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The Neighbor's Wife

By: PULLNPITCH



Well, I would like to say the story just started, but it was actually 6 years ago when we moved here. My name is Paul and my wife's name is Kathy. I'm 6'4" 190 lbs and Kathy is 5'7" 128 lbs with the prettiest 36C breasts you could imagine. We just got married a year prior and were extremely active in the bedroom for a mid thirty's couple. Our house backed right up to our neighbor's house, which now is a blessing. Our neighbor's are from New York, Ann being 5'1" 112 lbs, brown hair and a pair of 34C's that makes me rock hard every time I see them. Her husband Mike is 6'3" 215 lbs and in pretty good shape. 

Over the last 6 years we have become very close with Mike and Ann and do a lot of things together. I often look out the back windows in the dark just to try and get a look at Ann changing or getting out of the shower and even doing the late night swims with her husband. I've seen Ann naked on numerous occasions and Mike once or twice. Every time we would get together I would always try and get a look at Ann or be next to her. Her breasts are just so damn hypnotic. At the end of the evening I would get the normal lecture from my wife Kathy. 

On one occasion I was looking out the back window about a month ago and I was watching Ann and Mike having sex in their pool. I had my binoculars in one hand and my dick in the other. I was stoking my cock to the rhythm they were keeping. I could see the look on Ann's face and new she was about to cum and this drove my desire even more. Just when I was about to go over the top our laundry room door opened and there was my wife. I told her what I was doing and being the wife she is, she peered through the blinds and stroked my cock for me. Sex was good that night, but all I kept thinking about were Ann's breasts. I told Kathy this and for the strangest reason she wasn't upset. She said I could look, but touching was another story.

So, here we are present day and three weeks after my birthday. On my birthday Kathy, Mike, Ann and I went to the air show. We drove over to pick up Ann and Mike and god let me tell you Ann came out in a black spandex skirt and a blue low cut top. This was going to be a hard day in both aspects. All through the air show I kept my sunglasses on and kept looking down Ann's shirt to see her Blue Victoria Secret bra. All I could think about was how lucky Mike was to be able to fondle and suck on the perfect breasts. 

The air show was over and we all went back to Mike and Ann's house for supper and some drinks. When we got to their house Mike got us some beer. The ladies requested some Margarita's for gang. I got my drink and went over to the couch and sat down on the long end. They have a wrap around couch. Kathy came over and sat on the short end of the couch and Mike was in the kitchen. Ann came in the living room got her drink and sat down on the floor by my feet right where I could see down her shirt. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the pure desperation, but I told Ann "You look hot in your outfit." Ann sat back looked at Kathy and stood up looked me in the eyes and said, "What did you just say?" I thought oh shit I'm dead and her husband will want to kill me. Then I said, " You look good in that outfit." 

Ann said, " That's what I thought you said and called for Mike." 

Ann told Mike what I said and that she needed help getting my birthday present. Ann walked out and came back in wearing a clown outfit and said, "Where do you want your present?" 

I said," Right here if that's okay." Ann looked at Kathy then at me and smiled a devilish smile and said, "Happy Birthday" as she pulled off the clown outfit. Oh, my god. There was Ann standing in front of me wearing a black teddy and thong underwear. 

My heart skipped a few beats as I looked at my wife. Kathy smiled and said, " I didn't know what to get you for your birthday, so what better gift." By this time my cock was already rock hard and fighting my jeans. Ann looked at Kathy and said, " You weren't kidding were you." Kathy said, " Nope you can give him or do whatever you want for his birthday." Ann looked at me her eyes changed and suddenly I saw the passion from that night in the pool. Ann walked in front of me and slowly slid the string straps off her shoulders. I reached my hand up to touch the fruit that had been forbidden for so many years. As my shaking hand touched her right breast, it seemed to just melt into it. They were perfect and now they were mine. 

I turned to look for Mike and there he was smiling and said, " Happy Birthday and enjoy yourself." Ann straddled my lap with her pussy resting on my cock. Ann looked at me and said, " I want you to do to me what you've wanted to for the past 6 years." I was sliding my hands up and down the outsides of her thighs all the way to her ass and up to her breasts. I shifted my position so I could get one of those breasts in my mouth. I licked my tongue around her nipple taking it into my mouth and kissing the soft flesh under her breast. 

As I looked to my wife to tell her thank you, but my mouth dropped open as she was fondling her own breast. Kathy looked at me and said," This is kind of a present for me too." I then looked at Ann and told her I wanted to see her completely naked. She stood up cupping her breasts and pulled them up to kiss and lick each nipple. Ann said, "Do you want to pull down my panties or do you want me to remove them?" I said, "I want to remove them." Ann walked up to the edge of the couch and put her hands behind her head and said, "I'm all yours lover." I sat up and grabbed the elastic band of her thong and slowly pulled them down just enough to see her trimmed pussy.

I leaned forward and put my nose right to the edge of her wet pussy and blew softly. Ann looked down and said, "If you keeping doing that I'll cum right now." With that I removed her thong all the way and there in front of me was the nicest pussy with hot swollen lips just begging to be licked. I took my right hand and placed it up between her legs reaching up to the bottom of her spine. I slowly slid it down pushing up between her ass cheeks deliberately stopping at her brown button. As I wiggled my finger around and pushed up Ann let out a soft moan. 

I said, "Ann I want you to get up on the couch and straddle my face." As Ann moved to my face my wife got up and came over and started sucking my cock. This was almost too much of a fantasy. Ann rocked back and forth grinding her pussy into my face. Ann reached down and pulled my head into her pussy, slamming my tongue into her hot little hole. By now I could taste her precum and that made me even hotter and sucked her pussy that much harder. Kathy stopped sucking my cock only for the reason to come up and start licking Ann's ass. Just the idea of my wife's mouth and mine, touching while licking another woman's pussy and ass. WOW!!

Out of the blue I hear Mike, "Are you going to fuck Ann or what?" Ann looked down and said, "It's your Birthday lover." Kathy sat on the floor with her head back on the couch as Ann got on her hands and knees over her face. Kathy reached up and stroked my cock a few times as she prepared me for a six-year-old fantasy. As I looked down my cock was beat red and pulsing. Kathy's tongue was hard at work on Ann's pussy. I licked my thumb and slid it up and down Ann's crack until Kathy guided my cock to Ann's pussy. I stuck just the head in to savor the moment and slide in slowly. Ann gasped and her head dropped to the back of the sofa as she pushed herself back into me. 

I pulled back for a long slow stroke and slammed in on her hard. I could feel Kathy's tongue licking her wet dripping cunt occasionally hitting my cock. I could hear Kathy moaning and after looking behind me knew why. There on the floor between my wife's legs was Paul just going to town on her pussy. This was making me hotter and hotter and hotter. I didn't know where to look, but down at my cock going into Ann's pussy. Ann's breathing was increasing and so was mine as I picked up the pace. I was fucking like a wild horse on a mission. Kathy reached up and squeezed my balls gently applying pressure. She slid her hand back rubbing her middle finger on my anal hole. 

The next thing I knew Ann started to cum and thrust herself back hard on me to meet my thrusts. Ann was gasping for air as was I and just when I was about to cum Kathy shoved her finger up my ass. That was more than I could bear and I shot my hot load of cum in Ann's cunt. Kathy was lapping up any cum that slipped out. As I spent my load I leaned forward and cupped both of Ann's breasts and squeezed them not wanting to let go. As my cock got smaller and slipped out of that hot wet cunt, Kathy was there to lick it clean. 

As I climbed off of Ann and sat on the couch next to my wife's head I asked Ann to sit on my lap so I could lick her tits and rub her pussy while her husband Paul sucked Kathy off to a toe curling orgasm. I looked down at Kathy and said thanks. Kathy said," Don't thank me it was Ann's idea." Ann smiled and said, "If I only knew six years ago what I know now."

"Damn what a waste of some good times." Paul looked up and said," Hey buddy at least you got to fuck my wife." I just smiled and said, " Turnabout is fair play", but that's another story.

The Neighbor's Wife



It was a warm, sunny day and I decided to go outside and tend my flowers. Mike and I decided to give up our apartment and rent a house in the suburbs. It gave us much more privacy and I liked to spend more time outside gardening. Even a dominatrix can care for such delicate things as flowers.

As I was digging, I heard a splash from next door. I peaked my head over the bushes and saw my neighbor's wife swimming in their large, outdoor pool. I was jealous because my house didn't have one, but I was even more jealous when I saw her climb out of the pool. She was tall and shapely with long legs and a gorgeous body. Her husband must be a lucky man. I peered through the bushes as she emerged from the pool and toweled off. She lay on a lounge chair and started to put lotion on her smooth body. I watched with interest as she untied the top of her bikini and pulled it so she could rub lotion on her breasts. They were perfectly shaped and her large nipples were hardening from the cool water. I never really considered myself a voyeur but I was extremely turned on from watching her.

Just as she moved her hands down to her bikini bottoms, I heard my back door open.

"Spying already, Diana?"

It was Mike.

I quickly put my head down and turned to shush him.

He laughed and walked out into the yard with a tall glass of lemonade. He handed it to me and crouched down. I showed him the opening I was looking through.

"Wow...", he whispered.

"I know."

We watched the woman spread more lotion across her now naked body. She carefully worked it along her stomach down to the top of her neatly trimmed mound. Then very slowly she ran her hand across the top of her pussy, slowly at first then a little faster. She looked around to make sure she was alone before she actually pushed a finger inside of her. We saw her open her legs wider and she began to rub herself in earnest. 

The whole feeling was strange to me, not ever watching someone masturbate without knowing they were being watched. It was exciting and I think Mike felt that way too. I could see a bulge forming in his shorts.

Unfortunately we couldn't hear any moaning or sighing from this distance, but clearly she was getting off on playing with herself. Every once and a while her hand would glide up to her breast where she would tweak a nipple or cup one full, tanned breast. This went on for several agonizing minutes in which I though I would cum myself. Then finally we saw her arch her back high and cum very hard.

Apparently it was too much for Mike - he grabbed me and we went inside and had a good long fuck. I kept thinking about that woman the whole time.

About a week later we were finally introduced to her husband and found out some very interesting things.

I arrived home from some shopping to find Mike and a man I had never seen before drinking on the front porch. The man was clearly drunk. I looked at him - he was older than us, but pretty good-looking. He had a great tan and short, wavy black hair. Mike introduced him to me as our neighbor, Steve. I smiled at him and then realized he was the husband of the woman next door.

"Nice to meet you, Steve," I smiled warmly.

"Same here," he said smiling back. It was an interesting smile - almost like he knew something. I looked quickly at Mike and he winked.

We made some small talk for a while and I asked him if he wanted to come inside and have something to eat with us. I figured I ought to be 'neighborly'.

As I was preparing dinner I asked Steve where his wife was.

"Oh, you mean Dawn? Well, she's probably out with some of her friends." He seemed a little bitter in his remark.

I said nothing and continued to chop vegetables for the salad.

"Steve told me that she doesn't want to have sex with him anymore," Mike said.

I almost cut off my finger.

"What? Mike...I don't think..."

Steve just laughed.

"It's ok. Us guys have progressed pretty far in our conversations." He took a sip of his drink. "Yeah, it's true. I guess she got bored of it."

I thought back to the other day and thought otherwise, but didn't say anything.

Steve went on: "She doesn't respond to anything - it's like she just gave up on it. Plus, she's a bitch all the time. Doesn't respect me at all."

I narrowed my gaze at Steve. "Really?" I was intrigued now.

"Yeah, she doesn't care about anyone but herself. She's always out spending my money or hanging out with friends. If she wasn't such an ice-queen, I 'd say she was cheating on me, but I doubt it."

I said nothing and went back to preparing dinner. The conversation was dropped for the moment and we went on to other things. We had a good meal and it was apparent that Steve had sobered up a little. He thanked us profusely and went home. I saw that there were lights on at his house. No doubt Dawn was there.

Later while we were in bed, Mike told me about the conversation he had with Steve. He told him that I was a dominatrix and that Steve immediately perked up when he heard that.

"Did you tell him I don't discipline men?"

"No, no", Mike laughed. "He wants you to take care of his wife Dawn."

"Oh?"

"You heard him at dinner. He couldn't ask you himself, but he really wants you to 'break her in' as he said."

I laughed. "I could do that, but you sure he really meant it?"

"I think so, but I'll wait until he calls me about it or stops by."

"Hmmm...well, I'm definitely up for the challenge. It's been hard to get any of my slaves out here for a good b&d weekend."

"I know. Hopefully this will be the thing. It sounds like she might be a challenge."

"Oh, I'm always up for a challenge," I said mischievously.

A few days later Mike told me Steve was coming over. He thought he might be ready to talk about Dawn again. True to his word, he was. He said that he was going out of town for the weekend without Dawn. He thought that we might invite her over then see what happens. I didn't think he knew exactly what I did, but it was clear Mike clued him in about some my previous activities.

He didn't stay long, I think he was a little nervous about the whole thing. I reassured him that everything would be just fine. When he got back, he would have a slut waiting for him.

Friday afternoon took forever to get here. All week I was anxious and horny. I wanted to break in this little slut. I knew she was a slut at heart after watching her masturbate by the pool that day. She just needed a little training.

We had arranged that Dawn would come over for dinner that evening and she arrived about a half hour later than I had asked for. I didn't say anything, but filed that away for later. When she came to the door, I was again taken by her beauty. Her short, brown hair was tucked a little behind the ears. She wore a little make-up and blue, cotton sundress. I smiled and let her in.

We sat outside and drank wine and talked while Mike cooked. While she talked I tried to analyze her and found that she was definitely wishing she was somewhere else. I kept my smile plastered on as we chatted and patiently waited for Mike to finish cooking.

Even after a glass of wine, Dawn didn't loosen all that much. Clearly she had some other agenda then spend time with neighbors. I smiled to myself thinking how she would look trussed up with a gag in her mouth and dildo up her cute little ass.

Finally the time arrived for us to get into motion. Dinner was finished and the dishes were cleared away. Mike and I agreed from the start to just tell her what was going to happen and get right down to it before she could do anything about it. 

"Dawn, it was very nice of you to come over for dinner. However, I don't think you will be leaving right now."

She looked at us strangely. "Oh, I didn't mean to rush out...I have, some, ah..."

She looked from Mike to I with confusion on her face. I saw that confusion and instantly took advantage of it. I walked right up to her and pinned her against the wall. Even though she was a bit taller than me, I was stronger from working out all the time.

"For this weekend, you're mine, you bitch," I hissed in her face.

"What...what do you mean?"

"Whether you like it or not, you are going to be our sex slave."

She gasped and sputtered. "You can't do this. My husband-"

"Your husband wanted us to do this!" I said and laughed cruelly.

Her face showed a look of complete shock and she shook her head. "Believe what you want, but for the next few days you will learn how to serve us both."

Mike grabbed one arm and I grabbed the other and we led her downstairs to our little 'torture chamber'.

When we moved in, we thought the basement was the perfect place to entertain our 'guests'. Actually, there wasn't anything sinister or dark about it. It was a nice cozy room where we could play without anyone seeing or hearing what was going on. We forced Dawn down the stairs into the room and pushed her face down on the couch.

Knowing she would struggle, I already had everything set up. Mike and I quickly tied her arms from wrist to elbow behind her back. I yanked her head up and applied the ball gag, pulling the straps tight. She fought and squirmed until we tied a rope around her waist to her arms. That left the problem of her legs. I decided to bend them at the knee and tie her calves to her thighs so she couldn't kick. Both us sweated and grunted trying to get her in this position, but we finally did it.

I slumped in my chair with a drink and gazed at our toy on the couch. She had her head turned away from us and was breathing hard. Her dress had slid up just a bit showing us a glimpse of very sexy panties. Mike and I looked at each other and I went over to lift the dress up higher. She had on white lace panties - definitely not the kind you would wear if you were going to your neighbor's house for dinner.

"Looks like you definitely had other plans tonight sweetie," I said sarcastically. "No doubt your husband would have liked to known that."

She couldn't reply, but she was pissed off. She turned her head and glared at us. Mike just laughed.

"Ok, let's get her ready," I said, getting down to business.

I selected a nice, big vibrator and lubed it up well. Mike forced her legs open and I slid it in deep and turned it on. The sound of humming filled the air. Next I got a small butt plug and similarly lubed it up. Muffled screams met my ears as I pushed it in and I realized she probably never had anything up there. 

Once both devices were secure, we went upstairs to have some coffee and relax for a bit. All the while our little slut lay bound and gagged below. I wondered if she would cum while we left her alone.

It was almost an hour before we went back down. We found Dawn covered in sweat and laying limp. I pulled out the butt plug quickly and she jerked awake. When I pulled the vibe out of her pussy, it was covered with cum. I showed it to Mike and he grinned.

"Looks like the slut came at least once," I said. "Did you?" There was no movement from her. I yanked her head up by her hair. "I said: did you, bitch?"

I dropped her head back down and she tried to nod yes.

"Good girl. It will make it easier for Mike when he fucks you."

Her eyes went wide but I ignored that as we helped her up to her knees. I untied the leg bindings and removed the gag. Only her hands were still bound. We forced her onto her knees as she gasped for air. Mike pushed his shorts down to let his cock spring free. He wasted no time and began to rub it along her lips and face. She kept her mouth tightly shut.

I stepped over to her and slapped her face hard. "Open your mouth, you bitch and take his cock!"

She glared at me and said nothing. I hit her again and she whimpered, but her mouth opened. Mike immediately thrust it in and started fucking it. He grasped her head in his hands and used her mouth like a fuckhole, pumping hard. I watched him abuse her slut mouth and felt myself getting incredibly turned on. Again, the image of her playing with herself that day turned in my mind. I knew she was a true slut.

Mike stopped fucking her mouth and pushed her on her stomach. He spread her legs wide and yanked her panties down and off. His throbbing cock stood at attention and began to enter her cunt. She cried out in pain and he forced his way in. She was lucky his cock was lubed and she had cum - it could have been worse. Mike had a large 9 inch cock that I never tired of. He poked and stabbed at her tight hole and smacked her ass a few times with his hand. He was definitely enjoying himself as he rammed her from behind. Dawn moaned, but I wasn't sure if it was in pain or pleasure. I was hoping for a little of both.

Mike humped her viciously for lots of long strokes. Just when he was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot his load all over her lovely tight ass. He groaned loudly as his jizz spurted and coated her. I almost came watching him. Dawn merely whimpered underneath him.

When Mike was done, he went upstairs to watch TV and let me be alone with her. I let Dawn go in the small bathroom to clean up and use the toilet. When she came out, I was lying naked on the couch. She still had her dress on - it was rumpled and she was trying to smooth it out.

"I think you should take that off, don't you think?" I asked.

"Um..y-yes...maybe..."

She looked disheveled and a little shell-shocked from the evening's activities. I decided to let her off easy. There was plenty of time to work on her tomorrow.

"Go on, take it off. I want to see those tits close up."

She pulled the dress up and over her head and dropped it on the floor. I looked up at her and saw the lacy, push-up bra. It was very low cut and sexy.

"Well, it definitely looks like you were planning to do other things this evening. I'm sure you will enjoy this much more. Now take off the bra."

She reached back to unhook her bra. I watched her breasts stick out as her arms went behind her back. Dawn slowly pushed the bra straps off her shoulders and pulled it away from her body. My breath came quick as I gazed at her lovely breasts and her large nipples that were already hardening. I desperately wanted to suck them and make them harder and long, but I would wait until tomorrow. Right now, I had to get off in a big way.

I leaned back and opened my legs wide.

"Kneel before me, slut. You're going to lick my pussy until I cum."

Her eyes widened when I said that.

"But, I...I don't do women..."

"I don't care what you do! I'm telling you to kneel before, now get to work, you worthless slut!"

I glared at her until she got on her knees. She leaned forward slightly, looking at my moist pussy lips. It delighted me to no end that she didn't want to do this.

She stopped moving and looked at me hopelessly. I sighed and grabbed her hair and pushed her face in my crotch.

"Start licking. I'm sure you'll know what to do. Don't tell me you've never had a man lick your sluttly little cunt before?"

She shook her head slightly.

"Ok, so figure it out."

She used her fingers to pull my lips apart, exposing my throbbing clit. This bitch was turning me on and I couldn't wait too much longer. Her tongue tentatively snaked out to lick the outer lips of my slit. Just the slightness of it was enough to send shivers up and down my spine. "The faster you do this, the quicker you can go to bed."

That was all she needed. Her tongue pushed its way into my warm, wet walls. I sighed as she began to lick from end of my slit the other. I encouraged her to find my clit and start nibbling it. When she did, a spasm went through me. I couldn't believe I had this hot little bitch naked in my house eating me out.

My moaning and squirming encouraged her and she went faster - licking, nibbling and fucking my pussy with her tongue. I wondered briefly if she was inexperienced as she said she was. Pretty soon I could feel my whole body tensing. I clamped my hands on her head and suddenly I screamed out that I was cumming. I spasmed hard and I knew my cum was coating her face. Just that thought alone sent me over the edge and I came very hard.

She rode my orgasm for a while before pulling away. I slumped back exhausted from finally expelling all that pent up sexual energy. When I knew I was going to be training a slave, I refrained from sex for a week. It made the orgasm unbelievable when I finally got the release.

When I recovered, I pulled Dawn to her feet and kissed her so I could taste my cum. It was still smeared across her lips and face. She let me kiss her, but she didn't really return it. That was ok - I just wanted to taste myself.

"Ok, Dawn. That is enough for tonight. You can sleep down here."

I showed her where the blankets and pillows were and went upstairs.

"Don't even think about leaving - there is no way out of this basement."

I closed the door and locked it leaving her alone.

Part 2

Before I let Dawn upstairs for breakfast the next morning, I explained the rules. She had to call me 'Mistress' and Mike 'Sir'. She wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to. She was required to be naked at all times and her primary purpose was to please both Mike and I sexually. She also had to serve anyone else we ordered her to. If she failed to obey us, she would be treated badly, but we would not physically harm her. And above all, we knew she was cheating on her husband, so we could always tell him.

Dawn accepted this quietly with a slight look of defiance in her eyes as she joined us for breakfast. She ate sparingly and was slightly uncomfortable about being naked while we were both dressed. Mike and I talked as if she wasn't there and then had her clean the kitchen after we ate.

When she was done, I had her come into the bathroom with me.

"Your pussy must be shaved," I announced. "I will do it myself, but it is more enjoyable for me if you are restrained. Let me see your hands."

To each hand, I attached leather cuffs which can be used to attach her to anything I want. I secured them to a rope and looped it over the shower curtain rod. Next I attached cuffs to her ankles and had her spread her legs wide. Each ankle was attached to a spreader rod.

I stepped back and admired this luscious beauty before me. It would be a pleasure to shave her.

I started by coating her pussy with warm water and soap. I rubbed the soap into the soft down of her pubic hair, making sure I got the whole area. Each time my hand stroked her soft lips, her body tensed slightly.

I started shaving the edges of her hair first then gradually moving to the sensitive lips of her pussy. She shuddered with each stroke, but she was quiet. I was definitely enjoying myself watching her twitch and squirm. When I got the most sensitive area, I pushed my fingers inside her slit and felt it slick and warm.

"You're enjoying this slut, aren't you?"

She said nothing, but her body was betraying her.

After I scraped off all her hair, I rinsed the soap and hair from her bare mound and patted it dry. I ran my hand over the smooth skin several times before I stood up.

"Since you did so well with that, you can have a little treat."

I got a butterfly clit stimulator and inserted that in her pussy. I tied it around her waist and turned it on. A soft humming noise filled the air and she closed her eyes.

"I am going to leave you alone for a while - enjoy yourself." I smiled at her and left the room, softly shutting the door.

It must have been at least an hour before I went back in the bathroom to check on her. Dawn's head was slumped down and there was thin coating of sweat between her breasts, on her stomach and on her back. I knelt down and shut the clit stimulator off and pulled it off. She raised her head and looked at me with dazed eyes. The stimulator and her thighs were covered with cum. It was obvious that she had cum several times. I looked at her clit and it was large and swollen. I knew that between her large nipples and clit, I could spend much time sucking them.




The Neighbor's Wife



"It looks like you came...I'm going to untie you and let you shower. When you're done, we'll have some more fun," I said cheerily as I untied her. 

She groaned softly as her muscles were no longer stretched taut. I watched her stumble into the shower and turn on the hot water and close the curtains. 

When she was done, we went downstairs. Mike was waiting for us naked. His large, semi-erect cock was flopped against his leg. I very much wanted to see it in Dawn's every fuckhole. I wanted her to scream and beg for his cock so bad, I started to get wet.

"Get on the bed now, slut," I ordered. 

She obeyed me, lying on her back patiently while I bound her arms and legs spread-eagle. Her still swollen was clit poked out and I licked my lips at her bare pussy before me. I couldn't wait to devour her, but I promised Mike that he could start. I had other plans for her later by her pool.

I took the tightest nipple clamps I had and bent down over her breasts. The nipples were large and flat and I began to suck them eagerly, taking the flesh deep into my mouth. My sucking was loud, but not as loud as my little slut's moans. All her orgasms earlier had heightened her sexual desires - which is exactly what I wanted. I went from one nipple to the other, sucking and biting as she squirmed beneath me. I was amazed at how long they were when I had teased them to full erectness. I slowly applied the clamp to the first nipple and she screamed. I ignored that and attached the second one. I knew they were totally uncomfortable, but she was going to feel those little buds of flesh all day.

Mike knelt next to her and forced his cock into his mouth. She began to suck like the good slut she was. Soon Mike's cock was rock hard. I watched him hump her face and her red, wet lips slide across the smooth skin of his shaft. I slid under Mike and began to lick his balls as Dawn worked on his cock. He started groaning right away. My tongue pressed on his hardening sack and made its way up to his asshole. I tickled it with the tip of my tongue a few times and then he stopped and pulled out of Dawn's mouth. "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that!" he laughed. "And I'm not ready yet!"

I hugged him and kissed him hard, my tongue forcing its way into his mouth. When we parted I whispered to him to fuck this slut hard and while he was doing that, she was going to eat my pussy.

He needed no encouragement to get started. Mike knelt between her legs and flicked her clit with his fingers a few times. Dawn cried out and tried to twist away.

"Sensitive, slut?" I asked.

"Y-yes, Mistress."

"And why is that?"

"I came several times while you left me alone. My clit gets very large when I get turned on."

"Are you turned on now?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And why is that?"

"Because...because Mike is going to fuck me..."

She looked at me with desire all over her face.

"That's right, he is. He is going to fuck that slut pussy of yours. And while he does that, you are going to lick mine. Lick and suck me until my cum leaks all over your face. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I straddled Dawn's face and lowered my pussy down. I was facing Mike so I could watch him fuck her. Mike grunted and pushed his cock into slit roughly. I felt her inhale sharply underneath me.

"Start licking, bitch. Lick me good..." I panted.

Her tongue began to work its way around my slit, tasting my juices and probing for my clit. I opened my legs wider, giving her complete access. I wanted her to fuck me with her tongue as her own pussy was fucked by Mike's wonderful cock.

As Mike slowly fucked our slut, I leaned over so he could suck my nipples. I pushed his head to my tits roughly. I wanted to be treated as rough as Dawn was - I was so incredibly horny. 

My body quivered from Dawn's and Mike's licking. I humped Dawn's face hard telling her to suck my clit and fuck my pussy with her sweet tongue. The harder she did it, the more I wanted. I rode her face hard.

Mike had increased his thrusting and his face showed the exertion as he pounded our slut hard. She was very wet - I could hear the squooshing sound as he thrust in and out of her cunt. The sound drove me insane and I could feel my pussy starting to contract. I moved my mound around her face almost daring her to keep up with her tongue. The juices were flowing out of me and I imagined how wet and sticky her face was. Then all of a sudden my climax hit me full force and I exploded. I leaned my head back and howled in delight as I heard Mike start to yell he was cumming.

I bent my head to watch Mike as he grunted and stopped thrusting. I knew his was spurting his seed deep inside her and it only enhanced my orgasm more. I rode her tongue for a while as my cum leaked out of me and into her mouth and on her face. It was fucking heaven.

I crawled off Dawn and lie next to her on the bed. Mike finally pulled out of her and slumped in a chair. I knew she hadn't cum, but I wasn't done with her yet. I watched her spread out before me. Her face was wet with my cum and her thighs were covered with Mike's.

"You're a cum-slut, aren't you?"

She nodded a bit reluctantly, but I knew she was.

I leaned over and tugged her nipple clamps. She let out a loud gasp as her flesh was pulled. Each nipple was swollen and purplish. I decided to take them off as they would now be unbelievably sensitive for the next day or so. She looked relieved when I removed them so I began to suck them lightly. Her moans filled the room.

"Alright, slut. We're going outside now."

I untied her and took the cuffs off. I pulled on my robe and led her naked through the house and out the back door, grabbing two towels on the way.

"We're going to your pool for a swim now."

She looked around wildly. "Naked?"

"Of course. Who's going to see us anyways?"

"The neighbors on the other side might..."

I shrugged and led her there anyway. I didn't care who saw us.

Once in her own backyard, Dawn relaxed and bit and slid into her pool to wash away the dried cum on her body. I dove in as well and enjoyed the tingly feeling of the cool water against my post-orgasmic body. Dawn said nothing as she swam around, but I knew she was horny. I would take care of that.

As she leaned against the wall of the shallow end of the pool, I swam up to her and pressed my body close to hers. My breasts rubbed against hers and our nipples got instantly hard. I slid my hand down her slippery skin until I found her hairless mound. My hand cupped it and squeezed and she moaned softly. I rubbed my body against hers making sure we touched in every place possible. Leaning into her, I lowered my head and began to suck on her neck.

"Oh yesss..." she breathed.

I smiled and licked her neck up to her earlobes. My finger found her clit and I began to lightly rub it. She squirmed and rubbed her body shamelessly back at me. Her breasts were all over me and she was moaning like the slut she always was.

Suddenly I broke away and she whimpered slightly.

"Let's go up to the chairs."

She followed me over and lay down on one chair. I sat next to her.

"Open your legs, slut. Let me see that pussy."

She spread her legs wide and her large clit came into view. It was swollen and begging to be touched.

"Touch yourself."

She looked at me with trepidation, but I urged her on.

"Do it. Stick you fingers down there and play with your clit. You know you want to..."

Dawn sighed and moved her hand down to her pussy and began to rub her clit lightly. I watched closely as it grew even larger and began to get slick with her juices.

"Mmmm...yeah, keep rubbing. I want to see you cum, bitch."

I didn't need to encourage her at all. Her fingers pushed inside her cunt and her thumb rubbed her clit hard. I watched her tits quiver as she began to pump herself with her hand. All of a sudden I wanted to taste those juices myself.

I moved over to the end of the chair and told her to pull her hand away. I grabbed her legs and brought her ass closer to my face.

She smelled amazing. I sniffed her sweet scent before I began to lap around the outer edges of her pussy. My tongue glided over the smooth, shaved skin before teasing her lips apart.

"Play with your tits, slut," I growled.

Dawn moved her hands up to her firm breasts and began to squeeze them gently.

"Harder. Pull and pinch those sensitive nipples."

She pulled her nipples hard and began to moan. I shoved my fingers inside her cunt and wiggled them around as my tongue sucked her clit like a cock.

"Ohhh...yesss...oh goddd...."

I couldn't believe how big her clit was getting. I sucked it harder and pumped her fuck hole with 3 fingers as she thrashed beneath me. Her taste filled my mouth and drove me crazy with desire. I wanted to make her cum hard. 

Dawn's pussy humped my face and I pulled unmercifully on her clit. My tongue swirled around and around it as I sucked and nibbled on it. A couple of times I'd stop and slap her cunt. This made her cry out, but I knew she was loving it.

"Do you want to cum, slut?"

"Yes...oh yes, Mistress."

"Beg me, you cunt. I want to hear it."

"Please, make me cum. I want to cum all over your face, Mistress. Please!!"

I slapped her pussy again and plunged my fingers in and began to thrust them hard. Dawn screamed out and moved her hips up and down as I fucked her tight little fuckhole. My fingers were so slick with her cum as I bent my head again to suck her clit. As soon as my teeth closed around it, she cried out that she was cumming. I pumped her harder as she rode a long, intense orgasm on my fingers. I tasted her cum as it flooded my mouth. Using both hands, I spread her legs wide and pushed my face tight and close against her cunt and licked her cum until she stopped thrashing.

It seemed like forever before she stopped and relaxed her legs. I lapped up her sweet juices from her cunt and smacked my lips at the taste of it. Dawn slumped back on the chair breathing heavy.

I sat up and looked at her flushed face and I felt she was ready for her big day.

Part 3 - Dawn's Story

I woke up stiff and sore alone in the basement. My body wasn't used to all the fucking and abuse it had taken over the last 36 hours, but it had awakened a horniness in me that wasn't about to go away. Diana had promised me that my training would be complete today but she didn't specify what it would be. I could only imagine.

Last night they took turns fucking me until we were all exhausted. Every hole was used. I rubbed my pussy lightly thinking of the fun we had and I couldn't wait for more. I was so horny all the time, I couldn't think straight. I loved to be tied up and made to serve them - it was thrilling.

Just then the door opened and Diana summoned me upstairs for breakfast. As I ate with them, they didn't say anything about what was to happen that day. It only made me more excited.

After I showered, Diana had some clothes laid out of me. Everything was white, but it was extremely slutty. My pussy tingled slightly as I thought how the material would feel against my skin and how I would look to my Mistress. Before I got dressed, I was to insert the clit stimulator in my pussy and turn it on the lowest setting. Soon I felt a pleasant buzz in my pussy. I knew it may not be enough to actually make me cum, but it would definitely stimulate me.

Diana had me put a pair of white, lace panties on. The material was thin and barely covered my shaved mound. Next, the bra which really just pushed my breasts up, but didn't cover my nipples. Over that was a thin white shirt that was tight over my breasts. My nipples were clearly visible and the material was tight. The shirt stopped just under my breasts so my midriff was bare. The skirt was very short and just covered my ass with white leather. Finally I slid on high white heels that were tight and made it hard to walk. I could feel my pussy get very wet once I was dressed in these slutty clothes.

"Lie down on the bed, slut," Diana commanded.

I got on the bed and she forced me on my side. Pulling my arms behind me, she bound my wrists together. She did the same with my ankles, then she not only gagged me, but blindfolded me as well.

Then she left me alone. 

Some time went by but I had no idea. My pussy throbbed and twitched, but I couldn't make myself cum. If I moved around too much, my bonds dug into my wrists and ankles. So I lie there helpless as my pussy throbbed and my clit grew.

Eventually I heard the doorbell ring somewhere in the house followed by the sound of several people entering the house. My heartbeat quickened as I heard male voices come up the stairs. I heard Diana's voice tell the look inside the room, but no touching. The door opened and I could hear several gasps and soft comments about my appearance. I realized that I was going to be used by these men today and it made me very excited. I lay perfectly still until the door shut and again I tried to make myself cum, but I just couldn't get there.

I had my chance about a half hour later. Diana untied me and took my blindfold and gag off. When she took the clit stimulator out, it was covered with sticky cum. She smiled at me and led me downstairs.

Mike was sitting with another man. At first I smiled shyly and looked down but then I realized he was my boss!

I snapped my head up to look at him and sure enough - Don was sitting there grinning at me. I was pharmaceutical sales rep and he was our regional manager.

"Hello, Dawn," he said, smiling at me lewdly. "I never knew you were such a little slut."

I opened my mouth and shut it quickly. I had no idea what to say. Although I was very horny, I also felt humiliated that someone I knew professionally saw me like this. I could feel my cheeks burning.

However, Diana was ready for me to start. She didn't care what I thought or felt - this was her kink, not mine.

"Ok, slut, you are here to serve your boss and do whatever else we want you to do. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. I am going to tape the whole thing as well."

I looked at her in alarm, but I realized there was nothing I could do.

"Now clasp your hands behind your back," she said.

I obeyed and put my hands behind me. Diana quickly closed the handcuffs around my wrists and I felt the cold, hard steel tighten around them.

"Come over here, bitch," Don said. I winced slightly as he called me that and went over to stand before him.

"Turn around and let me see that ass."

I turned around and stood there. I could feel his hands caressing my ass through the leather skirt. One of them slid underneath and squeezed my firm ass cheek. Standing still, I let him slide his hand along my ass, caressing and squeezing it over and over. I couldn't help but moan as he touched my pussy through my damp panties.

"Spread your legs..."

I opened my legs wider and he pushed my skirt up to expose my ass. He leaned forward and began to lick my asscheeks. I shut my eyes as his tongue went around and around the hard flesh. His fingers dug in a little, slowly squeezing my ass until it almost hurt. Underneath my wet panties, my pussy began to throb again.

Don grasped my panties with one hand and pulled them tight so my entire ass was exposed and the material was rubbing against my clit. I moaned louder and pushed my ass back against his face. He laughed and began to use my bunched up panties to rub my clit.

Diana was taping me and Mike was watching intently. A huge bulge was beginning to form in his pants. I knew he would use me again today.

I felt my panties be pushed aside and Don spread my asscheeks wider so he could place his tongue on my asshole. I shivered and moaned as his tongue pressed into my shithole. My nipples were hardening and poking through the thin material of my top. I was aching to be touched other places, then fucked hard. Two days of sex was making me crazy with desire.

Don slid his hands up and down my thighs while he continued to lick my asshole. I moaned and wanted to touch myself, but I was restrained.

I felt Don's hands and tongue leave my body and he told me to turn around and face him on my knees. I slowly struggled to get on my knees which wasn't easy when your hands are restrained. When I was in front of him, he unzipped his pants and took out his hard cock. My eyes bulged at the size - it had to be at least 9 inches.

"Start sucking, slut," he said as he pulled my head forward to meet his throbbing prick.

I opened my mouth wide and wrapped my lips around the huge shiny head pulling it into my mouth and letting my tongue caress it. He forced my head down to take more of his cock and I eagerly accepted it into my mouth until he pushed almost his whole cock into my mouth. I gagged slightly and he laughed.

"Take the whole thing, you whore."

He cruelly pushed his cock all the way in so I was choking and gasping against it before he slid it out again. Don did this several more times, using his hands to hold my head as he fucked my face. Soon I was coughing and choking again so he stopped.

"Ok, well you'll like it in your pussy soon enough."

Don reached up under my skirt and slid my panties down to my ankles and had me step out of them. He hooked his hand in the waistband of my skirt and pulled me towards him.

"Sit on my cock, slut."

I opened my legs and straddled his huge cock. It slid easily into my sopping pussy and completely filled it.

He looked at Diana. "The little slut is soaked!"

Diana laughed and told him what I had been doing all morning while waiting for him. Don looked up at me and grinned. 

"Yes, you are a slut. You're gonna love getting fucked by me, aren't you?"

Even though he was my boss and even though I would see him at work, I wanted nothing more than to have him fuck me hard. I so desperately wanted to cum. My pussy twitched around his cock, but he didn't move it. Instead, his hands went up to my breasts where the cupped them through my shirt.

"Mmmm...nice and firm."

His fingers flicked over my already hard nipples bringing little spasms of pleasure throughout my body.

"I need to see them...."

He lifted my shirt up to expose my breasts which were pushing out of the bra.

"Oh yes. Lovely. Lean in a little so I can take those titties in my mouth."

I leaned forward and her buried his face in my cleavage, licking the firm flesh all over. Again, I shivered as his warm tongue coated my tits with his saliva. When his mouth found my nipples, I thought I would explode right there. His cock was still buried deep in my cunt and I could feel my walls spasm around it. I sat there, hands restrained behind my back impaled on his cock as his mouth sucked one nipple and then the other. I couldn't do anything but moan and writhe against his touch.

Don took one hand and began to milk my tit bringing the tip of my nipple to his mouth where his teeth closed around it. As he bit down I screamed out in pleasure and a shock wave went through my pussy. He must have felt that because his cock stirred inside me.

He grunted and did the same to the other breast. This time I almost blacked out - the sensation was overwhelming. I moved up his cock a little and slid back down.

"The whore wants to cum, I think," he said laughing.

He looked at me. "Do you?"

"Yes, Sir," I said blushing madly.

He looked over at Mike. 

"How about filling the other hole? I think this slut can take it."

Mike grinned broadly. "Oh yeah, she can take it."

He stood up and freed his rock hard cock. My eyes widened as I realized I was to have a cock in both my pussy and my ass at the same time. 

Mike went over to Diana and she sucked his cock into her mouth several times to lube it up before he was to put it in my ass. I was thankful for that much, anyway. 

Don pulled me even closer to him so my ass was fully exposed to Mike. I felt his cock brush the entrance to my ass before he began to push it in. I gasped as he began to fill me and the sensation of two cocks in me was unbelievable. My pussy contracted again.




The Neighbor's Wife



Don went back to sucking and biting my nipples - his whole face was buried in my tit-flesh as he began to move under me. It took a little while, but they got a rhythm going between the two of them and both of my holes were stretched and filled as their cocks penetrated me. My nipples were all over Don's face and mouth as I bounced on his cock. Mike kept up with the movement with hard thrusts of his own and soon the room was filled with the sounds of fucking and moaning.

Diana moved around the room to get us from all angles. Her face was flushed and I knew she was just as horny and eager to join. I had a feeling she would eventually.

I rode Don's cock as Mike's filled my ass. Moving up and down as my pussy gripped and contracted around his cockmeat. My clit grew and throbbed with each thrust and I felt myself getting very, very close, but I had to hold off until they came first.

Don was the first to release his seed in me. Grabbing my tits hard - he cried out and spurt his warm jizz deep into my womb. I rocked helpless on his prick as he unloaded bringing me ever closer to my own release. As soon as that happened, Mike finally gave out and exploded in my ass. His hands had been squeezing my hips as he pumped and now they firmly grasped them as he came in several long thrusts before pulling out with a wet, 'plop'.

Finally I let my control go and leaned my head back, pressing my tits against Don's face. He sucked them hard and watched me cum, screaming loudly with ecstasy. 

Later, I shed my clothes and reclined on a chair to recover. My body pulsed and tingled all over from the fucking but I wanted more. I felt insatiable that day.

After a while, Diana shed her clothes as well and had me lie on my back. There was no need to restrain me at this point. I was a total, willing slut. She had secured a strap on around her hips. I watched her nestle the end against her pussy and I knew that was to get just as much pleasure from fucking me as I was to. 

Without wasting any time, she opened my legs wide and pushed the dildo inside my slick cunt. I groaned as it stretched me again but I was loving the feel. She had placed the nipple clamps on me again and I moaned and squirmed as the pain radiated throughout my body. As soon as she put them on, I thought I would cum right there. My nipples were so long and sensitive and they practically beg for abuse.

By this time, Don and Mike were recovered and they knelt next to me. Mike lowered his cock to my mouth and forced me to suck it. Then with my hand, I began to jerk off my boss. I felt so incredible slutty now as I attended three different cocks. The roughness of it was driving me wild and I knew I would cum quickly and maybe even several times.

Diana placed my legs on her shoulders as she brutally pounded me like a man. She grunted with exertion as the dildo pushed back on her own cunt with each thrust. I watched her breasts wobble with her effort and felt a little shiver go through me. Meanwhile, my mouth and hand were busy as I sucked and pulled on the guys cocks. Every now and then one of them would pinch my nipple or pull the chain that connected them. That drove wild and I wished I could beg for more, but my mouth was occupied.

My Mistress was encouraging me over and over.

"Take that cock, slut, I know you want it," she would say. I moaned against Mike's cock whenever she did as my fuckhole was filled with her 'cock'.

Soon I heard her beginning to cum. She kept fucking my cunt, but she was spasming and moaning as it rubbed her clit, bringing her over the edge. Her cumming set off a chain reaction - next I came as the dildo banged my slut pussy over and over. When Mike saw that, he pulled out of my mouth and shoved his cock into my hand. I jerked both guys hard and they came all over my tits and face. I was covered with their cum and I eagerly licked it off with my fingers.

Epilogue - Diana

I sent Dawn home that evening with a videotape of her performance. She was to play it for her husband when he got home and I had no doubt that she would. From then on she would be his slave and pleasure him whenever he wanted. Again, I knew she would. She definitely was a slut at heart - it was clear that weekend. She just needed a little coaxing.



The Neighbor's Wife



Thanks to 'LadyCibelle' and my man 'Techsan' for their editing of my stories. They help make it a good read.

I read story after story about spouses that cheat on each other. I know all about the double standards and how a lot of husbands cheat on their wives also. I'm a guy and I've heard all the reasons that guys give for cheating. I've asked a number of female friends why they believe women would cheat. 

The number one answer I heard was that the woman never loved her husband in the first place. It might have been a fear of being alone or a marriage to get revenge on an old flame. Some were baited into marriage by friends and relatives. I guess that was before the statement "Just say no" came out.

Another reason frequently given was that she did love her husband but he cheated and she wanted revenge on the spouse or that the husband never showed interest in her anymore. 

The most important thing I learned was that if the woman loved her husband and he showed interest in her regularly then these wives very rarely cheated. The women told me that this stuff about cheating because they wanted to try bigger dicks or strange dicks was a crock of shit. Most women said it was how you used it that counted. Why did I think there were so many lesbians or bi-sexual women if size was everything?

The third reason for cheating was scary to me. It was husbands' fantasies or wanting three-ways or swinging and group sex. The women told me that once you crossed that line of reality the incidents of cheating greatly increased. 

Trust, marital love, lying, and respect all seemed to diminish with the playing out of fantasies. 

That got me to thinking about all the stories I've read about real life situations that could have been avoided if trust, communication, and respect were used. With all that said, I will tell you one of the stories of a cheating husband.

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My name's John and I was a cheating husband. After twelve years of marriage I thought the grass was greener on the other side of the street. I am a department manager in a large factory in our city. I was kidding around with one of the temp girls in the office. I was in my thirties at the time and seeing this young gal strut around the office was great eye candy. She made me feel younger. Why wouldn't she, seeing she was about nineteen and paying attention to me?

The joking around got a little more serious and why I did it is now something I'll always regret. I asked her out and she accepted. I made an excuse to my wife about why I would be home late. I was thinking with my dick. The temp and I went out and we had sex in the car. It felt good that I was once again the stud. When I dropped the girl off at her car and went home, I began to feel bad. I knew it was wrong and said to myself that I would never do it again if I was lucky enough to get away with it.

I walked in and my wife didn't suspect anything. I felt relieved as I took a shower. I thanked God that I didn't get caught, like God saved me from my own stupidity. I told myself never again would I be that stupid to jeopardize my marriage.

Julie - that was the temp's name - didn't work for the next few days. That made it a little easier on me. She showed up the following Monday and asked me why I didn't call her over the weekend. I explained to her that the date was a mistake and I was married which she already knew. She explained that she didn't love me but that she just liked to play around. She closed my office door and locked it and came around to my side of the desk. She took my hand and put it on her thigh. I couldn't help it as I slid my hand up her thigh to pay dirt. She had removed her panties or didn't wear any, I don't know which. 

I wanted to say no but I guess I was too weak as I slid into her sex and started fingering her. She reached over and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. She got off my desk and then, while facing me, slid my cock deep into her sex. I should have tried to stop but was too far gone as my pole slid deep within her and she rode me to climax. When we got done I told her it would never happen again. She looked at me and kind of snickered. She must have had her own agenda.

We did do it a number of times. I was too stupid to say no. I know I'm not the only man that has ever fallen to temptation but I ruined my marriage over it. One day Julie was at my front door. My wife answered it and Julie told my wife that she was my girlfriend and that she thought she was pregnant. My wife yelled for me and when I entered the room the shit hit the fan. I couldn't deny anything other then I didn't love Julie but it was just about sex.

My wife of twelve years was in tears. It was the lowest point of my entire life. I hated Julie at that point but could I totally blame her? She told us she didn't want any kids but she expected me to pay for her abortion. 

My wife Kara was totally disgusted with me. She loved kids, we had two of our own both girls, one was ten and the other eight. Here I was paying to abort a child. I agreed to the terms and Julie left. My wife told me our marriage was over. She told me she suspected something was up because of the way I was acting lately. She said a woman can tell if her husband is a cheater. Something about their actions after they cheated.

I packed a suitcase and moved into a motel until other plans could be made. I tried calling Kara a number of times but she told me over and over that she could never trust me again and was going through with the divorce. 

We got divorced and I really regretted it. I really loved my wife but I guess I didn't respect her enough until it was too late. Julie had her abortion and I asked for a transfer to another plant. It was granted and now I lived about fifty miles from my ex-wife and daughters. I went and picked up my daughters every other weekend and tried to make any school functions they were in. At the beginning they were there every other weekend, but as they got older I saw them a lot less. When they became teenagers they wanted to spend more time with their friends, so I saw them even less. I did my best to stay on speaking terms with Kara for the sake of the kids. 

Kara got remarried after about five years to a nice guy named Bob. The day she told me about their getting married I had to go get drunk. I ruined my life for what? A strange ride in the hay. I will never completely get over Kara. I guess I was hoping that time would heal old wounds and that we might get back together, but now I knew that is was never going to happen. She told me that she will not get completely over me either but after what I did she could never trust me again. 

That all happened about twenty years ago.

I now live in a condo in a nice area. I date but could never get interested in marriage again. At my age, in my mid-fifties, I figured that was how I would spend my remaining years. My daughters were married and on their own now. I would keep in contact with them and go see them every so often but it always reminded me of what a fool I was and what I had lost. My ex-wife was living her new life with her husband and according to my daughters he treated her with respect. Then there was me. I spent time in the evening at the pool at our condo. I met a number of neighbors that were really nice people. I even went out with a few of the divorced women but nothing materialized. With some I had sex but I wasn't up for exclusive dating although with most of the women, we remained friends.

There was one gal at the pool who always struck my fancy. The funny part was that she was probably forty-eight to fifty years old. She was neat and attractive. Pam was her name and she seemed to be always smiling and so friendly. The problem was she was married. Why, of all the women that I was attracted to, did she have to be married? Her husband, Nick, came down to the pool one evening and introduced himself to me. He seemed a nice enough guy but I really didn't have an opinion of him yet other than I had a light crush on his wife.

One day after work I went with a few friends to a local lounge. Lo and behold there sat my neighbor Nick with a young gal around twenty-five. I could see him putting his hands above the woman's knees and knew where he was headed. I remembered I had been there myself and it cost me my marriage. Nick looked up at me and just winked. I couldn't believe this guy. He had a wife at home whom I would love to shag and he's out here playing around. He wasn't even trying to hide it.

I guess I started to dislike him at that point. He was doing the same thing I did and I knew what it did to my marriage. When I got home I wondered about mentioning to Pam that I had seen Nick. I didn't want to get involved in their personal business so I was at a stalemate as to what to say or do if anything. Usually it wouldn't have bothered me but Pam was such a nice person that I hated to see her get hurt. It made me think of Kara and how I had hurt her.

I decided not to be a snitch right then even though I wished Pam knew about her husband's extra-curricular activities. That's when I remembered something that my ex-wife Kara had told me. She said that a woman knows if her husband has been cheating on her. So I wondered if Pam knew but wasn't talking about it.

After Nick got home he came up to me at the pool and told me that he was just getting a little on the side and that nobody was getting hurt. I asked him about Pam and he told me what she doesn't know can't hurt her. Then he left for his condo.

As I was talking to Pam the next evening she was telling me about her life. Nick was her second husband. Her first husband of seventeen years was killed in an auto accident nine years ago. She had three kids who were all grown up and lived in another state now. She had met Nick about two years ago and he asked her to get married. Since she was alone with all her kids out of the nest she thought Nick was a nice enough person and they got married the following month. Then he was transferred to this state and she kind of missed her family but wanted to be a support for her husband.

She was a grandmother now and didn't get to see her kids and grandkids often enough. I asked her how old she was and she smiled at me and said fifty-eight I was shocked when she told me this. She was two years older than me. She said that Nick was fifty and that they had different tastes. She didn't realize it until after they got married. "I guess everyone puts their best foot forward until they get married," she told me.

She asked me about myself and I don't know why but I told her everything. About the affair I had and how it ruined my marriage, my kids, my job and moving away, I even told her how easy she was to talk too and that I wished I had met her two years ago. She just smiled at me. Damn, I wished I knew what she was thinking. I was getting nervous because I knew I was slowly falling for her and should not get involved with her seeing she was married, even if it was to an asshole. The funny thing is all my thoughts about her were in my head and we didn't do anything wrong.

Her cell phone rang and she said it was Nick, that he was working over again, that he would be home late and not to hold supper for him. I asked her if she would have dinner with me. She said she would love to but that it wouldn't be right. She was a married woman and had to act as such. Dammit, I know her husband was out having an affair and she couldn't even go out for dinner because she didn't think it proper. I knew in my heart that she was right. Later she told me she had known I had feelings for her and that's why she didn't go out for dinner. There was nothing wrong with eating with a friend but if you know there was a chance that it was more than dinner you should refuse.

I asked her if I ordered Chinese takeout would she eat with me out here at the pool? She agreed that would be fun and I borrowed her cell phone and ordered in dinner. The food was delivered and we ate and kept talking late into the evening. Neither of us even paid attention to the time. Our time together seemed right. She looked at her watch and said, "Oh, my God, it's 10:00pm, I better get in before Nick gets here."

She thanked me for a wonderful evening and said maybe we could do it again some time. I told her anytime was alright with me. From that point on we spent evening after evening together. Always in the open and never anything sexual even though I think we both knew we wanted it to happen. One day we ordered a pizza and as we were eating it she told me she had to tell me something. I looked up at her beautiful face as she told me something that I already knew.

"Nick is having affairs. He has been having them for quite awhile. I'm lost as to what to do. I don't want to stay married to him because I don't really love him and probably never did. I can't keep ignoring his infidelity. I tried my best to be a good wife to him. I left my family to move here with him. I've never cheated on him even though in my heart I have feelings for someone else. I'm scared, John, I don't know what to do," as tears began to roll from her eyes.

I held her gently and let her cry on my shoulder. This was the first time I held her and it felt so good, so right. I wanted to comfort her. That's when I thought about what she said. "...even though in my heart I have feelings for someone else." I needed to know if that someone was me.

"Pam, I need to know something and I'm sorry for being so forward, but is that someone else me?"

She nodded her head and said, "Yes, John, it's you. I'm so sorry. I'm a married woman and shouldn't be talking to you like this."

I kissed her. "Please, John, don't. I'm married and even though he's cheating on me I can't do it. It's wrong."

"Pam, after Kara I never thought I could love another woman but I do. I wish I knew what it was about you but I think it's everything about you, not just one thing. I've only kissed you this one time and I want more, a lot more. I want to make love to you, Pam. Not just have sex but I want to make love to you."

Pam got up and ran to her condo. I didn't know what to think. We both told our intimate thoughts to each other and she left. I had tears in my eyes as I walked back to my condo. Tomorrow was Saturday, maybe everything would be different tomorrow. I love another man's wife and I know she has strong feelings for me. Where do I go from here?

The next morning I got up late. It was a horrible night's sleep. Thought after thought of what to do ran through my mind. There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and there stood Pam.

"John, we need to talk. May I come in?"

"Oh, my God, of course you can come in. I was so stunned to see you at the door that I was lost for words. Would you like a cup of coffee while we talk?"

"That would be nice. John, I'm leaving Nick. We had our talk last night and he admitted to the affairs. We are getting a divorce as soon as possible. We had a pre-nuptial agreement so there is no problem financially. My problem is you, John. I need to know exactly where you stand so I can get on with my life. Last night you said you wanted to make love to me. Why, John? I'm an older woman and as Nick pointed out there are a lot of young chicks out there who are willing to give out the goodies."

"Pam, Nick's an asshole. I made the mistake of an affair many years ago. I've never found another woman whom I felt so comfortable with until I met you. We have so much in common and love a lot of the same things. You are the easiest person to talk to and I can't picture going through my life without you being a part of it. If you leave Nick, would you consider marrying me Pam?"

"What? You want to marry me? My God, John, we haven't kissed but once. Are you sure about this? John, I can't believe what I'm about to ask you. Believe me I have never asked this before in my entire life. You see, I think I love you too, John, but I want to make sure I can make you happy sexually. Will you take me to your bed and make love to me, John? I need to know that the feelings we have for each other are for real if I'm going to get married as soon as I get divorced. I have to try and explain this to my kids. Well, John, what do you think?"

"Yes, there is nothing or anybody I want more." With all that said we went to my bedroom in the middle of the day and made love.

She had the body of a much younger woman. I undressed her and laid her on my bed. I kissed her and then worked my way down to her breasts. They were soft and nice and squeezable. Her nipples became hard as I sucked on them. As I was sliding my hand over her tummy and down to her mound I heard her whispering to me that she hasn't made this kind of love in over thirty years and it felt so good.

She was wet to the touch as I slid two fingers into her moist valley. In no time at all she was humping my fingers. I felt her climax on my fingers. I went to the end of the bed, removed my clothes, lifted her legs up and mounted her. So warm and moist as I push my cock deep within her. She was giving as much as she was getting. It's like two people from nowhere were meant to be together. It felt so great as I came with blast after blast, coating her insides with my juices. I saw tears running down the side of her face. I knew then that we were meant to find each other. No one else mattered at that point. We knew we would be together forever.

She moved into my condo and Nick sold his and moved elsewhere. I have never seen him since Pam and I were together. I had to think what a giant mistake he made. A woman, a wife who gives of herself so fully and he's out scouring the bars for someone else. All I could think was his loss and my gain. It's like I had a second chance at love.

We were going to have cutbacks where I worked and they were offering early retirements. Pam and I talked about it and thought about the wonderful life we could have together. We could visit our kids and travel where ever we wanted. I took the retirement and as soon as Pam's divorce was final we got married.

She wrote to her kids and I wrote to mine. Mine were happy for me because they didn't want me to be alone. I told them we would come and visit them and they could meet Pam.

Now Pam's kids were totally perplexed about their mother getting divorced and then remarried to someone they never met. I told her to tell them we would be there within the month so they could meet me and maybe put their mind at ease. Pam was so happy about that. She said she really missed not seeing her grandchildren.

One day I surprised Pam. I told her I sold the condo and we were moving. I remember her getting worried at first wondering if she made the same mistake all over again until I told her we were going to move to the town where her kids lived and that she no longer would have to miss her children and grandchildren. She could see them anytime she wanted.

She began to cry again. I told her I was going to live the rest of my life with her and we would die making love like newlyweds. Our life couldn't be happier. We were just two people looking for happiness and found each other. We would do everything necessary to see we kept our marriage alive and enjoy it. 

We will be traveling to see my kids in about a week. Then we promised her grandchildren that we would take them somewhere. They didn't care where as long as they could see their grandma. The whole family considered me the grandpa too. Her kids later told me that they thought their mother marrying Nick was a mistake but they wanted her to be happy. Her daughter said since her mom and I have been together that she has never seen her happier. She seemed to glow when the two of us were together.

As far as our lovemaking goes, we always make time for one another and making love is at the top of both of our lists.




The Neighbor's Wife



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The Neighbor's Wife



"That's right girl, both hands and slow...yeah, keep sucking more of it. You can do it, here let me help you," Tyrone whispered as he placed both of his hands at the back of Diane's head and drew her closer, forcing another inch of his thick black cock down this beautiful white lady's throat. "Damn she's good, and fucking gorgeous," he thought as he noticed the contrast of his black hands entangled in her red hair. "She must be pushing 50 but damn this woman turns me on" his thoughts continued as he felt her reach up and trace the outline of his ass with her hand, and then lightly along his asscrack with just a finger.

There he stood in the upstairs bathroom of a friend's house with his pants down around his ankles getting an incredible blowjob from the neighbor's wife. The neighbor's drop dead gorgeous wife, that is. She now had over half of his 10 inch black cock down her throat and was sucking and tonguing him in such a slow deliberate way that he knew it wouldn't be long before he would reach orgasm. Tyrone wondered if he should tell her. Or, could he possibly fuck her right here, with so many people just right downstairs at the party? His mind wandered back to the events that had brought them here, to this point...

He had arrived at his friend Tom's house right on time for the party, and was met by Tom's wife Sue at the front door with her usual warm friendly smile. Tyrone really liked these people, and it was because of their close friendship that he had decided to accept their invitation, even though he knew he might very well be the only black person at the party. He and Tom knew each other from previous jobs and had stayed in touch and became close friends over the years. They were in their early 30's and had much in common.

"There's my next husband" Sue said with a smile as she hugged and kissed Tyrone on the cheek. The two of them had hit it off instantly years ago when she and Tom had started seeing each other, and quickly developed a playful game of what would happen once Tom was out of the picture. 

"Hi there, Babe" he shot back, "Have you ditched that other guy yet?" and then they both had a good laugh as they stood arm and arm. 

"Well I see you've got your hands on my wife again, buddy" they heard as Tom came around the corner. Once again, a lot of laughter. Everybody knew this was just good fun. Tyrone would never consider trying anything for real with Sue. They were the happiest couple he knew. The kind of marriage that helps you to continue to believe in the possibility of love.

"What you drinking tonight?" Sue asked as she led him into house where the other guests were gathered.

"Whatever you're having, my sweet" he answered over the conversation as he perused the room looking for any familiar face. Not likely, since they really didn't have any mutual friends or acquaintances. He was surprised how many people were already there, and his attention was drawn toward the far corner of the room where a "good-ol-boy" sports conversation was taking place.

"Want me to introduce you around, pal?" Tom offered.

"Nope, I'm a big boy now. I'll manage," he said with a wry grin.

Most of the people in the room were in their same age group, except for an older guy, late fifties probably, who was controlling a good part of that sports discussion. Or bullshit session more accurately, the kind of thing guys like to do when they get together and have a few drinks. Anyway, this older guy hardly noticed Tyrone when he entered the room and continued telling his story. There must have been a bunch of mini-punch lines because there was intermittent laughter along the way. 

Tyrone also noticed an adjacent group of women, probably their wives and girlfriends. He noticed one in particular, an older lady with beautiful flowing red hair. He was taken with her beauty immediately. This surprised him because unlike many men within the black community he had never aspired to date a white woman, nor did he find them more attractive than your average black woman. He had dated only black women in his life and had zero complaints. But this woman was exceptional. Even though there were many prettier and younger women in the room, her beauty was a cut above. She had an incredible look and air about her that was at the same time both elegant and sexy. He tried not to be obvious, but could not help but watch her as he moved about the room meeting people. He wondered if she was with the old storyteller. His wife probably. If so, the guy definitely married over his head. There eyes met a couple of times, once for a bit longer than normal, he thought. 

Then his attention was drawn back to the bullshit session because he overheard the storyteller mention the name Terrell Owens, everybody's favorite bad boy to hate. Right after hearing Owens' name there was a huge burst of laughter from the group complete with backslapping and high fives. As the laughter died down, he and everyone else in the room heard Storyteller say "that fucking n..." not completing the last word as he remembered seeing Tyrone in the room. There was an awful awkward silence in the room, which Tyrone broke by simply continuing the conversation he was having with a guy he had just met a minute ago. There was like a huge sigh in the room and everyone took his queue and leapt back into conversation, wherever they could find it. 

Some of his buddies would have reacted differently in that situation. Angrily for sure, and possibly in a violent manner. But Tyrone had decided a long time ago to try and ignore idiots like this guy. He just figured someone that stupid didn't deserve his time or energy. So, he continued small talk with his new acquaintance as he scanned the room for reaction to what had just happened. When his eyes reached the beautiful redhead, this time she was looking directly at him with a very sympathetic, almost apologetic and thankful look. Yep, Storyteller was her husband all right. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod of the head and turned his attention elsewhere.

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Diane was mortified. This beautiful, middle-aged woman could have killed her silly ass husband Larry at that precise moment. "I'm sure the dumbass is hitting the sauce too hard again," she thought to herself. "It was so classy of that young black man not to make a scene. I wonder what his connection is to this group, and what his name is". She thought these things to herself while watching him move about the room introducing himself to complete strangers. "He sure seems sure of himself, I like that". She was also noticing some other things about him as well. Like how ruggedly handsome he was, no pretty boy at all. And his shoulders were wide and muscular looking and he had a thin waistline, not the bulge so many of the other men in the room tried to hide with their loose-fitting shirts. But more than anything she like the way he moved. So effortlessly and agile. Without admitting it to herself she started to work her way across to his side of the room in hopes of meeting him. 

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Tyrone was starting to have a good time. Except for Storyteller, these were good folks. They were thoughtful and engaging, most of them professionals. It was Saturday night and they were wanting to have a good time. As the time passed though, it was becoming clear that Storyteller couldn't hold his liquor as he became louder and louder, and many of the people started to avoid him. He wasn't belligerent or anything like that. Just one of those people that make you uncomfortable at these functions. 

But in keeping with his attitude, Tyrone pretty much put the dude out of his mind. He was more interested in his wife. Not exactly his style to go after another man's wife, "But this guy deserves it. And my Lord she is something" he said to himself attempting to justify what he was contemplating. As he stole glances at her over the next several minutes he too was making a move closer to her. But as more guests arrived the room was filling up quickly and it became next to impossible to move at all. Plus, he'd suddenly lost sight of her. "Where is she?" he murmured, "Where did she go?" 

And now the increasing crowd had practically backed him into a corner and his only escape was through one of the two doorways leading into the kitchen area. He took one more quick glance around the room for her, to no avail. "Oh well, I need another drink anyway," and with that he pealed around the corner and into the kitchen. And just as he was entering from one side, Diane was entering from the other. They looked at each other and both chuckled a little to themselves, and smiling at one another. As luck would have it, they were the only people in the kitchen right then, and there was another uncomfortable silence building quickly. Once again, Tyrone broke the ice by stepping toward her and offering his hand, and this "Hi there, I wanted to meet you earlier but was unable to make it over to your side. I'm Tyrone". She had reached to meet his hand and now he took it in his right hand, bringing his left over and on top of hers, while looking at her and smiling. 

She grinned a bit shyly and said, "Well yes, I was making my way to you as well. I wanted to apologize for my husband being out of line earlier. I'm afraid he's had too much to drink". She searched his eyes for any hint of anger this handsome black stranger may still be feeling toward her husband, but detected none. Instead, she thought she saw something she had seen earlier. An interest, a spark...towards her. Her stomach rolled, and she felt a warmth down lower. Diane knew she was an attractive woman; after all she took pride in her appearance. But for this young, very attractive black man to show interest in her was very moving. She hoped she wasn't mis-reading him. And then...

"No, no. You've done nothing to apologize for," he said squeezing her hand just a bit more firm. "I only regret that your husband is not paying you the attention that you obviously deserve". 

He was releasing her hand now but she didn't want him to, and there was a moment there when her fingers curled and clung to his hand and while looking back into his warm eyes she said, "Well, thank you. He does become pre-occupied with the boys and his stories at times". 

"Well that is a shame," he said to her in almost a whisper as he re-gripped her hand with his right and softly caressed her arm with his left. Moving closer still, "I should think that if I shared my bed with one as desirable as you, then I would surely find it difficult to leave my bed at all". He couldn't believe what he was saying, but being this close to her was intoxicating. Her skin was like none he'd ever seen, and her perfume was both understated and overwhelming. He watched as the ends of her lips turned upward into an appreciative smile at what he had just said to her, and wondered how those lips must taste, and how beautiful they would be if wrapped around his cock. 

Just then she was looking down and away, searching for a response when someone else entered the kitchen, ending their brief bit of privacy. She smiled at him, looked into his eyes then to his lips, and then back to his eyes before turning and leaving the room. He kept his eyes on her as she walked away; taking in every sultry move she made and met her gaze with his own when she turned to look back at him before she turned the corner out of sight. 

For the next half hour they both moved among the other guests, smiling and chatting, but never taking their eyes off of each other for more than a moment. She could still feel his soft touch on her arm, and she was thinking how gentle a lover he must be. Each time she made eye contact with him across the room she would think about seeing his muscular backside, and even how smooth his manhood must be. There was an incredible heat building in her by just watching him and thinking of what he had whispered to her. Tyrone was watching and thinking how soft this woman must be if naked, and the knowledge she must bring to the act of making love. He was overwhelmed by the effect this older white woman was having on him. He wasn't sure that he had ever felt anything this close to pure lust. 

Finally, nature called and forced himself to pause their game of seduction and went to the downstairs bathroom located just down the hall. 

"Damn, it's locked" he cursed, but then remembered the bathroom upstairs off of the guest bedroom. As he started up the stairs he saw her watching him and gave her a smile. 

After washing up he turned out the light and unlocked the door. And there she was, waiting for him. He paused and started to speak but she took a step toward him before he could exit. She paused and looked back to see if anyone was there, and then back to him seeking his approval. He stepped back allowing her entrance and she locked the door as she closed it behind her. Without so much as a word, she began to unbutton his shirt while looking into eyes. He began to rub the outside of her arms while she worked her way down his shirt. She now had her eyes glued to the muscular chest that was coming into view. She rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him softly on his lips with just the slightest bit of her tongue tracing his bottom lip. 

Now his shirt was completely opened and she pushed it back over his massive black shoulders. He closed his eyes and let her do what she wanted. What a gorgeous creature she is, he thought. Then her mouth was tracing down to his right nipple, while her hands began to undo his belt buckle. She paused momentarily at his nipple to lick it and give it a tender little bite while she eased his trousers down over his hips. She left his boxers in place for the time being, and his cock was producing a sizable tent as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. 

Once on her knees, she paused just a moment surprised by the obvious size of his cock. She rubbed her hands over the outline of it slowly, and then her face and cheeks as she began to emit a low moan of approval. He reached down with both hands and cupped her face and turned it upward to his. She glared upward into his eyes and then slowly closed her eyes and turned her head back towards the massive black cock that awaited her. She reached inside the top of his black boxers and pulled it out. She gasped...the thing was 10 inches long and half that length around. She couldn't get his black cock in her mouth fast enough. This is all she had thought about from the time he whispered in her ear in the kitchen. She had wanted desperately to be on her knees in front of him giving him pleasure. And now she was there, and she had his wonderful cock in her mouth. She slid his underwear down over his muscular buttocks, and on down to the floor. And now she began to think about making him cum. She would not rest until she could taste his cum. So she forced it's head past the beginning of her throat and resisted the reflex to gag. She would have him shove the full length of his big black cock up and down her throat until he fills her throat with his black cum. 

"Oh my God that feels good," he moaned as he helped her force another inch down her throat. "Sweet Jesus, how does she do this without gagging?" he asked himself in amazement. And now another inch, she was close to engulfing the entire length down her throat. 

What she did next he just could not believe, but she grabbed his hips on either side and slowly forced him back and thus pulling the length of his cock out of her throat. But as soon as the gargantuan head cleared the opening of her throat and she could draw a good breath she then reached around and grabbed both of his asscheeks and pulled him and his cock back down her throat, making it just past the point that it had been before. And then she repeated the same moves. Her saliva was drooling out both sides of her mouth onto her legs and the tile floor. She continued to push him out and pull him back in until his full length was down her throat and his balls were hitting her chin. 

But she didn't need to help him anymore, for this had ignited a need in him that was pure lust. Slowly but firmly he was fucking her mouth and throat with his entire cock, and the amount of saliva drooling from her mouth was unbelievable. And now she was tracing the crack of his ass with her fingers again. More forcefully this time. Up from his scrotum with her thumb, and then back down with her index finger, forcing a little deeper into his crack and closer to his anus with each pass. She started to reach and catch the saliva in her hand about every other time and used it to lubricate the crack of his ass. 

He was now quickening his thrusts in and out of her throat with that big black dick of his and she loved it. She increased the speed and depth of her strokes up and down his ass to match his thrusting. She could feel that he was close and so she smeared a lot of her saliva on her thumb and returned it to his ass, and this time applied steady pressure at his backdoor until his anus ring gave way and allowed her thumb entrance. At that very moment a low guttural moan began to escape from deep within him and she felt the first splash of his cum hit way down her throat. He was no longer thrusting in and out of her, but instead he was pushing the full length of his black cock down her throat, and she felt spurt after spurt hit what seemed like the very bottom of her throat. She could feel each one slide on down and into her stomach. 

Tyrone had watched closely, this gorgeous white wife who had his black cock so far down her throat that her nose was hidden by his pubic hair, and had seen her eyes fly wide open when that first shot of black cum erupted. And then watched as she closed her eyes tight, and with a look of satisfaction swallowed what had to be a half-cup of black sperm. 

Once she knew she had drained every last drop of semen from his cock, she rose to her feet and kissed him sloppily, and moved her mouth hungrily along his jaw until it rested near his ear. "We live next door. He'll be asleep and snoring in another hour. Meet me in our backyard under the big oak at midnight. And please bring your big black cock," she giggled. 

And with that she pulled away, looked in the mirror and straightened herself, and was out the door without another word.

To be continued...



The Neighbor's Wife



On my first day home for the summer from law school, my aunts informed me I was escorting them to an open house being held by the Parkers, our new next-door neighbors. I would have much preferred to sleep because I hadn't done a lot of it lately, but my not-so-discreet protestations were summarily ignored. So, at six p.m. on Friday evening, I was dressed in charcoal gray slacks, blue blazer, white, button-down shirt, and a silk Brooks Brothers tie. My stubble had been banished. My black loafers gleamed. 

"You do clean up nicely, Jimmy," Aunt Dorothy said admiringly as she looked me up and down.

"You're quite a handsome man," Aunt Linda said, beaming up at me.

"I'd better be to escort two such beautiful ladies," I replied. Aunt Linda giggled. 

"Background," Aunt Dorothy said. "He is Dr. Arthur Parker, renowned as a surgeon, pompous ass, and self-proclaimed God's gift to women. She's Amanda, his trophy wife."

"She's a cool customer," Aunt Linda added. 

"Kids?" I asked.

"His are grown, and they don't have any," Aunt Dorothy replied. "The Warners will be there, but Julie's back to being a loyal wife, so cool it."

"Simon still doesn't know Julie and I had an affair?" I asked.

"No, he doesn't," Aunt Dorothy said.

"And he doesn't know about Julie and Dorothy either," Aunt Linda added, giving Aunt Dorothy the evil eye. 

Aunt Dorothy reddened and changed the subject. "Here." She handed me a bottle of Silver Oak Cabernet with a bow around its neck. "Carry the house warming gift. Come on. Let's go." 

Aunt Dorothy led the way out the front door, and I brought up the rear as I followed them down the sidewalk and across to the house next door. The Millers from across the street joined us as we walked up the Parker's sidewalk toward their open door. 

Dorothy Nelson, my mother's younger sister and only sibling, took me in and became my legal guardian when my parents were killed in an automobile accident. She was twenty-five and a year out of nursing school. I was a lad of ten. Only a few months later, Linda Connell, twenty-three, graduated from college with a teaching degree and moved in with us. She wasn't really my aunt, but calling her aunt was a convenience. They raised me with all the love and attention a young man could want. Our house was in an upscale neighborhood near the downtown area where older homes were being demolished and new mansions being built for the doctors, lawyers, and other yuppies. Ours was one of the best of the earlier construction and impeccably maintained. The Parker home was one of the new ones, almost gaudy in appearance.

As we queued in the reception line, I got my first look at Amanda Parker. She stood next to her husband, smiling woodenly as she met Mr. and Mrs. Miller. Amanda was a cool, classy beauty with long, loose curls of strawberry-blonde dyed hair framing a square shaped face, a full mouth, clear complexion, and eyes of sea-foam green in a lightly tanned face. When the Millers stepped to the left, I saw the rest of her. She wore a white, backless cocktail dress with a square, halter-style bodice that tied behind her neck and low on her back. The dress, made of a slinky, clinging material, fell to mid thigh. It was the perfect dress to display, in a socially acceptable manner, the perfect figure. Her white open-toed, sling-back pumps with a five-inch high heel brought her to about six feet, her husband's height. There was a solitaire diamond dangling from a gold choker around her neck and an anklet around her right ankle. 

Then Mrs. Parker noticed me. Her body language clearly said she liked what she saw. Aunt Linda went first in the reception line, then Aunt Dorothy who introduced me to Dr. Parker, a beefy and florid man nearing sixty. The word pompous fit him to a tee. He turned slightly and introduced me to his wife before turning his attention to the people behind me. Obviously, my pedigree wasn't enough to hold his attention.

When I shook Amanda's hand, electricity flickered up my arm. Her eyes, no longer wooden, sparkled at me. I handed her the bottle of wine. "Thank you, Jim. I'm happy to meet you," she said with more warmth than a bottle of wine deserved. 

The party was in full swing. I worked my way through the crowd talking to neighbors I seldom saw any more. Some of my friends were there, either home from school as I was, or working in the city and back in the neighborhood to see old faces. I did visit with Simon and Julie, who stopped for a short but pleasant conversation. 

I was in the back yard talking with a group of four when I saw Amanda working her way through the crowd, playing hostess as she talked to her guests. She watched me surreptitiously from the corner of her eye, and it wasn't long before she joined us. We made small talk for a few minutes before I excused myself to go the bar. I joined another group, visited with them, and waited. Once again, Amanda joined us. We all had a pleasant visit before she left to mingle with her guests.

By then, I had received enough signs - signals if you will - from the wife of Doctor Parker to know she wanted me. I don't mean to sound cocky, or, heavens forbid, pompous like her husband, but I was not mistaken. She was a woman men pursue with wild abandon, hurling platitudes and diamonds like spears and laying roses in her path. I'm sure she had been fighting them off since puberty, so her instincts were trained to be wary. Her position as the trophy of a wealthy man doubled her need for discretion and increased her anxiety. So my pursuit of her, or, my surrender to her after her pursuit, if you will, would be a little game of cat and mouse I believed I'd find most enjoyable. 

I rejoined my aunts who were on the patio talking to the Solomons, who lived in the next block. We were discussing the stock market when I felt a tug on my coat sleeve. I turned to face a young woman who was only five six or so even in her heels. She had bright, bleached-blonde hair that fell straight, almost to her waist, far too much makeup, and she wore skin tight, black leather pants encasing a well-shaped ass with a black leather halter-top that was losing the battle to contain her breasts. Her midriff was bare, and her navel piercing held a dangling diamond. 

"Hi, Jimmy Johnson. Remember me?" I saw the barbell in her tongue when she spoke. 

"Cheyenne Young. My but you're growing up."

"I go to college in the fall. Come talk to me," she said taking my hand. 

She led the way, first to the bar to refresh our drinks where she got a rum and coke and I got a light Scotch and water, and then to the far corner of the back yard where we sat on a bench under a magnolia tree. I sat facing the house and her. As Cheyenne and I talked, she batted her eyelashes and gave me plenty of looks down her cleavage. She kept her firm thigh pressed against mine and initiated our handholding. Cheyenne had grown up in the neighborhood, and she'd had a crush on me since she was eight. She'd be easy pickings. Too easy. But I always liked her, and she had developed nicely, so I didn't want to be rude.  

We had been on the bench about thirty minutes when Aunt Linda joined us. "Dorothy and I are ready to go, Jimmy," she said. 

I stood and Cheyenne stood with me, holding tightly to my hand. I said to her, "When will you be eighteen?"

"I am now," she lied. Then she deflated. She knew I knew how old she was. 

"After you're eighteen, I'll call you," I said. "In the meantime, be sweet." I kissed her lightly on the lips, squeezed her hand, and left her there.

I enjoyed Cheyenne. She didn't give me the brainless bimbo act she used on kids her own age. But I'd spent that much time with her because of the effect our visit was having on Amanda Parker. She had kept an eye on us like a jealous wife.  

Aunt Linda and I worked our way back through the crowd, saying our goodbyes to friends old and new, and easing Aunt Dorothy out of a heated discussion. We were almost to the front door when Amanda stepped in front of me.

"Leaving so soon," she asked me. 

"With all these guests, you'll hardly miss us," I said. 

"I wouldn't say that. I saw you with that girl, and I was hoping for equal time."

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Cheyenne is unattached and you're spoken for."

She started to say something but bit her tongue. Her face changed back to the happy but wooden hostess. "Well, we certainly enjoyed having you here. Come back again soon." 

I escorted my aunts to our house. Aunt Linda went straight to their bedroom, no doubt to shed her high heels as she never enjoyed wearing them. Aunt Dorothy went to the bar. "Something else, Jimmy?" she called out. 

"Thanks, but I'll pass," I said.

I plopped down on the couch in the living room, kicked off my loafers, and put my feet on the coffee table. With a highball glass in her hand, Aunt Dorothy sat down beside me. 

"So, stud," she said. "Which one are you going to fuck first?" I grinned but didn't speak. "Cheyenne would've done you on the spot if you'd asked her." Aunt Dorothy took a sip. "Did you make a date with her?"

"I still think she's eight with pigtails and two teeth missing," I replied.

"I thought I raised you better than that, Jimmy. That is not the body of an eight-year-old."

"I told her I'd call her when she's eighteen. That's only in, what, four months?"

"But that's not the real reason you put Cheyenne off, is it?" Aunt Dorothy said.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning Amanda Parker, the trophy wife. She is a beauty, isn't she?

"Yes, she is," I replied, and a picture of Amanda filled my mind.

Aunt Dorothy watched me intently when I lamely smiled at her. "She couldn't take her eyes off of you either. You know the wonderful doctor is gone all day, and she's alone most of the time." I didn't reply. Aunt Dorothy took another sip of her scotch and soda and said, "My guess is you'll have her by Friday."

"This Friday? Wow, you do have a lot of confidence in me," I exclaimed.  

"I do. And I know she's very unhappy. She's not like me, Jimmy. You know how I treasure my independence." 

I nodded. 

Aunt Dorothy continued. "She likes belonging to a man and all that it means, but Arthur is a fool. He really does treat her like she's a slave girl in his harem, either ignoring her or showing her off like she's a brainless Barbie doll. No one likes that, and Amanda is certainly no exception. Did you see that diamond ring on her finger?"

"How could I miss it?" I said. 

"Three carats at least. It's quite a rock. Your problem is she won't do anything to endanger her meal ticket." 

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked. 

"Dr. Arthur Angus Parker is a pig, a pig who requires regular blow jobs from an office clerk I know in order to keep her job. A pig who has hit on both Linda and me." 

"Aunt Dorothy! I do believe you're blushing. Tell me all about it," I demanded.

"You know I didn't give in," she said pointedly, emphasizing the "I". 

"But Aunt Linda did?"

"He caught her at a weak moment, and that's all I'm going to say." 

I waited. It wasn't long before she continued. 

"I will tell you this. He is one hell of a seducer, smooth as silk. She said he was good in bed, but not nearly as good as you are." She downed her drink, sat the tumbler noisily on the table, and stood. She kissed me on the forehead, rumbled my hair, and said, "It's bedtime for me. Lock everything up, will you, honey?"

"Sure, Aunt Dorothy. Good night."

I haven't said enough about my dear Aunt Dorothy. She's only fifteen years older than I am, younger than my dead mother by six years. She is smart and intelligent. She has a good sense of humor and a backbone of steel. She's an attractive woman, tall and slender, with great legs and smallish breasts. Her black hair is kept short as she hates to spend time on it. Her eyes, like mine and my mother's, are a rich, bright blue. She was thirty-eight, still in the prime of her womanhood. 

She and Aunt Linda taught me the difference between sex and love and how they fit together. Aunt Dorothy would talk to me about anything, anytime, being open and honest. Sometimes, she was a little too clinical, but she was a nurse. 

She taught me about sex. I don't mean Aunt Dorothy fucked me. She had said, "I'm a lesbian, Jimmy. I like men. I just don't like to fuck them. But even if I liked to fuck men, I wouldn't fuck you because you're my nephew and I'm your aunt and your legal guardian, so quit getting hard every time you look at me."

Aunt Linda was an entirely different matter. She was bisexual, and she wasn't really my aunt. She was as attractive as Aunt Dorothy, but shorter, less extraverted, and more passive. She had a sweet demeanor and a soft, womanly body. Men were attracted to her, but she usually told them "no." She had had an eight-year-long affair with a married teacher at her school. Because he was married, their time together was sporadic. It was the way she preferred it. She was in the relationship for the sex just like he was. Aunt Linda was the woman I first held in my arms. Together, she and Aunt Dorothy taught me what women like and want and need, how to please and fuck and eat and stroke and tease them until they begged for cock. 

Neither of my aunts would ever marry. As Aunt Dorothy said, if they needed a man for sex, they could find one. For love, they had each other, sleeping together in a queen-sized bed in the master bedroom.

I awakened early the next morning, slipped out of bed, and put on my boxer shorts before padding toward the smell of fresh coffee coming from the kitchen. Aunt Linda, in a revealing knee-length nightgown, was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper.

"How did you sleep?" she asked. 

"Just fine." I kissed her on the mouth and poured myself a full mug of her strong brew. "How about you?"

"Wonderful as always, but I was thinking of a nap this afternoon," she said. 

"That sounds good."

"Maybe you could join me," she said, with a reddish tinge in her cheeks. 

"I'd love to." I never approached Aunt Linda. She always approached me. That arrangement had worked out just fine. 

I finished my coffee and read the sports page before changing into my running gear and hitting the road like I did five or six mornings a week. As I jogged the familiar streets near home, the air was cool and only slightly damp. After my run, I walked the final half block to cool down. I was opening my front door when a voice called out, "Jim."

It was Amanda with my billfold in her hand. I had intentionally left it at the Parker house to see how it would get returned. She was wearing Bermuda shorts, sandals, and an expensive, tasteful blouse. She looked good, very good. As I watched her cross the yard toward me, I realized where I'd seen that walk. It was the straight-backed promenade beauty-pageant contestants use when they walk across the stage.  

When she got to my house, I wished her good morning, invited her in, and closed the door behind her. She handed me the billfold and said, "This must have slipped out of your pocket last night."

"Must have. Thanks for bringing it over."

She was on-edge. "Arthur is leaving for a conference in Boston in the morning. He won't be back until Wednesday," she said.

"He's not taking you?" 

"He never does," she said. 

"That's too bad. Well, thanks for bringing this over. I know you've got things to do."

She bristled. My guess was in Amanda Parker's experience, men did not dismiss women like her, unless they were married to her. Rather, they curried her favor to bask in the sunshine of her beauty. She was on shaky ground having to pursue instead of being pursued. She started to speak and her hands rose to touch me, but when her fingers brushed my arms, she dropped them to her side and blushed. I purposely brushed my hand against her as I opened the door. She turned and was against me, her breasts grazing my chest. Her expression said, kiss me, but I didn't. I smiled and opened the door. She looked confused as she stepped out onto the porch. 

"Have a good day," I said as I closed the door behind her. 

I went to my bedroom and hooked up my computer that I'd brought home from school. I checked my e-mail and played around for a little while before eating lunch with my aunts. Over a tuna fish sandwich, Aunt Dorothy produced a honey-do list that would keep me busy most of the summer. 

I didn't run Sunday morning. In fact, I didn't get out of bed until ten when my two dear aunts demanded I take them to lunch. "Nothing fancy, Jimmy. Just Matthew's Grill," Aunt Dorothy said. Ah, Matthew's Grill. The best eggs in the world. And the best coffee. I had a grilled T-Bone, four fried eggs, hash browns, biscuits, and coffee. "I forgot how much he can eat," Aunt Linda said to Aunt Dorothy as I finished up the last of my feast. 

An hour or so later, I went out back to start the yard work. I wore standard yard work attire: old shorts, an old T-shirt, and tennis shoes. By two, I was mowing the front lawn. Amanda Parker watched me from her kitchen window. I pretended I didn't see her. Soon, she came outside and pretended to examine her flowers. I killed the lawnmower engine and wiped my face on my shirt. 

"Hi, Jim," she said brightly. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Sure is," I replied. 

"You look like you need a break. Want some lemonade?" she asked.

"That'd be nice," I said. 

"Come on over." She turned and headed for her front door.

She wasn't dressed for yard work. She wore skin tight shorts, a halter top, and mules with three inch heels. Her hair was in a pony tail. The rock was on her finger, the choker and solitaire around her neck, and the chain around her ankle. I followed her enticing sway through her front door, which I shut behind me, and into her kitchen where a large crystal pitcher full of lemonade sat on a silver tray. A small silver candy dish piled with Pepperidge Farms' Milano cookies sat beside it.

"Did you get your hubby off to Boston?" I asked.

"Eleven-thirty flight," she replied. "Have a seat." 

I sat at the kitchen table. She sat in the chair nearest me, turned it to face me, and crossed her legs, right over left. They were great legs. 

"So, tell me all about yourself." She leaned forward to pour the lemonade into Waterford glasses, with the pleasant side-effect of giving me an excellent view of her cloth-encased breasts above her flat and narrow stomach. 

She asked, so I told her. Salutatorian of my high school class and President of the Student Council. Bachelor of Arts in Political Science summa cum laude. Top one per cent in my law school class after the first year. Golfer. Music lover, everything from Baroque to jazz. I filled in some details, told her how I loved my morning runs, participated in school activities, things like that. She was a good listener. 

"Isn't law school expensive?" she asked. 

I explained I had a couple of scholarships and my aunts helped. It was a bald-faced lie, but the truth wasn't any of her business. My father and his father before him had been single children and successful lawyers. Inheritance from my grandparents and parents, life insurance proceeds, the litigation settlement, and the skillful investments by the money manager over the fourteen years since they had died gave me a brokerage account containing about $12 million. The income had paid for college. I did not flaunt my money and I never would.  

Then I laid the last bit on her, which seemed to be more important to the women I met than it was to me. "I work as a male model, too, print work primarily, for everything from autos to underwear. I've done two TV commercials and been in a music video," I said.

"That sounds like fun," she said.

"It is, and it pays well. I'll bet you've done some modeling yourself."

"I did," she said brightly. "Print work, of course, and some commercials, nothing national though." I wondered if Amanda had been with another woman. From the female models I knew, I guessed she had. 




The Neighbor's Wife



"Beauty pageants?" I asked.

"Why, yes. Both the Miss America and Miss USA, but I didn't win." 

"The judges were blind," I said. 

"Thank you, Jim." She said it in a way that proved she was used to men complimenting her appearance. But she eyed me, evaluating the depth of my interest. 

"How long have you been Mrs. Doctor Parker?"

"Arthur and I were married almost two years ago."

"When you were fifteen?" I said. 

She laughed, a soft, sweet sound with a hint of husky undertone. "Thanks again, but I was twenty-two."

Which makes you my age, I thought. 

She hesitated. 

"Go on," I said. 

"My father's a doctor. He and my mother were friends of Arthur and Jane, his first wife. I've known him all my life. When he proposed... well, he is a handsome and prosperous man, and he does know how to court a lady."

"Why did he and Jane breakup?"

"She had an affair, and he caught her." Something made her blush, maybe the realization of what was brewing between the two of us. "Arthur is a jealous man," she said introspectively. 

"Why did she play around?" I asked. 

I wasn't really asking about Arthur's first wife. I was asking about his current wife. Amanda understood but she pulled down the protective barrier we humans develop to protect ourselves and our thoughts. 

"I don't know." 

"Speculate," I said. 

"I couldn't," she said, but she meant, I won't.

I leaned toward her, intentionally invading her personal space. She drew back, and her mouth opened as I tapped the softness of her left breast over her heart. "What's inside here? In your heart."

"I like my life." 

She hesitated. She had to know I knew she was lying. 

"I love my husband." 

"That's a stock answer. What's deep inside?"

Amanda didn't answer. She uncrossed her legs and put both feet on the floor. The muscles in her thighs tightened as if she were going to stand, but she didn't. She looked out the window, seeing something far away. "I'm not stupid, you know," she said defensively.

"I know. I suspect you're a hell of a lot smarter than you let on."

She looked at me with angry eyes. "Men see my body and automatically think I don't have a brain in my head."

"Not me. I think smart is better than stacked any day."

"Excuse me," she said. 

She stood and walked down the hall. I heard a door close. I walked to the window to see their back yard in the daylight. It was immaculate, with all the proper plantings in all the proper places and the hot tub bubbling benignly. I heard her footsteps and turned to watch her. She had adjusted her halter, let down her hair, and freshened her makeup.

"More lemonade?" she asked.

"No, thanks. Come tell me about the real you."

We sat down. She started slowly, probably thinking I wasn't really interested, but I was interested, and I am a good listener. 

"I've got a bachelor's in English and I'm working on my Master's in creative writing," she began. "Arthur's not too thrilled about me still being in school and grumbles about it, but he hasn't demanded I quit." Her eyes gleamed as she confided, "I want to write children's books. I've got some ideas." 

She talked about her ideas for a book, and I interjected comments when appropriate. She talked about herself and her family and friends. She was animated and personable and warm. More than that, she could not stop talking because it had been way too long since someone had asked about her wants and her desires.

When she ran down about thirty minutes later, I asked, "Are you going to have children?"

"No. Arthur made that clear before we were married. No more kids for him." She slouched back in her chair dejectedly and crossed her legs again. Her foot moved back and forth.  

"What does the inscription on your ankle bracelet say?"

She stiffened. "Nothing really."

"Oh, come on. What does it say?"

Her jaw set, and her eyes challenged me to think ill of her. "Property of Dr. A. A. Parker," she said. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No. Do you?"

"Why did you ask?" she demanded. 

I didn't answer. We waited and watched and took in each other with our eyes. I knew before long Mrs. Amanda Parker would be naked and squealing in my bed. And I suspected Mrs. Parker knew it, too, but there was still part of her that resisted the idea. 

"I've enjoyed talking to you more than you know, but I need to finish the yard. Thanks for the lemonade," I said. 

She stood when I did and was in my arms. She initiated the kiss, her lips soft and needy, her tongue flicking against my teeth, her hands on my waist. I didn't touch her.  

When she broke the kiss, I acted angry as I said curtly, "If we start, I won't stop. Not with you. So no teasing. Understand?" She nodded. "Don't start unless you plan to go all the way." 

I turned and started for the door. She didn't follow me, so I let myself out. As I finished the front yard, I saw her watching me more than once. I half expected her to ask me to come over again, but she didn't. That was only a minor disappointment because I was looking forward to tomorrow. 

Monday morning, I ran early, had eggs and toast with my aunts, and saw them off to work. I went to the paint store to buy supplies and get color samples because painting the house was on the agenda they had given me. Then I stopped at the hardware store to get what I needed to overhaul the toilets and to buy a new kitchen faucet. I was digging through the refrigerator trying to decide what to have for lunch when Amanda called. 

"Hi, Jim," she bubbled. "I was going to have a sandwich and I hate to eat alone. Would you like to join me?" 

"I'll be right over," I said. 

As a male model, I have to work hard to stay in shape. I know the effect my naked chest with its well-defined pecs and six-pack abs has on women. I stripped off my clothes and put on a pair of gray gym shorts and nothing else. I was at her back door a minute later. She let me in, closed the door behind me, and stared at me as her hands fluttered helplessly. She was impeccably dressed in a wraparound skirt and halter-top. A short gold chain was around her neck and the ankle bracelet was in place. She was perfectly attired for the wife of a socially prominent man except for her expression, which was, for lack of a better word, horny. 

"What's for lunch?" I asked with a lop-sided grin, ignoring her obvious desire. 

Damn, but she wanted to put her hands on me, and I knew it. This wasn't her game, the kind of game she'd played all her life of teasing men and having the power to drive them mad. This time she was the one whose desire was eating her up.

She stepped toward me, but I stopped her with a hand on each shoulder. "I meant it. You start it, and I'll fuck you long and often."

"I want you," she moaned.

"All the way?"

"Yes, damn it. All the way."   

We kissed hard and deep as she ground her crotch into mine. I removed her halter and her nipples burned holes in my chest. 

But when I found the flap holding her skirt in place and released it, letting the skirt flutter to the floor, she jerked away, grabbed the skirt, and ran from the room. I opened her refrigerator, found the lemonade, poured two glasses of it, and sat at her kitchen table. Five minutes later, she returned, not meeting my eyes as she walked with small, guilty steps to the table where she sat opposite me. 

"I'm sorry, Jim. It's just... God, you probably think I'm a slut because I'm chasing you so shamelessly, but I was a virgin when Arthur first had me. I've been faithful to him. I've been good, but, now."  I didn't speak until she stilled and raised her eyes to silently beseech me. "Maroon," I said. 

"I beg your pardon?" she asked, obviously confused. 

"Maroon," I said. "Now you say it."

"All right. Maroon. What does it mean?"

"Maroon can mean abandoned, left behind. That's what the good doctor has done to you, abandoned you here while he's at work or at his meetings."

She nodded her agreement. 

"And he maroons you here when he's with other women." 

She neither defended him nor asked how I knew there were others, giving unspoken admission that there were. I felt my cock rising in my shorts. 

"Does it feel good being marooned?" I asked. 

She shook her head "no." 

I stood and my erection, tenting my shorts, pointed at her face. She stared unabashedly at it. When she raised her eyes to mine, sexual need was unmistakable. 

"Maroon is a color, a deep, dark red, like the blood pumping through your veins right now, making your face flush and your nipples throb, showing you're hot with need - the need to be fucked by me." I took another small step leaving us inches apart. Had she leaned forward a little, her lips would brush the spear point. "Maroon is the color of my blood engorging my cock, making it ready for you."

Suddenly, she panicked, slipping out of the chair to stand trembling by the kitchen counter. Her breathing was shallow, her face terrified, but her legs were parted and her hands were fisted by her side. 

"I can't. I'm married to Arthur. I belong to him."

"I know, and I know how much that means to you. I'm not going to do anything to cause him to leave you. I'm not going to try to take you away from him. You'll still be Mrs. Doctor Parker. This is about you and me and fucking -- hard, happy, heavy fucking."

"I could never agree to have an affair with you. Never."

I stepped into her, pressing her against the counter with my legs between hers and my cock burrowing into her belly and my hands on her back. She made no move to stop me. In truth, her legs parted more to allow me access, and her hands, first raised as fists in defense, lay open on my bare chest. 

"You don't need to agree. Maroon has one more meaning. You can say 'no' or 'stop' or anything else, and I'll ignore it. Except maroon. Maroon is your safeword."

"My safeword," she mouthed.

"Say 'maroon' and I will stop. I'll stop and walk away, but all other protestations will be ignored. Do you understand?"

"I understand," she said. 

I grabbed her, kissing her hard and deep and long as my hands roamed. She softened and yielded, willingly accepting my hands, helping me dispose of her skirt, and moaning when I yanked down her panties. I guided her to the kitchen table and pushed her on her back. I pulled my shorts down and was ready to enter when she gasped, "Maroon." 

Maybe I should have rammed it home, but I didn't. I pulled up my shorts. 

"I'm sorry, Jim. Please. Don't leave. I'm sorry!" She was saying "I'm sorry" as the door slammed behind me. 

Don't get me wrong. All I had to do was ignore her safeword, and I could have fucked her. For a lot of men, that would be enough -- another notch on their belt. But I learned long ago that sex is best when both people enjoy it. I knew Amanda Parker wanted me, and I'd bet I would have her before too long, but if I didn't that was all right, too. It had to be for her pleasure as well as mine because, if it was, my pleasure was maximized. 

And there was something else, something I had never experienced with a woman. For me, it was a new and strange feeling, a protective and nurturing feeling, spouting like a kernel in my mind.

The phone was ringing when I got home. I saw on the caller ID it was Amanda. I didn't pick up. It rang twice more in the next five minutes. I was pulling everything out from under the kitchen sink to install the new faucet, when the doorbell rang. I'd been home seventeen minutes. 

She had changed into a loose mid-thigh skirt and pullover jersey top with sandals on her feet. She wore no jewelry except the rock on her finger and the ankle bracelet, both of which testified she belonged to Dr. Parker. I said nothing as I stood in the door facing her. 

"May I come in?" she asked humbly. I stepped aside, let her enter, and closed the door behind her. "I'm sorry, Jim. Very sorry. If you give me another chance, I promise I won't say maroon again. No matter what you do. Please."

"No," I said. 

"Please, please. I won't disappoint either of us," she said.

"Go home." 

The next move was up to her because it was important for her to be sure. A shy, little grin crossed her face when she realized why I waited without touching her. She smiled lovingly as she crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her top, and pulled it over her head. She stepped out of her sandals, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Except for Parker's ownership trinkets, she was naked as the day she was born. 

She was a woman self-trained to pose and prance and preen before men. She had strutted on runways, in beauty pageants, and made love to cameras. She knew each aspect of her body made men weak in the knees, and collectively the package could be overwhelming. But she wasn't trying to mesmerize me with her physical beauty as she stood naked before me. 

She was simply a woman who wanted a man, who had removed her clothes to make herself available to him. More importantly, she had stripped away her reserve, her protection of self, leaving her emotionally naked as well. She was needy for me. She was frightened I wouldn't respond in kind. Her need made her irresistible.

When I took her hand, she squealed and tears formed in her eyes in the spilt second before she threw her arms round my neck to hug me. I held her tightly as she whispered in my ear, "I want you so much I'm dying inside. I want to be your hot slut and fuck you forever."  "Come on, you hot slut. Let's fuck."

"Oh, God, yes," she gasped. 

I led her down the hall to my bedroom. She ran to the bed and threw herself down on her back. She was twitching and squirming, unable to be still, and her face was a symphony of sexual desire. I took off my shorts, and my erection bounced into view. She jumped to her knees on the bed and grabbed my cock. Quickly, she took the tip in her mouth, giving it a nice coating of saliva before sitting back to examine it. 

"I've never seen anything like this. It's long, and thick, too. Thick like I've never seen."

"Have you seen a lot of cocks?" I asked in a smart-aleck sort of way. 

She grinned. "Not in real life, but I am intelligent enough to work a computer." She gave my cock a hard squeeze. "And interested enough to find some sexy web sites. Come on." She held my cock firmly, using it to guide me between her legs as she lay back again and stuck her legs straight up in the air. 

She was tight and hot and wet as I worked my cock into with short thrusts. "Give it all to me. Now," she demanded. I did, driving my cock in her to the root. She gasped, "I'm cumming," and her muscles began to tighten. I watched her face, relishing her ecstasy, until her muscles became flaccid and her face beamed up at me.

"I want more. I need more. Please make me cum again, Jimmy. Make me cum until I die."

How many times she came that day, I have no idea. She came for the last time with her hands pinned over her head and her knees by her breasts. Sweat-soaked and with bright red skin hot to the touch, she screamed and cursed as I pumped load after load into her womb. She exhaled loudly and was asleep.

I lay beside her and took her in as she slept as peaceful as an angel. She was magnificent, every little part of her from the top of her head to the tips of perfect feet. My fingers memorized the feel of her satiny skin, smooth and soft, and my eyes feasted. Even her underbelly, where her pubic hair was at one time, was smooth without a trace of stubble. I kissed her there and she didn't move. I covered her over with a comforter, put on my shorts, and went out to the kitchen. 

I was under the sink finishing installing the sprayer when I heard Aunt Dorothy come in. She called out hello and I yelled in reply. She had a lewd grin when she joined me.

"Amanda's clothes are in the hall," she said. "Where is she?"

"Asleep in my bed."

"Did you have fun?"

I turned and showed her my back. "Good Lord, Jimmy. You look like you lost a fight with a cat. Sit on the chair and I'll clean you up."

"I'll be fine," I said.

"I'm the nurse. Sit down." She used her nurse's voice, the one that made patients obey without thinking. I sat on a kitchen chair facing its back. In a few moments, Aunt Dorothy was washing my wounds. "I can tell she liked it. How about you?" When I didn't answer, she said, "That good, huh?"

"That good," I said. 

"Do you love her?"

"Aunt Dorothy, I don't even like all the women I fuck, let alone love."

"Deflective answer, mockingly given. I'd say you had it bad," she said quietly. 

We didn't talk as she finished scrubbing the wounds and applying Bactroban. I stood and stretched. "I need coffee," I said. 

"I'll have some, too," Amanda said. Aunt Dorothy and I both turned around to see her. She was smiling shyly, eyes bloated from sex, wrapped in the comforter. She came to me with short little steps and buried her head in my chest. I held her there, lost in the feel of her.

"I hate to break this to you," Aunt Dorothy said apologetically, "but doesn't Arthur call about six every night when he's out of town?"

"Shit," Amanda muttered. She turned, dropped the comforter, and walked away.

Aunt Dorothy watched with desire "That's a sassy ass your women has, Jimmy." She realized what she said and hung her head in shame. 

In a second, Amanda returned wearing her skirt and sandals, and came to me. "Can you come over and spend the night?" she said. 

"Of course," I replied.

"I'll order Chinese. Say an hour?"

"I'll be there."

She kissed me with her naked breasts caressing my chest, before slipping on her top, kissing me again, and turning to Aunt Dorothy. 

"Good night, Dorothy," she said.

"Good night," Aunt Dorothy replied. 

I'd seen the interchange between the two of them. Aunt Dorothy wanted Amanda and Amanda knew it. I wondered if anything had transpired between them. Aunt Dorothy was lost in thought until she looked at me and blushed.

"Have you two?" I asked. 

She shook her head. 

"But you want to?" 

She nodded. 

"Has she ever?"

"She told me once with another girl at a beauty contest," Aunt Dorothy answered. 

"Did you proposition her?" I asked.

Aunt Dorothy gave me a look that could wither an iron pole. "Shut up, Jimmy."

I knocked on Amanda's back door about an hour later. She answered, freshly scrubbed and cleaned, wearing little makeup and the same top and skirt she wore earlier. She ushered me in, kissed me hungrily, and led me to the table where two places were set and Chinese food containers crowded the center. 

We visited and ate. When dinner was over, we cleaned up the kitchen before she took my hand and led me to her marital bed. She undressed, pulled back the covers, and let me crawl in beside her before covering us over. We cuddled until she slid her hand down and wrapped it around my cock.

"How about taking off that ankle bracelet?" I said. It was one of those times I spoke before thinking. 

She released my cock and sat up beside me. Her eyes burned into me. "Why?" she asked. When I didn't answer, she said, "I know I'm a woman who has a deep need to belong to a man, Jimmy. I belong to Arthur and that anklet shows it more than a ring like all married women wear. Until another man takes it off me and puts his in its place, this one stays." 

I had the urge to run to the nearest jewelry store. She smiled as if she had read my thoughts, leaned over, and sucked my cock into her mouth. When I was fully erect, she said, "Can I be on top? I've never done it that way." I welcomed her. Our lovemaking was softer and sweeter and slower paced that night, but while the intensity of the heat was less, the pleasure was at least as great.  

We didn't have sex for a week. She was too sore Tuesday and Arthur came home Wednesday. But from there forward, we were together as much as time and circumstances would allow, which meant we spent most every day with each other. Sometimes, we studied. Sometimes, we fucked. Sometimes, we made love. 




The Neighbor's Wife



Always, we talked. We talked about school and life and kids, and about politics and society and philosophy. We asked questions, and there was no lying. The questions might be funny but the situation was too serious to lie. 

Like the time I asked, "What are your measurements?"

"I wondered when you'd ask," she said with a laugh. "You noticed I said when. Not if."

"So answer."

"36D-24-35. How big is your dick?"

"I don't know. You'll have to measure it." She surprised me by jumping up and going to the kitchen drawers. In a second, she returned with a soft measuring tape. "A sewing tape? I didn't know you could sew."

"There's a lot you don't know about me yet. Stand up." She unzipped my shorts, and pulled them and my tidy-whities down. I wasn't erect, but I was looking forward to her making me that way before she measured me. But she measured what she saw. "About five inches, average from what I hear," she said as she walked to the cabinet and put the tape away.  

"Hey! No fair. You're supposed to measure when I'm hard." 

"Don't be ashamed, Jimmy," she said cloyingly. "I won't tell many people."

She started laughing. She was laughing so hard it was easy to drag her to the floor and tickle her until she begged for mercy. And it was easy to fuck her there, getting us all hot and sweaty and delirious with happiness. 

One time she asked, "How many children do you want?"

"Two or three. How about you?"

"Three or four. It's something that can be worked out."

And there was the time I said, "There won't be a third."

"What do you mean?"

"You said I'm your second man. There won't be a third."

She smiled in a way that made me weak in the knees, "If you were my man and I was your woman, that would be your decision, and I would abide by the decision you made."

When she returned to her schoolwork, writing on a yellow legal pad with a ballpoint pen, she had a happy and self-satisfied grin. I don't know how long I watched her, taken in by her radiance even when she was doing something mundane. I went back to my work learning torts, always a dynamic subject. 

"How about women?" Her head rested on her folded hands, and her eyes sparkled. 

"Women?" 

"You said if you were my man and I was your woman, there wouldn't be any more men. How about women?"

"Would you like that?"

"Maybe."

"How many women have there been?"

"Two."

"You told Aunt Dorothy one."

"I lied to her. I'm not going to lie to you. Not ever."

"Did you like it?" 

"Yes."

"Do you want to do it again?"

"If you want me to."

"I do."

"All right. I will." She picked up her pen, started to write, stopped, and looked up at me. "Any more questions?"

"Have you done a dog?"

She dropped the pen and gasped, obviously shocked. I tried not to smirk. "No way!"

"But if I tell you to do a dog, you will."

"You're not my man, so I wouldn't."

"If I was your man."

"Are you serious?"

"As a boil."

"Have you seen that?"

"Seen and participated several times. They all loved it." My sweet Amanda was horrified, but I detected a glimmer of interest. I went back to my work and she watched me. I could almost see her mind whirring. 

"Jimmy," she said softly. I stopped working. "If I was your woman, I'd do whatever you told me to do." 

I nodded. 

"But if you loved me, you wouldn't tell me to do something I didn't want to do."

"Not true. I might very well tell you to do it, particularly if I thought you secretly wanted to."

"I do not want to be with a dog," she said, but I wasn't convinced.  

"How about a break? I need some coffee."

And the first time I told her I loved her: it was a Friday in July, actually the sixth Friday since we'd met at her party. We were at lunch, having sandwiches at my house. We already knew we weren't going to have sex that day. Arthur was taking some of his buddies and their wives to a baseball game and Amanda was scheduled to go. We had just enough time in the afternoon before he would be home and they would leave.

She knew what I was going to say before I said it. 

"I love you," I said.

"I know, but I can't tell you how happy I am you finally said it. I love you, too, but I've told you a thousand times."

"Tell me again."

"I love you, Jimmy."

Everything was different after that. I absolutely hated that she slept in his bed at night. Irrational? Probably. She was his wife. But, damnit, she was mine in every other way. 

After she left for the baseball game, I went to the jewelry store. I bought her a lovely engagement ring. It was only one carat, not nearly as big as the boulder Parker had given her, but it was a flawless blue-white-the most perfect kind. And I bought a bracelet for her ankle. I had it inscribed "Jimmy Johnson's loving woman."

My aunts had known all along what was happening. Even if Aunt Dorothy hadn't caught us red-handed, I couldn't keep anything from them. They had been counseling me through the affair. Aunt Linda had been totally supportive, without a hint of negative input, but Aunt Dorothy gave me both sides of the issue. 

Over dinner that night I told my aunts I was going to ask Amanda to get a divorce and marry me, and that I was going to do it tomorrow.

"What will you do?" Aunt Dorothy asked.

"March over there and confront Arthur," I said. "I just hope he doesn't own a gun."

"He might, but he won't use it. He's too civilized for that," Aunt Dorothy said. 

I didn't sleep well that night. Saturday morning, I was up even earlier than usual, and I ran farther than I normally did. I needed to work off my nervous energy. When I returned to the house, my aunts were having coffee. I grabbed a cup and went to shower. I had finished dressing in a pullover knit shirt and khakis when I heard the doorbell ring. I put on my loafers, put the ring and anklet I bought for Amanda in my pocket, and went down the hall. I heard Arthur Parker's booming voice before I saw him. 

Their backs were to me as they marched into the living room. Amanda collapsed on the couch with Aunt Dorothy sitting by her to comfort her. Aunt Linda was perched on the couch arm beside them. The good doctor was standing by the fireplace, puffed up like a rooster and as red-faced as a lobster. 

He saw me and turned redder. His eyes bugged out. "She is pregnant," he boomed, pointing at Amanda. I looked at her, and her expression confirmed his news. 

"And," Parker said, taking a half step toward me, "I am not the father. I had a vasectomy years ago."

He locked his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on the balls of his Rockports as he looked down his nose at me with a smirk. "You see, Jimmy boy, when a smart man like me has a whoring slut for a wife, he takes protective measures. Amanda never was on the pill. I have always switched her birth control for placebos because a baby is proof positive of her adultery. An adulteress and her bastard child don't get anything."

I don't know what they expected, but they all watched in silence as I took Amanda's left hand and gently removed her engagement and wedding rings. I put the engagement ring I had bought in their place. Her expression was unbelieving happiness as I knelt in front of her, removed Arthur's anklet, and fastened mine around her leg. 

I handed Arthur his tokens and said, "Talk to a lawyer Monday. The law is on her side and you fucked up big time in substituting her pills without her knowledge. She has you by the balls. We will be real easy to deal with as long as you act like a gentleman, which includes treating and talking about Amanda with respect. Now go play golf. We'll have her personal effects out before you get home, and the rest of what she wants out by Monday evening."

He started to speak, and I put the flat of my hand gently on his chest. He jumped back and glared at me. "Remember, Arthur. She's mine and her child is mine. Don't say anything bad about them, or all hell will break loose."

He swelled up like a toad, standing on tiptoe to make himself seem bigger. "Are you threatening me?" he demanded. 

"Yes, I am," I said. 

He glared at Amanda once more before huffing toward the front door. "Arthur," Amanda called sweetly. He stopped and turned toward her. In a kind and gentle voice, she said, "I tried to love you. I really did. But you treated me so shabbily and... well, you are such a pig."

I thought Arthur Parker was going to explode. I had a vision of flying body parts and entrails like a bad Hollywood movie, but he stormed out, slamming the door so hard it shattered the window in it.

We four stood in the welcome silence as we absorbed all that had happened until Amanda held out her hand and I took it, pulling her into my arms. "How pregnant are you?" I asked.

"Six weeks. It must have happened that first time we were together." She looked determined with her jaw set when she said, "I'm glad your baby is growing in me, Jimmy. I won't give it up for anything, but I didn't do it to trap you."

"Give it up? I just wish I'd thought of taking your birth control pills away from you. It might have been even more fun if we'd known what we were creating."  

"Well, we'll leave you two alone," Aunt Linda said. 

But Aunt Dorothy replied, "No, we won't. We have a wedding to plan, and I want to see him on his knees proposing to her."  

I dropped to my knees and begged like a love-sick loon for Amanda to be my wife, once her divorce was final, of course. Amanda laughed and cried as she accepted. 

"All right, ladies. Amanda has never been out with me because she was married to him. Now, I want us all to go out for breakfast. Then we'll come back and start moving her from next door." 

Just then the doorbell rang. I answered it with the three of them peering over my shoulder. It was the Millers from across the street. 

"Is everything all right?" Mr. Miller asked. 

"Couldn't be better," I replied happily. 

Mrs. Miller smiled. "So Arthur finally confronted the two of you," she said. 

"I'd guess you two are now together," Mr. Miller said. 

"We're together," Amanda said, and I heard the uncontrollable love in her voice. 

"Wait a minute. What do you mean finally?" I asked.

"He's known all along. We all have. Everyone in the neighborhood."

"But we were so discreet," Amanda said. 

"Oh, honey, your faces said it all," Mrs. Miller replied. "Don't you know you can't hide love?"   

The End



The Neighbor's Wife



I've been taking a break from writing erotic fiction for a little while, as I've been finishing off some non-erotic writing projects and other stuff. Next I thought I'd write a series of stories of encounters inspired by events that have taken place over the years I've lived in SoCal and traveled around the country. Some of these may have happened as described, others may have happened somewhat differently from how I narrate them, and others took place only in my vivid imagination. Rest assured that when an actual encounter is the subject of a story, some details may have been changed either to protect the innocent, or to make the story more interesting. Nonetheless, I hope they are all enjoyable to the reader.

*****

I live in a guard-gated master planned community, one of these that depending on your viewpoint may be described as the epitome of success and wealth, or the worst housing community concept ever created. I suppose I fall somewhere in between; ideally I would live out on the countryside, on a huge lot with lots of privacy, but unfortunately those properties are not as good investments as houses in the guard-gated communities, and the latter are far superior to the tract home developments that fill up most of Southern California.

I live at the end of a very short cul-de-sac, only six houses in total on the street, and the only traffic is the mail man, the neighbors and our kids. Idyllic and at the same time insanely boring. In this particular cul-de-sac, the families all seem to have two kids each, the husbands drive to work in their fancy European high performance luxury cars, while the wives stay at home tending to the house and the kids. The wives are generally younger than their husbands; they spend their days shopping and cooking organic food while wearing exercise clothes (I think this may be a SoCal thing) and sipping white wine. They look generally very nice, fit and healthy, always wearing full make-up and perfect hair for every trip to the local Whole Foods or to pick up or drop off the kids. I've often thought of them as the Stepford Wives, perfect clones of what men would generally consider to be the perfect, submissive wife. 

When you live in the same community for years, you start learning a lot about your neighbors, for example that not all households are the harmonious little havens of domestic tranquility that they are projected to be, and some households engage in the illicit use of recreational drugs after the kids are put to bed at night. I sometimes enjoy my nightly glass of wine in my back yard, with the faint smell of marijuana drifting in from the neighbor's back yard, while from across the street I can hear a couple argue loudly, sometimes accompanied by the sound of broken glass or other fragile items, their kids most definitely not getting a restful night's sleep. We don't typically socialize, me, my wife and our neighbors, apart for the obligatory greetings and some friendly words when bumping into each other outside of the community.

This story begins, as most of them do, with alcohol. A couple of times a year the families inhabiting this little cul-de-sac gather for a barbecue right in the middle of our little paved circle, where we rent a bouncing tent for the kids and bring in plenty of booze for the adults. I am typically the grill master by virtue of once having worked as a cook, and generally being able to better control (or at least tolerate) my drinking early in the evening. We collectively own an old-fashioned Weber grill that I fire up with mesquite coal, and then cook sirloin that has been marinating for 24 hours after which it's basted with my secret barbecue sauce. The kids get burgers and hot dogs, and a jolly good time is generally had by all.

A tradition has developed over the past few years, when the neighbor's wife from across the street becomes my sous-chef for the evening. Claire, as I can assure you her name is not, makes potato dishes, mac and cheese and salad in her kitchen at home, and then helps with the basting, turning and plating for the main event. She is probably ten years younger than both me and her husband, with a pretty face framed by shoulder-length blond hair that she typically carries in a pony tail. She is slim, but with some nice curves in the right places, which are accentuated by the workout clothes she always wears. For the barbecue, she has put on a light knee-long dress with a floral pattern, which is very complimentary of her curves, slim calves and ankles. 

While waiting for the coal to attain the proper temperature and glow, I sample the potato salad and mac and cheese, and duly compliment Claire. As always these dishes are well balanced and seasoned, and she has taken the time to prepare both from scratch. I again remind her that I want her mac and cheese recipe, and she again promises to give it to me as soon as I share the recipe of the secret barbecue sauce. This too has become a tradition, as for some reason we never get around to exchange recipes. I don't typically eat mac and cheese (and can cook a pretty good one if I have to), and we simply don't see each other all that much during the week although we are next door neighbors. 

The sunset turns to night, and finally the coal is displaying a satisfying orange glow. I'm probably on my third glass of wine by now, a rare occurrence other than on the barbecue nights and other special occasions, and Claire and I are bantering back and forth as we're grilling the meat for the main dishes. Meanwhile, Claire's husband is completely ignoring us, tossing back the beer with reckless abandon while loudly speaking about his important lawyer job. Judging from Claire's facial expression she is not impressed with the monologue, and in combination with the late night arguing it is fair to assume that not all is well in that particular household, though I am not yet drunk enough to try to find out what is wrong. Meanwhile, my wife is staying as far away from him as possible, talking to another couple about something which I'm sure is both unimportant and uninteresting. That's the unfortunate life I've chosen to live, with the sweetest partner as can be, who unfortunately turned out to be a little too shallow and uninterested in matters that are not the subject of a reality TV show or headline items on E! 

After the meat has been properly cooked and is resting, I put on the burgers and hot dogs on the grill. In a careless moment I let the back of my hand contact the red hot back splash of the grill and end up with a large red mark that will become a second degree burn by the end of the night unless immediately and properly cared for. I let Claire know what happened and that I need to hold my hand under running water for a while to temper the effects of the burn. She sends me home and takes over the kiddie-cooking duties, something she professes to be quite capable of handling. I am tempted to make a sexist joke about how a man must always be in charge of the grill, but think better of it. One burn is bad enough for any night.

When working in a kitchen you are told of the importance to immediately flush a burn with cool running water for several minutes, to minimize the tissue damage. I'm in incredible pain even after having flushed for well over 10 minutes, and am looking around for something with a local anesthetic when Claire comes walking in. I am surprised as I thought my wife would be the first to have some concerns for me, but if her conversation partners are interesting enough she would be oblivious to my whereabouts at an event like this. 

"Are you alright, I was getting worried?"

"Sure, just annoyed at my clumsiness. This is a 7.2 on the fuck-up scale."

"Let me take a look." She grabs my hand from under the faucet and looks at it. "My God, you should have a doctor take a look at it."

"No worries, I'll be alright if I can just flush it for a while longer. Doctors are for wimps and are always looking for a reason to amputate. I may need some painkillers to fall asleep, though."

"You look pretty wimpy standing there." She smiles. "Where do you keep the painkillers?"

"In the cabinet over there" I indicate with my head. 

She takes out a bottle of Advil and looks at it. "This looks old. I think it has expired."

"That's alright, so have I. We'll be perfect for each other. Besides, the effect is synergistic if swallowed with red wine."

"Lots of effects are synergistic with alcohol" she observes, looking somber. Somehow I don't think she was meaning it as a double entendre.

"Something you want to talk about?" I ask. 

"We've been having some trouble at home. Nothing I want to bother you with tonight."

"That's OK, it distracts me from the pain." I don't know why I pushed her for the information as I typically try to stay out of people's personal lives. Perhaps I was just curious to learn more about our neighbors.

"Rick is having some problems at work, and has started to drink a lot more now. The stress is changing him for the worse, he doesn't have any patience with me or the kids, and when he's been drinking he becomes angry very easily and starts to argue, yell throw stuff. It scares me a little, because he never used to be like that."

"How about counseling?" I ask.

"I could never make him go, because he would never admit there is something wrong. He is too proud to admit there is a problem because he is the problem, and so he will not be able to fix it. I've tried to convince him that I can go back to work. I used to be an interior decorator before I met Rick, and now with Ben and Jerry in school full time I can start working again. Take the pressure off him as the sole financial provider." No, seriously they didn't name their kids Ben and Jerry - I just thought that name combination sounded, well, cool.

"That sounds like a great suggestion. You could even set up your own company and work from home. That way you don't have to get out in traffic every day unless you have to visit a client."

"Well, Rick doesn't think it sounds too great. The same pride again will not let him fail as the sole bread winner. It's not like I even have a choice in the matter, he will not let me work!" 

That does sound completely alien to me, as I would love for my wife to work. Not because we need the money, but because it would send her out in the real world and get interested in real things.

I pat my hand dry and put some aloe balm on the burned area. "Well, it sounds like you have a decision to make. Either you continue to take orders, or you put your foot down and demand a change. Part of the reason women suffer through bad marriages is because they have no proper education, career or means to support themselves outside of the family. That's not the case with you. You have the opportunity to make your own life and pursue your own happiness. Once Rick understands that he may be far more amenable to changing his behavior."

She looks at me for a long time and I'm afraid I've gone too far. Suddenly she steps towards me and gives me a big hug.

"Thank you. I've been going back and forth on this for a long time now, and you're right. I must be independent and assertive in making Rick change. If I stay the same this will all spiral out of control. I have to be able to stand on my own two feet if things fall apart."

We walk out and re-join the barbecue gang. The volume has increased considerably, and I'm not surprised that no one seems to have noticed that we were gone for close to half an hour. I grab one of the few remaining steaks which is cold and horribly overcooked by now, and join my wife. I am told something fantastic - Dash and Kate's cousin is a high end real estate agent in Florida and has been invited to the Kardashian wedding! I can barely contain my excitement as I chew on the cold, overcooked steak, trying to ignore the pain in my hand.

* * *

A few weeks later I am in my front yard pruning roses when Cheryl drives by. I wave at her and she pulls up outside the house. 

"Hi there, how are you?" she exclaims. 

"Great, how have you been? I haven't seen you since the party."

"I've been really busy. Guess what, the day after the party I decided to do exactly what you told me. I am setting up my own interior design company. I will work from home, and if I ever have enough business I may rent some office space somewhere. I have the company registered, and I've been working like crazy on the web page and some printed marketing materials. Once that's all done I will go door to door in the local real estate community just promoting the hell out of myself." 

She seems like a completely different woman, fully of energy and finally free of the surly bonds of an oppressive married life. I'm not asking about Rick and she is not mentioning him. He probably knows and strongly disapproves.

"Listen, would you mind taking a look at my website and give me your thoughts? Whenever you have some time. I'd really appreciate it!"

"Of course, it will be my pleasure." I don't know anything about webpage design or the interior decorator industry, but I'm sure I can give her some common sense feedback. I give her my email address and she promises to mail it the very same day.

The next morning, after my wife has gone on one of her all day Sunday brunch/shopping sprees with the Mensa candidates she calls friends, I log into my email and find the message from Claire, with a link and password to the website. The site is clearly amateur built, with basic functionality and layout, but nothing that screams "professional designer." The biggest problem is the pictures - examples of interior design work is represented by what appears to be stock photos, and on Claire's bio page is a photo of her that looks horrible, perhaps taken with a cell phone camera. Fifteen minutes later I send her an email with my notes, and less than two minutes after that I can see her running across the cul-de-sac towards my house. I note that this is probably the first time I've actually seen her run while wearing exercise clothes. I open the door before she gets there. 

"Was it really all that terrible?"

"Not terrible at all. I liked most of what you had written. But you seriously need to pay some kid at UCSD fifty bucks to make it look professional. And you need better pictures throughout."

"But how can I get pictures? I haven't designed anything yet. I don't have anything from back when I used to work."

"Didn't you design the house you live in now?"

"Duh! Yes of course, how could I forget about that. But I only have a cell phone camera, will that work." 

"No. Consider getting it professionally photographed. First impressions and all that." 

"I really don't have the money for that...I'm doing this on a shoestring budget until I can get some work and income from it."

"Alright, then why don't you borrow my camera? I have a kick-ass Konica with all the latest bells and whistles. Hang on." I run to the garage and get out my camera bag. I take out the camera and check that there is still plenty of battery life left, and then start explaining the various settings and how she needs to position it for best effects for light, exposure times and so forth.

"Can you help me? Please." She looks desperate. It is a complicated piece of machinery, and for someone who is only using a cell phone I can see it is intimidating.

"Sure. Let me know when is a good time for you. During the morning would be best to maximize the natural light."

"How about now?"

She is really eager to get this thing on the road. "OK I can do that. You want to check with Rick first?"

"Rick is out of town. He's been staying away a lot since I told him of my decision. He thinks it's punishing me. It's actually kind of nice. Quiet." She smiles again. "Come on."

I grab my bag and head over to her house. I recall being in there when they first moved in to the neighborhood and had everybody over, but I did not remember how nice it looked inside with all the accentuating elements and colors she had brought to the place. I immediately decide that I will not only be her website consultant but also her first client. 

We spend the next hour walking around the bottom floor, when she's pointing out little design features, and I'm positioning the camera and flash and happily shooting away. At one point she is standing next to a huge vase explaining something when I tell her to stand still and smile, and I take a picture of her next to the vase. The background is white, which nicely contrasts with the curves clad in black spandex. 

"What did you do that for?"

"Because I thought it looked nice...you looked nice. And besides, you need a picture of yourself for the bio page." 

"Dressed like this?" She looks down on her running attire, complete with sneakers.

"Probably not, something professional, a light blouse with a dark jacket. It will be upper body only, so no need to put on anything else." We both smile as the double meaning hits us simultaneously.

"I have that! Do you want me to change? Where should we take it?"

"Go change, I'll think about the best place to take it." She runs off and I begin walking around the house finding the best background. I settle on a plan white wall in the dining room, or a book case in her husband's study. She comes down dressed in a conservative blouse and black jacket. We try the dining room first, but it looks too strict, too clinical. I suggest she take the hair out of the ponytail as it makes her look a little like a school principal. She runs away again to fix her hair, and as expected that takes quite a while. She looks a lot better with the blond hair on her shoulders, and I joke about her qualities as a model. She is giddy like a little school girl thinking this is really a lot of fun.

We next move to the study and take another few pictures of her in front of the book case. We both agree they are terrible as she looks just like a stiff lawyer and that's a whole lot worse than a school principal. I'm still not happy with the personal portion of the website, and suggest that we take some additional casual pictures of her in the back yard, living room and so on to show her more human side. She agrees with this too, and for the third time runs up the stairs to change. This time she completely changes her outfit and comes down wearing a thin cotton blouse casually tucked into a pair of jeans. I think she looks absolutely spectacular.

We start off in her back yard with a few pictures of her with a garden clipper in her hand, the water hose, or just playing with her dog in front of the house. She is smiling the whole time and is very relaxed about being a model. We next move into the living room, and I have her sit down in the sofa while I set up the flash and tripod. 

"Have you ever modeled before?"

She laughs. "No. Why?"

"You're a natural. That's why. Very relaxed, very photogenic." 

"Thank you! Have you ever been a photographer before?"

"I took classes in college. After college I was also shooting some models, trying to build a portfolio, get into the business. But nothing came of that, whereas the business I started really took off."

"What kind of portfolio were you trying to build?" 

"Fashion. Artsy. Erotic. I tried a lot of things. I guess I didn't have the talent."

"Erotic?" She is smiling now.

"Of course. It's important to get exposed to as many fields as possible. Though the act of photographing a nude model is not very erotic in and of itself, it's very clinical."

"It sounds pretty erotic to me..."

"I suppose the model's perspective may be different. Just let me know if you ever want to try." We smile at each other, as the silence fills the room. She's actually thinking about it. I take a few pictures of her on the couch, smiling, leaning her face against her palm, looking seductive. 




The Neighbor's Wife



"Unbutton the top button" I suggest. 

"Well, that's hardly a professional photo." Although the comment is serious, there is laughter in her voice.

"It depends. It's a competitive market out there, you need to avail yourself of all advantages you got."

She smiles and unbuttons the first button, parting the blouse in front. I take another few pictures. 

"Lean forward." She does as she's told, exposing her cleavage and a little of the bra underneath. 

"One more button." There is just a second of hesitation this time before she obliges, and no argument. I shoot a few more pictures, having her change her position on the couch to get the maximum effect of the exposed cleavage. 

"One more."

We keep this up until the blouse is entirely open in the front, her white lace bra visible. She is shy, keeping it together and only allowing a peek.

"Let it fall off your shoulder, half way. Just like that." I snap away. "The other shoulder. Great. Now let it slide down your back completely. Put both hands on the couch behind you and pull your shoulders back."

Suddenly she is sitting there with her bra completely exposed, the blouse in a pile behind her on the couch. I snap a few more pictures, but now I'm hungry to see more. I lied when I said taking this kind of pictures was not erotic; it is very exciting and I can tell from looking at Claire that she is feeling the excitement too. I'm a little unsure about how far I can go when Claire speaks up. 

"Are you done?"

"I personally think you need to take this another step, for the sake of your business' competitiveness. Lean back and unbutton the jeans." She smiles as she realizes we're far from done, and does as she is told. But very slowly. Seductively. In a way that is not captured on the photograph, but most definitely by the photographer. She unzips the jeans the same way, and notice for the first time the matching underwear. I nod with approval.

"Now, one leg at the time, take them off. Both legs up in the air." She lies on her back and removes her jeans as I take picture after picture. She really is a natural as each picture captures a perfect pose, without me having to provide instructions. I have her pose for me in her underwear, including a shot where she is standing on her knees on the couch, her face turned around and looking at me taking a picture from behind. I decide I want another one just like it when the panties have come off...she has the most amazingly shaped ass, the magnificence of which has only been implied through her exercise clothes. 

With her back still turned to me I tell her to remove the bra. This is the point of no return as we've been semi-decent up until this point. I am anticipating some additional hesitation here, but she just does as she's told, reaching back and unhooking the bra.

"Excellent, now turn around a little...let the strap fall down from your shoulder...perfect. Just let it come off." And slowly it does, inch by inch until her phenomenal breasts are exposed. A D cup I estimate, and in excellent shape even after two kids. She looks a little concerned that I'm not taking pictures, so I tell her she looks so beautiful I had to take a minute to catch my breath. I am soon back to shooting away, positioning her for the final set. 

"I want you to lean back again. Raise both your knees and keep your feet together. There, now slide the panties off...up to the knees...hold it...raise your calves and continue. Perfect. Now put them on your right foot, curl your left leg a little...great! Now kick them off completely."

She lowers her legs, and I notice she is completely shaven. I continue to take a few more pictures with her nude but not completely exposed, being careful to select a pose and an angle that leaves her partially covered. 

"Is this what you did before, for erotic photography?" she asks.

"Some were like this, some were just implied nudes with all interesting bits covered up. Some were even more explicit."

"Like this?" she asks, leaning back and spreading her legs for me. 

"Just like that" I tell her with a hoarse voice as I lift the camera and start to shoot. I notice her nipples are erect, and her vagina looks swollen and moist. She is really getting turned on by exposing herself to someone she doesn't know all that well. Well the feeling is mutual, as I can feel my erection growing in my jeans as I set her up for the final part.

"Turn around, on your knees...just like that. Just spread your legs a little bit more...great and now push your ass out towards me...wow! Just one more. Now stand up, still facing away. OK bend over the couch and look at me...great, feet apart a bit more...perfect."

She sits back on the couch. "Are we done?" still with that impish smile. 

"I can do this all day" I assure her. 

"I think it's my turn." She gets up and takes the camera from my hands. She gives me a little peck on the cheek and then directs me to sit down on the couch. She practices how to take a few pictures, and once she is satisfied she's gotten a hang of it she starts directing me to undress, starting with my polo. 

"Wow" she says when she sees my six-pack. "You have a great body!"

"It's unprofessional to compliment the model's body" I try to tell her. 

"Well you complimented mine, if that bulge in your pants is any indication."

"That's not a compliment, that's an involuntary biological reaction." 

"We'll see about that. Now take those jeans off. Slowly, as I want many pictures." I comply. I do have a raging hard-on by now, which can be clearly seen through my underwear. I try to arrange it to become less conspicuous. She thinks that's funny.

"How about if we let that big boy out?" She aims the camera as I do just that. "Nice cock!" I raise my eyebrows at her language, but I guess there's no point in telling her it's unprofessional. 

"Now grab it."

"What? I didn't ask you to touch yourself."

"You snooze you lose. Now grab it...like that, flex your arm muscles...nice. Now stroke it." I do as I'm told, as she's walking around to the opposite side of the couch, taking pictures the whole time. I don't think this is the time to tell her that camera can shoot an HD video as well... She sits down and gives the camera back to me. With a smile she leans back, spreads he legs and begins to rub her pussy. Little circles around her clit at first, and then fucking herself with two fingers. I stand up and change the camera to video mode, and start to film her. After a while she notices that I'm aiming but not clicking and she gets off the couch and comes over. 

"Are you filming me?"

"Sure. I hope you don't mind?"

"No..." Her hand is now on my cock. "Do you want to take this to the next level?"

"Hell yes. Do you want me to record it?"

"Hell yes." I grab the tripod and attach the camera again. 

"On your knees?" I ask with a smile. She complies, and I adjust the height and zoom and press record. I step out in front of the camera where she is sitting, and she grabs my cock and starts to lick it around the tip, down the back, licking each ball separately... She comes back up to the tip and now takes me fully in her mouth, deeper and deeper each time, her hand pumping me rhythmically. I grab onto her hair and she grunts with approval as I steer her deeper and deeper on my cock. I realize that I'm coming close to an orgasm way too fast, and I step back from her.

"Sorry I was about to cum" I tell her as I pause the video. 

"That's okay, you could have."

"No I want to save it for later."

"For a grand finale?"

"More like a big bang. Why don't you lie down on the couch?" I focus the video on her pussy, hit record and lustfully lean in and start licking her. She tastes wonderfully and as my fingers slide in I can tell she is extremely wet and ready for me. I let my tongue play circles around her clit, as I saw her fingers do earlier, and I am rewarded with little screams that become louder and louder. I increase the rhythm of my fingers and as she starts to press against me I suck her clit into my mouth. She tries to stop me by I hang on tight, and within seconds she screams out loud and presses her pussy against my face. Victory! 

"Fuck me...I need you to fuck me now." She has pulled me up by the hair and is looking into my eyes. She has completely yielded to the ecstasy of the moment. I make sure the camera is still aiming and focusing correctly, and without further ado I put one of her legs on my shoulder and enter her. She screams out and I pause, but she urges me to go on, harder, faster. I pull her closer towards me so that she's partially off the couch and I'm holding on to her butt, which gives me the leverage to fuck her as hard as he wants. I pump away as fast as I can and am soon rewarded with another shudder and scream. 

I am also completely lost in the lust of the moment, and sit down on the couch pulling her on top of me. We move to where the camera is properly focused, and she guides me inside. I have both hands on her fabulous ass, her head is tilted backwards and she rides me as fast as she can. This will be a great angle on the final video I think to myself, and make sure to let go of her butt so that the camera captures an unobstructed view. I am still to close for cumfort, and I will not walk away from this living room without having fucked Claire also from behind. I tell her this and she giggles. She gets off me in a hurry and positions herself seductively on the couch as I aim the camera. 

"Like this?" she wiggles her butt.

"Like that. Spread your butt cheeks, let me get a good view...oh God, I will cum just from looking at that. I step around and enter her...the feeling is as magnificent as the view. I put one leg up on the couch, making sure the camera captures the most of this. I grab her hair and pull her towards me as I pump her harder and harder. I have to stop looking at her ass or I will cum right away...I'm hoping for one final orgasm from her before I lose control, and I'm not disappointed...the now familiar shudder and then scream, if possible even louder than before.

"I think the grand finale cannot wait any longer" I tell her.

"What did the director have in mind?"

"I want to cum on you. Your chest. Or face?"

"You tell me." The impish smile is back. I take the tripod and put it back where we originally started. She understands and positions herself on her knees in front of the camera. I make sure everything is functioning, and hit record for the last time. We are seasoned pros by now, and as she takes me into her mouth my hand goes to her hair and guides her deeper and deeper. I feel it in my whole body that this is going to be one of the biggest orgasms I've ever had. I increase the pace and she knows I'm coming close. She stops sucking for a moment and looks up at me.

"I want you to cum on my face." She starts to suck again, but I'm not about to wait to grant her that wish. With one hand I grab onto my cock and with the other I tilt her head backwards. Seconds later the first ray of cum shoots out of my cock, overshoots her and lands on the carpet. The next five rays are better aimed, and when I'm finally dome her face is absolutely covered. She takes me into her mouth again and makes sure that I am clean and satisfied...oh am I ever. My knees are shaking and I'm trembling as I move the camera to focus on her cum-covered face and chest. She gives the most charming little smile to the camera before standing up and heading for the restroom to clean up. 

I get dressed, pick up and fold her clothes and pack up the camera. Claire comes back wearing a bathrobe, a smile on her face.

"I will have to take a shower, to get you out of my hair." 

"I will have to take a three hour nap just to get my energy back. Fuck Claire, that was the best sex I've had sine that donkey in Tijuana." No, I didn't really say that.

"About that video..."

"Yeah? You want me to delete it?"

"No, can you edit it, make it look nice?"

"Sure, I can even add terrible porn music. You want to put it on your web page?"

"No, but I think I would like to watch it with you sometime. See what we did wrong and what can be improved."

"Well, my aim for once" I tell her and look at the cum stain on the carpet.

"Don't worry, the dog has done a lot worse in here. That will buff right out." 

And buff right out it did. And I did make that video, and Claire and I watched it a few weeks later, after which we decided to make a second tape. That, however, is the subject of a different story.