met yet, have we? Marshall Atkins. Everyone calls me Marsh, though."

I stuck mine out in response and felt it enveloped in a strong, positive grip--exactly the way I had imagined his handshake would feel. "Rob Templer. Welcome to the neighborhood."

"This is Jonah," Marsh said, patting the little boy's head. "Say hi to Mr. Rob."

"Hi," Jonah said obediently. His eyes were brown, huge and, at the moment, mistrustful.

"How old are you, Jonah?"

"Four." His supply of social conversation exhausted, Jonah turned to his father and asked, "Daddy, can we go back in and watch TV now?"

Marsh looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Had to get the kid out for some exercise, or he would have sat there till suppertime. Okay, big guy, one more cartoon, then your mom's going to be home, okay?" He turned back to me and said, "Want to come by and have a Coke, or some iced tea? Looks like you need it, you've been working pretty hard."

The object of my dreams was inviting me into his home. With an effort I kept my voice casual. "Sure, thanks, that would be great."

He met me at the front door with his son. Marsh settled Jonah in front of the TV, then led the way to the kitchen, where he fished some Diet Cokes out of the refrigerator. "I'd offer you a beer, but Audrey would kill me if she came home and saw me drinking this early," he grinned. "Especially while I was supposed to be watching the kid."

Marsh invited me to sit. I deliberately chose a seat that allowed me a full view of my neighbor's body. This turned out to be a mixed blessing, as Marsh sat back casually with his legs apart. After a few minutes, I was in agony, trying not to stare too obviously at the discreet but significant bulge in the neat khaki shorts he wore. I managed to keep my end of the conversation going, as we chatted about the things new acquaintances talk about, our jobs, the neighborhood, his family. Like so many people new to town, Marsh worked for one of the high-tech firms that had expanded to this area. He was intrigued to find out that I headed my own Internet-based business. I shrugged.

"We're doing okay, but I'm not one of those twenty-something millionaires you read about," I said. "For one thing, I'm past thirty."

"Really? Still knocking around all by yourself in that big house?" Marsh grinned. I stiffened slightly, not yet ready to address my social life. This was one thing we definitely did not have in common. I changed the subject.

"Nice boy you have there."

"Thanks. He's Audrey's pride and joy. Well, mine too, but she feels specially bonded to him. She had a hard time during the delivery--we nearly lost the little guy. And her too," Marsh said, his voice suddenly breaking. "Sorry, didn't mean to get so personal."

I was embarrassed at seeing his emotion, but also touched. Here was a man who was sensitive and caring, as well as gorgeous. He was everything I wanted, and totally out of reach. Silently I cursed my existence.

We heard the front door open and Jonah's voice cry out excitedly, "Mom!" A moment later Marsh's wife bustled into the kitchen carrying her son, a slightly reproving look on her face.

"Marsh, have you been letting him watch TV the whole time I was gone?"

"Rob, my wife Audrey," Marsh said. "This is Rob from next door. I swear to you we went out to play. Bonked our neighbor on the head with Jonah's ball, and invited him in to recover."

"It's all true," I volunteered.

"Well, I'm glad he has a witness," Audrey said, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Rob. We've been admiring your gardening. You're so industrious."

I thanked her, wondering wryly what she would say if she knew just why I had been so diligent in my yard work.

Audrey shifted Jonah's weight in her arms. "Honey, do you mind if I turn on the air-conditioning? It's awfully hot in here."

Marsh grinned at me. "You can tell we're new to Texas--we still try and do without. I'd much rather sleep with a window open, listen to the crickets."

I looked at the three of them, a storybook family, and suddenly felt out of place. "Well, nice to have met you all. Marsh, thanks for the Coke."

"We'll have you over for dinner sometime," Audrey said as I let myself out the back. I stood a moment on their back deck, and decided it was hopeless. Even if my mission in life were bringing married men out of the closet, as seemed to be the case with some of my friends, I didn't have it in me to break up such a nice and obviously happy family.

Despite my success in finally meeting Marsh, I was downcast as I walked home.

PART TWO: A VISIT WITH STAN

Later that afternoon, I called Stan for the first time in several weeks.

"Hey, how's my yuppie stud?" he boomed. "So, you finally horny again?"

Next to his seemingly unshakable good humor, I found Stan's bluntness to be his most endearing trait. "Yeah," I replied, equally without ceremony. "Can I come by?"

"I'll be here, guy."

I drove across town to Stan's duplex in a rather barren subdivision just east of the interstate. His battered pickup was parked in the driveway. Despite my recent distractions, I felt the familiar swell in my groin as I got out of my own car in front of the house and walked toward his front door. If anyone had told me a few months ago that I'd be carrying on with a roughhewn contractor I'd have laughed. But here I was.

I rang the front doorbell and heard footsteps approach. Then the door swung slowly partway open behind the screen, but no one was there.

"Stan?" I called. No reply.

I said his name again, then pulled the screen door open. A big hand appeared, grasping the edge of the door, and widened the opening a bit further to admit me. I stepped forward, wondering what was going on.

As I entered the house, I turned to where I knew he must be, behind the door. "Stan, what are you doing..." I began, then let my words dissolve into appreciative laughter as I finally saw him. He was naked, his eyes mischievous, one hand holding the doorknob, the other hiding his privates in mock modesty.

"You are such a slut," I said.

"And you love it," he replied, shutting the door quickly and coming toward me. In a moment his mouth was on mine and his hand was groping my responsive cock through my jeans. I reached out and grasped his own thick tool, jutting upward from the hair on his lower body now that it was free.

After a few moments of tongue wrestling he went to his knees, practically popping my fly buttons in his eagerness to get my pants down. He looked up and grinned. "No underwear--look who's talking," he said, just before he surrounded my cock with the warm, moist heat of his mouth.

As he continued to suck me I pulled my polo shirt over my head and let it fall to the ground, then let my hands rove through his hair and over his face, feeling the rough stubble on his cheeks. Stan paused in his labors just long enough to strip the rest of my clothes off of me, then resumed with renewed vigor. Pretty soon I backed away to keep from blowing my load.

"Hold on a minute, unless you want it in your face."

Stan looked up and grinned. "That'd be hot--but you know how I like it even better."

He got up and moved away from me into the living room. I watched the muscles working in his hairy butt. He sat on the couch, stretched his arms over the back, spread his legs and looked at me in his inimitable way, his blue eyes steely with sexual challenge but also containing a hint of a twinkle. "Come and get it--if you can."

I looked at his long, defined arms and hairy legs, at the swell of his pectoral muscles lightly furred with more of the same. My gaze traveled down his stomach to the cock, partly erect, rising above the large heavy balls, the foreskin still hooding the purple head. At that moment it was as if Marsh had never existed. I was totally in Stan's spell again. I moved toward him, first taking a side trip to the cheap end table that stood to one side of the sofa to retrieve the rubbers and lube that he kept in the drawer. Dropping them on the carpet for later use, I knelt between his legs and took his meat down my throat, peeling back the foreskin with my tightened lips as I descended toward his pubes, in a way I knew he liked. I was rewarded with a long sigh and a strong hand caressing the back of my neck.

"Nice," Stan breathed. "It's been too long, buddy."

"Mm hmm," I agreed as I continued to slide up and down on his cock. After a while I released it and took care of his balls, rolling and washing each one thoroughly in my mouth as I kept his dick alive with my hand. Soon we were ready for the main event.

The first time Stan and I had met--well, spoken, anyway--it was on my front doorstep, during the construction next door. I had answered the door early on a Saturday afternoon to find him standing with a big grin under his bushy mustache, his cock hanging out of his jeans. I had assumed that anyone that imposing in appearance and equipment had to be a top. Stan, being not only a stud and exhibitionist but a nice guy, had been more than happy to oblige me.

It wasn't until we had gotten together a few times that he had confessed, almost shyly, his preference. He must have thought I'd lose interest in him--as it happened, finding out that this big man with the firehose dick was a bottom by preference was an intriguing turn-on for me. We still switched off now and then, but I knew that today, after my recent neglect, Stan deserved to have what he liked best.

So I grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs upward. Stan shifted forward on the couch until his butt was in the air, his cheeks fully spread. I made my way down with my tongue from his balls until I felt it make contact with the soft puckered flesh of his asshole. My nostrils caught a faint whiff of his personal odor combined with the scent of freshly washed skin. I flicked my tongue gently against the hole until Stan began to moan faintly. Finally I burrowed inside, pushing my lips hard against his hole and thrusting my tongue inside. With one free hand I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.

"Oh man, that's so fucking hot. Do it to me."

My own cock stood out stiffly-Stan's audible response to my efforts was inflaming my own lust. I kept up my rimming until he was pleading with me to fuck him. Finally, I raised my head and grinned, licking my swollen lips.




Good Neighbor Ch. 01



"Now just what is it that you want again?" I asked.

Stan growled playfully. "You cockteasing bastard. If you don't shove it up there right now, someone's going to get hurt."

In answer, I picked up the condom and lube off the floor and tore open the wrapper. After I had sheathed and greased myself I took another fingerful of the gel and applied it to his ass, letting first one finger, then two slip inside the opening. I watched the smile on my man's face, the play of lustful emotion in his eyes as I crooked my fingers upward, pressing against the firm nub of his prostate.

I withdrew and rose to my feet. Stan turned to the side so that he was lying sideways on the couch, raising his legs once more. I mounted the cushions and put my dick against his asshole, then slowly pushed forward until I sank into the smooth heat of his gut. Stan sighed again and let his head fall back, his mouth opening slightly. His eyes had lost their focus. "Rob," was all he said, but I knew I had him exactly where he wanted to be.

I bent down until my face was next to his and whispered, "How are you doing?"

Stan shook his head, bewildered, no longer smiling. "How the fuck do you it? Make me feel like this?"

"I could say the same, buddy," I said, just before I put my lips to his. As we kissed, I began to move my hips, thrusting in and out of him. After weeks of doing without, it felt damn good.

I drew back and grasped his ankles, varying the angle of entry, looking down at my latex-covered pole sliding in and out of his hairy hole, a sight that never lost its erotic fascination for me. Above it I saw Stan's ball sack flopping around as he grasped his own cock with one big paw and jacked it in rhythm with my thrusts. His other hand braced himself against the arm of the couch. I shifted my gaze to his face, dreamy with lust. He caught my eye and smiled, no longer challenging, acknowledging my mastery of him.

"Fuck me."

"You got it." I bent forward, stretching out as best I could on the narrow piece of furniture, and began to drill my cock into him in earnest. Stan's legs were over my shoulders, his body bent double under mine, his face now fierce with encouragement, willing me toward my climax. I wasn't going to need much pushing to get there.

"C'mon Rob, shoot that fucking load, give it to me, man."

"Oh god, here it comes," I said through gritted teeth as I felt myself go over the edge. "Take it, fucker--" and then I was shouting and grunting incoherently, my eyes squeezed shut as I felt my cock unload in hard spurts into the rubber buried inside him.

"Don't stop," Stan hissed, the hand on his cock moving frantically. "Here I cum, man. Here I cum. Aw, shit," he groaned. I looked down in time to see two or three good spurts of thick white fluid jet from his organ and fall on his hairy chest.

I finally stopped moving and let my full weight rest on him. Stan wrapped one arm around me, his cum gluing our bodies together, as our breathing returned to normal. After a while he moved, and I realized that his body was still folded underneath me. I withdrew, releasing him, and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"Run the shower, would you, guy?" Stan called.

"Only if you let me join you."

We soaped and rinsed each other at a leisurely pace under the steamy spray. Often when I was over at his place this led to another bout of sex, but somehow today was different. Stan merely smiled at me as I watched the soapy water wash over and temporarily smooth down the hair on his head and body.

Eventually the hot water ran out. After getting out and drying each other off, we headed to his bedroom and stretched out on the bed. Stan laid his head on my chest, kissing it several times. He looked up at me, and though he was smiling, the challenge in his eyes had returned.

"So where the fuck have you been?"

"Busy," I replied carefully.

"You get yourself another boyfriend or what?"

"No. But," I continued, deciding to be honest, "There's someone I'm kind of interested in."

"Who?"

"He's moved into the house you were working on."

Stan grinned, but there was a wistful look in his eye. "Another yuppie stud right next door. Damn."

"Well, it's not the ideal match. He's married and has a kid."

He rolled his eyes. "You going after a straight guy? Christ, Rob."

"I know, I know. Stupid, huh?"

"Looks like it just might be curtains for old Stan. Well, it was nice while it lasted." Stan's tone was still lighthearted, but the resigned way he shook his head made guilt well up in me. I tried to make amends.

"It's not like anything's happened, Stan."

"It will, though. I know you."

I started to say I hoped he was right, and stopped myself just in time. Not knowing what else to do, I reached out and touched his face. Stan took my hand with his own, turned his head and kissed my palm. His unexpected tenderness made me feel worse, as if he'd slapped me instead.

"What can I say?"

"Nothing, man. Don't worry, I'll get over it. It's not like I'm in love with you or anything," he said, a bit defiantly. "Not like Gary."

"Who's Gary?"

"Buddy of mine. We worked on some projects together. He picked up a guy in Bull Creek Park, some college professor. Fell head over heels for him. The guy drove Gary crazy, whining about his partner, his job, not calling for months. Finally Gary couldn't stand any more and took a job in Florida. That stupid shit ran him out of town. Not me."

"Not you."

"I knew I'd never make it to any of your fancy office parties."

"Jesus, make me feel like a total worm, why don't you?" I protested.

Stan grinned. "Just giving you a hard time, Rob. Think I need a beer. Want one?"

We sat in the living room with our beers. I pulled my jeans back on, but Stan sprawled naked on the couch. I looked at him and I wondered why I couldn't be satisfied with what I had. He saw me checking him out.

"You look just like you did that first time I saw you through the window."

"Stan, I want us to stay friends," I said. Suddenly that was very important to me.

He shrugged, not giving anything away. "Sure, man. Whatever you want."

I left Stan's duplex feeling as if I'd broken up with a lover over someone else. Only Stan wasn't my lover, and there wasn't a someone else, except in my mind. Whatever you want, he had said--the problem was, what I wanted most, I couldn't have. Or maybe the problem was, I didn't know what I wanted. I'd met someone I'd been longing to get to know for weeks, I'd had great sex with a good buddy--and still this was turning out to be a lousy weekend. What the hell was wrong with me?

I sighed, started the engine and drove home.

TO BE CONTINUED... 



Good Neighbor Ch. 02



PART THREE: HUSBAND AND WIFE

As it turned out, things were just beginning to get interesting. One day about a week later I noticed that the house was getting hot and

uncomfortable. Something was wrong with the central air-conditioning unit. Not only was there no cooling, the blowers didn't seem to be working well, so there was very little air circulation.

Fortunately, my house had ceiling fans installed in the largest rooms, and I'd put in screen doors. So I turned every fan on high speed, threw open the doors, and tried to get a breeze going. Soon the ground floor was bearable, though hardly cool. The upstairs, though, was impossibly hot—no way would I be able to sleep up there tonight.

It really wasn't too bad, though. As night fell, I stripped down to my underwear (after carefully closing the blinds), made up the couch with sheets and pillows, turned off every light I could to make the house seem cooler, and settled down in the recliner with my laptop, a pitcher of ice water and a glass by my side. The soft whir of the ceiling fans mingled with, and didn't quite obscure the sounds of the night outside--the soft chirruping of crickets, the occasional distant bark of some neighbor dog, the whoosh of a car passing down the street. I felt absurdly like a pioneer, roughing it in my temporarily un-air-conditioned home.

Around eleven o'clock I began to yawn, and found it hard to keep my eyes open. I made a mental note to call the central air maintenance guys in the morning and got ready to hit the sack. My stuff was all in the bathroom nearest the master bedroom, so I headed up the stairs, wincing a bit at how hot it still was on the second floor.

After washing up and cleaning my teeth I decided to fetch tomorrow's clothes from my closet, so I headed into the master bedroom. I could see a dim light coming in through the side window. One of the upstairs lights in Marsh's house was on.

I don't know what exactly prompted me to move across the stifling, darkened bedroom, without turning on the light, to look out my window. I told myself afterward that it was just simple curiosity about what room in their house might be across from mine. But really I was hoping to see Marsh again--after all, isn't that what I'd been doing for weeks, trying to catch glimpses of him?

I got to the window and looked out through the partly open slats of the venetian blind covering it. Directly across from me was a open second-story window, the white curtains framing it drawn aside. The room I was looking into was clearly a bedroom. In the dim light I could see the bed placed against the opposite wall directly facing the window. Marsh was stretched out on top of the comforter, dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts, reading a magazine.

At the first sight of him I quickly drew back. After a moment's thought I realized this was an unbelievable stroke of luck. Since my bedroom was completely dark and theirs was lit, there was little chance I would be noticed, unless Marsh or his wife came to the window and looked straight out. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me that all voyeurs must feel. There was guilt, too--but not nearly enough to stop me from going back to the window, slowly raising the blind, then carefully, noiselessly lifting the sash.

After a moment, Marsh laid the magazine aside, yawned and stretched. His body was as beautiful as I thought it would be. The defined ridges of his pecs and abs were visible even from this distance. They rivaled those of any exercise magazine cover model. I became aware that my stiffening dick was pressing painfully against the front of my briefs, and pulled them down to free it from its confines. Not taking my eyes off the window for one instant, I began to stroke myself slowly.

I saw Marsh turn his head, smile and speak to someone else in the room. Audrey must be coming to bed. I felt an irrational jealousy that she had the privilege of being close to this man, sharing his room and his bed, while I was confined to spying on them in the dark. I watched raptly as she came into view, wearing a black shorty nightgown, sheer enough so that I could see matching black panties underneath--on her slim, but surprisingly full-breasted figure the skimpy garments looked good. Marsh smiled as she got on the bed and gathered her into his arms. I heard the murmur of their voices, too far away for any words to emerge, as they cuddled affectionately. Seeing them together reminded me acutely of my own current state of aloneness--I felt sad, jealous, and intensely horny, all at the same time. My hand moved faster on my cock, by now slippery with the juices of my arousal.

The happy couple in the other house began to kiss, at first gently, then with increasing urgency. My heart raced as I realized that Marsh and Audrey were starting to make love before my eyes. His hands cupped her breasts through the nightgown. She reached down and fumbled with his boxer shorts, drawing them downward. Frustratingly, he rolled on top of her at that moment and all I could see was his shapely butt, above the boxers now halfway down his legs. Her slim arms grasped his back, white against his tanned musculature.

Then, to my delight, Marsh turned over and stripped his shorts completely off. Even across the distance between our houses I could see the heavy length of his cock pointing stiffly upward on his lower belly, above his balls. He rose to his feet and stood sideways in front of the bed, his organ now jutting outward, silhouetted in the dim light of the bedroom. Audrey got down off the bed and knelt in front of him. I saw her head move toward his crotch, and a moment later Marsh's cock disappeared into her mouth.

A strangled groan escaped from my throat. I would have killed to be in Audrey's place at that moment--giving head to a man the likes of whom I'd rarely seen, and never possessed. I saw him caress her head gently with one big hand, and imagined him doing the same to me. I was dangerously close to shooting my load, and forced my hand to slow its frantic pace.

Audrey didn't suck Marsh for very long. As she released his cock, Marsh unfastened something at her throat and the garment fell away from her, exposing her breasts. He sat his wife on the edge of the bed and drew down the panties she was still wearing, going to his knees as he did so. I caught a glimpse of the neat triangle of Audrey's pubic mound just before Marsh's head closed in on it. He was returning the favor his wife had done him. Audrey's head snapped back, her blond hair spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and though I couldn't hear it I knew she was moaning with pleasure. One of Marsh's hands reached up and caressed her breast again.

I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Watching the man I desired performing the act of love, even with a woman, was an experience beyond compare. I wanted to savor every moment of it--I had taken my hand completely off my own cock, which stayed rock hard even so. I wanted to ride vicariously with Audrey and Marsh to the climax of their lovemaking.

They were now on the bed again, Audrey on her back with her legs spread. Marsh positioned himself over her, his back to the window, and lowered his body onto hers. Her arms went around him, her mouth opened in another gasp and I knew that his cock had penetrated her. Marsh's butt began to contract rhythmically as he began to thrust, at first slowly, then with increasing speed and strength until I could see the bed shaking with the force of his fucking. Faint cries from both of them reached my ear. I began to stroke myself again, this time not trying to hold back. Soft grunts began to emerge from my own throat.

Just then, Audrey's head, visible over one broad male shoulder, rolled from side to side, and I heard a single clear, almost musical cry of ecstasy. She clapped one hand abruptly over her mouth, her eyes bulging comically. It wouldn't do to wake Jonah now! Marsh's thrusts increased to a frantic pace, and I heard his voice shout wordlessly. I saw a warning finger come up to Audrey's lips. They had obviously reached the ideal completion--a mind-blowing orgasm for her, timed to perfection with the planting of his seed inside her.

They didn't know it, but it had been a triple play--a few seconds after Marsh came, my eyes closed involuntarily as an explosion rocked my own body. I groaned loud enough that I was afraid they would hear. I felt the hot jets spurting out of my cock and dimly wondered where they were going. Rocking onto my knees, I grasped the window sill with my free hand to keep from falling over, my head down, my breath coming in harsh gasps.

After I had regained some semblance of equilibrium I opened my eyes. Fortunately I hadn't made enough noise to be heard across the way. Marsh and Audrey were now lying next to each other, still naked, their bodies still loosely entwined. After a while Marsh got up and moved toward the window, and I quickly retreated into the shadows. When I felt it was safe to look out again, a small fan was whirring in the window and the lights were off.

My legs and feet were tingling from crouching so long, my hand was sticky with cum, and there was a mess on the bedroom floor, and probably on the wall underneath the window as well. I rose stiffly, pulling up my briefs, and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up. I wiped everything up as best I could in the dim light from the hallway, still thinking it prudent not to turn on the light in the bedroom. When I was done I padded downstairs, locked up, stretched out on the couch, and at last, fell into an deep, dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR: FATHER AND SON

I awoke the next morning and didn't know where I was. There was an unfamiliar light all around me, and an odd whirring noise. After a moment I realized I was lying on my living room couch. I had left the ceiling fans on to keep some air moving, but with the doors and windows closed the house nevertheless was stuffy.

Thoughts of last night came into my mind. The window through which I had witnessed Marsh making passionate love to his wife was the same one behind which Stan had stood one rainy morning before the house was finished, staring into my eyes as he jacked himself off. Boldly he had let me know that he was on to me--he had seen me eyeing his body while he labored on the construction crew. Then, the next day, he had knocked on my door and made what had been fantasy hot and sweet reality.

The odds that this present story would have a similar end were zero. Obviously Marsh and Audrey had a healthy relationship, to say the least. The house next door had provided me with one companion—it was too much to think it would give me two. With that depressing thought, I hauled myself off the couch to get ready for the day.

One afternoon later that week I walked into my favorite local coffee house. Inside there was a woman, with a little boy next to her, speaking to the cashier. She turned her head--I saw that it was Audrey and Jonah. As I approached she caught sight of me and her face brightened in recognition. "Hello," she called. "We're on our way home from preschool." She looked down at her son. "Jonah, remember Mr. Rob? Say hello."

"Hi," Jonah said. He gave me a shy smile, and I felt unaccountably pleased.

We chatted idly for a few moments while we waited for our lattes to come up.

"You're doing a good job with him," I observed.

"Thanks," Audrey replied, patting her son on the head. "Though it hasn't been hard. Jonah's never been any trouble--well, except when he came into the world."

I was silent, not wanting to say that Marsh had already revealed that personal detail. Come to think of it, I knew quite a few personal details about Mr. and Mrs. Atkins. Though there was no way she could know what I had seen a few days before, I felt my face reddening.

"We still haven't had you over for dinner," she continued, not noticing my discomfort. "I'm afraid it may be a while. I'm going out of town tomorrow and I'm not exactly sure when I'll be back."

"Hope it's nothing serious."

"Actually, it is. My father's been ill a long time, and he's getting worse. He may not live much longer."

"I'm very sorry."

She nodded as she picked up her coffee. Unlike Marsh, Audrey seemed able to keep her private pain hidden. "Thanks. Anyway, if he does--pass away, I'll have to stay and help take care of things. I'm going to have to leave Jonah with his dad. A hospital's no place for a small child, and I don't want him to miss that much school."

"I'm sure your husband will take good care of him," I said absently.

Audrey started talking about the arrangements that had been made for her son, how another mother from his school was going to look after him until Marsh got home from work, but I barely heard her. My mind insisted that my handsome neighbor was out of reach--but from the way my heart was beating, it obviously thought otherwise.

"Well, Rob, I may ask you to check up on that workaholic," she laughed as she turned to go. "Come on, sport. Let's go home and eat your cookie."

As I was hand-watering some of the flowers in the back yard early that evening I heard my name called. I looked toward the fence and saw Marsh striding toward me.

"Hey, buddy. Audrey says she saw you today. You know she's going away for a while?"

I nodded. "That's tough luck. Anything I can do to help?"

"Truth is," Marsh said, scratching his head in embarrassment, "I'm a little nervous about being alone with Jonah that long. I mean, I can dress him, feed him, get him off to preschool and put him to bed, but that leaves a lot of hours in the day. Audrey's already grumbling about his eyes getting weak from too much TV."

Marsh, the perfect father, was asking his single, childless, gay neighbor for advice about parenting. I stifled a laugh and tried to reassure him.

"You'll be fine."

"Jonah does like the water," Marsh continued, thinking out loud. "Maybe I'll take him to Deep Eddy this weekend. Not exactly my idea of fun, sitting in the middle of all those screaming kids, but the little guy'd have a blast."

Deep Eddy was a park that had both a outdoor lap pool for adult swimmers, and a shallow wading pool for the kids. Marsh had told me during our kitchen conversation that one of the ways he worked out was by swimming laps. I knew he'd much rather be stroking his way up and down one of the lanes in the lap pool. The words came out of my mouth with hardly a thought.

"I could go too. You could do laps while I keep an eye on Jonah."

Marsh's eyes widened in surprise. "You'd really do that?"

"Sure I would." Some devil in me had seen that the Atkins' son might, just might be the way to get a little closer to the father. Even if nothing came of it, I still would have gotten to spend time with Marsh, who would, and this was not an insignificant detail, be in swim trunks a lot of the time.

"Well, I'll have to ask Audrey. She's very protective of Jonah--I didn't mean it that way, Rob," Marsh said, looking abashed as he realized the import of his words.

"It's okay." It's not her son she should be worried about, I thought.

Marsh looked at me closely and there was something indefinable in his eyes. "I guess it's true we haven't known you very long. Funny, I keep forgetting that." He turned to go, saying, "She's leaving on Friday. Let's plan on Saturday morning bright and early, before it gets too crowded."

The next couple of days were agonizingly suspenseful, waiting to see if Audrey would actually leave--somehow I thought she might change her mind and stay--and hoping that the weather would be good that weekend. I needn't have worried on the latter score. Each day loomed hot and sunny, and the television newscasts were talking about an incipient drought. On Friday evening, my cell phone rang while I was on my way home.

"You still on for tomorrow morning?" asked Marsh's voice.

My heart leaped. "Sure," I said, trying my best to sound casual.

"Okay then. Come by around eight-thirty. You sure you can get up that early?"

"For you I will," I said, hastily adding, "And Jonah."

Marsh laughed. "Good man. He's really looking forward to this."

The next morning the three of us piled into the Blazer, equipped with sunscreen, cooler, duffel bags, and Jonah's water toys. Marsh carefully belted his son into the back seat, but trouble began brewing when he and I got in the front.

"Want to ride in front," Jonah protested.

"Got to stay in back, buddy," Marsh replied. "It's only for a little while."

Logic and reason had little meaning for poor Jonah, obviously missing Audrey. He repeated his request more insistently, his lower lip beginning to puff out, a warning sign. Before he could erupt into a full-blown wail, I decided to try my hand at smoothing things over.

"I'll get in back with you, Jonah."

As I climbed into the rear seat, Jonah glared at me suspiciously. I was not, after all, his mother. I thought of something. "Here," I said, reaching into my front pocket. "Ever seen anything like this?"

It was a little gadget that I had received as a gift at some Christmas party, the kind of thing that everyone exclaims over for five minutes and then forgets about--a hand-held, battery operated fan with soft rubber blades, that you could turn on by twisting the little head on which it was mounted. This one had a gimmick, though. It sat in a carrying case, equipped with a little spray bottle that sat behind the blades. You could fill the bottle with water, turn the fan on, push the plunger, and spritz yourself with a cool mist as well as enjoy the breeze. When I'd received it, in a clear plastic and cardboard package emblazoned with the legend "REVOLUTIONARY MISTING HAND FAN," I'd thought to myself that a kid would like this thing. Now I was about to give my theory a field test.

Jonah took the fan curiously, momentarily diverted, at least. I showed him how to turn the thing on and off and he very quickly got the hang of it. I pointed the fan toward him so that the breeze stirred his soft brown hair. I gave him an experimental spritz and he giggled with delight. I looked up to see Marsh grinning back at me.

"Thanks, Uncle," he said, and started the car.

Fortunately the trip to the park was a short one. On the way Jonah discovered that the fan blades would stop instantly at the slightest touch, a built-in safety feature. This, together with spraying the back of his dad's head, kept him happily occupied until we got to the parking lot, which despite our strategy was already half full. We found a spot and unloaded. Weighted down with our equipment and a small boy, Marsh and I made our way toward the pool.

The park was laid out to have as much natural land as possible. The two pools had concrete decks, but there was plenty of grassy lawn all around, shaded with trees. It took much longer than I would have imagined to get ourselves to a shaded, comfortable spot not too far from the water, spread a towel on the ground, unpack our stuff and settle down. But at last, the three of us were ready to have fun.

"Daddy, can we go swimming?" Jonah said plaintively. He was still holding the toy I had given him.

"Yes we can, if you'll put the fan down and let me take off your clothes," his father answered. Catching me completely by surprise, Marsh stood and slipped his T-shirt off over his head, then unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I was slightly disappointed at the fashionably baggy, patterned boxer-style trunks that appeared underneath, but Marsh dressed only in swimsuit and flip-flops was nevertheless a breathtaking sight up close. I felt downright intimidated following suit, but nevertheless peeled down to my own conservative Speedos. I looked up to find Marsh's eyes on me.

"You white man," he said.




Good Neighbor Ch. 02



"Huh?" I asked stupidly, not understanding.

"Pale."

"Oh--well, yeah, I haven't had much chance to get out in the sun yet this summer."

"You know what they say," Marsh smiled, "All work and no trips to the lake make Rob a dull boy."

"You know about the lake?" I asked, surprised. Everyone who lived in town for any length of time knew which lake "the lake" was--the one that allowed nude sunbathing on its shores.

"Sure I do," he replied. Before I could follow this up, he turned to Jonah. "Okay, Jonah, help Daddy take your shirt off." Jonah obediently raised his arms.

He quickly helped Jonah out of his outer clothing, then picked up an inflatable float shaped like a sea monster. "Time to get wet, buddy."

"Yay!" Jonah began to toddle off toward the water.

"Whoa boy! Got to put on your sunscreen." Marsh turned to me and said, "I'll stay with him for a while, then we can switch, okay?" Without waiting for a reply he hurried after his son.

I watch him stride off. Heads turned as he passed, both female and male. I felt absurdly proud that I was with him, even if it was only as baby-sitter.

It was a pleasant morning, sunny and not yet stiflingly hot. After a while, I relieved Marsh at the side of the shallow pool while he went off to swim his laps. I watched Jonah splash and play in the water, not letting him out of my sight. Marsh's son had decided at some point that I was all right, apparently, for he dropped his guard and chatted freely about what little kids talk about: his toys, his favorite videos and TV shows, school, Mommy and Daddy.

"Do you know where your Mommy is right now?"

Jonah frowned. "She's with Paw Paw. He's sick."

I wondered how much Audrey had told him about the big questions in life. Deciding not to go there, I changed the subject. "Want to show me how you can paddle?"

"Yeah!" shouted Jonah, and happily began propelling himself on his float. Unfortunately he got too close to some roughhousing bigger kids and, before I could shout a warning, accidentally got swamped by a body falling on top of him. I was holding him in my lap at the edge of the pool, trying to console him, when I felt a tall presence next to me.

"What happened?" Marsh asked, his face grim.

I tried to make light of the situation, hoping he wouldn't blame me. "Somebody fell on him, pushed him off his float. I think he was more scared than anything."

Jonah unexpectedly came to my rescue. "Daddy," he said, hiccuping from his recent bout of crying, "I fell in the water, but Uncle Rob saved me."

Jonah's dad shrugged. "It happens. Maybe it's time to get out for a while anyway. C'mon, Jonah, time for lunch. Don't you have to go potty too?" I relinquished Jonah to his father's charge. As Marsh took his crestfallen son's hand, he turned, and to my relief, gave me a wink. "Get the sea monster, will you, Uncle Rob?"

Jonah's enthusiasm for aquatic adventure squelched for the moment, the three of us returned to our towel and Marsh unpacked the sandwiches he had brought. Jonah ate a half of his peanut butter and jelly, then began playing with the electric hand fan again.

"He really likes that thing," Marsh observed. "You're a genius."

I shrugged. "Lucky I happened to have it. Have a good swim?"

"Yeah. Thanks to you, buddy. Feel bad that you had sit with him, though."

"It was fun." I was surprised to realize that I meant it. The little boy was sweet, and I had forgotten my ulterior purpose in coming along. For the moment, we were some sort of family, if not the traditional one. At that moment, I caught sight of an older, solitary, and obviously gay man, lounging on a towel some distance away, unabashedly giving us the eye. His gaze was at once lustful and quizzical. I thought he probably had us pegged as a gay couple, but was having a devil of a time figuring out how Jonah fit into the equation. Marsh's son had tired of play and was lying curled up next to his father, his eyes falling shut.

"Looks like we have an admirer," my friend said, and I realized Marsh had seen him too. I looked sharply at him, but could read neither his tone nor his face.

"Is he bothering you?"

Marsh gave me a sidelong glance, smiling slightly. "Nope. I think he's looking at you."

I sputtered. "No--"

"You're the one in the International Male outfit."

Now I was completely speechless. Marsh was grinning broadly. What was going on? I opened my mouth to utter some protest, I didn't know what, but he silenced me by raising a finger to his lips.

"Shh. Jonah's asleep."

Indeed he was, the fan lying next to his still hand. Marsh looked at me. "I can carry him and the float, if you can get the rest of this stuff. This is probably going to be his afternoon nap."

As quietly as we could, we stowed our gear, pulled on our clothes, and walked slowly toward the exit with our respective burdens. We had to pass near the man who had been staring at us, and I couldn't resist--I turned toward him with a deadpan face and gave him a deliberate, unmistakable wink. He blushed and averted his eyes.

Jonah was still out when Marsh pulled into his driveway. Hoisting his son onto one shoulder, Marsh whispered to me, "I'm going to put him to bed upstairs. Want to stay and have a beer?"

We entered the house, which felt stale and hot. Marsh flipped a switch in the front hallway and the air conditioning started to blow. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a minute," he said as he started up the stairs with Jonah. In the spacious living room, I sat on a plush, leather-upholstered sofa and leaned back, closing my eyes and enjoying the cool breeze of the air conditioning.

Marsh came in after a minute. "He's out like a light," he reported. "You guys must have played hard. Listen, I'm going to take a shower and wash all this gunk off. You want to take one too?"

If it's with you, I wanted to say, but shook my head. "If I can just change out of my suit. I didn't really get wet."

Marsh nodded. "Use the guest room down the hall. The beer's in the fridge--you know where the kitchen is. See you in a bit."

I quickly slipped out of my trunks in the guest room, put my shorts back on and headed into the kitchen. I selected a couple of bottles from the fridge and took them back to the living room, placing them carefully on two of the coasters sitting in a pile on the coffee table. After a few minutes I heard a door open and close, then footsteps coming toward the living room.

Marsh appeared, his hair damp, dressed in the dark blue running shorts he had been wearing the first time I had seen him, and nothing else. I must have stared, because he grinned. "Too casual?" he asked.

I shrugged, though my heart was thumping again. "It's your house."

"It's so nice and cool in here after that hot sun," he said, picking up one of the bottles and opening it. I did the same, hoping he wouldn't see my hand trembling.

Marsh settled himself in a nearby armchair. "Cheers," he said, raising the bottle before he drank.

We sat silent for a moment, then Marsh said, "Hey, thanks again for coming along with us today."

"My pleasure."

"Jonah really had a good time. When I was putting him to bed just now he asked where Uncle Rob was." Marsh smiled. "By the way, I tucked him in with that little gadget of yours. He squawked when he saw me holding it."

"It's his. Tell him it's a present."

"He's really taken a shine to you." Marsh took another swallow of beer, then asked, "So how does a guy like you get to be so good with kids?"

The beer-induced buzz that was beginning to descend on me cleared abruptly. I was alert and on the defensive. "What do you mean?" I countered, trying to keep my voice casual.

"Well--you are gay, right?" Marsh asked. When I scrutinized his face it was as it had been back at the pool, totally unreadable. What was this, a trial? Anger rose in me and I decided not to hold it back.

"What's it to you?" I said flatly.

"Hey, buddy, did I say something wrong?" Marsh seemed genuinely surprised at my reaction.

I sighed. "Yeah, so I'm gay. There were witnesses, Marsh. I didn't lay a hand on Jonah."

"Oh, cut the shit!" Marsh barked, now angry himself. "I know that. That's not what I meant at all," he continued, lowering his voice as he remembered Jonah asleep upstairs. "Jonah likes you."

I was still steamed, and not sure exactly why. "Well, I like him. Thanks for the beer." I got up, picked up my duffel bag which I had brought in, and started toward the front door.

"What's with you, guy? Hey, don't go." There was a note of genuine entreaty in Marsh's voice. The next thing he said made me stop dead in my tracks. "I'm--curious."

I turned slowly. Marsh was looking up at me, his face no longer guarded but hesitant, not yet sure of my reaction.

"Curious?"

"About the gay thing." I noticed that one of Marsh's finely shaped hands was resting on his thigh, the thumb pointing to the crotch of his shorts. The swelling there was larger than it had been a few moments ago, I was sure of it.

"Keep talking," I said.

"I will if you'll sit down," he said, his smile flashing for a moment. After a further hesitation, I put down my bag and obeyed.

Marsh leaned forward in my direction, elbows on his knees, an earnest expression on his face. "Audrey and I have been married seven years. I love her, but there's something missing."

"Have you done anything about it?"

After a moment, Marsh shook his head. "Not really. I don't know what to do. I mean, I'm too busy most of the time, and I can't imagine going to one of those--bars, you know..."

I smiled slightly. "Those awful bars, full of smoke and human beings."

"You know what I mean," Marsh said, but his lowered eyes acknowledged the hit.

"I do know what you mean," I said, deciding to cut him a break. "Tell the truth, they aren't my favorite either."

"Anyway, you're the first gay guy I've ever gotten to know."

I couldn't suppress a snort. "I don't believe that."

Marsh went on as if I hadn't spoken, the words spilling out now in a rush, as if he had been gathering his courage to say them for a long while. "I like you, and I thought I saw you looking at me, and I thought--I thought maybe--"

He stopped, but I didn't need to hear the rest. Marsh was coming on to me, but not in quite the way I had fantasized. Here was where the cock-crazed, self-hating gay man was supposed to step in and "help out" his straight buddy. I'd listened to some of my friends tell such stories, shaking my head incredulously. What fun was that, doing someone who was just using you to get his rocks off, who wouldn't even acknowledge the truth of what was happening?

Now I knew. I wanted Marsh Atkins badly enough that I didn't care how I got him.

I heard myself say the words.

"You want it taken care of, is that it, Marsh?"

He nodded eagerly, grateful not to have to say it. I continued the ritual.

"Okay. Just kick back and relax, guy. You don't have to do anything."

I walked over to the armchair in which Marsh was sitting. He looked up at me, still leaning forward, an anxious expression on his face. I felt a jumble of emotions coursing through me--self-disgust at my weakness, contempt at what I thought was Marsh's self-deception, a fleeting sympathy for his nervousness, but above all, hot, raging desire. My own erection pressed hard and painfully against the thin fabric of my shorts. I managed a smile, and gently pushed on his bare shoulder.

"Relax," I said again. He obediently leaned back and closed his eyes, his hands resting on the arms of the chair. I saw his chest rising and falling with his quickened breathing. I knelt down in front of him, pushing his knees apart. I placed my hand on the bulge and gently massaged it, feeling the hard flesh through the silky fabric. Then I lowered my head toward the front of Marsh's shorts, reaching up with my hands and gently pulling the elastic waistband. As I drew them down, his cock sprang free--long and circumcised, surrounded with just enough hair to set it off. I lifted my eyebrows, surprised at what I saw below.

"You shave your balls?"

I looked up at Marsh, who smiled, embarrassed. "Yeah. My wife likes it. She says it makes my cock look bigger."

"It doesn't need the help." I took it gently in my hand, as if it were a rare and fragile object. I caught a whiff of masculine body odor, mixed with chlorine and soap--an intoxicating combination, as I kissed the smooth purple head gently, then extended my tongue and licked up the clear fluid that was leaking out of the tip. I heard Marsh draw in his breath.

Preliminaries done, I let my lips surround the head and closed on it slowly, letting him gradually feel the heat of my mouth. I wet it thoroughly with my tongue, making sure it flickered over all the sensitive places more than once. I heard a faint groan from my friend. Then, all of a sudden, I tightened my lips and descended quickly until my nose was buried in his pubic bush, the head of his cock against the back my throat. Marsh grunted with pleasure.

"Mm, yeah," he breathed.

I began to blow him in earnest then, at first sliding up and down slowly with lots of tongue work, then as his excitement increased, stepping up the pace, keeping my lips as tight as possible around his shaft, even though my mouth was beginning to get sore. My hand was busy too, tugging at his balls, feeling his hard stomach muscles, then joining with my mouth on his cock to bring him to release. Faster and harder I worked, as his breathing deepened and began to be mixed with inarticulate noises from his throat.

"Aww, shit," Marsh finally groaned, and lifted his lower body completely off the armchair in a spasmodic thrust. I grabbed his butt with both hands, drawing him as far as I could into me. Abruptly my mouth filled with hot, salty liquid. I swallowed it as best I could, but some overflowed and ran down my chin as I kept the convulsing cock in my mouth, staying with him as he came back to earth.

At last he began to soften and I released him, wiping my mouth off on the back of my hand. I was afraid to look at him, but did. Marsh's eyes were not on me, but focused on the ceiling. He was still breathing rapidly and the expression on his face was one of amazement—not pleasure.

I'd just done a guy for trade while his young son was sleeping upstairs.

Suddenly my emotions were no longer mixed. I was appalled at myself, and all I wanted was to make a quick exit. Not saying anything, I picked up my stuff again and headed toward the door.

As I opened it, I heard Marsh call, "Rob, where are you going?" but I didn't wait to hear the rest. I shut the door behind me and walked rapidly back to my house. In the living room, I threw the bag down, flung myself on my own couch and gave it a good whack or two with my fist. "Asshole!" I shouted. I meant me, of course.

The doorbell rang. I thought about not answering, then reluctantly rose and went to the door. Marsh was standing there, of course. He had put on a T-shirt. He looked at me, puzzled. Come to think of it, my behavior wasn't making a great deal of sense.

"Was it something I said? Sorry, bad joke," he offered, looking at what must have been a pretty stony expression on my face. "Seriously, Rob, why'd you run away?"

I didn't know what to say, so I said something stupid. "I thought you were going to kick me out."

Marsh shook his head. "Why the hell would I do that? Oh, I get it," he said, his tone changing. "You think I'm one of those closet cases, is that it? Racked with guilt and self-hatred?"

Unwillingly, I said, "Well, maybe that's part of it."

Suddenly Marsh stepped forward, taking me by surprise. I moved back, and before I could utter a word or protest he was inside and my door was closed.

"Let me show you how racked with guilt I am," he said. He placed his huge, surprisingly gentle hands on either side of my face and kissed me once, tenderly, then again, much harder and longer.

When he finally released me, I stood speechless, my mouth hanging open. Finally I found my voice. "I am so fucking stupid."

Marsh laughed. "Well, kind of weird. But awfully nice." His voice dropped a notch and became husky. "And damn hot in those Speedos."

My brain had finally begun to recover from the agreeable shock of being kissed by Marsh Atkins and was working furiously. I finally said something halfway intelligent, if a bit impolite.

"So you were coming on to me this morning."

He bit his lip, trying to suppress a grin. "Yeah, I was. You were driving me crazy, not taking me up on any of the hints I was dropping."

I remembered the comments he had made about the lake, and the man who was staring at us. How could I have been so dumb?

"We get home, and I put Jonah to bed. I figure I'll try the direct approach. Then you get all huffy. I was desperate. I finally thought, maybe he really wants to believe I'm straight."

"So that was all an act?"

He looked sheepish. "Yes and no. I mean, obviously I live a straight life most of the time. But I've had a couple of--experiences. Weird things at work, things I really didn't go looking for."

"Of course not, someone like you wouldn't have to go looking," I retorted.

Marsh said, earnestly, "Rob, I'm not one of these guys who are stuck on themselves. I don't just sit and let myself get done. I like to play," he said, an impish grin suddenly appearing on his face. His full charm was turned on me, and it was potent. "C'mon back over and play, neighbor."

He reached out and began to stroke my arm, gently. I was weakening fast. Nevertheless, I tried to act like a sane human being.

"I can't. It's too weird with your son in the house."

Marsh's face fell, but he nodded. "You're right. I've got to get back--he'll be scared if he wakes up and no one's around." He gripped my shoulder. "I'll think of something, and call you, okay?" When I said nothing, he began to massage me with his thumb, looking at me with an expression of appeal that could have stopped an armed conflict. I gave in, and nodded. He beamed.

"Great!" he exclaimed, and kissed me once more, hugging me to him. My arms encircled his hard body for the first time. It felt good, and I knew I had to do it again. And again.

"Got to go. Talk to you soon, hot man." He patted me on the cheek, then was gone. I heard his footsteps fading away outside.

I leaned my forehead against the door, still feeling him warm and close against me, imagining that a faint scent of him still hung in the air. What was it they said, be careful of what you wish for, you might get it? Too late now--I'd wished for Marsh Atkins and now, for the moment, it seemed I had him.

"Show time," I said.

TO BE CONTINUED



Good Neighbor Ch. 03



Revised version copyright 2006 by the author.

PART FIVE: ROB AT MARSH'S HOUSE

Marsh had gone back to his house and to his little boy, promising to call when he had figured out a way we could be alone together. I stood at my front door for long minutes after he left. The best-looking, most desirable, least attainable man I had ever met not only was attainable, but seemed to return my feelings. Life was indeed good.

Or was it too good to be true? I remembered how those stories my friends had told me about married men had ended--badly, for the most part. I thought about Marsh's wife, and his son, whom I had befriended. I was about to get mixed up in their lives, whether they knew it or not, in a way that had plenty of potential to hurt them. It wasn't too late to pull back, to leave this family intact, to shut Pandora's box before too much mischief was made.

I walked to the living room, sat on the couch, and stared off into space for a long while. Finally, I picked up my cell phone lying on the endtable, in which I had carefully saved Marsh's number. I started to call him to say I had changed my mind. I finished dialing—and cut the connection before the call could connect.

At that moment, it rang. I jumped, startled, then looked at the caller ID display. It was Marsh. It seemed my body had already made up its mind. Without the slightest hesitation, my thumb pressed the "Talk" button, my arm brought the phone up to my ear, and my voice said, "Hello?"

"Hey guy," Marsh's deep, friendly baritone sounded in my ear. The effect was instantaneous. My breathing turned rapid and shallow, my heart thudded in my chest. A thrill coursed through my entire body and settled between my legs, hardening my cock in record time.

"Miss me?" he asked, his tone teasing, flirtatious.

"Yes, I do, terribly."

Unaware that I was telling the simple truth, he laughed softly. "Good. Listen, Rob, I'm awfully sorry, but it looks like it's a no go for tonight, anyway. I can't find anybody to take Jonah, or even to come over here and watch him on such short notice."

A lump rose in my throat. "Okay," I said. This was his way of letting me down gently, of telling me that he had changed his mind. I started to compose sane, sensible sentences in my mind, telling him that I understood and that it was all for the best, anyway.

"But--I got the mom at Jonah's preschool to take him for a few hours tomorrow. You know, the one who's going to be looking after him this week. Told her I had an emergency meeting at work. You could tell she thought I was crazy to be going in on a Sunday, but she bought it. So I'm free from eleven to two, if you want to come by. We'll have the house to ourselves, okay?"

This was my last chance to call it off. I opened my mouth not knowing what I was going to say.

"Okay."

Marsh sighed with what I realized was relief. "Thank God. I was so afraid you were going to change your mind. I wish it was tomorrow right now."

"I do too, Marsh."

"Sweet man. Gotta run and give the little guy some dinner. Sleep tight tonight, okay? I'll be dreaming of you--just hope it won't be a wet dream so I have to change the sheets."

I laughed. "You're crazy."

"Crazy for you, stud. Bye now."

Slowly I put the phone down and began pacing through the house, vibrating with excitement, wanting to run, shout, jump in the air, tear my clothes off, do something insane. How was I going to get through the long dreary hours until tomorrow morning?

I tossed and turned in my bed that night, unable to fall asleep, even after masturbating fiercely to images of Marsh naked in his armchair, his running shorts down around his ankles, groaning as he filled my mouth with his salty seed. Still, I finally must have slept a little, because the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes and seeing the dim gray light of dawn filtering into the bedroom.

I glanced at my bedside clock: seven-thirty--still more than three hours left before I could be with Marsh. Rubbing the soap over my body in the shower brought anticipation rising in me again, along with my cock. I thought about jacking off again but resisted the urge. After coffee and a quick breakfast, not knowing what else to do, I put on my running shoes and set off for a quick jog around my neighborhood, ending up at the cinder track at the high school nearby. The morning air was still and humid, and no one else was around. Despite everything I began to enjoy myself. By the time I felt exercised out and began to walk home, it was well after nine o'clock and beginning to get hot.

I got home sweaty and tired, and took another shower. When that was done I sat in the living room and tried to do some work on my laptop. My lack of sleep the previous night was beginning to catch up with me and I found my eyes falling shut. After a while I gave in to the urge, shut off the computer and stretched out on my couch. I woke with a start some time later, seized with fear that I had overslept. Hurrying into the kitchen, I saw to my relief that it was still ten minutes before eleven.

Marsh's Blazer was not in the driveway--he must have left to drive Jonah over to his baby-sitter's house. I sat on the front steps of his house for a while before I began to feel conspicuous. I made my way around to his back yard and sat in a folding chair on the wooden deck, in a patch of shade. It was very warm by now and I began to feel drowsy again. I didn't want to fall asleep in case he came back, but despite myself my eyelids grew heavy, and my head began to nod...

A hand was shaking me gently. "Rob?" someone said.

I struggled out of the fog of slumber to see Marsh's face filling my vision. I grunted in mild surprise, then yawned. "Sorry," I managed. "I must have fallen asleep."

"Boy, you were out," Marsh said, smiling. "I was just about to try a splash from the garden hose. I came back late--was worried that you had given up and gone home, but you weren't home. So then I come out back and here you are, sleeping like a baby. Kind of cute. Reminded me of Jonah."

His hand was still on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. "Want to come in, neighbor?" he asked softly.

He got up and I followed him into the house. As soon as we were in the kitchen he turned and faced me. I could smell his clean scent, mostly soap with faint hints of cologne and sweat. I looked into his eyes and was enveloped in the warmth of his smile.

"Welcome," he said. He raised his hand and began to run it slowly over my T-shirt. I did the same to him, still staring into his eyes, then let my hand caress his cheek. He turned and kissed my palm, and for a instant an image of Stan making the same affectionate gesture flashed into my mind. I banished that memory and raised my other hand, drawing his face to me as my mouth opened. Our lips met, our arms encircled each other, and our passion poured out in a long, hard and sweet, sweet kiss.

We finally broke apart and Marsh laid his head on my shoulder as I continued to hold him, not quite able to believe yet that this was really happening. At last he raised his head and looked at me.

"Do you feel the way I do right now?" Staring into his eyes, wild and dark, I nodded.

Without another word Marsh took my hand and started to lead me through the house. I saw the width of his shoulders filling out the thin cotton shirt, the strength of his back and legs, the firmness of his butt in his jeans. At that moment I would have followed him to the ends of the earth.

He took me to the guest bedroom in which I had changed the day before and closed the door behind us. He kissed me again with an irresistible frankness. I fumbled with the front of his jeans but he stopped me. "Let me undress you first," he said. He took my t-shirt at the waist with both hands and slowly pulled it out from my shorts. As he raised it, exposing my stomach, he bent and began to kiss the bare flesh that emerged, sending shivers through me. He reached my nipples and took one in his mouth, flicking his tongue slowly, delicately over it until I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, my mouth opening in a soft moan of pleasure.

Marsh momentarily ceased his labors to pull my t-shirt up over my head. Then, I felt his mouth on my body again, softly kissing my throat, neck, chest and nipples.

He gently pushed me backward onto the bed. I stared at the ceiling as I felt my shoes and shorts being drawn off, and my erection freed from its confines. I felt moisture on my belly and knew that my dick must be leaking precum. I hoped he would touch it with his hand, or perhaps his mouth, but instead he broke contact. I looked up to see him standing, looking down at me, smiling.

"You've got a fine body on you," he said. He bent forward, extended one of his sinewy, finely shaped hands and began to stroke my chest again. I shivered in pleasure, then abruptly giggled as he passed over a certain spot on my rib cage. Marsh stopped, looking quizzical.

"Sorry," I explained. "Ticklish."

A wicked glint appeared in his eye. "Really? Right--here?" he asked as his hand grabbed the sensitive spot. My body jackknifed as a scream of laughter burst from me. This incited him to greater efforts, until we were rolling and wrestling on the bed, my high-pitched hysteria mingling with Marsh's growls of mock menace, as he continued to pounce on my vulnerable spots. At last we stopped, breathless with laughter.

"You're more fun to play with than Jonah," Marsh said.

"What next?" I demanded in mock annoyance. "Going to pick me up and toss me in the air?"

"Well, no, I don't think I can do that."

"So are we done? Am I supposed to go home now?" I teased.

Marsh smiled and squeezed my temporarily softened dick. "No way," he said, as he stood and began to strip. In a short time he stood naked, looking down at me again. His cock jutted proudly out in front of him. I gulped at the sight, and reached up with my arms.

"Play with me again, Dad."

He joined me on the bed. I don't remember the next hour or so in too much detail--time passed in an ecstatic blur, as our bodies tumbled on the bed, clutching each other as if never to let go. I remember pressing my fingers into his back, marveling at the steely hardness of each muscle.

As if reading my mind, Marsh whispered to me, "It feels so good to hold a man."

He was so tender that first time--his big hands running down my back, his fingers exploring the cleft between my cheeks, and most of all, his lips and tongue, caressing places I didn't know could feel such sensations. His gentle, coaxing way of making love was so different from Stan's blunt sensuality. I couldn't get enough of it. I looked into the deep pools of his eyes over and over again, each time entreating him to give me another gift with his mouth. He obliged every time, until I thought I would explode with the delight of it all.

Sweet sadist that he was, though, Marsh didn't let me explode until much, much later. Lying on my back with my legs spread, calves resting on his shoulders, impaled on his stabbing cock, I was jacking myself off furiously, only to have him grab my hands and hold them firmly down, shaking his head, smiling with a wicked glint in his eye as I pleaded with him to let me cum. His thrusts slowed, then stopped as he let the excitement which had almost carried us over the brink dissipate.

"Please," I begged. I squirmed and writhed, my sphincter muscles clenching around his hard pole of flesh. The waves of sensation created were not enough to get me to where I desperately wanted to go.

"In a minute," he said softly. "In a minute," then grabbed my aching cock and gave it one hard, twisting stroke. I gasped and reached for it myself, only to have him pin both my hands to the bed again. My struggles were useless against the strength of his grip. He chuckled as I bucked and thrashed, pressing forward so I couldn't dislodge him.

"Mmm, feels good."

Suddenly he thrust hard into me, so that his pubic bone slammed against my butt. I cried out at the impact, shocked into ceasing my struggles. He stirred into action again, gradually increasing his pace until he was driving into me like a machine. He continued to hold my hands down, not letting me touch myself, until I was frantic with need, then finally released me as he reached maximum speed. My hand went to my cock and with a few strokes I sent myself over the edge, crying out incoherently as hot white jets flew out of my cock and sprayed over my chest and stomach. I realized we were shouting in unison, and knew he was dumping his own load into my ass.

Gradually our cries subsided to harsh gasps for air, his hips began to slow their thrusts, and we collapsed into each other's arms on the bed. I held him close, listening to his breathing, aware of his chest still rising and falling rapidly, smelling sweat and cologne mingled with the aroma of my cum.

Marsh raised his head and smiled into my eyes. "Phew. I feel like I just ran a half-marathon."

"You probably did, the way you were going at it," I replied.

He shook his head ruefully. "I was mean to hold you back like that, but I didn't want it to end. Damn, it feels good fucking you. So hot and tight."

"Ever fucked a guy before?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Yeah, but it happened so fast I barely knew what was going on."

"I'd love to hear about it."

He looked at me. "Really? Tell you what, let's get cleaned up, and then I'll tell you the story of Marshall."

We took a hot shower in the guest bathroom, leisurely soaping each other. My lust for him had been momentarily satisfied, but it still gave me a thrill to run my hands over Marsh's sculpted chest and stomach muscles, to watch the soapy water flow down his groin and over the dangling rope of his cock, impressive even when soft. Occasionally Marsh would catch my eye and grin companionably. He gently turned me around and began to wash my back, and I felt pure contentment well up in me. At that moment I almost forgot that we were together through sheer luck, and that there was no guarantee of it ever happening again.

We rinsed, got out and dried each other off, then went back into the bedroom and stretched out on our sides on the bed. Marsh leaned forward and kissed me, then sighed.

"I could stay right here the whole week," he said.

I felt compelled to remind Marsh of reality.

"So Audrey's away all week?"

"Yeah. She called last night. She's flying back on Saturday. The doctors think her father's going to pull through this time, but she wants to stay around until he's totally out of danger."

He shifted his body forward and took me in his arms. "Let's not think about her right now."

He was right. I changed the subject. "So you were going to tell me about you and other guys."

"Oh, yeah." A coy look appeared on his face. "Why so interested?"

I shrugged. "I'm always interested in how people have gotten to where they are. Let's face it, no one would peg you for anything other than a red-blooded, straight, family-type guy. I sure thought that's what you were, even though I was hoping otherwise." 

"So you had a crush on me. How sweet."

"Well, I'm sure you're used to that sort of thing," I said, a bit huffily.

Marsh said, seriously, "Rob, I've never thought of myself as handsome. No, really," he said as I started to protest. "I was a scrawny teenager with acne and a big nose. I started working out to try and get over feeling like a total geek. I'm still surprised when anyone thinks I'm cute."

He turned on his back, looking up at the ceiling. "I was pretty much telling you the truth yesterday. I've only been with other men a couple of times, and each time it just kind of happened. The first time was with a guy at work, a couple of years after Audrey and I got married. He was married too. We were placed on the same assignment, sent to some city--Seattle, I think it was--to present the project. We had a double room at a downtown hotel there. Let me tell you, this guy--Brian--was a stud. Blond, built, the works. I wasn't admitting that I felt anything for other men, even to myself. But he must have seen me looking at him and figured me out before I did.

"It was late one night. I was such a wimp--I was wearing pajamas to bed. Brian would just strip down to his jockeys every night and lounge around. I was going crazy trying not to stare at him. We're sitting in the room together, drinking Scotch, talking business, and all of a sudden I notice he's stroking himself through his underwear. He catches my eye and just grins. `God, I'm so horny,' he says. `It's just murder being away from the wife for so long. I can tell you feel the same way, guy.'

"`What do you mean?' I say. `Looks like you're pretty stiff yourself, pal,' he says. I look down and sure enough, I have an enormous boner tenting out my pajama bottoms. `We ought to do something about this,' Brian says, and comes toward me. I must have tried to push my chair back or something, `cause he just cracked up. `Whatcha `fraid of, Marsh?' he asks. I remember saying something stupid like, `Isn't it wrong?' and then he bends down, reaches inside my fly and starts to stroke my dick. `Does this feel wrong?' he asks."

Marsh began to pull on his own cock, almost unconsciously, as he continued to tell the story. "Well, of course, it felt great. I still remember looking up at him, dressed in those white Jockeys with an enormous bulge in front. He had a great-looking hairy chest. I reached out and ran my hand over it, then got down to his briefs. He just smiled again and said, `Go for it, guy.' So I did.

"We didn't do much, actually. Just ended up on the bed naked, kissing and jacking each other off until we shot our loads all over ourselves and the bed. It was a great trip, though. When we got back we saw each other a couple more times, but with our families and work and all, it got too complicated. He left the company a long time ago. Haven't seen him in years."

"And the second time?"

Marsh grinned, but a little shamefacedly. "I've never told anyone these stories before. Feels weird. Anyway, the second time was a couple of years ago. Sometimes we have interns at the company--college students learning the ropes, hoping to break into the business after graduation. They kind of follow us around, do some of the work if they're good, that kind of thing. I think it's an actual class for them--at any rate, this particular one stayed around a good ten weeks or so, for fall quarter, I think he said.

"Well, by this time I was a little smarter about this stuff, and I could tell Joel was gay. He was a cute little guy with light brown hair and a little mustache, and he worked out--had muscles out to here. Wore a little too much cologne. Very friendly. Good worker.

"Toward the end of Joel's stint with the company there was a rush of business and all of us were having to spend a lot of evenings working. One night a bunch of us were pulling in overtime. We ordered pizzas and beer--it was kind of fun, actually. Gradually everyone went home until Joel and I were the only ones left. We were just trying to finish up one last spreadsheet or something. I remember he and I were looking at the same computer terminal and he was leaning over me. I thought he was standing awfully close, but somehow it felt kind of--nice. He had one hand resting on my shoulder, I remember that, just real casual. All of a sudden I felt his fingers moving. I didn't dare look him in the eye, but reached my hand behind me real slowly and got a hold of his thigh, and started feeling it. He didn't pull away.

"Then he said, `That beer's running through me. Got to take a leak.' I heard him walk toward the door to the hallway and open it, but then I didn't hear it shut or his footsteps going toward the men's room. I looked up to see what was going on. He was still standing, holding the door open, looking toward me and his hand was on his crotch, cupping his basket. I just sat there, looking at him, hard as a rock. Then he shut the door. I waited a minute, got up and followed him.




Good Neighbor Ch. 03



"When I walked into the men's room, Joel was standing at one of the urinals. He looked up and grinned--he knew it was going to be me. He turned and I could see his hard cock sticking out of his fly. I went up to him and before I knew what was happening he was kneeling before me, undoing my pants and taking my cock in his mouth. Brian and I had never even done oral sex, so that was my first blow job from a guy. God, it felt good. I felt lucky that Audrey didn't mind giving me head now and then, but Joel was so much better at it. Not as good as you, though.

"Before I blew my load, Joel quit and stood up. I thought he was expecting me to blow him so I started to get down on my knees, but he stopped me. He took a rubber out of his pocket and put it on me, then turned around, pushed his jeans down, and leaned his hands against the wall.

Marsh grimaced. "I hadn't ever fucked a guy before, but Joel didn't know that. The rubber was prelubed so I just put my cock against his asshole and pushed. He screamed--it must have really hurt. `What the fuck are you doing?' he said. I was so embarrassed at having to tell him this was my first time doing a guy. Joel was sweet, though--when I told him, he laughed. `Assholes are a little different from pussies, Marsh,' he said. So I got my first lesson in sodomy from my little intern. I managed to complete the task to his satisfaction."

He chuckled, then sighed. "I really liked Joel, but his quarter ended, he finished his internship and that was it. He said he would call me, but he never did."

"Interesting stories," I said.

"Since then, I've really tried to toe the line and not mess around. I love Audrey, I really do, and Jonah too. But then we moved here, and I saw you. Right next door."

Marsh stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "Lucky Jonah threw the ball wild. But you know, I think I would have thrown it over the fence myself if he hadn't."

He glanced at the digital clock on the nearby endtable. "Damn, I've got to go pick him up. I can't believe the time went so fast."

He rolled over on top of me, and kissed me hard. I put my arms around him and held him tightly. After a moment, Marsh came up for air, saying "Got to stop or I won't go pick him up."

"I'll go with you," I offered.

"Sure, if you want," Marsh answered, a bit surprised. "He'll be glad to see you."

We pulled on our clothes and got in the car. During the short drive to the baby-sitter's house, I took Marsh's hand, feeling daring. He kept his eyes on the road but squeezed back.

Jonah came running out of the house with his arms extended as we pulled into the driveway, calling "Daddy! Daddy!" I stayed discreetly in the car while Marsh scooped him up, and exchanged a few pleasantries with the mother who had been keeping him. Then he brought him around to my door.

"Jonah, here's Uncle Rob. Want to ride in front with him?"

"Yeah!" Jonah shouted, and before I knew it a four-year old boy was parked in my lap.

"Want to stay and have Sunday supper with us?" Marsh asked as he drove. "Gourmet stuff--microwave chicken tenders, cubed carrots, applesauce and organic grape juice. Though you can have a beer instead of juice."

"Sounds delicious. I accept."

Marsh grinned at me and shook his head, not knowing quite what to make of this gay man who didn't mind spending time with his son. Truth was, I liked the little boy who was now chattering to "Uncle Wob" about Annie's wading pool, and watching a video that I figured out was "The Lion King." I also liked how his father treated him. The voice inside me demanded to know what on earth I thought I was getting into, but I ignored it.

The meal, though, turned out not to be so pleasant. Jonah had been too excited to nap, and turned cranky and argumentative. Marsh put up with it patiently until a plate of carrots hit the floor, scattering orange cubes all over the kitchen.

"That's it, sport. No applesauce for you. Time for your nap," he said, picking up the protesting, wailing Jonah. "Hold the fort," he said over his shoulder to me, "This could take a while," and disappeared up the stairs, Jonah's cries of "No nap, Daddeee..." becoming distant, though not totally inaudible.

I picked up the food on the floor and put it in the trash, then put everything perishable away in the fridge. Marsh reappeared just as I was rinsing and loading plates into the dishwasher. "You didn't have to do that."

"Everything okay?"

"Actually, he was peeved at being abandoned today, I think. One story and a little quiet time and off he went. He could sleep through a hurricane right now," he grinned, coming up to me and playfully squeezing my crotch. I gave him a warning look.

"I know, I know, not with the baby upstairs. Just my luck, to get myself a boyfriend with scruples." Abruptly Marsh put his arms around me and hugged me tightly. "I'm glad you came by."

I returned the hug, then drew back and looked him in the eye. "Will I see you again, Marsh?"

His brow knitted. "You're right, it's a bit complicated. I'll have to go to work as usual tomorrow, and in the evening I'll have Jonah, but I'll try and work something out for the rest of the week," he said.

I held his face in my hands, looking at his chiseled features. I was getting in too deep, too fast, but didn't know how to stop it from happening--nor did I want to.

I kissed him for the last time that day. "Promise?" I said.

He nodded, smiling slightly, his eyes aglow. "Promise."

PART SIX: MARSH AT ROB'S HOUSE

Marsh was as good as his word. He called me the next evening.

"How's Jonah?" I asked.

"He's fine. You sure are stuck on him," he teased.

"Well, he did bring us together."

"You're right. Listen, I've thought of something. How early could you get off of work this week?"

He explained his plan. He could tell Ann, Jonah's baby-sitter, that he was having to work late all this week, and ask her to keep him until six, meanwhile actually going in early and leaving early. If I could do the same, we'd have a couple of hours to ourselves before he had to pick up his son.

I got home the next day at four p.m. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. It seems strange to call Marsh Atkins a lover when we were alone together for a total of eleven, maybe twelve hours. But what hours they were.

One afternoon that week, while we were lying together in my bed, he asked me why I was scrutinizing his body so closely. I had been running my hand over the ridges of his abdominal muscles, gazing at them intently. "I'm starting to feel like I'm at the doctor's," Marsh laughed.

"I'm memorizing your body, in case I never get to do this again," I said. He laughed again and told me not to be so gloomy, but it was the simple truth. I wanted desperately not to forget any detail about Marsh, and it worked: I do remember a great deal about him--the scratchiness of his stubble, contrasting so agreeably with the softness of his lips; the mole on his left shoulder; the vein that snaked across his lower abdomen; the way his penis hung slightly off to the left when it was flaccid.

But what I remember most about that week was how much fun it was. Marsh hadn't just been talking when he told me he liked to play--and learn. I felt like a tutor with an overachieving student. Our study sessions were exhilarating, filled with laughter, gasps of surprise and groans and shouts of sexual release.

One afternoon we were in my house. Marsh had gotten me on my back and was standing on the floor by the bed, fucking me. To start the afternoon off I had shown him a scene from one of my favorite porno videos that showed two guys doing it that way, so of course he had to try it himself. We were going at it enthusiastically, Marsh holding my legs apart by the ankles, when suddenly a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"I was just thinking--ever done it in mid-air?"

"What do you mean, on a plane?"

"No. I meant--I'll show you. Put your arms around my neck," he said, bending down toward me. When I did this, he put his own arms underneath my back, grabbing my shoulders, and straightened up, lifting me into the air with him, our bodies still joined. I let out a whoop and Marsh grinned.

"Audrey likes being off the ground. You're a little heavier than she is."

He backed away from the bed, cradling me in his arms. Our eyes were locked together as he began to thrust again into me. I let my eyes sweep over his body, every muscle in action, the individual fibers standing out in his neck, shoulders, and upper arms. His skin glistened with sweat from his exertions. Shocks of pleasure coursed through me as his cock nudged my prostate with every contraction of his powerful gluteal muscles. I was totally under his control and at his mercy, and very quickly close to cumming.

At that moment, Marsh moved his head in a gesture signaling me to raise myself upward. He bent his face toward mine. Our lips met, and his tongue snaked into my mouth. I lost it then, incoherent whimpers of delight emerging from my throat as my cock came to life without my touching it, spraying thick ropes of cum over the tensed muscles in my stomach. I bucked and writhed in the throes of my first mid-air orgasm.

"Whoa there, boy," Marsh cried, hastily moving back toward the bed as he began to lose his grip on me. He got there just in time and I fell heavily onto the mattress. I lay there, my chest still heaving. I opened my eyes to find Marsh standing above me with his hands on his hips, condom-covered cock still hard, looking down at me with a satisfied smile.

"Like that?" he asked, panting.

"That was incredible," I managed to say when I caught my breath. "Can't remember the last time I came without touching myself."

Marsh peeled the rubber off of his cock and dropped it on the floor. He mounted the bed and straddled my body so that his cock was over my face. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and stretched out my tongue.

"Oh fuck," Marsh cried out a moment later, as I received the hot baptism of his semen, some shooting into my waiting mouth, the rest raining over my hair, face and throat. His load was enormous--I swallowed as much as I could, then opened my eyes to find him looking down at me, still holding his cock, with an expression almost of wonder. I imagined what he must be seeing--me, naked, covered with both my spunk and his, an expression of absolute contentment on my face. I pulled him down and we sealed our mouths together with his cum.

"Think maybe I'll skip working out tomorrow," Marsh said.

Another afternoon we tried the mirror trick. I braced myself against one wall of the bedroom while he entered me from behind, the narrow glass between our spread legs. It wasn't as easy for him to get the view I was getting, but still, Marsh enjoyed himself, pounding me vigorously in a fully upright pose for a while, his hands gripping my hips, then peering around my body at the mirror to get an eyeful of his cock drilling me from underneath. As for me, the sight of his shaft reaming my hole, our balls swaying in unison, was such a turn-on that, though I didn't spontaneously combust as I had when he was carrying me, it took only a few strokes of his big paw on my cock to send my cum spattering over mirror, floor and wall. He came himself seconds afterward, practically nailing me to the wall in his excitement. We sank to the floor exhausted then, him still inside me, his arms circling my heaving chest, kneeling over the stained glass like two spent wrestlers.

It's hard to believe we crammed all that frenzied sex into just an hour or two each day. Strange to say, though, I enjoyed the time I spent with Marsh when we weren't fucking almost as much. At the end of each afternoon we would clean up the mess we had made, jump into a quick shower together, then go pick up Jonah. Usually we took him straight home, fed him dinner, then Marsh would take him upstairs for his bath and bedtime story. I would wait in the living room until he came down again, Jonah safely asleep, and we would cuddle together on the couch watching TV if we didn't have work to do, or tap intently on our respective laptops if we did.

As I grew more attached to both father and son it became easy to fantasize that we were really a family, at least when Marsh wasn't talking to Audrey on the phone. One evening we went to the mall, a gigantic, child-friendly haven that even had a playscape in the middle. Jonah, allowed to stay up late for this special treat, ran delightedly down the rows of shops ahead of us, stopping only at the window of the toy store. Nothing would do, of course, but that we take him in and buy him something, so we did. It's remarkable how having a sweetly rambunctious four-year old with you makes it so much easier to make friends with strangers. No one seemed to find it strange that Jonah had two daddies along with him, or at least a daddy and an uncle of some sort.

Toward the end of our outing we ducked into a automatic photo booth, the three of us. The booth made two copies of the picture and Marsh gave me one. I still have it, though it's curled and faded--Marsh and me smiling at the camera, Jonah lolling between us, tired but happy, Marsh's hand ruffling his son's hair--the nearest I've gotten to having a family.

TO BE CONTINUED... 



Good Neighbor Ch. 04



Revised version copyright 2006 by the author.

PART SEVEN: EXITS AND ENTRANCES

Looking back, I only have myself to blame for how things turned out. I knew in my heart that those few days with Marsh were all I was going to get, but I couldn't help hoping for more. He was so open, so uninhibited in his passion, so willing to share his life and his son with me, how could it all end so soon?

But it did, of course. If only it hadn't ended so badly.

Friday we were on Marsh's living room couch as the late evening light slowly faded. I was seated, Marsh's head in my lap. We had stuck to our no-sex rule while Jonah was around all week. The other days it had been hard, but tonight, abstaining was easy. Gloom hung over us both, as heavy as the still air of the house.

Marsh, making an effort, broke the silence. "Thanks for reading him his story."

I nodded. For our final night together I had been accorded the honor of helping put the little boy to bed.

We fell silent again, then I said, "When is Audrey getting in tomorrow?"

"Her plane comes in about three. I'll drive out there with Jonah to get her, I guess."

"Marsh, what are you going to say to her?"

He looked away, as if trying to evade my question. "About what?"

My jaw locked in anger, though I tried to control it. I knew I should have seen this coming. Many times I had sat at the bar and listened to a like tale of woe coming from one of my friends, smugly thinking I'd never let myself get into a situation like that. But I had, with hardly a struggle.

Marsh must have sensed what lay behind my silence. He lifted himself off my lap and swung his body around until he was sitting apart from me, looking downward. "Look, what do you want me to say?"

"So, your wife comes back and I'm supposed to be just your good neighbor again, is that it, Marsh?" I sounded like a bad soap opera. I hated myself, but couldn't stop.

Marsh spread his hands in appeal. "Rob, I have a family, a job, a house, a mortgage. It's not that simple. I can't just throw it all away."

"Jesus, I am such an idiot," I said, my voice rising. "A fucking idiot."

"Shh! You'll wake Jonah. Please, Rob." The look on his face succeeded in diffusing my anger, for the moment.

"You never were going to tell her, were you?" I asked, dully, after another minute.

Marsh shook his head slowly, looking down again.

"I should have known."

He raised his head and met my gaze, his expression willing me to understand. "Rob, I've never met anyone like you. This week--has been fantastic. You've got to believe me, I thought about it, leaving Audrey, I mean. But--

His voice dropped and trembled slightly. "I'm a coward. I couldn't help thinking about Jonah. Audrey, she'd survive, even if she hated me for the rest of her life. But what about him?"

The damndest thing was, I understood. I'd held that little boy in my lap, played with him at the pool, helped him eat his Jello cubes, read him a story. If I were Jonah's father, could I face the prospect of seeing him rarely, or maybe not at all? Of wondering how his mother would turn him against me?

I felt like crying, but tears wouldn't come. Instead, I just sat there, depression filling my chest like a lump of lead.

"Shit," I said. How intelligent, how eloquent.

Marsh gripped my shoulder, the words flowing rapidly out of him. "Maybe there's a way we could keep seeing each other, I don't know exactly how. Maybe at the office, or something."

I shook my head, repelled at the thought. "I don't think so." Another beat, then I stood. "Well, it was nice while it lasted. Bye, Marsh." Funny, Stan had said almost the same thing to me, ages ago, it seemed.

I started to head for the door. "Rob," Marsh said. I turned. He was sitting there, as handsome as ever. For the first time his physical beauty didn't take my breath away.

"You--you're not going to say anything to Audrey, are you?"

If he had said anything kind, or remorseful, I might have started to cry. As it was, I snorted with contempt. "Fuck off," I said, and walked out the door.

I didn't think Marsh was going to come running after me this time, and sure enough, he didn't. I sat in the kitchen of my silent and empty house, and downed two or three Scotches, from a bottle that I hadn't opened until now. I finally went to bed, and woke with a pounding headache.

I'd broken up with lovers before. I hadn't ever broken up with one who happened to be my next-door neighbor, though. Nor had I ever terminated a relationship with someone who had a kid who liked me. So I wasn't ready for some painful little incidents in the next couple of weeks after Marsh's wife came home.

I got a phone call from Audrey a few days later, asking me out to dinner with the family. She wanted to follow through on the invitation she had extended before she left. There was no way to refuse without seeming rude, and obviously Marsh couldn't nix the plan without arousing her curiosity. So the four of us, Marsh, Audrey, Jonah and me, went out to a convivial, noisy hamburger joint downtown the next week. Only Jonah seemed unaffectedly glad to see me. Marsh hardly spoke a word or looked me in the eye the entire time, and Audrey chattered nervously about her father's health and had one too many margaritas to drink. It was one of the most uncomfortable evenings of my life.

Mercifully, it was easier than I thought it would be to avoid seeing Marsh otherwise. I simply started leaving for work earlier and coming home a bit before he did. Of course it was impossible to avoid him, or his family, altogether, but I would simply wave or say a brief "hi" before disappearing into my house. Once I thought I saw a puzzled look on Audrey's face as I walked away from her and her son, who still obviously looked up to me-why was I being so unfriendly? Another time I ran into Marsh and Audrey together. I saw the anxiety in his eyes, and remembered a joke I heard once about "the definition of being gay: somewhere there's a married man who's terrified of you." Still, his discomfiture was hollow satisfaction.

I found myself getting irrationally upset about the state of my yard and grounds. I no longer felt like doing the work myself, but lacked the energy to go about looking for someone to do it. Things began to look overgrown and seedy and this lowered my spirits still further.

I buried myself in the business, and managed not to think too much about Marsh during the day. At night was another matter. I would lie awake, alone in my bed, staring at the ceiling as images of our lovemaking flashed through my mind, so real I could almost feel my arms around him again. The longing was a physical pain. I'd had him for so short a time--why couldn't I forget him as quickly?

The summer dragged slowly on, hot and joyless now. One night, lying sleepless despite what had become my usual routine of two or three stiff drinks before turning in, I couldn't stand tossing and turning any longer. I got up, padded downstairs and quietly opened the back door, stepping out onto the back steps dressed only in my boxers. It was very warm outside but still it felt better than being in the house, which too often these days was like a prison. I figured I'd stand here for a few minutes until the mosquitoes got too bad.

There were plenty of crickets and the noise they made was surprisingly loud. Dim light filtered in from the safety lamp shining on the driveway of the house behind mine, and from the half moon above, but most of the yard was shadowed in blackness. Suddenly I stiffened. I stood absolutely still, hardly breathing, listening alertly. There it was again--a soft, wordless sigh from an unmistakably female voice. It was coming from the next yard--Marsh's yard.

My feet were bare and made no sound as I quietly walked diagonally across the grass until I could see the back deck of the Atkins residence. I crouched down in case I could be seen by anyone there--there was enough light so that an alert eye could have detected my movements.

I needn't have worried about being noticed, though—they were totally engrossed in what they were doing. Audrey was standing with her back against the wall of the house, behind her husband, so I couldn't see her very well. Marsh was facing her, crouching slightly, his broad shoulders and back unmistakable in a dark muscle shirt. His bare butt was clearly visible from where I stood--whatever he had been wearing on his lower body was in a heap around his ankles. As I watched, the rhythmic clenching and unclenching of his dimpled cheeks told me all I needed to know.

Another moan from Audrey wafted through the night air to my ears. I realized that my hands were balled up into fists and I was gritting my teeth so hard they could crack. Rage shot through me like a blue flame. I wanted to turn and run into the house, hide under the covers of my bed, stuff my fingers into my ears. But I couldn't move, nor could I take my eyes off them.

Despite the turmoil that seethed in me, I must not have made any sound, for Marsh and Audrey continued their lovemaking with increasing frenzy. Her moans increased in frequency and volume. I saw her arms encircle his neck, and her feet rise off the ground as her slender, shapely legs wrapped themselves around his body. He began to thrust faster and I heard his voice join hers. Thank God I was too far away to understand words—the unmistakable, guttural quality of the sounds he was making was torture enough. 

The sounds reached a crescendo of intensity, then began to diminish. Audrey's feet descended to the floor of the deck again, and Marsh's body became still. They turned to one side, embracing, their lips touching. I heard, or perhaps imagined, the distant clicking of wet kisses. I could stand no more. As quietly as I could, I backed away and re-entered my house, letting the door slam, no longer caring if they heard.

In the kitchen were the remnants of that evening's nightcap on the table--the half-filled bottle of Campari, the empty tumbler. I heard sobbing breaths cut through the silence of the house and realized they were coming from me. I sat down and got the bottle open with trembling hands. The neck of the bottle clinked violently against the rim of the glass as I poured myself another drink. I took a big gulp of the bitter stuff, neat, and choked on it. Coughing and sputtering, my windpipe burning, I shouted "Damn it!" and threw the glass at the wall. Glass shards flew and the pink liquid went spraying over the counter top and linoleum. I put my head down on the table. In all the time since I had walked out of Marsh's house that Friday night I hadn't shed a tear, but I began to cry now, heavy, broken sobs.

I could have stood anything but the sight that I saw, for I knew exactly what it was to be loved by Marsh Atkins, to be held naked and defenseless in his arms, to be possessed by his body and cock. The first time I had seen husband and wife together in their bedroom I had longed for what I thought could never be. Now, seeing them happily reunited, I grieved for what would never be again.

CHAPTER EIGHT: DINNER WITH STAN

He was noticeably different on the phone this time. "Hey--how are you doing," he asked, his tone guarded, neutral. I heard the TV going somewhere nearby, a sitcom perhaps, as there were frequent bursts of laughter.

"How are you, Stan?" I said, feeling pretty tongue-tied myself. I had half expected him to hang up when he heard my voice.

"Okay. So--what's up?"

I decided to go for broke. "I'd like to take you out to dinner."

He snorted then, taken by surprise. "Dinner? Why?"

Just then I heard another burst of laughter. This time a single male voice, much closer, joined in. Stan must have company.

"Oh God, this is a bad time, isn't it," I said, really abashed.

"Naw, that's just my buddy Gary in from Florida. He's crashing on my couch for a few days. You really want to buy me dinner?"

"Sure I do."

"Just a sec, Gary's yakking at me." There were vague noises at the other end of the line, then Stan's voice came on again, amused, less guarded. "Gary says never turn down a free meal. He says I'm lucky my yuppie boyfriend wants to give _me_ dinner."

I smiled to myself. "So are we on?"

"Only if you'll take me to Castle Hill," which was a casual but topnotch, pricey downtown establishment.

"Done."

"Wow, that was easy. When?"

On the appointed evening I got to the restaurant first, ordered a glass of wine and waited. Just as I began to worry that he was going to stand me up, Stan walked in. He was wearing dark blue slacks, a lighter blue, short-sleeved shirt and a necktie. I had never seen him before in good clothes. He saw me, waved tentatively and made his way across the dining room.

"Thanks for coming," I said as he sat down.

"Thank you for buying me dinner," he said. I could see he was curious about why I'd invited him, but he wasn't about to ask.

After ordering a beer from the waiter--no wine for Stan--he said, without preamble, "So, I guess the married guy didn't work out?"

I shook my head. "No, he didn't."

"Don't be too hard on him, Rob," he said, to my surprise. "They have a lot on their minds. Married guys, I mean."

"And how would you know?"

"I was married." I was taken aback. It must have showed on my face, because Stan grinned in the old way. "Heck, why not? Most guys get married, Rob."

"I guess so. How long?"

"Six years."

"How come you never told me before?"

"You never asked. Rob, when you've been over at my place, you haven't wanted to talk much."

The waiter arrived to take our order at that moment, and saved me from having to come up with an answer to that one. Stan sensed his advantage and started in on me again after he left.

"So why the invite, Rob?"

Of course we both knew why we were there, but I wasn't about to let him win that easily. I had an ace up my sleeve. "Know anything about landscaping? Sprinkler systems?"

Stan blinked. "Huh?"

I smiled blandly. "I put in these flowerbeds earlier this summer and now I've gotten lazy. I have to figure out a way to keep them from dying. I need professional help. That's why I called, Stan--I figured you might know some good people."

Stan looked disappointed. "Well," he said slowly, "I could come over and take a look."

"Why? I didn't know you did sprinklers," I said, acting skeptical. Actually, of course, I was elated.

He got a bit huffy. "Well, no, I don't exactly. But I know enough so I can tell you what you really need, so you won't get taken for a ride."

"Okay. How about Saturday morning?"

"Fine." The meal came a few minutes later, and Stan ate his food with gusto. A few times during the rest of that evening I caught him eyeing me with a puzzled look, wondering why I had gone to all this trouble to ask him to look at my yard. He didn't know yet that this was just the first part of my little scheme.

Promptly at ten o'clock on Saturday morning I heard the doorbell ring. Carefully I walked over to answer it. I grasped the doorknob, turned it, and pulled the door slowly open, making sure I stayed behind it, invisible from the outside.

"Rob, you there? What's going on? Where--" Stan's voice asked as he stepped into the hall. His head turned toward me and he stopped in mid-sentence. A smile spread across his face and he shook his head. "Aw, you."

I was naked, of course. I leaned back against the wall in what I hoped was a seductive pose. To my embarrassment I realized I was trembling, a little bit from excitement, but mostly from fear that Stan would laugh in my face and walk out.

There was a moment of suspense, then he extended one of his big hands and pushed the front door shut with a bang. He stepped forward and put his arms around me, but as I prepared to receive what I thought was going to be an affectionate hug, his grip tightened, he crouched down and suddenly my feet were in the air as he hoisted me bodily onto one broad shoulder. "Stan, what the hell are you doing?" I shouted, and his laugh rang out.

"Upstairs, yuppie scum," he said, giving my butt a vigorous swat.

He didn't make it to the bedroom with me, but he did manage to get all the way up the stairs. At the top he put me down, puffing from his exertions. "I'm not that young any more," he said, before I kissed him.

Later, I turned to him as we both lay on my bed. My ass was pleasantly sore from the attentions Stan had paid to it with his mouth and cock.

"Why don't we go out and look at the yard, as long as you're here."

Stan laughed. "How long are you going to keep this up?"

"I wasn't kidding," I protested. "I really do need help with the grounds."

"Why do you keep saying that, Rob?" he said, suddenly serious. "Fuck, you could have just told me to get my ass over here the night you called."

"And you'd have come?"

Stan clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. "You are so full of shit, you know that? Haven't I come panting every time, from the first time you saw me through your kitchen window?"

I dropped my eyes, ashamed. "I wouldn't have been surprised if you hadn't, this time."

"Yeah, well, I guess I'm a glutton for punishment." I looked up at him. He was still trying to look reproachful, but the twinkle in his eyes was definitely there.

"So--speaking of punishment, my company's having a Fourth of July picnic out at the club. Want to go with me?"

Stan stared, then threw his head back and guffawed. "You're something else. You mean I have to wear my good clothes again?"

I shook my head. "You look like a gas station attendant in those things. Wear your jeans and boots. Believe me, you'll be a hit. C'mon, Stan, say you will."

Stan was grinning broadly. His eyes had fully regained the challenging sparkle I knew so well, and had missed so much. "Let me think about it while you fuck my butt."

"Whatever you say," I laughed as I pulled him to me.

EPILOGUE

It took me a while to persuade Stan to move in with me, but he finally did. He eventually installed the sprinkler system himself, and the yard always looks great now. Adjusting to my office social life turned out to be a snap--he quickly figured out that a lot of the people who worked for me hadn't gone to college either, and even the ones who had didn't like to do their own landscaping. He's worked up quite a nice business--the fact that he looks like a cross between Tom Selleck and the guy on the Brawny paper towel rolls doesn't hurt, of course.

I saw less and less of the Atkinses as time went on. Occasionally I still ran into Audrey at the coffee shop or supermarket. She was still pleasant but noticeably less friendly—she never talked about getting together any more. I wondered how much, if anything, she knew or figured out about what happened while she was away that week visiting her father. One day I saw her going into the local post office with a dark-haired, gravely handsome boy. I realized with a start that it was Jonah, now about eight or nine years old. After marveling how much he was growing up to look like his dad, sadness pierced through me. The lively toddler whom I had held in my lap and comforted, whose hand I had held while we window-shopped at the mall, was gone forever.

Soon after that a "For Sale" sign appeared in the yard of the house next door. I thought about going over and saying good-bye but decided against it. The thing with Marsh was ancient history. I hadn't had any real contact with him in a long time, and I was sure that suited him just fine. It was summer again and Stan and I were about to go on vacation. When we came back, the house was empty and deserted--the occupants had moved while were gone.

So Marsh Atkins made his final exit from the stage of my life. As it turned out, it wasn't quite so simple--life is never that neat.

It was sometime that fall that I booted up my home computer one evening in my upstairs office to check my e-mail before turning in. Stan was in the shower, I remember hearing the water going.




Good Neighbor Ch. 04



There was a whole lot of junk and spam and I got to work deleting it. One subject heading caught my eye, though: "Blast from the Past" it said--not exactly the kind of heading you would usually see on a smut or sales promotional. There was an attached file, and immediately I thought: virus. But there hadn't been any warnings lately, and I was pretty careful about keeping track of those things.

Deciding to risk it, I opened the e-mail and began to read.

Dear Rob,

I hope you haven't figured out who this is and deleted it already. If you figure it out now, don't delete it, please?  It's Marshall, your former next-door neighbor. I was surfing the Net and found your company page. So how are you doing? I guess I'm sorry I never got to say goodbye. I don't know if you talked to Audrey either before we left, but FYI we're divorced now. I'm living out in Cal. Got a good position here with the Silicon Valley branch of my company. We sold the house as part of the settlement. She got custody of Jonah :-(, but she's being good about letting me see him. Actually, Rob, she's being really good considering everything. You see, I'm living out here with another guy...

Okay, so are you finished saying I told you so? I don't know exactly why I'm telling you this. Maybe you won't think I'm such a bastard now, or maybe you still will. After all, this doesn't change the fact that I treated you like shit. Rafe is great, but I miss Jonah all the time. Say hey to him for me if you see him, will you? He's still living in town with his mom.

Guess I've rambled on enough. Hope you're doing okay.

Marsh

P.S. The attached file is a pic of me and Rafe, my partner.

I opened it and looked at Marsh and another man smiling at the camera, squinting a bit from the sun on their faces, their hair windswept. Behind them was an expanse of blue water, and what I recognized as the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance.

I became aware of Stan behind me, a towel around his waist. He pressed his bare stomach, warm and fragrant with soap, against the back of my head.

"Our former neighbor," I explained. "He's divorced and living in California with a guy."

"Saw the light, eh?" Stan said, patting my shoulder. I took his hand.

"Guess so."

"You sorry he didn't see it sooner?"

I looked up at him. "Maybe a little. On the other hand, if we play our cards right, we might have a place to stay in the Bay area."

Stan snorted. "Too damn civilized for this puppy. You going to stare at that thing all night?"

I shook my head. "Be there in a minute." After he left, I gazed at the screen and the picture of the two men, apparently happy, for a while longer. Then I closed the file, shut the computer down and went to join him.

END 



Good Neighbor Ed



The dogs in the cargo space of the SUV were barking as the wife backed out of the driveway, the first segment of a weeklong trip to her mother's home in Oklahoma City. I waved goodbye as the Suburban disappeared around the corner, slipped the little blue Viagra pill under my tongue, and turned to walk back to the house. 

After waiting about 15 minutes, anxious all the while, I decided she was on the road and wouldn't be dropping back to pick up a forgotten package or missing suitcase. I got down to my briefs, picked up the telephone, and called good neighbor Ed. 

"Hey, cutie!" I forgot he had caller ID.

"Hey Ed," I said. "She's gone. Come on over."

"Whatever makes you happy, cutie," he said. "How's my Horsedick?"

It made me smile whenever he called me that. I'm nothing special, but my cock gets real thick when it gets hard, and Ed loves it. It throbbed when he called me that.

"Horny as hell. Hurry."

It was more Ed than Viagra right now, but I could feel my cock getting warm. Just then, I heard the back gate open and close. That would be Ed.

Ed lives across the alley, in an old 4-flat apartment building that attracted workers at the nearby hospital. He was about 5-10, black hair with blue eyes, and a sweet cock with a big fat head made for kissing.

We had met about 6 months earlier at a neighborhood party. We started talking around the food table, and before the evening was over he showed me how a real man sucks cock. It was the hottest sex I had ever had. The next week, in his bedroom, I sucked his cock for the first time. He came real hard, big thick gobs of cream, and I can still taste his warm cum on my lips.

I had a full hardon by the time I pulled him into my arms. I held Ed tight, my arms around his waist and my hands on his ass as I kissed him. Long and hard, our tongues dueling.

I pulled down his shorts to get at his ass. They slide down and he kicked them off. Ed took off his shirt as I pulled off my briefs. My cock was stiff, and popped free as I pulled the cotton briefs down and off. Ed was naked, with that beautiful cock that slightly curves to a big thick head.

I laid down on the bed, and pulled Ed next to me. We held each other close as my cock rubbed against his. Ed stroked us, two man meats in his right hand. I was so stiff I was not a gentleman, I have to admit.

I turned Ed onto his back and knelt between his legs as I kissed him on the lips, then the neck, down to his nipples and slowly smooched lower and lower until my beard tickled his cockshaft. I played with his cock, jacking him off slowly and kissing the thick red head.

"Fuck me," he said. "Fuck me with your big horse dick, Horsedick!"

I pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Not yet." I put his cock back into my mouth.

I pushed down until my soft beard caressed his big round balls. Back, slowly, then down hard, back slowly, smooching and licking and frenchkissing his cock. Stroking fast when holding his cockhead in my mouth, now engulfing it with my lips at the base.

His cock was long and hot, slick with my spit and his precum. He tasted salty, and his sweat mingled with the smell of his cock.

We kissed as I stroked his wet cock, my thumb playing on his cock. 

"Cum in my mouth baby," I asked him between smooches. "Please."

He pushed my face away and growled, "Suck my cock, Horsedick."

I put his hot meat into my mouth and began sucking like a $2 whore. I was on the upstroke when he groaned and crammed his cock into my mouth while pushing my face into his pecker.

First one big glob of cream shot out, then spurts of cum. Sweet and salty, and hot.

We kissed as I continued playing with his wet cock that was slowly becoming soft. 

"Thanks sweetie. Thanks for the big cum," I said.

Ed didn't say anything, but turned on his belly to show me his beautiful ass. Round and firm. He wiggled it and I kissed it, maybe even a little bite or two to taste its firmness.

"Fuck me," he said. Ed put his knees under him and raised his ass so I could see it good. I fingered his asshole, and lube it up with some of his own cum. He rotated his hips in tune with my fingering.

I got behind him, resting my cock on his ass, rubbing it on his ass. He reached around and placed the head right on his little knot of muscle. 

I felt so thick and heavy that I was worried it would hurt him. 

"Fuck me!"

So I slowly pushed my cockhead in as he sucked in his breath. Then I rammed my cock as far as I could into him, and grabbed his hips with both hands. I pulled him into my cock as I thrust harder, and deeper. He rotated his hips as he met my thrusts, and pushed back as I tried to pull out for even harder plunges. Ed squeezed my cock with his ass, milking it. The bed banged against the wall, BamBamBamBam.

Suddenly, my cock felt like it grew 2 inches as I came. Ed squeezed my cock with his trained ass, holding it as I bucked and fucked and pushed it in as far and as deep as possible. I kissed his neck, his back and his ass and then back again.

"Shower time!" he said. 

We smooched and held each other like two newlyweds in the shower, as we cleaned cocks with warm soapy water.

But that's another story, for another time.



Good Neighbor Policy



Nancy has been our neighbor for over 15 years. She is in her early sixties and is quite an attractive lady. She is very pleasant and always accommodating, although her husband is a college professor who is almost a recluse. The only thing that is certain about him is that he leaves the house at 7 am promptly every weekday, otherwise he is a cipher.

One day while I was drinking coffee and reading the paper I looked out of the window across the wall separating our home from Nancy's. She was standing as she often is at her kitchen window. This morning she waved at me and made motions that she wanted to talk to me. I accross to greet her and asked her what she wanted. She answered me that she had to replace some bulbs in the ceiling light fixture of their den and did we have a small stepladder that she might borrow. I told her that we had one but it was somewhat unsteady. I offered my help while she replaced the bulbs or better yet that I could do that for her. She thanked me but said that she wanted to do it herself but would appreciate any help. I fetched the ladder and carried it to her home. There she placed it under the fixture and mounted it so that she could reach the fixture. The ladder was a little shaky so I held it in place while she climbed up. All went well until she over-reached and stepped off the highest rung. Luckily she was facing out, towards me and as she fell in this position I was able to catch her by her armpits and cushion the impact of the fall.

For a moment I thought she had passed out and I asked her if she was alright. She opened her eyes and said "I'm fine , thank you." Because of the way she fell and how I caught her we stood face to face, with my arms embracing her. We were so close in fact that almost every part of our bodies were in intimate contact.

I don't know why or even understand how it happened, but when she told me that she was unhurt I kissed her gently on her cheek. At that her eyes opened wide, and at that moment I remember thinking what a jerk I must be. I braced myself for the verbal rebuke and perhaps even some physical reaction that was sure to follow, but nothing at all like this happened. Instead she smiled and returned my kiss. She didn't kiss my cheek in return but launched a full blown passionate response as her lips and tongue attacked my own. I was astonished because consciously at least I had not looked for or anticipated this response. In the past we saw each other from our respective kitchen windows from which we waved, or on the street where we passed a few moments of polite but certainly not at all intimate conversation. Almost immediately I reacted strongly and almost immediately had an erection of which she couldn't have been unaware because of our close proximity. 

Neither one of us spoke because we were so busy kissing each other. After a fer seconds of intimate kissing I felt her hand move across my front and stop at my groin. There she fondled and caressed my erect Penis. This excited me so much I had to gently remove her hand and told her that I was close to coming. She stopped kissing me long enough to tell me to come with her.

She led me by the hand to her bedroom, and when we reached it we fell on her bed groping for each other, kissing and at the same time trying to get our clothes off. Neither one of us was in the mood for foreplay. We were both hungry for one another. My trousers were off, my shorts followed immediately. She pulled her skirt up over her hips, and for the first time I found myself admiring her graceful long legs, but not for long because she immediately pulled me down on top of her. I didn't even have time to remove her panties. Her arms and legs held me close to her body and almost forced me into her. She grabbed my erect Penis and directed it in to her already moist, and what seemed incredible warm Vagina. I plunged it into her, helpless to control events, and I don't think either of us lasted for more than 2-3 minutes before we both came. I came explosively and this time remarkably without needing Viagra which recently became a necessity for me. As she came with me I felt the walls of her vagina contract about my Penis squeezing its discharge. She bit my lip, thrust her tongue into my mouth as far as she could, scratched my back with her finger nails and tears came to her eyes. Certainly this was the most memorable orgasm I ever enjoyed.

Afterward as we lay together we kissed more leisurely, and removed our clothes. For the first time I appreciated her slim but well proportioned body. She was of medium height and her breasts were large but they sagged very little. Her skin was smooth except for some slight abdominal stretch marks. Her Pubic bush was brown with some gray, and from there the unmistakable aroma of recent sexual activity arose.

We chatted comfortably like an old married couple. I didn't ask, but was eager to hear what brought on this sexual explosion. She told me that her husband, although kind and respectful to her, had gradually become withdrawn and rarely talked to her. There had been no sexual relations for the last few years, and she was reluctant to seek it with some one else. When I asked her if she planned this encounter she blushed and indicated that she had been thinking about me for some time. She compensated for her loss of intercourse with her husband by masturbation, and when she did she invariably chose me as her mental partner. I reminded her that in all the years we had been neighbors she never once gave any hint of this. When I asked if I had met up to her expectations she kissed me again and said very much so. Once again and without any pharmacological assistance I had an erection, aided and abetted by her teasing fingers.

I kissed her ears, her neck and down her chest to reach her ample breasts. Her face and chest was still rosy pink from her sexual excitement, and her nipples were erect. I teased her breasts with my tongue which she loved. She asked me to suckle on them and which I happily obliged. My own hand was not idle as my fingers explored her very warm and moist Vagina. Nancy blushed as I licked them dry from my own discharge and her secretion.

I continued my downward journey with my lips and tongue, and when my tongue reached her groin she began to shake. She told me that she had never experienced this before. I was happy to oblige and placed myself at her feet with my head at her groin. My tongue gently lapped at her thighs and as it moved up their inside and approached her Vagina she began to moan with pleasure. As my tongue began to probe its entrance she arched her back and pulled my head down closer to her groin. When I flicked my tongue over her prominent Clitoris she couldn't restrain her cries of pleasure, and when she came, as she did several times she wept again.

I was gratified to find that my penis remained erect. Moving under her I gently pulled her into a squatting position over me. She needed no encouragement from me, and lowered herself slowly until the tip of my penis was just engaged by her Vagina.

This time she controlled events, and as I tried to enter her she gently pulled away. The stimulation was just enough to keep me erect, but not enough to result in my own ejaculation. She continued to tease me for what seemed an eternity before she lowered herself on me and engulfed my organ. Again I felt experienced the incredibly warm,smooth and moist sheath that felt surprisingly snug. As she rose and fell on me the walls of her Vagina seemed to grip and massage my Penis. Her large breasts periodically approached my eager lips and I sucked and nibbled at nipples which added to our pleasure. We fell into a steady rhythm trying to sustain our enjoyment so long as possible. Finally neither one of us could postpone the inevitable and by mutual, but unspoken consent we both came together for the second time. Again we lay embraced and fondled each other. This time Nancy shyly asked if she could clean my limp Penis which by now was sticky with semen and her own secretions.

She my penis in her hand and used her tongue to licked it clean from the Scrotum up. Once she had accomplished this she teased the end of my Penis with her Tongue. This time it was my turn to shiver with pleasure. As my previously limp Penis became partially erect she took it into her mouth where she again used her tongue to play with it. She was able to take about half of its length in, and used her lips to their full advantage so that after a few minutes I warned her that I was about to come. She looked up at me and smiled,but continued her oral minstrations. I came, but this time even though it was just as pleasurable for me the discharge was very little.

We spent about an hour in making love, when I realized that my wife was due to come home soon from exercise gym. Nancy and I showered together, and although I tried to perform again, I couldn't. We toweled each other dry and dressed. Nancy surpized me once again when she began to dress rather provocatively in a sort of reverse Strip -tease,. She was well aware of what effect she had because again my tired penis began to perk up as she put on a garter belt to which she attached sheer black nylon stockings. I asked her to wear these for me the next time we got together and smilingly she agreed. We made our next date for two mornings later.

As I left Nancy to return to my own home I felt a warm glow of contentment, and surprisingly was not at all tired from the morning's activities.

When my wife returned she asked me if any one had called and what if anything had happened in her absence. I told her that Nancy asked me for the loan of our stepladder, and that I went over to her house to help help install some light bulbs.

" What a nice neighbor you are" she said, and kissed me. 



Good Neighbor Policy



"Oh God yes Reggie, make me cum baby," Bonnie crooned as her sweet 5'8" curvaceous 130 pound 34DD-24-34 frame slowly rode up and down on Reggie's rock hard throbbing 8 inch cock.

  Bonnie's tight wet and sweet newly shaven oh so perfectly pink pussy was gripping the sides of Reggie's cock and milking it for all it was worth. Bonnie's sugar walls felt like 1000's of fingers made from the finest silk imaginable. 

  Reggie and Bonnie were in the throes of passion, enjoying their favorite daily ritual, the same ritual they had been enjoying ever since Reggie had moved into town the previous year.

  Bonnie felt her pussy quiver and she knew it wasn't be long until she came and flooded Reggie's cock with her sweet sticky cream. Bonnie was riding Reggie slowly using long drawn out fucking motions to maximize pleasure. Reggie also had his hands on Bonnie's hips guiding her motions as she moved her body up and down.

  Bonnie's sweet supple breasts jiggled freely swaying back and forth as she continued to fuck Reggie. Bonnie then pulled Reggie up so that he was now sitting upright and held him as they continued to fuck rocking back and forth.

  Reggie put his tongue to Bonnie's succulent breasts and began sucking on her nipples as they fucked. This made Bonnie even hotter and she purred with delight.

  "Mmmmmmm yes baby, let mommy nurse her little boy," Bonnie said with a lustful purr

  It wasn't long until Bonnie felt the passion inside of her reach its zenith and she gasped for breath.

  "Oh God, I'm cumming" Bonnie moaned using every bit of strength she had to utter those words as her orgasm had hit her with such force and left her almost breathless.

  Bonnie laid Reggie back down on the bed and continued to ride him. Reggie was on the verge of cumming. He felt his cock swell with cum and knew it wasn't long until he spunked his load.

  Reggie let out a low grunt and guttural moan and with a breathy voice announced that he was cumming. 

  "Gimme all of you baby," Bonnie replied with a lusty moan. "I wanna feel your hot manhood deep inside of me."

  No sooner than Bonnie had said that Reggie popped his top sending his jism spewing forth like hot molten lava from a volcano which had suddenly erupted after being dormant for countless millennia.

  "Oh yes baby," Bonnie purred with delight. "That feels so wonderful as always." 

   Bonnie looked down at Reggie and flashed a loving contented smile at. Reggie looked up into Bonnie's piercing and captivating crystal ice blue eyes which were able to bewitch a man and captivate his soul and hold it hostage. Once again they had succeeded in doing that to Reggie because he was helpless lost in her eyes.

   Bonnie's also took her soft hands and rubbed Reggie's bare and muscular chest as she lovingly caressed his body. She then laid her warm soft sweet naked body on top of his.

  Our lovers embraced and kissed as their naked bodies pressed against each other and melted together as one. Limbs intertwined and bodies moved in unison. 

  Bonnie and Reggie then turned and faced each other as their bodies still pressed together. Reggie's hard cock was still buried deep inside of Bonnie's sweet wet pussy and he stroked not only it to keep it hard but also because Bonnie had begged him to.

  After 15 minutes of sweet intense afterglow, Bonnie rolled Reggie back over on his back and laid her body on top of his. She sighed a soft sigh as she looked into his stele grey eyes.

  "As much as I have to say this sweetie, we have to get ready for work," Bonnie said not wanting this moment to end. 

  "Too bad you couldn't call in sick," Reggie replied with a smile. "You could always tell them you came down with something and are going to the doctor."

  "Yeah that's true," Bonnie replied "but it's getting close to the end of the year and subs are hard to get."

   Even though Bonnie said that, Reggie could tell she really wanted to stay at home and make hot sweet passionate monkey love many more times. The more Bonnie thought about it the more she liked the idea and then an idea hit her as her eyes lit up and a wicked grin crossed her lips. 

  "I could always call my best friend Jenna," Bonnie said. "She loves filling in for me and besides she owes me a favor."

  Bonnie repositioned herself up in the bed so that she was propped up against the headboard of the bed with a pillow behind her. Bonnie's knees were bent up her feet were flat on the bed and her legs were spread about a shoulder's width apart 

  Bonnie then reached over to the head board and picked up her cell phone as well as her pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120's and a lighter. She lit up a cigarette and proceeded to call Jenna.

  As the phone was ringing Bonnie began to softly caress Reggie's head and Reggie scooted over so that he was now resting his head on Bonnie's bosom with his lips practically touching one of Bonnie's nipples.

  Reggie then began softly sucking on Bonnie's nipple as Bonnie ran her fingers through her hair. Just then Jenna answered the phone.

   "Hey sweetie," the voice on the other end of the phone said.

  "Hey doll, "Bonnie replied

  "What's shaking hon," Jenna asked.

  "Well sweetie, I need a really big favor," Bonnie began. "I know its last minute but I really need a sub for today and probably tomorrow too."

  "No problem babe," Jenna replied with a smile. "You know I love subbing for your classes. They are always a lot of fun, especially the dance team classes. It gives me an excuse to let loose and strut my stuff."

  When Jenna asked Bonnie what was going on she told her that she wasn't feeling well and needed to stay in bed and recuperate. 

  "Let's just say I overexerted myself and I need to stay in bed and recuperate if you know what I mean." Bonnie said with a wicked grin and laugh 

  "Ahhhh I see," Jenna replied as she smiled catching on to Bonnie's mean. "Now Reggie wouldn't have been involved with this now would he," Jenna added with a wicked grin.

  "I plead the Fifth on that one," Bonnie replied with a wry smile. As she looked over at Reggie.

   "I see," Jenna replied. "Well it's a good thing I'm not busy and were such close and intimate friends but it's gonna cost ya."

  "Name your price," Bonnie said guessing what Jenna would say. "You know what I want," Jenna said in a coy voice. "I wanna test drive that hot man of yours and see for myself just how good he really is."

  "I think that can be arranged, Bonnie replied with a grin as she looked over at Reggie and smiled. "Of course you know that I'm gonna have to be there to chaperone you two."

  Reggie was now kissing his way down Bonnie's torso and was reaching her pubic region. Bonnie's legs instinctively parted and Reggie repositioned himself so that now his whole torso was between Bonnie's legs and he began to softly kiss Bonnie's dripping wet pussy.

  "I would have it no other way," Jenna said with a naughty grin. "Of course you would have to be in on it too. Besides I need a good pussy licking."

  Reggie had now gone from simply kissing Jenna's pussy to using his tongue as a little cock and was eating her out. Bonnie had grabbing Reggie's hair and was holding his head to her pussy.

  "Oh God yes," Bonnie moaned instinctively.

  "Did you say something," Jenna replied guessing that Bonnie was in the middle of sex.

  "Mmmmm," Bonnie moaned again not being able to control herself. "Oh God Reggie make me cum baby," Bonnie added and dropped the phone leaving it open as Jenna listened to what was going on.

  Bonnie gasped for breath as the next orgasm hit her. She bucked her hips up and began fucking Reggie' face and pulled his head down so that it was right against her snatch.

  Bonnie let out several guttural moans and within a minute she let loose the building torrent inside of her and came flooding Reggie's mouth with her sweet sticky cream. 

  Bonnie then came to herself and realized what was happening and picked up the phone.

  "You still there Jenna," Bonnie said as Reggie continued to eat her out.

  "Yeah baby and I heard every word," Jenna replied with a grin." You two go on and have your fun and I will cover your classes. We will talk later."

  "Thanks hon," Bonnie replied. "Luv ya bunches."

  "Luv you to doll, Jenna replied, "but save some for me later."

  "Don't worry hon there will be more than enough," Bonnie and with that she hung up the phone and pulled Reggie to her.

  Reggie and Bonnie ended up making hot sweet passionate money love all day as well as the whole weekend. They hardly left the bed taking breaks for only the necessities such as bathroom breaks, eating (most of which was order in) and an occasional naps between sex sessions as well as sleep at night

  Come Monday Bonnie was back at work and she phoned Jenna to see how things went and to give some details about her weekend. Bonnie would eventually end up repaying Jenna but that is another story for another time. 

  So how did Bonnie and Reggie end up becoming lovers in the first place? To find out let us turn back the clock and see. It all started the previous April when Reggie moved into town to take a job offer.

  The company he was working for put him up in a temporary apartment for three months until he could find a suitable place to live. The apartment complex was in a nice quiet neighborhood and about 10 minutes from his job and walking distance to the shopping plaza that contained and Grocery store drug store as well as other businesses.

  Reggie was living in a nice one bedroom corner apartment on the second floor and it even had a balcony that he could get to from his bedroom and the balcony was shared with his neighbor who just happened to be Bonnie.

   Reggie's neighbor Bonnie James was a rare succulent exquisite beauty, a very sexy and vivacious woman in her late 30's (38 to be exact). She stood about 5'8" tall weighed about 120 pounds, with long full and naturally curly honey golden hair that came down to between her shoulder blades.

  Her other features included a killer body with very little if any body fat on her. Bonnie also had pouty ruby red lips, piercing crystal ice blue eyes that could captivate a man's soul and hold it hostage and finally long slender well-toned dancer's legs.

  Bonnie had the looks, stamina and energy of a woman in her early to middle 20's. She also had very little body fat which came from her dancing as well as jogging. 

  To get a good idea of what Bonnie looked like, just imagine the well know porn star Adele Stevens and you would have Bonnie. She could have had any man she wanted but fate would ordain that he and Reggie would become lifelong lovers and eternal soulmates.

  Bonnie was a drama/theater and dance teacher at one of the local high schools. She taught four classes of theater and drama and was the dance instructor for the school's elite dance troop known as "Images." Bonnie also taught on Monday and Wednesday nights at a nearby Junior college. The class she taught was The History of Erotic Literature.

  Reggie saw some mornings when he was coming back from his morning run. She would be on her way out They would say hello to each other on occasion and would check each other out. 

  Two to three weeks later they began to talk more but it wasn't until Reggie had been there for six weeks that they would actually introduce themselves to each other and within a span of less than an hour would become lovers.

  It was a normal spring day in late May during the last week of school which in the high school was exam week. Reggie had just come home from work around 5:30 in the evening and did what he did on any other beautiful and warm spring day. He sat out on the balcony and drank a beer while reading the news as well as a novel on his tablet.

  The balcony he had was shared by Bonnie as well and since Bonnie had a two bedroom apartment, the balcony was accessed by the kitchen. It was here when Reggie and Bonnie finally started to get to know each on a more intimate basis.

  Reggie was so engrossed in the Fantasy Novel he was reading that he didn't hear the balcony door from Bonnie's apartment open.

  "Well hey there handsome," a sweet sexy female voice said from behind him and it caused Reggie to come back to reality with a start.

  Reggie turned around and looked in the direction that the voice came from and was not prepared for what he was going to see. Bonnie was standing in the doorway leaning up against the door frame and was wearing nothing more than a long sleeve light blue Oxford men's dress shirt and a pair of white cotton panties.

  The shirt was unbuttoned and open in the front and anyone with a set of working eyes could not help but see her sumptuous breasts as they hung free. Bonnie also had a cigarette in one hand and a mixed drink in the other.

  "So how's it going" Bonnie said with a sultry voice. "It's about time you and I finally got to know each other better. I would come out there where you are but some of the neighbors frown on people who don't have much clothes on so why don't you come in and join me."

  Reggie was beside himself and couldn't believe Bonnie was asking him into her apartment and dressed the way she was. Part of him wanted to resist and go back into his own apartment but Reggie managed to push that part aside with no trouble at all.

  Reggie got up from the table he had been sitting in and walked over to where Bonnie was. Bonnie flipped the cigarette off the balcony onto the sidewalk and took Reggie by the hand and led him inside the apartment. Once inside, Bonnie closed and locked the kitchen door then led Reggie into the living room where she sat him down on the couch.

  "You want something to drink hon," Bonnie said as she went into the kitchen. "I've got ice tea, lemonade or soda or if you want something with a little more action to it I can make you a 7 and 7 or rum and coke."

  "That last one sounds like a winner," Reggie replied. 

  "One rum and coke coming right up," Bonnie said with a smile.

  When Bonnie had finished making the drinks she came over to where Reggie was and sat down right beside. She handed him his glass and then put her arm around him on the back of the couch.

  "Mind if I smoke hon," Bonnie said with a smile.

  "Nah, go ahead" Reggie replied like it was no big deal.

  Bonnie then reached into her panties and pulled out her pack of cigarettes from the front part by her pussy. She reached in the pack and pulled out a cigarette and the lighter. She then lit it took a long puff and then exhaled as she blew the smoke out."

  "Wanna drag hon," Bonnie said smiling offering Reggie the cigarette.

  "Sure why not," Reggie replied and took it and took a puff.   

   "Hope they are okay. They are Virginia Slims Menthols 120s the only brand I smoke. You don't mind smoking a woman's cigarette do ya?"

  Nah I think I am man enough to hand it," Reggie said with a grin.

  "Oh that you are baby, that you are," Bonnie said in a lustful moan as she began rubbing Reggie's shoulders and caressing his arms.

  Bonnie told Reggie all about herself. She told him she had a grown daughter who had just turned 19 and was out on her own. She was attending college to become a nurse and was engaged to be married.

  Bonnie also told Reggie how she moved there two years ago after her divorce. She told him that she taught theater and dance at the high school as well as a lit course in Junior College.

  Lastly Bonnie told Reggie she was very free spirited and fun loving. She was very proud of her body and loved showing it off any chance she could get. And if that was not enough, she proudly told Reggie her favorite activity was good hot passionate sex.

  "So hon tell me a little about yourself, Bonnie asked inquisitively. " I wanna know all about you. Where are you from? What do you do? What hobbies do you have and what do you like to do for fun."

  Bonnie then would add something that took Reggie by surprise. "Oh yeah I forgot, what is your favorite sex position and what is your wildest sexual fantasy."

  Reggie didn't know what to think about that. He opened his mouth to try to respond but closed it again. He was at a loss for words.

  Bonnie noticed Reggie's bewilderment and Decided she needed to explain why she said what she did.

  "I hope I didn't upset you but there is something I need to tell you to know about me a little something about me," Bonnie said lovingly but without shame. "I am a very candid person who is not afraid to say what is on my mind no matter what it is." 

  "Also when I see something I like, I go for it and I don't stop until I have it," Bonnie added. And right now I see something I want very much, you, and I intend to be making hot sweet monkey love with you before the sun goes down."

  Reggie didn't know what to say. He thought he was dreaming but Bonnie assured him that she was for real.

  I tell you what hon, why don't you just stick with the general stuff about yourself and you can forget about the intimate details if you want," Bonnie said with a sweet smile. 

  "Nah that's okay, Reggie replied. I will tell you the juicy stuff. Well, let's see now: My favorite sex position would be the woman sitting in my lap facing me as we embrace and kiss deeply and passionately with our hot naked bodies pressed together as we fuck."

  As far as my favorite sexual fantasy goes, I would have to say I would like to have a woman do a strip tease for me dressed like a naughty little school girl. The dance of course would have to be a very up close and personal one and very interactive."

  "Mmmmmm that sounds deliciously and delightfully naughty "Bonnie said with a seductive purr and lustful moan. Now that is a sexual fantasy I would love to make cum true. I think that can be arranged.

  "Sounds good to me, Reggie replied. Now let me tell you the boring things about me," Reggie added with a laugh to which Bonnie chuckled at as well.

  Reggie told Bonnie that had been in the Navy for the last 12 years. He joined right after college as an officer because he had studied Nuclear Engineering and was in the ROTC program in college.

  When Reggie went into the Navy he went in as an officer and worked as a Nuclear Reactor Officer on a sub marine and rose to the rank of Lt Commander.

  "Mmmmmm I just love sub marines," Bonnie said with a lustful seductive moan. "They are so long, hard and full of seamen," Bonnie added as she lustfully licked her lips. 

  "I am also definitely a sucker for a man in uniform," Jenna added with the sexy purr. "I bet you looked stunning in it."

  "Yeah I would have to say I did," Reggie replied playfully.

  Bonnie's next response caught Reggie off guard but he figured he should have expected that seeing how Bonnie had told him how open and honest she was and that she spoke her mind without worrying about what others thought.

  "I bet you are even sexier out of uniform if ya know what I mean," Bonnie said in a seductive purr as she looked Reggie up and down and licked her lips.

  Even though the comment was surprising to Reggie it was flattering as well. It made him feel good. Hell what guy wouldn't be flattered by a sexy woman wanting to see them naked. 

  "So Reggie what's a girl gotta do to find out," Bonnie asked in a sexy tone. "Show me yours and I show you mine," Bonnie added as she stood up. Bonnie then let the shirt fall from her body and then removed her panties so that she was now totally naked in front of Reggie.

  "You like what you see hon," Bonnie said proudly as she cupped her breasts and ran her hand over her body. Bonnie's sweet and of so perfectly pink pussy was glistening and Reggie could see juices trickle out from it.

  Reggie was planning to say that Bonnie looked great but instead before he could stop himself Reggie blurted out "Oh God baby you look so fucking hot!!!!"




Good Neighbor Policy



Mmmmmm I am glad your approve hon," Bonnie said with a seductive purr 

"Now it's your turn, to strip down and reveal yourself" Bonnie said with a mischievous grin.

  "You're on," Reggie replied surprising even himself and with that, Reggie stripped out of his gym trunks white t-shirt briefs and socks then sat back down on the sofa.

  Bonnie's eyes lit up when she saw Reggie's hard, fully erect, throbbing 8 inch cock "Oh my we are a big boy aren't we," Bonnie said trying to keep her composure. She wanted so bad to jump Reggie's bones right then and there but then an idea hit her as a way she could work up to it.

  "So Reggie did I ever tell you that I was stripper in college?" I loved it and it was great money. When I became a teacher I had to give it up because school boards tend to from on things like that. However I can still do it. Would you like me to show you?"

  "Yeah sure," Reggie replied. 

  "Okay let me go get ready," Bonnie replied "and then I will give you a striptease show you won't soon forget. However unlike most strip clubs, this performance is free and very hands on if you know what I mean."

  Bonnie went into the other room and came out dressed like a naughty school girl. She had on a white shirt tied in knot at the midriff and a red and black checked plaid skirt. She also had on some white lace panties, white thigh high stockings with matching garters and black saddle shoes. Lastly her hair was done up in pigtails giving it that "Cindy Brady look" from the 1970's televisions show the Brady bunch.

  Bonnie came back in and turned on the stereo and put in some sexy erotic dance music that was very hypnotic and began her performance. Reggie sat watching transfixed as the hypnotic music worked its spell on him.

  Bonnie was entranced by the music as well. She removed her top and knelt in front of Reggie. She then took her boobs and rubbed them in Reggie's face and pulled his head towards her so that his face was buried between her tits.

  Reggie kissed her in the center of the chest then Bonnie positioned her tits so that her nipples were touching Reggie's mouth. 

  "Wanna suck me baby," Bonnie mouthed without saying a word and Reggie took her up on her offer. After spending about five minutes of letting Reggie suck on her breasts, Bonnie stood back up and continued with her dance routine.

  Bonnie then turned around so that she was facing away from Reggie. She leaned over and as she did, she took her finger and scooted her panties to the side and exposed her sweet pussy. She then backed up and wriggled her ass in Reggie's face and Reggie took the cue that she was letting him have a taste.

  Reggie put his tongue to the back side of Bonnie's pussy and ran it up and down the slit. Bonnie's juices were sweet and intoxicating and Bonnie bumped her ass up against Reggie's face. Reggie in turn grabbed Bonnie's hips and plunged his face into the back side of her pussy and ate her out.

  After minute or two of doing that Bonnie stepped forward then sat in Reggie's lap facing away from him. She wriggled her butt on top of Reggie's already pulsating cock and rocked herself back and forth. She then leaned back in Reggie's arms and Reggie took his hands and cupped Bonnies' breasts.

  Bonnie next turned her head back and her and Reggie's lips met. They kissed a deep passionate kiss and then Bonnie stood back up.

  Bonnie then removed her plaid skirt and panties as well as her shoes so all she had on were her stockings and matching garter. Reggie gazed in awe of Bonnie's sweet succulent and flawless naked form as Bonnie moved with the rhythm of the music.

  After a minute or so of letting Reggie watch her Bonnie moved on to the next part of her routine. She knelt in front of Reggie and placed her lips on Reggie's cock and began licking around the edges of Reggie's helmet. Bonnie then took Reggie's cock in her mouth and began sucking on Reggie's cock.

  Bonnie made loud and exaggerated slurping noises as she sucked on Reggie's cock allowing her head to bob up and down. Reggie laid his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes as wave after wave of carnal pleasure washed over him.

  Reggie let off low moans as the feeling of ecstasy built up in him. He felt his cock growing harder and it began to tingle and it wasn't long until he felt fill with cum. Reggie knew he was on the verge of popping his top and he didn't know how much longer he could hold back.

  "Oh God yes," Reggie moaned softly. "I think I'm gonna cum."

  "Mmmmm yes baby gimme all of you," Bonnie purred. I wanna drink down all of your man juice."

  Within a matter of seconds Reggie popped his top and his hot jism spewed forth like lava from a long dormant volcano. Bonnie drank it all in not missing a drop. 

  Bonnie continued to suck on Reggie to get him hard again and Reggie was so horny that it didn't long to accomplish that. Once Reggie was good and rigid again it was time for Bonnie to "seal the deal" as they would say.

  Bonnie positioned herself so that she was sitting in Reggie's lap facing him and that her body was pressed up against his. Bonnie then raised her hips and with Reggie's help she guided his cock into her pussy.

  Bonnie gasped for breath as Reggie's rock hard cock sank into her tight and dripping wet waiting pussy. The folds of Bonnie's pussy lips enveloped Reggie's cock and gripped it like 1000's ov=f tiny fingers made from the finest silk money could buy and began stroking it ever so softly.

  Bonnie and Reggie embraced and passionately kissed as their warm naked bodies pressed in against each other's and melted together like the finest butter on warm fresh pastry.

  Oh God yes, Bonnie lustfully moaned in a husky panting voice as Reggie's rock hard cock slid in and out of her. Reggie grabbed Bonnie's butt and hips and led her close to him as he and Bonnie continued to fuck and passionately kiss.

  Reggie could feel Bonnie's soft supple breasts press in against his chest and Bonnie's sweet pussy gripping the sides of his cock and milking it dry. 

  Deep inside Bonnie felt her orgasm building ever so slowly and reaching its zenith. Bonnie knew it wasn't going to be long until she came. At the same time Reggie was feeling his cock swell with cum and he knew he was on the verge of cumming.

  Suddenly, Bonnie's pussy twitched and she felt her juices trickle. They dribbled over Reggie's cock and were acting like a lubricant for a well-oiled machine. Bonnie and Reggie were now feverishly fucking and holding each other closely as they reveled in the feelings of decadent carnal lust and wonton lascivious pleasures and delight.

  It wasn't even fifteen seconds later when Bonnie's pussy quivered and her orgasm hit her. Her juices began flowing free from her pussy like a raging river which had been pent up for countless generations and was now allowed to flow free.

  Bonnie gasped as she came flooding Reggie's cock with her sweet honey dew nectar. "Oh God yes baby," She moaned. Bonnie's sweet juices covered Reggie's cock and as they did it triggered a part of his brain. That trigger signaled his cock to swell with cum and release it into Bonnie's waiting pussy.

  "Oh God I'm gonna cum," Reggie grunted in a low guttural moan.

  "Gimme all of you baby," Bonnie replied. I wanna feel your hot manhood deep inside my hungry pussy. I want our juices to mingle and become one."

  Reggie couldn't hold it back any more and spunked his load sending his hot jism as it spewed forth into Bonnie's waiting pussy. 

  "Oh God yes baby," moaned lustfully. That felt so un-fucking-believably wonderful."

  Bonnie and Reggie held each other tight and passionately kissed as they basked in the feeling of their orgasm. Bonnie then smiled and whispered in Reggie's ear

  "Hey hon, I got an idea. Have you ever had sex while the woman was pinned up against the wall with her legs wrapped around your body while you hld her up with your hands under her butt?"

  Sounds pretty hot," Reggie replied. Have you ever done it?"

  No but I have always wanted to try it," Bonnie said with a wicked grin. Also I have always wanted to do it on the kitchen table as well but my ex was always an old fuddy duddy and had no sense of adventure."

  "I'm game if you are," Reggie said with a smile. I say let's do it I like wild sex sometimes. Besides, who knows it might be fun!!" 

  "Mmmmmm, sounds wonderful," Bonnie purred and with that Reggie picked her up and carried her into the kitchen with her legs wrapped around her body.

  "So do you want it easy or do you want it rough," Reggie said with a playful tone.

  "Oh God baby I want you to take me and ravish me like the nasty little who I am," Bonnie said in a lustful moan. "I want hot and nasty unbridled sex. Hold nothing back."

  Reggie took Bonnie into the kitchen and forcefully pinned her up against the wall as he slammed her body against it. It wasn't extremely hard but hard enough to make a sound as she hit the wall.

  "Oh God yes take me baby," Bonnie moaned. Bonnie's body was pushed up against Reggie's and her legs were wrapped around him. Reggie then began pumping Bonnie hard as he drove his rock hard cock in and out of her tight pussy.

  Mmmmmm yes baby," Bonnie moaned with delight. She loved being taken like a nasty little cheap whore.

  Reggie had has hands underneath Bonnie's thighs as he hammered her hard. He drove her like a piston in a rod.

  Bonnie gasped for breath as wave after wave of orgasms rushed through her body. This rough animalist sex was getting her hot and horny. It was all she could do to contain herself and within a couple of minutes she came flooding Reggie's hard cock.

  "Take me on the table Bonnie lustfully." moaned in a breathy voice. 

  Reggie carried Bonnie over to where the table was. There were some glasses and other objects on the table When Reggie asked Bonnie what to do about them Bonnie replied "Ah fuck it clear'em all off!!! If they break then I'll just get new ones."

  Reggie took Bonnie and forcefully laid her out on the table. As he did, he knocked off several glasses and plates sending them crashing to the floor where they shattered.

  Oh well what the hell," Bonnie said in a flippant tone. I never liked them anyway. They were a gift from my ex mother." 

  Bonnie was on her back spread eagle on the table and Reggie was on top of her. Their bodies were now dripping wet with sweat and were slippery but they didn't care. It was hot wild and untamed animalistic sex in its purest form and that is what made it that much more exciting.

  Reggie pounded Bonnie hard and fast as Bonnie wrapped her long succulent well-toned dancer's legs around Reggie and locked her ankles at the small of his back and pulled him in so that he was pinned to her.

  Reggie felt Bonnie's cock milking his cock dry. It was all he could do to keep from cumming. Reggie felt his cock swell with cum and he knew it wasn't going to be long until he popped his top.

  Deep inside Bonnie felt her pussy quiver and her cum juices began to flow. It wasn't a complete orgasm but it was enough for her sweet honey dew nectar to cover his cock and act as a lubricating agent. 

  Within a minute Bonnie gasped for breath as her orgasm slammed her like a she was forcefully thrown against a brick wall with all the force of a hurricane. She tried to cry out but no sound came. All she managed to get out was a faint squeak.

  Within a few seconds Bonnie was able to regain her voice and cried out at the top of her lungs "OH GOD YES-S-S-S-S-S-S!!!!!"

  It would have been enough to wake the dead but Bonnie didn't care who heard her. She was enjoying to pleasure too much to care about her neighbors, besides they may learn something.

  "Do me from behind baby," Bonnie managed to say as she panted every syllable struggling to find the strength to utter the words. Reggie dismounted Bonnie and they traded places so that now Bonnie was on top of the table on her hands and knees.

  It was a weird as well as somewhat cramped position to be in and a strange fit with barely enough room for the both of them on the table. Reggie was practically on top of Bonnie. Even as awkward as a position they were in they both made it work and Reggie would drive Bonnie hard and fast until they both came again.

  It wasn't long until both of our lovers came again. This time, instead of Reggie cumming inside of Bonnie's pussy, Bonnie wanted him to cum on her ass near the small of her back.

  Reggie was more than happy to comply and as soon as he was ready to cum he withdrew his cock and placed it on Bonnie's ass just above the crack. He had to stroke his cock some and soon it was spewing forth its jism on to Bonnie's flesh.

  "Mmmmmm baby that feels so deliciously naughty and delightfully wicked," Bonnie purred with a lustful moan. Bonnie and Reggie would go at it one more. This time Bonnie was riding Reggie cowgirl style as Reggie was on his back.

  Our lovers came one more time and then Bonnie laid on top of Reggie as Reggie embraced her and they held each other tight and close. It took about ten or fifteen minutes but our lovers finally came down from their orgasmic high.

  "I don't know about you hon, but I am famished," Bonnie said with a grin.

  "Me too, Reggie replied. I guess they are right when they sex is the best exercise you can get. I never sweated so much in all my life."

  "Me either hon," Bonnie purred, "but it sure fun as Hell and worth every minute of it. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."

  Reggie and Bonnie showered and as they did, they began soaping each other up and lathering each other's bodies. After they rinsed each other off they began kissing and caressing in the shower, making out as the hot water trickled over their bodies.

  It wasn't long until Reggie had Bonnie pinned to the shower wall. He first ate her out until she came in his mouth. Reggie then pinned Bonnie to the shower wall and fucked her hard like he did in the kitchen. Reggie had hands under Bonnie's thighs and Bonnie had her legs wrapped around Reggie's body.

  They fucked until they both came in unison. Bonnie flooded Reggie's cock with her sweet cream and Reggie spunked his jism deep inside of Bonnie.

  After the shower they went out to dinner and dancing. Seeing that it was Memorial Day weekend and school was out of session for the summer Bonnie didn't have to wake up early. Reggie's boss had given his office that Friday as an added vacation day for the office so Reggie didn't have to go to work either.

  Reggie and Bonnie partied all night long. Went to a popular dance club that was located in a local big name chain hotel. Since they were going to party late and probably get plastered, they got a room for the night.

  After a night of drinking partying and dancing they went to the room where they made love all night Come sunrise they left the hotel and went for breakfast.

  Bonnie had a cabin that her and her friend Jenna rented a lot of times so they packed up some clothes, food booze and headed for the lake. From Saturday mid-morning to Monday evening they made love and never left the cabin or the bed room except for food and the occasional bathroom breaks.

  Reggie ended up moving in with Bonnie and after the three month lease was up he continued to stay with her. Come August, Bonnie and he moved into a lake house Bonnie was having built on some land her parents had left her. They moved in and set up shop.

  Over the following nine months they fucked like rabbits day and night and grew closer together and more intimate not only sexually but mentally and spiritually as well. It was as if fate had ordained them to be together and eventually they would have the sex session that picks up where our story begins.

  As you know form the opening, Bonnie eventually introduces Reggie to her girlfriend Jenna and they would have a hot torrid threesome that was hot as well. That will be the next installment of this epic adventure.  



Good Neighbor Sam



It was one of those gorgeous summer nights that you dream about all winter long, nary a cloud in the sky, warm and dry. The sun hadn't set until after 10 o'clock and a twinkling array of stars was blanketing the sky. It was still early enough in the year so that the mosquitoes aren't out. As I reclined in the Jacuzzi, I took a sip of my Ol' Grandad on the rocks. The strong amber liquid burned straight down to my pleasure zone, spreading a warmth from within as the hot bubbling water spread its warmth from without. This is the life, I thought to myself. All I need now is the girl. I began to hum the tune, remembering the old Frank Sinatra version from the album he did with Ellington. "I got the time, and the place and the rhythm, all I need's the girl to go with 'em!" I sang aloud to myself. Good thing the neighbors were gone for the weekend. 

Of course, I probably wouldn't be sitting here in their hot tub if they were home. Sure, they were always inviting me over to use it whenever I wanted, but I always felt strange about using it since they hardly ever did. I couldn't remember the last time they had. If fact, the last time I had seen someone jump in was when their daughter was home from college for the weekend and that was late last summer. Oh well, I was here and enjoying the warmth, the strong liquor and the beautiful evening. I let my head fall back onto the plush rest and my eyes closed.

Somewhere, far away, someone was playing some smooth jazz on a stereo. A car or two passed by occasionally, but otherwise it was quiet and peaceful, one of the reasons I had moved into this neighborhood. Without opening my eyes, I reached blindly over to pick up my bourbon and take a sip. Another few minutes and I'll be in heaven, I thought dreamily to myself. I could hear the sound of a neighbor's car pulling into their driveway and then the car door slam a bit afterwards. No mind of that, I thought. Let's just relax and continue to unwind. I shifted to get a stronger push from the jets on my lower back. That's better! This is the life!

Suddenly the scraping sound of the patio door screeched in my ear, waking me from my reverie. Startled, I sat up abruptly and turned to see a figure moving out from the house onto the deck.

"Hello?" I called out in the darkness.

"Who's there?" replied a scared female voice.

"It's me, Sam," I replied. "From next door."

"Oh, Sam!" answered Tracey, the neighbor's daughter, whom I could barely see in the starlight. "You scared the Bejeesus out of me!" she exclaimed moving closer to the hot tub, yet remaining a shadow in the darkness.

"Here, let me put the lights on so you don't trip," I remarked, reaching over to the control panel. The underwater lights flickered on at my touch and Tracey became more than a shadowy form in the darkness, clutching her towel to her breast, a little robe pulled about her tall, slender frame. Her long brunette hair was pulled back from her face and pinned up on her head. Her large dark brown eyes twinkled in the flickering light. "I hope you don't mind. Your folks are always after me to use this thing and I thought I'd take advantage while they're out of town."

"I had the same thought myself," she said with a nervous little laugh. "I sure didn't expect to find anybody out here, especially with the lights off."

Although I could barely make out her features in the dim light, I remembered her well from the parties her parents had thrown over the last few years. She was tall and slim like her mother in an all-American way, sort of a log-stemmed American Beauty rose. I remembered last Labor Day when her family had thrown a great holiday picnic. I had been seated on one of the deck benches when Tracey had stepped up to serve herself from the table. As she bent over to reach one of the dishes, the hem of her snug little khaki shorts rode up the cheeks of her ass revealing the most perfect mounds I had ever seen. I remembered looking around to see if anyone else had caught a glimpse of her or of me checking her out. It's funny how you remember certain things about people, often out of context. Well, I pleasantly remembered the vision of that beautiful young ass.

"Well come on in," I said, sitting over on the far side so that she could climb in. "The water's fine!"

"Well, yeah. Maybe in a minute," she said with a cute little laugh. "I think I need to change though."

"This isn't a formal party, Kiddo. I hear the dress code is casual."

"Well, I'm a little too casual," she laughed nervously, keeping her distance. "I'm not wearing a suit."

"Is that so?" I remarked, trying not to leer in the flickering shadows of the deck. "Go ahead if you want, but I promise that I'll behave myself. You know, Good Neighbor Sam and all that."

"It's not that. It's just that, well, you know ... " she smiled, the whites of her eyes and teeth twinkling like the stars.

"Oh, I think I get it," I said. "You're having somebody over. Well, hey. No problem," I said pushing myself up from the hot bubbles. "I'll clear out for you and your boyfriend, then."

It wasn't until I was standing and ready to climb out from the tub when I remembered that all I had on was an old pair of swimming shorts that didn't have anything underneath, and although they were a baggy pair, they clung to my body like a second skin. I could see her eyes grow large as she stared at my manly pride, perfectly outlined in the light flickering up from the tub. Perhaps the memory of her sweet little ass had had an affect on me after all.

"No, wait," she said fidgeting. "You can stay. It's not that at all. I mean, I'm not meeting anybody or anything," she proclaimed. "It's just that I would feel kind of funny being naked in the tub with someone I don't know all that well."

"Okay, I'll tell you what," I said, slipping back down into the froth. "I'll take my suit off so we'll both be naked."

She giggled nervously and looked at me. For a moment the smile on her face disappeared and I thought she might tell me to get lost or turn away in disgust. Then the smile returned.

"Okay, Good Neighbor Sam," she said. "But I want to see your suit first. Off of you. And you have to turn the light off."

"Okay," I said, easing my shorts down and past my ankles. "How's this?" I asked, holding my dripping shorts up for viewing.

"All right. Now the lights!" she giggled.

I pressed the button on the control panel and the flicking light from below the bubbles was extinguished. In the dim starlight I could see her drape her towel on the rack beside the tub next to mine. With a slow deliberation, she pulled at the belt of her robe. As it opened up, she shrugged it off her shoulders and hung it on the rack. Although I could see her pale blue colored robe, the outline of her body was swallowed by the shadows. As she mounted the ladder and stepped into the tub, I could make out the shape of her trim backside as it disappeared into the bubbling frothy water. She was a trim girl, with beautiful breasts that wiggled nicely as she settled herself down into the tub. Mindful of our state of dress or lack thereof, we were polite and careful to sit at opposite corners of the tub. As our eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, I could begin to make out her pretty features in the dim light. It appeared as if she was rubbing her hands all over her body beneath the surface.

"This feels so good!" she remarked, bringing her arms up to rest them on the side of the tub.

I took another sip of my bourbon.

"What are you drinking?" she asked meekly.

"Bourbon on the rocks. Would you like a sip?"

"Sure," she answered, leaning toward me slightly.

I held out my glass so that she could take a sip.

"Whoa!" she said with a cough. "That stuff is strong!"

"It's an acquired taste, Kiddo."

"I'm not a kid," she protested strongly. "You can call me Tracey."

"All right. Tracey it is."

"Kiddo sounds like something you would call a child."

"Well, let's see. You are a kid to me. You've just finished your junior year, right?"

She nodded.

"So that makes you what 20 or 21?"

"Twenty-one next month," she said.

"So doing some quick math, let's see, that means that I graduated from high school the year you were born."

She laughed nervously at my hasty addition.

"You're not that old are you?" she said looking quite surprised. "You look lots younger."

"Thanks," I replied shyly. "Must be all the clean living in my past."

"Well, that isn't any fun," she replied with a laugh, before taking a close look at me in the moonlight.

"I can't believe you're that old. I mean, not that you're all that old."

"I am," I said frankly. "But should it make any difference?"

"Not to me," she said with a shake of her head, her eyes looking at me defiantly. "Besides I think there's something kind of sexy about older guys."

"Well, given our present circumstances, maybe we should let that topic lie there."

She laughed again, a more comfortable laugh. "Can I have another sip of your strong medicine?"

"Sure, why don't you take it all? I'll be the drunk and swill it from the bottle."

She laughed again as I handed her my glass. I pulled the cap from the Ol' Grandad and took a swig. As we sipped, we began to talk, small talk at first about her life at university and my life at work. She asked me about my divorce and ex-wife and I told her I had had to cut an alimony check this afternoon; I asked her about her boyfriend at school, and she told me that they were supposed to go out tonight but he called at the last minute to cancel. It seemed obvious that those were not topics that either of us wanted to discuss. So our conversation soon returned to the beautiful night, being neighbors, and sitting naked in a hot tub.

"I've never done this before," she said meekly.

"What, drink bourbon?"

"No, sit naked in the tub with a man," she remarked with a little girlish smile. "And drink bourbon. After my graduation party, my girlfriends and I got naked and jumped in, but just that once, and it's not the same."

"But you were going in by yourself."

"Yeah, cuz you weren't supposed to be here."

"Well, I am, and you were the answer to my prayer."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, before you popped up, I was thinking while sitting here, with a glass of strong drink and a sky full of stars, that all I needed was a girl."

"And here I am," she said, holding out her glass. "More, please?"

"Just a splash, young lady. You're not rightfully drinking age."

She laughed. Her smile sparkled in the dim light. She sat up and leaned forward to hold her glass toward me. I could see the roundness of the upper parts of her breasts as they bobbed near the surface, the pink nipples flirting with the night air and my eyesight. As I poured into her glass, she slipped over onto the seat beside me, and then settled back.

"I like this seat best," she remarked her eyes closing. "The jets do me just right."

"This one works for me," I remarked, settling back after taking a swig from the bottle.

"I think they design them differently for men and women," she said matter-of-factly.

"And I'll drink to the difference!" I said, hoisting the bottle up.

"Me too!" she said joining in my toast. "Man, I could get real used to this stuff. Except that it's going right to my head."

"Well, take it easy. It's really for sipping."

"Okay," she said, setting her glass on the ledge to her side. She leaned back slipping her body down. As she did so her hand brushed my hip. "Oh, sorry."

"That's okay," I replied.

Her arm remained next to me, barely brushing my side as she reclined. I set the bottle down and slipped down further, thinking that in just a few more minutes I'd be well done. As I slipped down, my hand brushed the soft silky skin of her thigh. I moved away but found the current of bubbles were pushing me toward her. So I let the force of fluid mechanics take its course.

"This is nice, Sam," she cooed. "It's such a beautiful night!"

"You couldn't paint a prettier picture," I remarked, looking down at her. Our bodies were inching closer together. Every part of my arm and side that touched her began to tingle. Did it feel like an electric shock or a lap of flame? I couldn't tell. "Are you comfortable?"

"Mmm, yes," she responded. Her head was back fully on the rest, her eyes closed, a broad smile on her full lips. "Very. You're a very good neighbor."

"I'm all in favor of good neighborly relations," I said.

She turned her head from side to side a few times, as if her neck were stiff. She slipped her hand up from the swirling water to rub it lightly.

"S'a matter?" I asked.

"Just a little stiff," she replied.

"Well here," I said shifting around to reach up to touch her neck and shoulders. "Mr. Goodhands to the rescue."

"Hmm, Mr. Good Neighbor. Mr. Goodhands," she said, glancing at me for a moment. She smiled and then leaned back into my touch and my fingers began to work at the tightness at the base of her neck. Her soft, smooth, and supple flesh began to melt as I worked my magic.

"There is something very sensual and intimate about this," I said, feeling the tenseness slowly work its way out of her. "You have lovely skin tone, Tracey. I could get used to this very easily." I worked my hands up her neck and out along her shoulders and heard her begin to purr.

"Mmm, that feels wonderful," she sighed. "I'm the one who could get used to this."

"How's this?" I asked as I worked my hands further down the stiff muscles of her spine. "Such a tense little thing. I hope it's not because we're sitting here together."

"Mmm, ooooh, Sam," she sighed in relief. "No, this tub is one of the reasons I wanted to come over. I don't have anything like this at my apartment. And your hands are working wonders."

"Well, I did learn from an expert," I added, working down from her shoulders.

"Your ex-wife?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and sneaking a look back at me.

"Hardly," I laughed. "Someone long before she came along. An old girlfriend who had traveled a lot in Asia."

The muscles of her back were relaxing, and I moved my hands expertly down her back, loosening along her spine and out to the side. The feel of her smooth supple skin was nearly as intoxicating as the scent of her damp brunette hair twisted up and pinned right in front of me.

"I love the scent of your hair," I remarked casually. "It's so sweet."

For a moment she didn't respond, but then leaned forward away from my touch.

"That feels really good," she said, giving me a look I couldn't quite figure out. "Maybe we should stop right there."

The night air and the bourbon and the hot water were beginning to work their magic on me, as I leaned back into my own spot. We sat apart for a several minutes, listening to the music playing off in the distance and the sound of the burbling water. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I could smell the young summer flowers her mother had planted near the deck, mingling with her own scent that was equal in all measure to that of the flowers. Then it felt as if she was moving closer to me, as the light brushing of her fingertips fell on my thigh. It was a light touch at first, but then her hand settled, her palm and fingers coming to rest. I reached down as if to brush her hand away, but my hand came to a rest on top of hers.

"Can I ask you something, Good Neighbor Sam?" she asked, her eyes remaining closed. "Do you like me?"

Somewhat surprised by her question, I looked over at her, reclining in the bubbling water, her face composed with a slight womanly smile. "Well, of course. You're a lovely young woman."

"But Sam, I don't want to be lovely," she said, her eyes opening. She rose up slightly in the water, her hand slipping away from me. "Lovely is what you call someone who is plain when you don't want to insult them. You know like your boss's wife or one of your mother's bridge lady friends."

"Well, I meant that only in the best way, Tracey," I said trying vainly to clarify. "Look, you're a very attractive young woman."

"Well for one thing, I prefer being called a girl. Woman sounds too old for me," she said, her eyes, so dark and luminous, looking up at me. "But even then, I want to be more than an attractive young girl. I want to be beautiful and sexy and desirable."

"But you are," I began. "You are all of those things. You have a terrific smile and a beautiful body and a good sense of humor. But I'm sure that your boyfriend has told you all of that."

She looked away from me. "Nah, he doesn't say much about that. Sometimes I think he dates me just for the sex."

"And I'm sure it's some great sex," I said without thinking.

"Maybe for him," she said settling back again. "He doesn't seem too interested in what it does for me."

"That's a shame," I said. "But sometimes you have to teach young men how to make love to you. I know I wasn't born a good lover. It took a good teacher and a lot of practice."

"Maybe that's what I need," she remarked, her eyes opening and looking up at me. "A good teacher."

Her hand found mine beneath the surface and grasped it.

"Are you sure? I mean you're a sweet young girl and less than half my age."

She guided my hand beneath the water to her body, letting my fingers drift over her soft breasts and then plunged it down toward her pussy. As my fingers slipped down to cup her sex, she reached her hands up to my face.

"Can't you see? Don't you feel it? It's a beautiful night out and no one was there for me tonight until we met up. I'm so hot, Sam. I am so turned on. I need a man, a good man." She brought her lips toward mine and kissed me fully on the lips. "Would you make love to me, Sam?" she asked in a soft whisper.

Her body began to press closer to me, our hot wet flesh melding together. She felt so light I picked her up and set her on my lap, the cheeks of her tight little ass nestling down on my growing cock. As she rubbed her twat on me I kissed her harder and with a growing passion. This beautiful girl, fully grown yet almost half my age, was pulling me closer to her, pressing her slender wet hot body against me. Out tongues met and our passion exploded. She rubbed her pussy back and forth on my now hard cock, rocking her hips wildly. My hands reached up and touched her soft round breasts, making her gasp. They were perfect handfuls as I toyed with her nipples, tweaking them between thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, god, Sam! I am so turned on!" she cried out. "Make love to me, Sam!"

She rose up from the swirling water onto her knees bringing her breasts up to my mouth. I kissed each one with delight, teasing the nipples to stiff erection with my tongue. In the dim light could make out the tiny triangular shape of her tan line on each breast.

"I'd like to see the swim suit you wore to get these tan lines," I remarked cupping each breast in a hand and stroking them softly. "You have such beautiful breasts, Tracey," I said, as she gasped again as I ran my thumbs over her nipples. "And so sensitive."

"Do you really like them?" she asked humming with pleasure.

"They are perfect!" I said, gazing at them with a tender hungry feeling growing inside me. I looked up to see her smiling at me. I kissed each one tenderly at first, then with more force, sucking the nipples inside my mouth and tickling the firm tips with the end of my tongue. I squeezed her tender flesh together and drew a series of figure eights with my tongue. The skin of her breasts was so smooth and tasted so sweet, I couldn't take my mouth away. As I continued to kiss and lick and suck on them, she began to buck and moan, her hips rocking back and forth on my cock that was now stretching out long and firm along my belly. I couldn't resist nibbling on her stiff little nipples, my teeth at first grazing her sweet flesh then gripping them and pulling on them.




Good Neighbor Sam



Housewife Turns Hot Wife in Tightknit Community 

Bill Johnson, 25, opened the front door of his townhouse, pausing long enough to wave to his attractive next-door neighbor, Heather, before entering his home. As he climbed the stairs he could hear his 24-year-old blonde wife, Kelly, in their master bedroom. The noises were all-too familiar to him by now. 

"Oh yes!" Kelly moaned. "Fuck me with your big black cock! I'm your pregnant black cock slut! Oh god, Sam, darling, I love it when you fuck me!" 

Stepping into the bedroom, Bill saw that Kelly was on top, straddling her black lover, with her big baby belly resting just below his chiseled abs. Her smooth white skin was adorned with lots of tattoos, none more prominent than the Queen of Spades on her bloated left breast, bouncing up and down as she motioned rhythmically on the huge cock that impaled her vagina. 

"Hi Bill, honey, you're home early," Kelly panted, politely acknowledging her husband's arrival in their bedroom. 

"Not really," Bill said nonchalantly. "I'm going to take a shower. Are you fixing dinner tonight?" 

"Oh yeah, Sweetie," Kelly managed to mutter. "Ooohh, yes! That's it, Sam! Fuck me harder! We've got leftover chicken. Oh fuck! In an hour." 

Bill turned on the water in the shower as he finished undressing, then took a few moments to watch his over-sexed wife toss her flowing hair back and scream as an orgasm overtook her. When the water reached a soothing warm temperature, Bill stepped into the shower stall, leaving his expectant wife and her dark skinned mate to bounce on their king-size mattress. 

As the water poured down on his scalp, Bill thought about how absurd his life had become. Once again, he'd come home to find the black man who lived a few doors down the block in bed with his wife, and it was sort of normal. 

Per the calendar, the current month was August. To understand how this unconventional state of affairs came to exist, it's necessary to revisit January, just eight months prior to the present day. 

It was just a few days into the new year when Bill and Kelly moved into the townhouse that was to be their first marital home. They had been married nearly two years and had been living rent-free at Bill's mother's home, allowing them to save enough money to make a down payment on their own place. Bill was new to the corporate world, barely three years out of college, but he had a promising future as a human resources executive. Kelly had attended another college and worked part time as a substitute teacher, hoping to land a full time teaching job when the opportunity presented itself. 

Living under Bill's mother's roof had been stressful, and buying a home and moving was stressful too, but Bill and Kelly were both optimistic that the tidy townhouse community that they were moving into would bring them the happiness they craved for themselves, and each other. 

As the young couple shuttled boxes between their garage and their living room an attractive brunette, about their age, approached from next door, carrying a plate of homemade cookies. Two toddlers trailed behind her. One was a little girl, maybe five years old, and the other was a boy who looked to be about two. The girl was obviously Caucasian while the boy was black, or possibly mixed-race. 

"Hello neighbors!" the woman said with a smile. "I'm Heather and these are my rug rats, Amanda and Brandon. I wish I could help you but I have my hands full chasing these two! My husband, Tom, should be home any minute now and I'm sure he'd be happy to help." 

Kelly smiled as she accepted the cookies and said, "That is so nice of you, Heather. I'm Kelly and this is my husband, Bill. We're just trying to get the boxes into the right rooms, but if your husband could help Bill shift some of the furniture around it would be a big help. I'm so glad to see that we have young people living right next door!" 

"It's no trouble at all," Heather said. "There's another really sweet girl named Monica right across the street and Claire lives on the other side of you two. I don't really know the other neighbors. Well, except for Sam. He's a super nice single guy and he lives three doors down." 

Just then a car pulled into Heather's driveway. 

"Oh, here's my hubby Tom now," Heather said as a man exited the vehicle. 

Kelly was a little surprised to see that Tom was white. She thought to herself that little Brandon must be adopted, or something, because there was no way that he was born to two white parents. Kelly looked forward to getting to know Heather and her family, along with the other ladies she had mentioned. 

An hour later, Monica, a gorgeous young blonde who was obviously pregnant, and Claire, a pretty redhead, came over to meet Kelly and Bill, saying that Heather had called them after she put Brandon down for a nap. 

Kelly chatted with her new acquaintances and told them how happy she was to have such nice neighbors. 

"I can tell we have a lot in common," Claire said, "and we're going to be the best of friends!" 

"I just know we are!" Kelly said, smiling. At that moment, she was happier than she had been in a long time. 

About Sam 

It was a Tuesday morning, about two weeks after they moved into the townhouse when Kelly noticed that her cable TV and internet were not working. She called her next-door neighbor, Heather, to see if she had service. Heather's phone went straight to voicemail, so Kelly decided to just walk a few steps over to her neighbor's place and knock on the door. 

Heather answered the door and welcomed Kelly wearing a bathrobe and sweeping her hair back, appearing to be slightly sweaty and out of breath. Kelly thought she must have interrupted Heather's morning workout, then she noticed a tall and muscular young black man walking toward them. The man was adjusting his gym shorts. A large bulge was prominent in the crotch of the shorts and a small wet spot was visible too where the man's obviously large penis was pressing against the material. 

"Kelly, this is our neighbor, Sam," Heather said. "He's very handy if you ever need help with anything," she added with a smile. 

"Nice to meet you, Sam," Kelly said, extending her hand to shake his. 

"Nice to finally meet you too," Sam said with a wide grin. "I've heard nothing but good things about you from Heather and the other ladies." 

Sam then said it was time for him to get going. There was an awkward moment as Sam, Kelly and Heather stood together, then Sam and Heather stepped toward each other and shared a kiss on the lips. Sam then turned and left Heather's place, leaving the two women alone. 

Kelly was obviously stunned, and feeling that she had to say something, she said, "Wow, Heather, you and Sam seem to be very friendly." 

Heather laughed, then said, "Yes, well, we're more than friendly." 

"Aren't you afraid that Tom will find out? I mean, cheating on him, and with a black guy no less?" Kelly asked. 

"Tom knows all about us," Heather said, causing Kelly's jaw to drop. 

"Sam is my son Brandon's father," Heather said, smiling and watching for Kelly's reaction. 

"Oh my god! You're kidding!" Kelly exclaimed. "I can't believe it!" 

"What's not to believe?" Heather said calmly. "You did notice that my son is black, didn't you?" 

"Well, yeah, I wondered why he was so dark," Kelly stammered, "but I thought maybe you adopted him or something." 

Heather smiled and said, "No, Brandon is my baby. Sam knocked me up shortly after he moved here, about three years ago." 

"And Tom is okay with it?" Kelly asked incredulously. 

"Oh, Tom is fine," Heather said. "It took a little adjustment on his part, but he likes the fact that Sam has made me a much better lover, and he actually gets off on the fact that I'll fuck a black guy and then fuck him with the same pussy!" 

"Wow!" Kelly said, "That is amazing. You know, I've seen stuff like this in movies and in magazines but I never knew that it happens in real life! It's happening right here in my neighborhood!" 

"Oh, it happens more than you'd think," Heather said with a nod. "Now, why did you drop by? Just to say hi?" 

Kelly explained that her cable was not working. Heather checked and hers was out too, so Kelly knew that the problem was not with her equipment. The two women chatted a few more minutes, then Kelly left to walk back to her place. She sat down with a cup of coffee, trying to process the startling information she gained about Heather and Sam. 

Wine Time 

The next afternoon, Kelly walked down to the community mailboxes and ran into Monica from across the street. Monica said that her doctor recommended that she get some light exercise during her pregnancy, so she tried to go for a walk around the complex every day. Monica then invited Kelly to come to her place for a cool drink and a little girl talk. 

"Would you like some wine?" Monica asked as she placed a glass on the table and poured it nearly full. 

"Well, sure, since you're offering," Kelly answered politely. "I guess you can't drink because you're pregnant," Kelly added, seeing that Monica had poured herself a glass of ice water. 

"No, that's one of the disadvantages of being pregnant," Monica said, smiling and rubbing her sizeable baby bump. "But I love it, most of the time." 

The two blondes chatted, just small talk, for several minutes. When Monica noticed that Kelly's wine glass was almost empty she picked up the bottle and refilled it. Kelly was not much of a drinker, and as she finished her second glass of Pinot she started to feel a little buzzed. 

"Monica," Kelly began, "I don't like to gossip but I just have to talk to someone about this. I went over to Heather's place yesterday and Sam was just leaving. Then I just about died when Heather came right out and told me that Sam is her little boy's father! On top of that, she said her husband Tom knows they're having sex and he doesn't mind! Can you believe it?!" 

"Oh, I can believe it, that's for sure," Monica said, grinning widely. Monica then patted her swollen tummy and held it with both hands, adding, "This is Sam's baby that I'm carrying." 

"Holy shit!" Kelly exclaimed. "Sam got you pregnant too?! Unbelievable! You're pregnant with a black baby?! Are you still making love to him?" 

"No, we don't make love," Monica said, trying to mask her smile. "We just fuck! Or it's more like he fucks me! I just can't get enough of his big black cock! My husband is like Tom - he was ready to divorce me when he found out that I was fucking Sam, but he liked the way that I was turning into a 'hot wife' as he calls me. He eventually gave me the green light when I said I wanted Sam to knock me up!" 

"Have you ever been fucked by a black guy, Kelly?" Monica asked. 

"No," Kelly answered. "I'm not prejudiced or anything but I've never been attracted to blacks." Then Kelly added, "And Bill and I are happily married, so don't get any ideas about setting me up with Sam!" 

"Well honey," Monica said to Kelly, "you don't know what sex is until you're been fucked by a big black cock!" 

"Never!" Kelly said with a big grin and a shake of her head. 

"Never say never, unless you're saying 'once you go black you NEVER go back!'" Monica quipped. 

"Never, never, never!" Kelly chuckled. "There, I said it again!" 

There was just a little bit of wine left in the bottle, so Monica poured it into Kelly's glass. After a few more minutes of chatter, Kelly got up to walk home. She noticed when she stood that she was fairly drunk. 

Kelly strolled across the street, a bit unsteady on her feet, and found that her husband was already home. 

"Where were you, honey?" Bill asked. "I called your cell phone but it rang right here on the counter." 

"I was just going to the mailbox," Kelly slurred, "but I ran into Monica and she invited me to her place for a little wine and chit-chat. 

"I think you had more than a little wine," Bill chuckled. "You're pretty tipsy, my dear." 

"I'm feeling a little wild right now," Kelly said, approaching Bill and putting her arms around his neck. "Let's go up to the bedroom and make love." 

"You mean before dinner?" Bill asked. 

"You can have me for dinner!" Kelly said with a half-looped smile. 

"You and Monica must have been talking about sex," Bill said. 

"How did you ever guess, sweetheart?" Kelly responded, not letting on that their sex talk had centered on Sam's big black cock. 

Bill was agreeable to a quickie, so the young couple headed upstairs to their bedroom. Bill quickly undressed and hopped on the bed. Kelly took a bit longer to strip off her clothes and would have appreciated a little assistance from her husband.  

After two years, Kelly knew the routine. She went right to work on Bill's thumb-sized cock. Kelly wasn't the best at oral sex but she was always able to bring Bill's dick to a quick erection. When Kelly finished her blow job she usually just laid on her back and waited for Bill to plug himself in, but at that moment she wanted a little more. 

"Come here and eat me out, Baby," Kelly said quietly. 

"Okay," Bill said, almost whining, "but I hate it when I get your pubic hairs on my tongue. 

"Maybe tomorrow I'll shave my pussy, then you won't have any excuses," Kelly said with a smile. 

"You must be drunk because you don't normally refer to your vagina as a pussy," Bill reminded her. 

Kelly realized that she had picked up some casual language talking to Monica and Heather. 

"Just shut your mouth and eat me!" Kelly said, making a little joke, but Bill didn't catch on and just slid his face between her legs and started licking Kelly's slit. 

Bill lapped at Kelly's pussy for a couple of minutes and she was getting close to a climax when he abruptly stopped and moved in to enter her. Bill pushed his penis into Kelly's vagina and started humping. 

"I love making love to you," Bill whispered near Kelly's ear. 

Kelly thought about how Monica said Sam didn't make love - he just fucked her and she wished that sex was the same for her. 

After three more minutes, Bill started grunting. At least one of the lovers was going to cum. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Bill moaned as he shot his load. Then he laid still for a minute before rolling off. 

Kelly and Bill exchanged kisses. 

Usually, it was Bill who dozed off to sleep immediately after intercourse, but that night it was Kelly's turn to snooze, due mainly to the wine that was still affecting her. 

After watching his beautiful wife sleep for a few minutes, Bill nudged her and asked her if she was ready to fix dinner. Kelly never really regained consciousness and just mumbled some sort of gibberish about "black clock" or "big crock" before she began snoring lightly. Bill threw the covers over his naked, passed-out wife and went to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich for dinner. 

Up in Smoke 

A couple of days after Kelly got drunk sipping wine at Monica's, she was at home, puttering around and expecting Bill in an hour or so. Kelly's phone rang. It was Claire, who said she was hanging out with Heather and Monica. 

"Why don't you come over if you're not busy?" Claire suggested. "We'll have a little party." 

Kelly was agreeable so she walked to Claire's townhouse next door. When she entered she found Heather, Claire and Monica in the living room. On the coffee table in front of them was a bong and a baggie of marijuana. 

"Do you smoke, Kelly?" Claire asked. 

"Well, I did in college but I haven't in a while," Kelly answered. "But what the heck. I'll take a hit if everyone is going to smoke." 

"Everyone but Monica," Claire said with a smile. "She's got that little black baby in her belly, so she can't smoke. She'll just be a spectator!" 

The ladies all laughed while Monica patted her baby bump and nodded. 

Claire pushed the bong toward Kelly and said, "Why don't you do the honors and get us started?" 

Kelly had no problem remembering how to use a bong. She packed the bowl with a big pinch of weed, held the tube up to her mouth, flicked the lighter and filled the tube with smoke before inhaling deeply, instantly emptying the tube's potent contents into her lungs. She held the smoke for a moment then exhaled a long stream. 

"Well, at least I still remember how to do it," Kelly quipped. 

"A couple more hits like that and you won't remember much else!" Heather said, causing everyone to laugh. 

Kelly, Claire and Heather had a good time, passing the bong around, taking a couple of hits, taking a break, then passing the bong again. 

Kelly started to feel the effects fairly quickly and said, "This is really good shit. Where do you get your weed?" 

"From Sam," Claire said with a smile, "He's good for a lot of things!" 

"Oh yeah," Heather said, "But fucking us is what he's best at!" 

They all laughed, although Kelly could only imagine what the "fucking" part was like. 

After about an hour, Kelly's phone rang. 

"Uh oh," Kelly said, "It's Bill, probably wondering where I am." 

Just before Bill called, Claire had been telling a hilarious story about the first time she got fucked by Sam, being very animated and dramatic as she described how he inched his phenomenal black cock into her redheaded pussy. 

Kelly answered Bill's call but tried to continue to glean all the juicy details from Claire as she listened to Bill. 

"Hey Bill, I'm at Claire's with Heather and Monica" Kelly said through her cell. As Bill asked when she might be home and what was for dinner, Claire remained distracted, plus she was in a bit of a drug-induced stupor. 

"Kelly. Kelly. Kelly!" Bill shouted into the phone, trying to get his wife's attention. 

"Bill, we've got a bad connection," Kelly said, trying to cut him short. "There's some leftover spaghetti in the fridge, but leave me some, honey. I think I'm going to be real hungry when I get home. I'll just be another few minutes. Love you. Bye." 

Heather and Monica followed up on Claire's story with some of their own fond memories of fucking Sam's big black cock. Kelly enjoyed listening and laughing along with them. As high as she was, she realized that she was feeling just a little jealous. 

After one more round with the bong Kelly said she should be going and Heather agreed it was time for her to go too. Monica suggested that Kelly follow her to her place so she could loan her her bong. After all, she wouldn't be using it while she was pregnant. 

Monica put the bong in a big plastic bag and gave it to Kelly, who crossed the street to her home. When Kelly entered she set the bag on the table and walked over to Bill to give him a hello kiss. 

Bill immediately noticed Kelly's glassy eyes and goofy expression. 

"Kelly, are you drunk again?" Bill asked. 

"No, I am not drunk," Kelly said emphatically while shaking her pretty head "no". "I am fucking higher than shit on weed! My brain is fucking toasted!" 

"What?!" Bill responded, clearly irate. "Since when do you smoke marijuana? I'm glad that you've made friends here, but I think you're picking up some bad habits from Claire and Monica and Heather." 

Kelly started laughing and laughing. 

"I told you that I did my share of toking in college," Kelly said, still chuckling. "I like smoking once in a while, honey. It's nice. Oh, and look at what Monica gave me." With that, Kelly pulled the bong out of the bag on the table. 

Kelly continued, "I thought maybe me and you could trying smoking a little weed." Then Kelly moved seductively closer to Bill. "We could have a little fun and be a little naughty once in a while. Besides, sex is really different when you're high!" 

"Are you crazy?!" Bill shouted. "I run the random drug testing program at my company. I fire people for having marijuana, or THC, in their urine! I can't be smoking dope! Where did you even get the pot anyway?" 




Good Neighbor Sam



"I got it from Monica, but we can get all we need from Sam," Kelly answered abruptly. 

"Well, we - or you - don't need any," Bill said. 

Kelly was perturbed but too mellow and buzzed to be really angry, so she just smiled at Bill and said, "You know what, Bill - I think I can decide what I need!" 

With that said, Kelly went into the kitchen to get something to eat. She had a serious case of the munchies. 

The Housewarming 

About a month after moving into their townhouse Kelly and Bill decided to throw a housewarming party and invite their friends and neighbors. 

Heather and her husband, Tom, were on the guest list, along with Monica and her husband, Barry, and Claire and her husband, Ray. Some other neighbors, who they didn't really socialize with, were also invited, including Sam. 

The Housewarming was a big hit and was well-attended. Kelly spent most of her time with the three neighbors who had by then become her good friends, Heather, Monica and Claire. Bill hit it off fairly well with their husbands. In fact, Bill and the other three guys decided to get together the next weekend at a sports bar to watch a ball game and have a few beers together. 

Bill paid particular attention to Sam, who naturally stood out, being the only black person in an apartment full of whites. Bill didn't like the way that Sam flirted and was overly affectionate toward the ladies. Of course, Bill had no idea that Sam was fucking Heather, Monica and Claire on a very regular basis. 

Bill noticed that when Sam greeted Heather with a hello hug he held her tight and pulled her body close to his. When Sam said hi to Monica he placed his hand on her big baby belly and rubbed it for several seconds while whispering in her ear. And, most egregiously, Sam slipped his hand behind Claire as she leaned against the counter and he squeezed her ass. 

Bill didn't see quite everything that Sam did, including the discreet contact that Sam had with his wife. At one point, Sam sidled up to Kelly and whispered in her ear. 

"Hey pretty lady," Sam whispered, "there's a slip of paper with my phone number on top of your refrigerator. Call me when you're ready." 

Kelly was taken aback and goosebumps popped up on her arms. Not knowing exactly what to say or do in light of Sam's secretive move, Kelly simply told him "thanks." 

At one point during the party, Bill noticed that Kelly and the other wives had disappeared. Through the sliding glass door, he saw that they were outdoors on the enclosed patio area behind their townhouse. Stepping outside, Bill was not happy to see that Kelly was holding the bong that Monica had given her. With Bill watching from three feet away, Kelly smiled as she brought the tube to her mouth, flicked her lighter, and took a huge hit. Kelly then blew the smoke toward Bill's face and immediately returned her mouth to the pipe to take another hit. Bill turned, shook his head and went back inside, glad that he had not invited any of his people from work. 

About 20 minutes later, Bill did something to aggravate Kelly, although with the buzz she had from smoking weed, Kelly was in too good a mood to let anything bother her very much. 

While Kelly was chatting with Heather and Claire, Bill decided to show how hip and trendy he was by dishing out some compliments to his wife's friends. Heather and Claire were both dressed in outfits that showed off the tattoos that each of them had on their left shoulders. The tats were similar flowery designs that covered their shoulders and extended a few inches down their backs. 

"Ladies, I've got say I love your tattoos," Bill said with a smile. "They look great on you and they're almost identical." 

Kelly was quite surprised because Bill had never said anything nice about a woman's tattoo before. 

"Well thank you Bill," Heather said with a smile. "We had them done by the same tattoo artist." 

Claire then piped up, saying, "Kelly, I noticed that you don't have any skin art. Why haven't you ever gotten a tattoo?" 

Before Kelly could answer Bill interjected, "Oh, Kelly is a big baby when it comes to needles. She's afraid to get a tattoo." 

With that, some of the others standing nearby started kidding Kelly, in a fairly friendly way, calling her a "big chicken" and a "baby afraid of a little pain." 

Kelly opted to just shrug her shoulders and laugh it off, but she decided then and there that she would get even with Bill the next day. Kelly kept smiling as she thought to herself "we'll see how Bill likes it tomorrow when I come home with a tattoo on my shoulder too!" 

The housewarming party lasted until well after midnight. After cleaning up for an hour after their last guests departed, Kelly and Bill went to bed and fell fast asleep. 

Kelly gets some ink 

Kelly and Bill slept in the next morning, getting up at about 11 a.m. Both of them had mild headaches from the drinking they'd done, but were otherwise in good moods, remarking to each other that their housewarming had been a success and it was good to get to know their neighbors a little better. They sipped coffee and finished tidying up from the night before. 

Kelly had not forgotten the vow she made to herself about getting a tattoo after Bill said they looked so darned good on her friends and then humiliated her for supposedly being afraid of needles. 

Kelly discreetly sent a text message to Claire, asking her if she could run an errand with her for a few hours that afternoon. Claire's response was that she was free all day and Kelly could pick her up at about 2 p.m. 

At two o'clock, Kelly got in her car and backed out, stopping in front of Claire's home and honking her horn once. Claire came out and hopped in the car. 

"Where are we going, girlfriend?" Claire asked Kelly. 

"I want you to show me where that tattoo parlor is," Kelly said, grinning. 

"No shit?!" Claire responded in shock. "You're going to get a tattoo? I thought you were afraid of needles and too scared to be tattooed." 

"That was some stupid bullshit from Bill," Kelly said somewhat angrily. "He's never wanted me to get a tattoo and he was trying to act cool last night. Well, I've wanted a tattoo for a long time and today is the day that I get one!" 

"Well, you get no argument from me," Claire said. "Just head for that little shopping center across from the post office." 

When they walked into the tattoo parlor, Claire said, "Hi Zeke, I brought my pretty neighbor here to get her first tattoo." 

Zeke the tattoo guy smiled and said, "I love it when I get to put my ink on virgin skin! I guess someone else is getting a spade tattooed somewhere, right?" 

"No, not today," Claire said. "She wants her left shoulder done like mine." 

Zeke and Kelly talked for a few minutes, then Kelly took her top and her bra off, blushing with embarrassment, and she braced herself for the buzzing noise and the first touch of the tattoo gun. Kelly found that the sensation was more annoying than painful. It took a little longer than she'd expected, but soon enough Zeke invited her to admire her first tattoo in the mirror he handed her. 

Kelly was a little shocked at the sight and for just an instant, she thought to herself "Oh, shit! What have I done?" But after she examined the tattoo for a few seconds, she loved the way it looked on her. She paid Zeke and exited the shop. 

Leaving the tattoo parlor, Kelly got into the driver's seat of her car and Claire hopped in the passenger side. Out of habit, Kelly pulled her seatbelt across her shoulder and let out an "ouch" as the belt pressed down on her new gauze dressing. She giggled and slipped the shoulder strap behind her to avoid the pressure. 

"I think your new tattoo is beautiful and Bill is going to love it," Claire said with a smile. 

"I hope so," Kelly said somewhat apprehensively. "Well, he better love it because it's not going away! I still can't believe that I really got myself tattooed." 

Then Kelly glanced toward Claire and asked, "What did that tattoo guy mean when he said 'I guess someone else is getting a spade tattooed somewhere?'" 

Claire turned halfway in her seat toward Kelly and pulled her stretchy blouse down, uncovering most of her left breast and displaying a Queen of Spades tattoo a couple inches above her nipple. 

"He thought you might want one of these," Claire said with a sly smile. "He just figured you were getting a Queen of Spades like the rest of us have. It's the symbol for white women who like to fuck black guys." 

"Oh my god!" Kelly said. "I'm sure glad he didn't just do it! That's fine for you but it's not my style." 

"Well, not yet anyway," Claire said with a loud laugh that caused Kelly to laugh too, and to shake her head in obvious disbelief. 

Claire then said, "All I can say is Bill must be awfully good in bed for you to pass up Sam's big black cock! Sam would fuck you in a New York minute if you'd give him half a chance." 

Kelly chuckled and said, "I wouldn't say that Bill is 'awfully good' but sex with him is fine and I'm not ready to take that chance with Sam." 

"Well," Claire said reassuringly, "Sam will be ready when you are." 

Kelly thought about the message that Sam had whispered to her at last night's party, saying he had left his phone number on top or her fridge and she should call him "when she's ready." Kelly made a mental note to get the slip of paper off the refrigerator before Bill found it and got suspicious. 

Arriving at the townhouse complex, Kelly parked her car and Claire exited and headed toward her place, pausing to say "let me know how Bill likes your new tattoo! 

Kelly walked into her living room and found Bill lounging on the couch, watching TV. Bill noticed the bandage over his wife's left shoulder, under her top. 

"What happened to you, baby?" Bill asked, sitting up straight. 

"Let me show you," Kelly responded as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Then, standing in front of Bill wearing her bra and shorts, Kelly pulled off the gauze dressing for the big reveal. 

A look of utter shock swept over Bill's face and he shouted, "Oh my god, Kelly! What the hell did you do?!" 

"It's pretty obvious, honey, that I got a tattoo!" Kelly said. "Don't you like it? It's just like the ones that Claire and Heather have and you said last night that you loved theirs." 

"I was just saying that to make them happy! You should have known that I didn't really mean it!" Bill said as he stood and closely examined his wife's shoulder. 

"Honey, when you say something I take you seriously," Kelly said, looking Bill square in the face. "I also didn't like it when you said I was afraid of needles and scared to get a tattoo. That was pure bullshit!" 

"Did you have to get something so big and gaudy?" Bill asked, still looking Kelly over. "Why couldn't you get a little something that you could hide?" 

"I don't want to hide it! I want to show it off!" Kelly declared. "When I do need to cover it, for work or whatever, I can just wear a blouse with a little sleeve or even a tee shirt." 

"Well, cover it tomorrow when we go to my mother's house," Bill said, issuing a direct order. 

"No fucking way!" Kelly said adamantly. "This tattoo is part of me now. It's the way my shoulder looks from now on, like it or not, and I'm not going to spend the rest of my fucking life hiding it from you or your mother!" 

"Nice language," Bill groused. "I notice that you like to toss the "f" word around nowadays, just like your new friends around here. 

Bill and Kelly didn't speak much the rest of the night. Eventually, though, Bill did warm up to Kelly's tattoo, thinking that it did make her look just a little more wild and vivacious. 

Guys' day out 

On Saturday afternoon, the other husbands showed up at Bill and Kelly's place to head over to the sports bar for a few beers and some chicken wings as they'd planned at the Housewarming party. Heather's husband Tom was there, along with Claire's husband, Ray, and Monica's husband, Barry. Bill drove the foursome to the nearby bar and they ordered a pitcher and some wings then started talking about themselves, their jobs, sports, and people around the townhouse complex. 

At one point, Bill asked "So, what do you guys think about Sam?" 

The other three hubbys just smiled and glanced at each other. 

"Well, what's there to think?" Barry said. "It is what it is." 

"Hey, Sam is the man!" Tom said with a shrug and a grin, bringing chuckles from the other men. 

Bill didn't quite understand the remarks he was hearing, but he continued to make Sam his topic of conversation. 

"You know, I didn't really like the way Sam treated the ladies at our party," Bill said, becoming a little serious. "I mean, he was pretty touchy-feely with our wives. I even saw him squeezing one of your wives on her ass." 

The other husbands just shook their heads and laughed out loud. 

Barry then dropped a bombshell on Bill when he said, "I guess Sam figures there's no harm in copping a feel. He's fucking them all anyway." 

"What?" Bill exclaimed. "What did you say? What do you mean he's fucking them all anyway?!" 

"Bill, didn't you know that Sam is getting a piece of ass from all the girls?" Ray said. "Did you think he was just fucking Kelly?" 

"What the hell?!" Bill shouted angrily. "I should punch you in the nose (although Ray was much bigger than Bill). You can't say that shit about my wife!" 

Tom held his hands up and said, "Whoa, Bill, calm down. Don't get so pissed off. It's not just Kelly. Sam's in everyone's pants and we've learned to live with it." 

"Sam is not fucking my Kelly!" Bill screamed, causing some of the other customers to turn and stare. 

"Are you sure, Bill?" Ray asked incredulously, "because your Kelly is drop-dead gorgeous and I can't imagine that Sam would pass her up." 

"Yes I'm sure!" Bill said. "I can't believe you guys! Are you telling me that Sam is fucking all your women and you're okay with it?!" 

Tom said, "I know it takes a little getting used to, but Heather is a hell of a lot happier and is so much more into sex since she started fucking Sam. I got a little crazy when he knocked her up, but you know, I love little Brandon even though he's black and everyone can tell that I didn't father him." 

Trying also to console Bill, Barry said, "Monica is hornier than hell since Sam got her pregnant five months ago. I need Viagra to keep up with her! And I actually love watching her belly grow, knowing she's carrying his black baby. Sam's turned my Monica into the hot wife I always wanted and I'm sure he'll do the same for Kelly!" 

Bill just grimaced and sat there stone-faced. 

Tom and Ray changed the subject, pointing out some of the sports action playing out on the big TV screens, and they ordered another pitcher of beer, but Bill was too stunned to have much fun from that point on. He hardly said two words to anyone as he drove the guys home and everyone went their separate ways. 

Bill wonders if Kelly wanders 

When Bill arrived at home he discovered that Kelly wasn't there. He let his beer-addled brain meander and began to imagine that Kelly might be at Sam's place. He pictured her in his mind, naked and lying on Sam's bed, his dark skin contacting and covering her entire body while his black cock pushed deep into her pussy. He thought to himself that she'll probably say she was over at Monica's or Claire's, but where there's smoke there's fire, and the other guys were pretty damned positive that Kelly has been getting herself black-fucked just like her slutty new friends. Bill slouched on the couch, imagining even more, picturing his sweet wife with Sam's big black cock in her mouth. Eventually, he dozed off to sleep. 

When Bill woke two hours later, it was getting dark outside and Kelly was sitting at the other end of the couch, tapping on her iPad. 

"Hello sleepy head," Kelly said with a smile. "You must have had a good time with the guys at the bar." 

"It was okay," Bill said, not letting on that he had a terrible time, hearing about how Sam was fucking all the females, including his wife, according to the other husbands. 

Bill continued, "You weren't home when I got here. Where were you?" 

"I was at Claire's," Kelly answered. 

"I figured that's where you were," Bill said, still wondering to himself if she might have been at Sam's instead. 

"I wanted to show Claire the new top I bought to show off my tattoo," 

Kelly said with a grin. "Do you like it?" Kelly then stood up in front of Bill and turned around a few times, giving him a good look at the skimpy, tight, stretchy tube top that left her shoulders and her belly exposed and displayed her nipples through the cloth. 

"Why aren't you wearing a bra?" Bill inquired. 

"I don't need a bra with this, silly," Kelly said with a giggle. "I think it's sexier than hell and it shows off my tattoo and my boobs!" 

Bill wondered to himself why Kelly would want to look sexy while he was out with the guys. 

"So, are you hungry?" Kelly asked. "What would you like to do about dinner? We could go out and let everyone see what a sexy wife you have!" 

"No," Bill said immediately. "I had a lot of chicken wings and fries and I'm not very hungry. Can you just fix a salad or something here at home?" 

"Sure, that's easy enough," Kelly said, somewhat disappointed. 

After dinner, Kelly and Bill watched TV for a couple of hours, then Kelly put her arms around Bill's neck and said "I'm feeling horny, handsome. Let's go to bed!" 

Bill remembered what the other husbands said about their wives being hornier since they started fucking Sam, and once again, he found himself wondering. 

In their bedroom, Bill got himself undressed and sat on the bed. Kelly stripped off her clothes too and then playfully threw herself on the mattress and laid on her back with her legs spread wide open. 

"You shaved your vagina!" Bill exclaimed, noticing Kelly's bald pussy, exactly as she'd hoped he would. 

Looking more closely at his wife's bald snatch, Bill asked, "Whose idea was this?" 

Kelly was a little startled by Bill's question and tersely answered, "It was my idea, and yours, if I remember correctly. You were complaining about getting my pubic hairs in your mouth and I said I would shave it. I just love it this way and I thought it would be a nice surprise for you." 

"It is nice," Bill said, trying to make amends, and he started to run his fingers over her smooth mound. 

"Keep that up!" Kelly said, as she put her hand over his and tried to guide him to effectively finger her clit. When Bill did not exactly "hit the spot" Kelly began to rub herself, moaning softly. 

"I don't think I've ever seen you masturbate in front of me before," Bill said quietly, once again wondering whether Kelly's newfound sexual adventurism was inspired by a certain Negro in the neighborhood. 

"Come on, honey," Kelly cooed, "eat my pussy why I diddle my clit, then you can fuck me!" 

"You don't have to talk dirty on my account," Bill said, as he positioned himself to connect his mouth and tongue just below Kelly's wiggling fingers. 

"Ohh yes," Kelly moaned. "Oh, I love feeling you eat me. I feel it so much more since I shaved! Oh god, I'm going to cum! Ooooohhh, Ooooohhh, Ooooohhh!" Kelly nearly screamed as she experienced a rare and welcome orgasm, thanks in large part to her own finger-play, but extremely pleasant, regardless. 

"Now you can fuck me!" Kelly said, deliberately emphasizing the word "fuck." "How do you want to do it sweetheart? Do you want me to get on top?" 

Bill was slightly annoyed by Kelly's suggestion that they try something different when she knew very well that he preferred the missionary positon. Bill eased her onto her back and moved in to slip his cock into her slit. 




Good Neighbor Sam



Feeling a little aggressive, Bill began to pump Kelly more vigorously than usual. 

"Oh yeah, baby" Kelly pleaded, "fuck me hard!" 

Unfortunately, Bill's extra effort brought him to an even faster climax, and in just a couple of minutes he started grunting and cumming. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," and Bill was done. 

"That was really good, sweetheart," Kelly panted, being overly generous with her praise but feeling good inasmuch as they both had managed to cum that time. Kelly saw no need to get up to clean herself, even though Bill's cum was trickling out of her pussy. There was never enough to make much of a mess on the sheets. 

Bill then rolled off of Kelly, laid next to her, and decided it was time to clear the air about Sam, knowing full well that it would not be a pleasant conversation. 

Facing each other, lying on the bed barely a foot apart, Bill began to speak. 

"Kelly, there's a lot that you haven't been telling me." 

Kelly's expression went from a blissful smile to a look of puzzled dread. 

"What haven't I been telling you, sweetheart?" Kelly asked quietly. 

"A lot of important things," Bill began. "At the bar with Tom and Ray and Barry I found out that they like to use the "f" word too. They talked about certain people fucking a certain person. They told me that Heather and Monica and Claire all like to fuck our good neighbor Sam. Why didn't you ever tell me that your friends are cheating whores?!" 

"They're not cheating and they're not whores!" Kelly said, somewhat angrily. "Their husbands know what they're doing and they go along with it. It's part of their relationships, and none of our business, really." 

"Do you know what else the guys told me, Kelly?" Bill said, dragging it out for effect. "They told me that you're fucking Sam too!" 

"I am not!" Kelly shouted as she sat straight up on the bed. That is bullshit! I have never fucked Sam. Never! I swear to you!" 

"You do everything else that all the women in this neighborhood do," Bill said. "You got yourself tattooed. You're dressing like a slut. Drinking every day. Smoking dope like a druggie. It only stands to reason that you'd be putting out for Sam too." 

"Except that I'm not!" Kelly shouted angrily. "I'm not fucking him, but I might as well if that's what you expect." 

"You know, I guess I shouldn't really be surprised," Bill said in a holier-than-thou way. "It's not like you're any better than those three sluts you hang around with. I'm sure Sam would love to knock you up too! Have you talked to him yet about having his black baby?" 

Then Bill said, through clenched teeth, "I just want you to be honest about this!" 

"I have been honest, but you know what?" Kelly shouted with fire in her eyes, "You're right! I'm fucking Sam all the time! I can't get enough of his big black cock! But that starts tomorrow! I've been nothing but a faithful wife, but no problem. You don't believe me. You expect me to fuck him, so why should I deny myself? Hey, I can sure as hell live down to your expectations!" 

Kelly got up from the bed, grabbed her robe from the hook on the bathroom door and stormed out of the room, turning to Bill long enough to shout "Fuck you, asshole!" 

Kelly stomped down the stairs to the living room. To calm herself, and to spite Bill at the same time, she pulled out her bong, and for the first time in her life, smoked weed all by herself. Kelly took her first hit and held her breath as long as she could to get herself as stoned as possible. She took three more hits, then put the bong on the coffee table and sat back to watch some mindless television as her mental state faded from furious to lackadaisical. 

Bill sat alone on the bed, wondering to himself if he had overplayed his hand. Maybe Kelly actually hadn't had sex with Sam. He thought that it might be best to apologize, then he smelled marijuana smoke wafting up from downstairs. 

"There's nothing that she won't do," Bill thought to himself, "and she needs to stop denying it." 

Kelly eventually went upstairs to bed, deciding that she wasn't going to sleep on the couch just because her husband was an asshole. She didn't sleep much, though, and was awake when his alarm clock went off in the morning. 

Kelly and Bill went about their morning routine and were polite to each other, but neither one spoke one extra word. While lying awake overnight, Kelly had decided that she would postpone calling Sam if, and only if, Bill apologized to her. It was up to Bill. If he said he was sorry, Kelly would remain his faithful wife. If not, she was going to call Sam and let him fuck her. 

When it came time for Bill to leave for work, Kelly walked him to the door, as she did every day, and she recited her parting routine, "Drive safe and have a good day. Love you." Then, as always, a quick peck on the lips as Bill walked out the door. 

Kelly felt a little sad, and a tad anxious, when Bill left without apologizing. 

The connection 

Before Bill's car was out of their driveway, Kelly had pulled a kitchen chair up to the refrigerator and she retrieved the note that Sam left there with his phone number. She decided to wait until 9 a.m. to call Sam. Kelly paced the floor and became increasingly nervous, alternating in her mind between calling Sam and tossing his number away. She saw her bong sitting on the coffee table, where she'd left it the night before, and decided to smoke some weed to take the edge off her nerves. Kelly took three hits off the bong then put the pipe down, not wanting to get too high. 

At 9 a.m., Kelly picked up her phone and typed in Sam's number. She stared at it for two minutes, then took a deep breath and pushed the call button. She knew that her life was going to become more complicated but rationalized that it was her husband Bill who drove her to step over the line. 

Kelly listened as Sam's phone rang, then she heard his voice. 

"Hello, it's Sam. I can't come to the phone right now. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you." 

With her voice cracking from nervousness, Kelly said softly, "Umm, hi Sam. It's Kelly. Your neighbor. Call me back, please. Bye." 

Kelly then waited for Sam to call her back. The weed had kicked in and time really seemed to drag. She walked outside to the street and looked down the row of townhouses to Sam's place. His car was in his driveway. Kelly wondered if maybe Sam was busy with one of the other girls, or maybe someone else. Finally, over an hour later, Kelly's phone rang. It was Sam. 

"Hello," Kelly said. 

"Hey pretty lady. It's Sam. You wanted to talk to me?" 

"Um, yeah Sam, thanks for calling back," Kelly said, trying to sound sweet. "You left me your number and said to call when I'm ready. I think I'm ready." 

Kelly's phone went silent. A few seconds later her phone indicated no connection. 

Kelly redialed the number and after three rings, Sam answered with another "hello." 

"Sam," Kelly said, "We got disconnected." 

"Yeah baby," Sam said in his deep smooth voice. "You said you think you're ready. We need to talk when you know you're ready." 

"Okay," Kelly said nervously, "I'm ready. I know I'm ready." 

"Ready for what, Kelly?" 

Kelly replied, "I'm ready to get together with you." 

"We were together last week at your party," Sam said. "Is there anything else I can do for you today?" 

"Yes, yes," Kelly replied urgently. "I want to have sex with you." Kelly couldn't believe the sound of the words leaving her mouth. 

"Tell me that you want me to fuck you," Sam said. 

"I want you to fuck me. Today. If you have time. And you want to." 

"That's nice, pretty lady," Sam said with a little chuckle. "I've been wanting to fuck you for a while now. Have you been wanting to fuck me too?" 

"Yes, yes," Kelly practically pleaded. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. I've been denying it, but I need you to fuck me." 

"Okay, I'll fuck you." Sam said. "Come on over and I'll fuck you now." 

Kelly heart started pounding. She tried to sound a little cool, saying, "Okay, I'll get dressed and comb my hair and I'll see you soon." 

"Don't bother wearing anything special," Sam said. Then he laughed and said, "You won't be in your clothes for long anyway. I'll be here, waiting, so don't take too long. Bye." 

Kelly went into panic mode. She ran upstairs to her bathroom. No time for a shower. She needed to brush her teeth, though. Looking in the mirror as she brushed, Kelly thought about how she had just begged Sam to fuck her. If her husband had apologized would it have made a difference? Maybe the other wives were right all along and she was destined to fuck Sam sooner or later. It was going to be sooner. 

Kelly grabbed her hair brush and ran it through her long blonde hair. She had to put on some makeup. Not too much. She couldn't decide on a lip gloss and finally just grabbed her red one and dabbed it on. What to wear? Her new tube top was on the bedroom chair, where she'd tossed it when she undressed for Bill last night. She slipped it on. Her nipples were already half-erect and poked out nicely. She ransacked her drawer to find some sexy panties. Finally, she picked a skirt from her closet. She almost forgot to put shoes on. Heels would make her legs look nicer, but might be too much right now, so she just slipped on some dressy sandals. 

Skipping down the stairs she saw her bong and thought about taking a quick hit or two, then decided against it. She slipped her phone into her purse and stepped outside, locking the door behind her. As she walked the 200 feet or so to Sam's place Kelly wondered if one of the other wives, or another neighbor, would see her. She got to Sam's front step and rang his doorbell. 

Sam opened his door and waited for Kelly to step inside. Sam had gone to no trouble to get dressed, in fact he was only wearing a pair of baggy shorts. No shirt or shoes. Kelly put on her best smile as she stared at Sam's body. He was so big and so black. His arms and chest were ripped with muscles. He looked so powerful as he towered over her petite frame. She looked at his face and saw that he was smiling and was perusing every part of her body as well. 

"You didn't have that tattoo at your party," Sam said, looking at her shoulders. "It looks great on you. It makes you even more beautiful." 

Kelly blushed and her heart soared. 

Sam and Kelly still hadn't touched each other. They just stood close, taking each other in. 

"You smell nice," Sam said softly. "I don't like a lot of perfume. (In her haste, Kelly had forgotten to wear any.) I like women who smell natural, like women should smell." 

"You smell so good too," Kelly said. "You smell like a man. I've never been with a man like you." 

"You mean a black man?" Sam asked, chuckling. 

Kelly chuckled too and said, "I meant I've never been with a man so much bigger and stronger than me. You're almost scary. I know you could hurt me, but I know that you won't. I wasn't talking about you being black, but it's true; I've never even touched a black man, but I really want to." 

"When I'm finished with you," Sam said smiling, "You'll want to touch this black man every chance you get. You'll be my black cock slut, just like Heather and Monica and Claire." 

Sam's words were both enticing and frightening to Kelly. She wasn't sure that she wanted to be as addicted to Sam as her friends were. Or maybe she did. 

Sam then raised his hands and touched his big thumbs to Kelly's nipples as they pressed against the fabric of her top. Sam then circled both nipples with both of his thumbs, making slow circles in opposite directions. In a few seconds, Kelly's nipples tripled in size and poked out nearly half an inch. Kelly purred. 

Sam then put his hands on Kelly's breasts and leaned his head down as she leaned hers up. They touched their lips together, just brushing them together at first and then pressing harder. Sam's lips were thick and full and Kelly's lip gloss tasted sweet. Tilting their heads, the black man and white woman then starting kissing like they meant it. Sam pressed his tongue into Kelly's mouth and she welcomed it with her own. Kelly put her hands on Sam's bare skinned biceps and was amazed at how rock hard his upper arms felt. Her husband's, and her white boyfriends before him, had biceps that were soft. She shivered feeling Sam's strength. They continued kissing with their whole mouths until Sam broke away and looked Kelly in the eyes. 

"Do you like kissing a black man, Kelly?" Sam asked with a smile. 

"Oh, I love it," Kelly responded. "I love kissing your lips." 

With no prompting, Kelly reached her arms across her top and pulled it up and off over her head, leaving her breasts exposed. Sam put his big hands on her boobs, covering each of them, then he started to massage her with his fingers. Kelly started to moan, and when she looked down and saw the contrast of Sam's jet black hands on her pale white tits, she moaned louder. 

"Take your skirt off," Sam said quietly. 

Kelly immediately pushed her skirt down to the floor and stepped out of it, leaving her naked except for her lacey panties. 

"When you're with me, don't wear panties," Sam said. 

Kelly pushed down her panties immediately and kicked them aside. 

"I'll never wear panties again," Kelly said, smiling. She then kicked off her sandals, leaving herself totally naked. 

Sam began to move his hands all over Kelly's bare body and Kelly did likewise, feeling Sam's arms, chest, neck, and back - every part that she could reach. Then, Kelly ran her hand over Sam's gym shorts and gasped loudly when she made contact with his cock. Sam took hold of Kelly's arms and led her a few steps, guiding her to plant her bare ass on his couch. As she sat, Sam stepped in front of her and told her "pull my shorts down." 

Kelly found herself at eye level with the biggest cock she had ever seen. Her jaw dropped when she saw the size and the dark black color. 

"Oh my god," Kelly giggled, "It's fucking huge! It must be a foot long! I'm afraid it's going to be too big for me." 

"It's ten inches long, baby," Sam informed her. "And pretty soon, it's going to be in your pussy, all of it, all the way in." 

Kelly shivered and moved her hands, both of them, to touch it. She wrapped her fingers around the half-erect penis and chuckled. It was easily twice as long and twice as big around as any of the six white dicks that she had touched previously, and that included Bill's. 

Kelly leaned toward the cock and took its head into her mouth and started moving in and out, sliding about two inches with each motion. 

"Baby, that's no way to give your man a blowjob," Sam scolded. He then began to give Kelly instruction, which she welcomed because she wanted to make Sam happy. 

"Run your lips up and down my cock real slow. Feel it with your lips, taste it with your tongue, smell it with your nose." 

Kelly did as directed, finding that it was quite arousing. 

"Now, put your hand on my balls and squeeze them just a little. 

Kelly felt Sam's balls. "They're fucking enormous!" she said out loud. 

Sam continued, "Roll my balls just a little with your fingers. They're packed with sperm that's going to be in your pussy today. That's the sperm that knocked up your three friends." 

Kelly tried not to react, but she was shocked by Sam's words. Was he saying that Claire is pregnant now too? She couldn't think about it just then and went back to work on Sam. 

"Squeeze out the precum and taste it, Sam suggested. Kelly got a small dollop from Sam's pee-hole and savored it, then she began licking and kissing the massive member before taking it back in her mouth. 

"Take it deep in your mouth, into your throat," Sam said. 

Kelly opened wide and took about four inches before she gagged and pulled off. 

"You need to practice with a dildo until you can at least take most of it," Sam said. "If you don't have a big black one maybe you can borrow Heather's. Now just do the best you can, baby, and keep your eyes open. You need to see what you're doing, and look up at me some with your big baby blues." 

Sam smiled and nodded his head when Kelly looked up at him, all doe-eyed, with her pretty painted lips wrapped around his big black cock. 

Judging by the quiet moans that Sam let out Kelly did a pretty decent job for someone who needed to work on her blow job. 

After several minutes of having his cock in Kelly's face, Sam gently eased her off and said, "Okay, baby, it's time for bed." 

Sam took Kelly's hand to help her up off the couch and said, "This place is just like yours. You know where the master bedroom is." 

Kelly smiled and sashayed her cute little ass as she climbed the stairs bare naked, going ahead of Sam, who gave her butt cheek a sharp but playful slap halfway up the steps. He also grabbed her hips and stopped her, then poked his rock hard cock into her ass crack, causing Kelly to say "ooh" and giggle. 

When they entered the bedroom Kelly turned and embraced Sam and they kissed passionately again. Then Sam led Kelly to his queen sized bed and he sat on the edge and brought her to stand next to him, his cock extending in mid-air. Sam then rubbed his fingers over Kelly's smooth-shaven pussy lips and eased his index finger into her slit. She smiled and moaned. Then Sam reached his other hand behind her and worked a finger deep into her asshole. It was a totally new experience for Kelly. Sam then expertly worked his finger in and out of her pussy, simultaneously rubbing her clit with his thumb. The sensation of having her pussy and her ass assailed at the same time caused her to squirm and squeal with pleasure. In a minute she began to cum. 

"Oh shit, Sam," Kelly moaned, "You're driving me crazy. It feels so fucking good! I'm cumming! Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh! Oh fuck!" 

Sam kept working at both of Kelly's holes until she was nearly delirious, then he removed his fingers and brought them to her mouth. She licked them hungrily, including the one that smelled like shit, then brought her face to Sam's for another French kiss. 

Sam piled two pillows against the headboard, then brought Kelly to lay down on her back with her head supported. 

"After we've been fucking for a few weeks you'll stretch out and you'll be able to take it any way we want, but I'm going to have to break you in," Sam said softly. 

Kelly delighted in hearing Sam talk about fucking her for weeks and stretching her pussy. 

"Spread your legs and watch," Sam whispered. 

Kelly moved her legs far apart and looked as Sam moved in over her, his big black cock inching closer and then making contact with her pussy. 

"Are you ready to get fucked deeper and harder than you ever have before?" Sam asked, looking Kelly in the face. 

"Oh yeah," Kelly said, smiling, "I've already cum better than I ever have with Bill and I want your cock inside me more than anything in the world!" 

Kelly watched as Sam's thick black cock pressed against her smooth white pussy and entered her, just a couple of inches at first. 

"Oh shit!" Kelly gasped, "It's so big and hard!" 

Sam withdrew and then pushed into Kelly again, further the next time. He repeated the movement, pushing about six inches of his cock into her. 

"Uhh, uhh!" Kelly grunted. "It hurts a little, but it's the best fucking pain I've ever felt! Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me, Sam!" 

Eventually, Sam worked his cock in balls deep. 

"It's all in, baby" Sam said, looking down at Kelly's contorted expression. She smiled. 

Sam then began fucking the young blonde in earnest, moving his cock in and out with increasing speed. 

"Oh, fuck! It feels so fucking good!" Kelly screamed, then another orgasm swept over her. "Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh!" She squealed again. 

Then, Sam slipped his hands under Kelly and he lifted her as he slid off the bed and stood up, holding her with his cock still deep in her pussy. Kelly instinctively wrapped her legs around Sam's back and wrapped her arms around his neck. She laughed out loud and shrieked and giggled as Sam waltzed around the room. Kelly was ecstatic with the ride, knowing that no other man she'd ever fucked had the strength to manhandle her that way. Stepping into the master bathroom, Sam perched Kelly's ass on the edge of the counter and pounded her pussy fast and hard. 




Good Neighbor Sam



"Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh!" scream as she came again. "Oh Sam, your fucking is fucking amazing!" 

Sam returned Kelly to the bed, where he fell on his back, without ever dislodging his cock, and let Kelly rest on top of him with her pussy fully impaled. 

Kelly was not accustomed to assuming more than one position during intercourse with her husband Bill, but the situation was different with Sam. She now found herself straddling her black lover in the classic cowgirl style and she was really enjoying it. Kelly raised herself several inches, until her pussy nearly cleared Sam's cock, then she let herself descend again, rubbing against the big shaft with every rise and fall. With every motion of her pussy and the black cock poking up into it, Kelly grunted "Mmm." "Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm" Then, she would cum again. "Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh!" 

Lying on his back with Kelly riding him, Sam reached up to caress her beautiful boobs with his manly hands. Sam smiled and told Kelly, "your tits are so perfect, but I think we'll decorate them a little." 

Kelly didn't know what Sam was talking about - maybe nipple piercing - but between her cunt and her tits she was in such sensory overload that she couldn't effectively process the extraneous sounds he uttered. 

Kelly's cowgirl ride ended when Sam lifted her off of him and told her "get up on all fours." Kelly followed instructions and Sam moved behind her and plunged his cock into her pussy from behind. Every position she tried instantly became her favorite and doggie-style was no exception. 

"Oh, shit Sam, that feels so fucking good," Kelly screamed. "Oh, god, don't ever stop fucking me!" 

Sam got into a smooth rhythm and pumped Kelly's pussy long and hard. Finally, he muttered, "I'm gonna cum in you Kelly!" 

It was an announcement, not a request on Sam's part, but Kelly responded breathlessly, "Oh yeah, go ahead Sam. I'm on the pill. Cum in my pussy! Give me your sperm!" 

Sam moaned and stiffened and then roared "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh!" 

"Oh yes! Yes!," Kelly muttered. I feel your cum shooting into me! Oh fuck yes! Cum in me!" 

After Sam came, Kelly stayed in position as Sam's cock remained in her pussy, slowly softening. After a couple of minutes, Sam backed away. Kelly rolled onto her back and touched her fingers to her pussy, overflowing with cum. 

"You must have pumped a gallon of your sperm into me," Kelly said, smiling. "Sam, that's best sex I've ever had. The other girls were right. You're amazing!" 

"So, are you ready to be my black cock slut, or was this a one-time thing for you?" Sam asked, knowing full well what Kelly's answer would be. 

"I'll be your slut and you know it!" Kelly answered. "I've got to fuck you again. As much as I can! I've never been fucked like this before." 

Sam got off the bed and stepped into the bathroom, returning with a towel that he unceremoniously tossed to Kelly, who began to wipe the oozing jizz from her pussy. 

Sam then sat on the bed next to Kelly and tenderly kissed her lips. 

"I'd love to keep fucking you, Kelly," Sam said, "You're so beautiful, and so sweet, and your pussy is so wet and tight, but if you want to be one of my ladies there are a few things I need you to do." 

"I'll do anything you want," Kelly said. 

"First, you have to tell your husband that you now have a black boyfriend who's going to be fucking you a lot. I don't sneak in and out the back door, and I don't want any trouble with jealous husbands. Have him talk to Heather's old man, or Claire or Monica's. They're happy with the way things are now and your husband could be too." 

Kelly had a crooked smile on her face when she said, "Telling him shouldn't be all that hard since he already believes I've been fucking you. We had a big fight about it last night. That's what made me decide to go ahead and call you today." 

"That's good, baby," Sam said, hugging Kelly in a reassuring way. "I'm busy the rest of today and all day tomorrow, but on Friday night I could take you out to a dance club, and maybe get you a little surprise, then we'll come back and I'll fuck you all night." 

"Oh that sounds so perfect!" Kelly exclaimed. I can't wait until Friday!" 

"But, I'm going to pick you up at your place and Bill will know that we're going out and that you'll be taking my big black cock in your pussy while he's home alone." 

"Well, I'm not sure how I'll manage it, but I'll be ready to go out with you Friday night and Bill will just have to learn to live with it, if he can." 

Sam and Kelly then shared a few kisses, still lying naked on the bed. 

Then, Kelly thought of something she wanted to ask Sam. 

"Sam, you said your sperm knocked up my three friends. Is Claire pregnant now too?" 

"Her period didn't come this week," Sam replied. "She's going to take a home test, but I'm sure that pretty redhead is pregnant with my black baby. When I fuck a fertile pussy the bitch gets pregnant, guaranteed. Someday I'll make your little belly swell up too!" 

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?!" Kelly said playfully. 

"Yes, I would," Sam said with a grin. "You just stop taking those birth control pills and I'll take care of the rest." 

After one more kiss, Kelly left Sam's place and started heading home. As she passed Claire's townhouse, Claire came running outside and yelled, "Kelly, wait, I've got something to tell you!" 

Kelly smiled and hugged Claire, then she said, "Congratulations, Claire! I hear that you're pregnant!" 

Claire was a little startled, and holding the EPT wand in her hand, she said, "I just took the test. How did you know?" 

"Oh, umm, well, Sam told me," Kelly answered. 

"You were talking to Sam about me?" Claire asked quizzically. 

"Yeah, we were talking about you," Kelly said, smiling widely, "after we finished fucking!" 

"Oh my god!" Claire shouted. "You finally did it! You fucked Sam! Didn't you say 'never, never, never'?! It was amazing, wasn't it?! Now I've got two things to tell Heather and Monica!" 

The two women hugged again, then Kelly finished her stroll home. 

Sorry 

Kelly put her purse down and pulled out her phone. She noticed that there was a missed call and a voicemail from her husband. Seeing the time of the call, Kelly figured Bill had called her at about the time that she had Sam's cock in her mouth. 

Kelly listened to Bill's message on her phone. 

"Hi Kelly. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about the things I said last night. I should have apologized this morning, but I guess I was too embarrassed. You said you've been nothing but faithful to me, and I know it's true, honey. I was a jerk for doubting you. I'll make it up to you tonight. I love you." 

Kelly was stunned and she sat down on a kitchen chair and started to cry. Her emotions were running haywire. First, she felt guilty for fucking Sam, then she felt angry toward Bill for accusing her of cheating before she actually had. Then she wondered if she should tell Bill what she'd done, and what she planned to do Friday night. She decided to take a few hits off her bong. 

Smoking the weed didn't help her think, but it made her care a lot less about the mess she was in. Finally, she drifted into a blasé mindset, and rubbing her fingers against her crotch, she admitted to herself that she needed to fuck Sam again. Even with her partly cloudy brain, she came to the realization that, aside from her marriage, getting that big black cock back in her pussy was the most important thing in her world. 

Kelly waited for Bill to come home, playing out in her mind how she could tell him that she'd fucked Sam and looked forward to doing it again. At the usual hour, Bill came through the door holding a bouquet of roses in his hand. 

"You shouldn't have," Kelly said, accepting the flowers from her husband. 

"It's the least I could do for being such a jerk," Bill stated. "Can you ever forgive me?" 

"There's no need," Kelly said, trying hard to smile and thinking that this would be even harder than she'd imagined. 

"Let's go upstairs and make love, right now!" Bill said, taking Kelly by the hand and leading her up the steps to their bedroom. 

Bill thoughtfully helped Kelly undress before stripping off his own clothes. Kelly was glad that she had taken a shower so that the smell of her sex with Sam would be washed away. Still, she was a little concerned that Sam's semen was still oozing out of her pussy six hours after he came in her. 

They both climbed onto the bed and began kissing and caressing each other. Sam moved his face to Kelly's crotch and began to lick at her pussy. 

"Wow, baby," Bill said softly, "You're already really wet." 

Kelly was afraid that Bill would figure out that most of the moisture was Sam's cum, but she moaned loudly to distract him. Kelly then worked her way around to do a 69. Practicing some of the skills that Sam had coached her on, Kelly fondled Bill's nuts and kissed his hard dick before taking all five inches into her mouth. After just a couple of minutes, Bill pulled himself off of Kelly's lips. 

"You're driving me crazy, honey," Bill said. "Oral sex has never felt so amazing. I'll cum in your mouth if we don't stop." 

Bill then nudged Kelly onto her back for the usual missionary position. He pushed his cock into Kelly, then had to double check to see if it was in. Kelly's pussy was still stretched out from Sam. Sensing that her husband was lost in her gaping hole, Kelly moved her legs from outside Bill's to inside so that she could squeeze Bill's cock with her thighs. 

Bill smiled and kissed Kelly as he began to successfully hump her. Kelly fantasized that she was fucking Sam again and it made it easier for her to act enthusiastic about the intercourse. 

Before very long, Bill muttered, "I love you with all my heart!" 

Kelly responded with "I love you too, honey," knowing that Bill would be cumming in a matter of seconds. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Bill grunted as he emptied his balls. 

Bill and Kelly laid there, connected, trading kisses until Bill's dick shrank and slipped out, even faster than usual. 

The husband and wife faced each other and held hands. 

"I'm sorry again that I doubted you," Bill almost whispered. "I know that you've always been honest with me." 

Kelly knew that the dreaded moment of truth had arrived. She took a deep breath and spoke. 

"When I told you last night that I had never fucked Sam it was the god's honest truth." 

"I know, baby," Bill said reassuringly. "You don't have to talk about it anymore." 

"I think I do," Kelly said somberly. "Because if I told you that now it wouldn't be the truth." 

Bill looked puzzled as he stared into Kelly's eyes, and after several moments, he asked, "What are you telling me?" 

Kelly thought to herself "here it comes" as she opened her mouth and said, "I'm telling you that I fucked Sam. Today." 

"You fucked him? You did? You fucked Sam today?" Sam asked loudly with a look of total disbelief on his face. 

"Yes, I did," Kelly said distinctly. "If you had apologized this morning, maybe I wouldn't have, but I think now that you and everyone else was right. It was bound to happen, and it did." 

Bill laid there, speechless. He and Kelly just stared at each other. They weren't holding hands anymore. 

Bill finally broke the silence and asked, "Did you like it?" 

"We're being honest, now, right?" Kelly asked, waiting for Bill's affirmative nod. "Well, yes, I did like it. I liked it a lot." 

"Was Sam that much better than me, as a lover I mean?" Bill asked timidly. 

"No, no, sweetheart," Kelly reassured him, being slightly less than honest. "Sex with him was different. He's bigger and stronger, and he's black, and his cock is huge, but I don't love him. I love you, honey, and I love being your wife." 

"Did you like it because he's black or because his cock is huge?" Bill asked. Kelly was a bit surprised that Bill seemed to be reacting with curiosity and not animosity. She was glad that he wanted to talk. 

"Both really," Kelly answered with a little chuckle. "I've never even touched a black man before, except for a handshake or something. But seeing and feeling his black skin against mine was - I don't know - exciting maybe? And his cock! It's really dark and powerful - twice as big as yours, honey. I'd never seen, or felt, anything like it." 

"What did it feel like?" Bill asked. 

"It was unreal! It looked amazing going into my pussy, and I didn't think I'd be able to take it all. But I did! My pussy was totally full of his cock and I felt every inch of it! Then he really showed me what a big cock is for! He fucked me and fucked me! All different ways!" 

Kelly cut herself off, thinking she was maybe saying too much. Then she noticed that Bill had his hand wrapped around his own cock and it was fully erect. 

"Honey, look at you!" Kelly said, smiling. "You're hard again! I don't think you've had two hard-ons in a row since our honeymoon!" 

"I guess it's just my weird way of reacting," Bill said with a smile. "But right now, I want to fuck you again really bad!" Bill's words were music to Kelly's ears and she liked that he was using the "f" word! 

Kelly and Bill passionately French kissed for a minute, then Bill moved on top of Kelly and pushed his cock into her. 

"I can't believe that I'm fucking the same pussy that fucked a black guy today!" Bill said before he picked up the pace and started pounding Kelly's cunt as hard as he could. Kelly again brought her legs together so that she and Bill could get the maximum effect. Since he had cum just a half-hour earlier, Bill was able to sustain himself much longer and the couple fucked for several minutes before Bill started grunting and shooting his semen. 

"That was the best ever!" Kelly panted, exaggerating just a bit. 

After they caught their breaths, Kelly and Bill laid together again, continuing their conversation. 

"So, do you think you got it out of your system?" Bill asked, adding, "the black-fucking, I mean." 

"No," Kelly said with a small smile. "I think I got it into my system. I really want to do it again. I feel like I need to, honey." 

"I thought you might say that," Bill said. "Do you know when you might want to see Sam again?" 

"Friday night," Kelly answered without hesitation. "Sam is planning to take me dancing and then we'll go back to his place, to, you know." 

"Well, I don't like to dance," Bill chuckled, "And we both know you're going to fuck him anyway, so I guess I'll have to go along with it." 

Kelly grinned from ear to ear, leaned over and gave Bill a kiss on the lips, and said, "I love you so much!" 

Kelly was on cloud nine, knowing that she now had a handsome black boyfriend with a big cock and a devoted husband who wouldn't cramp her style! 

Girl Talk 

The next morning Bill and Kelly didn't talk about Sam or the new developments in their relationship and they were very affectionate and friendly toward each other, perhaps subconsciously trying to shore-up their marriage and make their collective lives happier. Kelly gave Bill an extra kiss before he headed off to work. 

Closer to noon, Heather called and asked if she and Monica and Claire could come over to talk about all the exciting news they had to share. Kelly happily invited the girls to her place. 

Heather brought a baggie of weed and a bottle of wine and told Kelly it was just for them since Monica and Claire were both pregnant now. Kelly poured two glasses of wine and two of iced tea, then brought out her bong and fired it up, taking a big hit of smoke before passing it to Heather. 

"So, Kelly, you have to give us all the juicy details about fucking Sam," Monica said. The other two ladies chimed in, saying they wanted the scoop too. 

"Well, if anyone gets the credit, or the blame, it would have to be your husbands," Kelly said. 

"Our husbands?!" the girls exclaimed almost in unison. 

"That's right!" Kelly said with a grin. "When Bill went to the bar with your husbands I don't know exactly what was said, but he came home totally convinced that I was fucking Sam. We had a big fight and I told him that if he wants to believe I'm fucking Sam I might as well go ahead and do it. I called Sam after Bill left for work and an hour later I was naked at his place with his big black cock in my mouth!" 

Kelly took another hit off her bong, and after exhaling, she said, "You girls were right though! When he first kissed me I just about fainted. His lips are so soft!" 

"His lips are the only part of him that's soft," Claire quipped, causing everyone to laugh. 

Kelly continued, "But fucking Sam is so fucking incredible! If I had known what I was missing I would have made it happen weeks ago!" 

They all shook their heads and smiled knowingly. 

"So, does Bill know yet?" Claire asked. 

"Yeah, he knows," Kelly replied. "He was stunned at first, then he started asking me all about it and he wound up getting horny as hell!" 

"My husband did the same thing!" Monica said. 

"Mine too!" Claire agreed, nodding affirmatively. 

"And now you're knocked up, Claire!" Kelly said, smiling as she changed the subject. 

"Guilty!" Claire said with a laugh. "My mom is all excited that I'm pregnant but she doesn't know yet that my baby is black!" 

"I'm due in four months, and my mother is throwing a shower for me in a few weeks, but I still haven't told her that her grandchild won't be white," Monica chuckled. 

"Okay Kelly," Heather said, "Now you have to let Sam knock you up too so we can have our own little black baby play group here in the neighborhood!" 

"Don't hold your breath!" Kelly said loudly. 

The other three women all laughed and reminded Kelly that she had denied that she would ever fuck Sam, and now she was his black cock slut just like the rest of them. 

"Kelly, you'll have your own baby bump soon enough!" Claire predicted. 

After more chit chat and laughs, the women went their separate ways. Kelly was feeling no pain but was sober, for the most part, by the time Bill got home. 

Date night 

On Friday morning, Kelly and Bill went about their usual routine, sipping coffee and sharing small talk. There was no mention of Kelly's planned date with Sam except for an indirect reference when Kelly mentioned that she was going to have her nails done. Also, Kelly reminded Bill that she wasn't going to be fixing dinner. 

After Bill left, Kelly began to get a little anxious. The other wives had loaned her some clothes that they knew Sam would like. She had told them that the low cut top, short skirt, heels, and big hoop earrings would look awfully slutty and they assured her that that was the idea. The other girls also reminded her to wear extra makeup, but no perfume and no underwear. 

When Bill got home, Kelly was wearing a bathrobe and greeted him with a kiss, then asked him to meet her in the bathroom. Kelly said that she had shaved her legs and her pussy and she handed him her razor as she straddled the tub, asking him to check her carefully to make sure she didn't miss any stray hairs. 

"I couldn't handle my razor very well with these crazy long nails," Kelly said, showing Bill her hands with the inch-long, bright red, fake nails attached. "Everyone says black guys love these," Kelly said as she wiggled her fingers in the air. 

"Honey," Bill said, "I'm starting to have some second thoughts about this whole thing." 

"Well I'm not!" Kelly snapped. Then she gave Bill a smile and said, "I think we're both a little nervous about this, but it's going to be fun, for both of us, or maybe I should say, all of us." 

"Okay," Bill said sheepishly. "Well, it's after six so you better get dressed. I'll wait downstairs in case Sam gets here early." 




Good Neighbor Sam



Shortly before 7 pm the doorbell rang. Kelly was still upstairs so Bill answered the door. 

"Hey Sam," Bill said, "Come on in. Kelly's not ready. She never is." 

"Thanks Bill," Sam said as they somewhat awkwardly shook hands. "I've got to tell you, you're a lucky man being married to a woman like Kelly. She's so beautiful and so sweet. I really appreciate you sharing her with me." 

Bill didn't know quite what to say, so he just smiled and nodded his head, then pointed to the couch, signaling for Sam to sit. 

When Kelly descended the stairs, flashing a big smile with her glossy red lips, both men stood up and stared at her. 

"Wow, honey," Bill said, taken aback, "you look so different, but nice. Really nice." Bill couldn't think of a polite way of saying "you look like an unbelievably hot little slut!" 

Sam smiled widely and said, "Kelly, you look amazing!" 

Kelly looked at both men and walked over to Sam, as she had rehearsed in her mind all day. She placed both of her manicured hands on Sam's big arms and tilted her face up toward his, giving him a three-second kiss on the lips, right in front of Bill. 

Feeling compelled to say something, Bill smiled and said, "This is going to take some getting used to, but you two do make an incredible couple." Bill could feel himself becoming aroused at the sight of his wife touching and kissing a black man. He had envisioned it in his head, but it was so different, and so erotic, seeing it in real life. 

Kelly stepped over to Bill and gave him a peck on the lips and whispered "I love you". Then, just for the fun of it, she took one step backward and lifted the front of her miniskirt, flashing her naked pussy for Bill to see. 

"Well, we better be going," Sam said, still standing. 

"Okay, I'm ready," Kelly said, "Don't wait up for me, honey." 

Sam then put his arm around Kelly's waist and led her out the door. Neither one looked back at Bill. 

Bill wanted to look out the window to see his wife being driven away on her first date since they were married, but he didn't want to be seen staring, so he didn't look. Bill slipped his hand into his shorts and felt his stiff penis, then chastised himself for getting turned on seeing his wife kissing a black man and heading off with him to get herself fucked. 

Bill went to his computer, dropped his shorts on the floor, and sat bare-ass naked at the keyboard as he explored interracial sex websites. He had discovered the interracial sites after he talked with the other guys at the bar. He now took some solace in knowing that hundreds, maybe thousands, of women were "hot wives" who fucked black men with their husbands' consent. 

As Sam walked Kelly to his BMW she smiled, thinking that some of the neighbors might be watching. She felt naughty, hoping that they were. When they got to his car, Sam opened the passenger door for Kelly, something that Bill never did. 

Sam drove faster than Bill, Kelly noticed, and at every stop light, he leaned over to her and they kissed. She felt like a teenager again. 

"What nightclub are we going to, Sam?" Kelly asked. 

"It's a nice big place in my old neighborhood, Sam answered. "I'm sure you've never been there, white girl! But first, I want to stop off and get you a little something." 

"Okay," Kelly chuckled. "I like surprises." 

Sam turned into the shopping center across from the post office and parked outside the tattoo parlor. 

"I've been here before," Kelly said. "Don't tell me you're getting me a tattoo!" 

"Yeah baby," Sam said, "something special." 

Sam and Kelly walked into the tattoo parlor, holding hands, and Zeke the tattoo artist said "Hey Sam, good to see you again! And it's Kelly, right? I did your shoulder a couple weeks ago. You ready to get your Queen of Spades now?" 

Sam answered, saying, "Yeah, she's going to get one just like my other ladies." 

It occurred to Kelly that Sam was awfully presumptuous, deciding that she would be tattooed as he wished, but she didn't really mind and actually felt pretty special at that moment. 

Sam then told Zeke, "Put it on her left tit, low enough where it can be covered up but high enough where it shows in a bikini or a low cut dress. We want everyone at the pool or the nightclub to know that this cute little blondie is a slut for black cock!" 

The three of them laughed and Kelly shivered, thrilled at the idea that Sam was permanently marking her just for him. 

Kelly wasn't wearing a bra, so when she slipped her top off she had to expose both of her breasts. After complimenting Sam on Kelly's gorgeous boobs, Zeke went right to work on Kelly with his tattoo gun, and before long, he announced they were all done and he handed Kelly a mirror. 

"Oh wow!" Kelly smiled, examining the vivid, black Queen of Spades tattoo on her boob, "I really look hot now! I love it. Thank you, Sam!" She turned toward Sam and gave him a kiss. 

"It looks beautiful on you, baby," Sam said with a big smile. 

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Zeke asked Sam. 

"Not tonight, but I think Kelly's white skin could use a lot more color," Sam said as they both perused Kelly while she put her top back on. "Why don't you do her other shoulder, same as the left one, and between her shoulder blades, write 'Never Go Back' in fancy lettering. Then, give her a full sleeve on the left side." 

"You want to tattoo my whole arm?!" Kelly asked, a little bit shocked. 

"Just the left one," Sam said, running his fingers up and down her arm. "We'll leave your right arm pure white." 

"Well, I guess I'm gonna be all tatted up!" Kelly said, grinning. 

Zeke said, "Sounds good, Sam," then he told Kelly, "It's going to take a while to do all that ink, so just come by whenever you have a couple of hours and we'll do a little bit each time. 

Sam reached into his pocket and peeled off several large bills after Zeke quoted him a price. 

When she left the shop with Sam, Kelly made sure that her top was positioned so that her new spade tattoo would be visible to anyone sneaking a peak at her chest. 

Sam and Kelly then drove to a nightclub that Kelly never knew existed, mainly because it was in a predominantly black neighborhood and catered to a black clientele. Sam parked his car and they kissed again. For a brief moment, it occurred to Kelly that she was a married woman, and at that instant, Kelly realized she was wearing her wedding and engagement rings. Holding her left hand up in front of Sam, Kelly said, "Oh my god, Sam, should I take my rings off?" 

Sam laughed and said, "No baby, don't ever take your rings off. I want people to know that you're a married white woman who's dating this single black man. Just like that new tattoo on your tit, it tells everybody that you're a hot wife, and that you, my dear, have gone black." 

Kelly shivered and smiled and kissed Sam again. She reveled in the thought that she was now a "hot wife who's gone black" as Sam had described. Kelly felt both nervous and excited as Sam put his arm around her and walked her into the loud and dimly lit lounge. After her eyes adjusted to the lighting, Kelly could see that everyone inside, except for her, was black. She was thrilled, having never been in such a position or such a place. Sam seemed to know everyone, greeting everybody with a fist-bumping, finger-twisting handshake and a half-hug. Every one of the guys that Sam greeted smiled at Kelly and showered her with compliments about how good looking she was. She loved it! 

Sam led Kelly to a table near the back wall and he ordered drinks. Kelly requested a rum and coke, the only cocktail that she had ever cared for. Then Sam led her to the dance floor. Kelly had never listened to rap music or urban hip hop, but she started moving to the pounding bass and took an instant liking to it. Several times, Kelly felt a hand patting her ass and Sam didn't seem to mind, except for one time when a guy slipped his hand under her skirt and squeezed her bare butt cheek. Sam sternly told the brother "no more" and the interloper immediately moved away. When they returned to their table, Sam and Kelly ordered more drinks and kissed passionately. Under the table, Sam eased his hand under the front of Kelly's skirt and fingered her pussy, finding that it was warm and sopping wet. Kelly smiled and moaned quietly. 

Sam and Kelly spent nearly three hours at the club, dancing, kissing, drinking, and naughtily touching each other's private parts. Sam asked Kelly if she was ready to go and she responded with "whenever you are." In actuality, Kelly was feeling very horny and could hardly wait to crawl into Sam's bed and get herself fucked! 

They arrived back at Sam's townhouse and immediately headed up the stairs. Kelly began stripping off her clothes on the way up the steps and was naked when they reached the bedroom. 

Kelly plopped herself on the bed, lying on her back with her arms and legs spread wide apart, and a smile on her face. As Sam casually undressed he gazed at Kelly and said, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!" 

"Promises, promises," Kelly chuckled, "I've never wanted to get fucked more than I do right now!" 

The two lovers then embraced each other on the sheets and engaged in a bevy of foreplay, licking, sucking and kissing before Sam moved in between Kelly's leg and worked his big black cock into her well-lubricated pussy. They fucked in a half-dozen different positons, with Sam on top, Kelly on top, side-by-side, sitting up, and doggie-style. 

Kelly must have experienced a dozen orgasms before Sam finally had his, shoving his cock deep into Kelly before shooting his huge load of cum into her. 

The couple laid together, panting and gently touched each other. Kelly reached between her legs and slipped three fingers into her pussy, then brought them up into view, dripping with Sam's slimy goo. 

"That's another gallon of cum that you've pumped into my belly," she chuckled. 

"Yeah," Sam said, chuckling himself, "But it's all going to waste as long as you're on the pill." 

Kelly just smiled as she looked at her cum-covered hand and thought about all the millions of microscopic black sperm she was holding. She marveled at the thought that just one drop would be enough to fertilize her egg and plant a black baby in her womb. But, the little pill she took every day prevented that. 

Still lying on the bed, Sam reached over to his night stand and picked up a blunt and a lighter. He lit the marijuana-laced cigar, took a deep drag, then held it to Kelly's lips. She smiled and took a deep drag herself, then exhaled, blowing the potent smoke toward the ceiling. They smoked for several minutes, then as the intoxicating effects began to sweep over them, they started making out and were soon fucking every-which-way once again. 

By the time that Kelly and Sam finished their fuck-fest it was after 4 a.m. Kelly opted to just spend the rest of the night in Sam's bed, snuggling in his arms. When Bill awoke at about 8 o'clock Saturday morning he was surprised to see that Kelly was not home. He became worried and called her cell. Kelly answered with a groggy hello. She told Bill that they got in late and said she didn't want to wake him, so she stayed at Sam's. 

"Are you coming home now?" Bill asked. 

"Uh, yeah, in an hour or so," Kelly mumbled, still half asleep. 

"Now that you're awake, why don't you just come home now?" 

Kelly wasn't really in the mood for a lot of discussion, so she told Bill, "My phone ringing just woke Sam too, and now he's starting to suck on my tit, so I'm guessing that he wants to want to fuck me again. (Kelly whispered something inaudible and giggled). We'll just fuck one more time, then I'll be home and I'll spend the rest of the weekend with you. Okay honey?" 

Bill said okay and Kelly hung up. 

Wednesday afternoon 

It was about 4 o'clock on Wednesday afternoon when Kelly heard her phone ring. She smiled as she saw on the caller ID that Sam was calling. 

"Hello, Sam," Kelly answered seductively, "How is my handsome black boyfriend doing today?" 

"I'm good, baby," Sam said, "Except that my cleaning lady is here and she's running the vacuum all over the place. I need to get out of here for a while and I wondered if you're busy right now." 

Kelly responded, "No, I'm not busy. You know I'd love to have you come over here, but Bill is going to be home in a couple of hours, or maybe sooner. 

"You worried about him catching us in the act?" Sam asked with a chuckle. 

"Well, it would be a little awkward, you know," Kelly said. 

"So what? Who cares?" Sam said bluntly. "You kissed me in front of him the other night, and he knows we're fucking each other, so what's the difference? Do you want me to fuck you now or not?" 

"Yes, yes," Kelly responded a little desperately. "Of course I want you to fuck me! Why don't you come right over and I'll prove it." 

"I'll see you in five minutes," Sam stated as he ended the call. 

Kelly understood Sam's logic. It really wouldn't be much of a surprise for Bill to actually see her fucking Sam, but she still hoped that maybe Bill would be running late so she could avoid the situation, this time at least. Kelly thought that if she stripped off her clothes it would expedite their sex a little, so when Sam arrived at her door she greeted him stark naked. 

"Oh baby," Sam said, grinning widely, "I like the way you're dressed!" 

As they kissed in the living room, Sam's big hands fondled Kelly's luscious bare breasts. 

"That Queen of Spades looks really nice on your tit," Sam said softly. 

"I know," Kelly giggled. "I keep looking at it in the bathroom mirror! I love it but Bill doesn't care for it too much. I told him to get used to it, and I let him know that you're going to get me tattooed all over." 

Bill then pulled a baggie of marijuana out of his shorts pocket and said, "I brought you some weed. Why don't we smoke some now?" 

"I'd love to," Kelly replied with an evil grin. "I really like getting fucked while I'm high! 

In the back of her mind, though, Kelly was actually a little apprehensive, thinking there would be no way they could hit her bong and then finish their fucking before Bill's arrival. 

Kelly brought her bong over to the coffee table in front of the couch and Sam joined her there. As she loaded some weed in the bowl and fumbled with her lighter Sam was running his hands all over her naked body, causing her to wiggle and giggle. 

"Sam," Kelly admonished him, "Control yourself and let me take a hit!" Again, Sam was in no hurry but Kelly was anxious to get buzzed and get fucked before Bill got home. Glancing at the clock she could see it was almost 4:30 already. Finally, Kelly was able to flick her lighter and inhale a big cloud of smoke, which she playfully exhaled in Sam's direction. Sam did the same after he took his first hit. After they had passed the bong back and forth four more times, Kelly put it down and attacked Sam's mouth with hers. Sam reciprocated and began to fondle her boobs and skillfully rub her pussy. 

Sam then abruptly picked up Kelly and tossed her over his shoulder, holding her with one arm, her bare ass in the air and her face pointing toward the floor with her long hair falling in her eyes. She laughed and screamed "put me down!" as Sam carried her up the stairs like a big sack of potatoes. 

Entering the master bedroom, Sam gently dropped Kelly on the bed. She laughed as she bounced on the mattress. Sam then pulled off his shorts, freeing his hardening penis, and he lowered himself onto his blonde sex-mate. Kelly was already feeling the effects of the pot they had smoked. Time began to stand still and she was no longer able, nor did she care to, think about how many minutes would elapse before her husband arrived. The drug heightened her sensitivity and she could feel every inch of Sam's black skin as it rubbed against her pale body. Kelly nudged Sam to roll over and she moved around to take his cock between her lips. She was able to take most of it into her mouth and down her throat and Sam began to moan and whisper "Oh, yeah, baby, suck my cock." After some time, Sam eased Kelly's head away from his cock. She went to his face and they kissed deeply, Kelly supposing that she was giving her lover a taste of himself. Still on his back, Sam then began shifting himself on the sheets to bring his cock in contact with Kelly's pussy. Kelly gasped as she felt the first few inches of Sam entering her. She was sopping wet and was able to completely work his cock into herself with no great effort. Kelly propped her hands, still adorned with long red nails, on Sam's chest and began to raise and lower herself, slowly at first, then faster, achieving her first orgasm fairly quickly. 

Sam then lifted Kelly off of him and they moved into the doggie-style position. Sam easily shoved his cock into Kelly's pussy, which was well-stretched at that point. 

After mounting Kelly from behind, Sam went deliberately slowly, drawing his cock out an inch at a time, then pushing it back in, all the way in, at the same pace. Every time Sam pushed in, Kelly grunted out a "nnhhh" sound. She was in ecstasy and uttered the noise every few seconds. 

nnhhh, nnhhh, nnhhh, nnhhh ... 

"Oh, hey Bill," Sam suddenly muttered, having spotted Kelly's husband standing just outside the bedroom door, watching them fuck. 

Kelly was startled and tried to pull away from Sam, but Sam didn't let her, holding her hips tightly with his hands and keeping his cock well imbedded in her body. Sam continued his rhythmic fucking motion while Kelly tried to assuage Bill. 

"Bill, honey" Kelly said as she twisted her head to see him, still on the bed on her hands and knees, "we lost track of - nnhhh - time. I thought we'd be - nnhhh - done before you got - nnhhh - home. We'll be - nnhhh - finished soon - nnhhh - Oh, fuck - nnhhh." 

"Come on in and watch if you like," Sam suggested to Bill. "It's your bedroom, too. 

Kelly tried to speak again, "Bill, you can - nnhhh - take your pants off - nnhhh - if you want to - nnhhh - and sit in the - nnhhh - chair by the bed - oh shit!- nnhhh - I'm gonna fucking cum! - nnhhh" - I'm fucking cumming! - Oooooh, Ooooh, Oohhh! 

Bill kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers on the floor, then sat in the bedside chair. From that angle he could see Kelly's face and most of her naked body. Her tits swung like pendulums in time with Sam's thrusts. Bill could glimpse Sam's dark and massive cock as it slid in and out of his wife's pussy. Bill saw and heard from three feet away the ecstatic groans that his wife continued to emit after her orgasm. Without even thinking, Bill slipped his hand into his underwear, eased out his own nominal-sized, rock-hard cock, and began to slowly stroke it as he watched Kelly fuck. 

"Kelly," Sam said with some effort, "Tell Bill how much you like my black cock." 

"Oh Bill," Kelly moaned, making eye contact with her husband, "I fucking love Sam's big black cock - nnhhh - I love it! - nnhhh - nnhhh - it feels so - nnhhh - fucking good! - nnhhh - he fucks me so good -nnhhh. 

"Kelly," Sam said again, "Are you ever going to stop fucking my black cock?" 

Kelly shouted, "Oh, fuck no! - nnhhh - No fucking way - nnhhh - my pussy was made - nnhhh - for a big black cock! - nnhhh - Bill, sweetheart - nnhhh - I'm a black cock slut now! 

Bill had gone from stroking his dick to shamelessly jacking off in front of his rutting wife and her lover. 

"Kelly," Sam said, "I'm getting ready. Tell Bill where you want me to cum." 

"Oh, fuck! - nnhhh - I want you to cum - nnhhh - in my pussy. Bill, I love it - nnhhh - when Sam cums in my - nnhhh - fucking pussy. His big black cock - nnhhh - just explodes and it's like he - nnhhh - it's like he blasts my belly with cum - nnhhh - on the inside. - nnhhh - When he cums - nnhhh - it makes me cum too - nnhhh - I fucking love it so much! - nnhhh -