14 comments/ 43727 views/ 7 favorites Love Thy Neighbor Ch. 01 By: alnash I consider myself to be a lucky man. At the young age of 30, I am able to claim that a great paying job, a beautiful home, and a stunning wife all have been blessed into my life. My job keeps me busy, working sometime 60 hours or more a week, but the pay is outstanding. Ensuring the radars work at multiple airports in the region is an excellent paying job, with minor amounts of travel. The house we have come to call home is exquisite; a four bedroom miniature palace as my wife calls it, Sits in a secluded neighborhood, in a small valley between two hills. All the houses have large yards, separated by large hedges and trees. The total number of homes in our small community only reaches just under 30. And finally, the best of all my accomplishments, my wife. Nicole, or Nikki for short, Is nothing short of breathtaking. Her sky blue eyes are often veiled behind her silky black hair. Her pink lips always curl up into a smile, showing off her perfect teeth. Her body is in fantastic shape, with gentle creamy skin. Perky C cup chest, and a tight round ass, she is easily the envy of the neighborhood. I met her in college through one of her girlfriends. I soon found out she did a bit of modeling, and enjoyed seeing the hundreds of photos she had acquired of herself since late high school. Most of those photos I still retain today, kept in a shoebox in our closet. While most I have scanned into my laptop, the best I keep for myself. I was lucky to get her, as I am not the most athletic, or manly man out there. I myself just fit into the average category. Your average hard working everyday American. Our story begins a Saturday morning, as I step out of the shower. Nikki had taken hers prior to me, and was drying off, hair wrapped in a towel. I walked up behind her, and pulled her close to close the gap between our bodies. Leaning in, soft whispers escaped my lips, commenting how beautiful she was as I press into her backside. "You know, If you want to make it to the party tonight, you're going to have to get home on time for work, so that means no play... till later." She spoke in a soft tone, gently grinding herself into me. She always was an amazing tease. Even when we first started dating, she loved being watched. She said it was one of the most exciting thrills she could ever imagine, seeing a man lusting for her. It had explained the modeling, but I didn't think into it as she did slow stripteases. What man in their right mind would? A beautiful goddess undressing before anyone would stop them in their tracks. My mind snapped back. I had forgotten about the block party that evening to celebrate the last of the warm weather before fall cooled off. "Well then, I better collect on my rain check." With that I kissed her deeply before she returned to the bathroom to finish pampering herself, leaving me to get ready for work alone. That day was a long one as I recall, Saturdays usually are, unless a trouble call comes in. The majority of the morning I spent hanging around out central shop, which consists of my boss, a secretary, 5 techs, plus myself. I sat at my workstation, reviewing the plan for the upcoming maintenance I would have to get done in the following week. My mind drifted off to the picture of my wife on my desk of me and her on vacation. Her flawless body in a bikini on a beach, one would barely notice me standing with my arm around her. The way her silky skin filled out that tiny blue bikini was perfect, as if god himself sculpted her. I thought nothing of the best of her, and would do anything to make her happy. That's when my mind began to drift off further. Quite a few months in the past, at the end of the past winter, I began to have some wild thoughts. Going through some of her old modeling pictures, not all of them were of her alone. A couple had her posing with other girls, and strangely, the ones that turned me on the most were of her posing sexually with other men. Seeing my wife faking a moan in the hands of another man as they pressed against another turned me on in ways I couldn't, and still can't explain. She was not having sex by any means in those photos, but what they insinuated, and the picture they painted made me wish they were. Soon afterwards I found a community online, and was surprised to find out how many men enjoy the exact same thoughts as I. Not feeling so alone, and so wrong for my ideas, I finally confronted her. Before the end of the summer, after thinking it over for 6 months, I let it all spill. I told her how hot her old pictures had made me. That I was curious in swinging, sharing her with another. I explained how there was a massive community for it, and that I wasn't alone in my thoughts. Most importantly, I stressed how beautiful she was, and how amazing it would be to share her, rambling about how I would be selfish to keep her to myself. Naturally, she was shocked. This was roughly 2 months before the block party. The next 2 weeks were tough for us; anyone in our home could tell there was a wall. She had a tough time looking me in the eye, and I felt like I had run too far with my fantasies. It should have been something I had kept to myself, what was I thinking to tell her that. And more importantly, was I insane for wanting to share the most beautiful woman I had ever known? These questions began to swell in my mind, creating more distance till the end of the 3rd week. She came into bed, and climbed on top of me. After 3 weeks of no physical contact, we made intense love that night. She leaned in, kissing me deeply. My hands immediately ran across her tight body, caressing her curves gently and cupping her ass. The lingerie she wore came off quickly, as she kissed down my chest, sliding under the covers and tugged off my boxers. The next thing I felt were those gorgeous lips wrapping around my cock. I leaned my head back and moaned, always enjoying how amazing she was at giving oral. She sucked firmly, her tongue lashing around the shaft as those lips gently bobbed up and down. Her warm saliva gently dripped down my shaft as I reached down, playfully tugging her hair. Soon, she let go and slid back up, kissing me hard. We never kissed after performing oral on one another, but after 3 weeks of total denial, I would do anything for her. Her silky legs straddled my hips, and she slowly gyrated herself against my. Cock rubbed hard against her pussy, which only had a tiny thong keeping me from entering. She leaned up, and pulled the thong aside, exposing her bare pink pussy to me. Her hand grasped my cock, and stroked it slowly, aiming me at her. I never considered myself well endowed, at 6 inches, but I liked to think I pleased her. "I love you Alek" She whispered softly, pushing down onto me. I tilted back once more and moaned heavily. Her tight pussy slide down around my cock, soaked with her sweet honey. She gently pushed down, smiling down at me as she sat straight up. Her hands unhooked her bra and tossed it aside as my hands caressed her legs and hips. I began to slowly thrust up, put she placed her hand on my stomach. "No, let me..." With that she began to grind her hips slowly, the feeling was incredible. She moved back and forth, while her body moved in slow circles. I grunted softly, her soaking wet sex moved effortlessly around. There was no way she got this wet from giving me oral, she must have played with herself before coming to bed. She tosses her head back, moaning loudly and rubbing her body. I knew I could please her, but these moans were fake, and drove me wild. Soon I was grunting. "Nikki! I'm about to cum!" She grinned wickedly, and pulled off me at the last moment. "Wait sweetie..." she dove down and wrapped those perfect lips around me once more. I couldn't believe it, she rarely ever let me cum in her mouth, and never right after sex. I couldn't last more than 30 seconds, with her tongue lashing against my cock, and those steel blue eyes staring straight up into mine, I cried out in climax. My body jerked as I shot me thick built up load straight down her mouth. I couldn't stop watching her, her eyes close as she sucked me hard, as if I were watching a pornstar swallow a load. She kept her lips around me as I finished cumming, panting I collapsed back into the sheets. She slowly slid up next to me, hugging me tightly. For a third time that night she shocked me. Without even mentioning anything, she leaned in and kissed me hard. She had swallowed my entire load, but the taste still lingered. Her sweet lips and tongue were salty, covered from my cum, with tiny hints of her own sweet pussy. I found myself kissing her back harder than ever, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I held her close to me, before we both collapsed into the bed. Exhausted, I passed out shortly, after confessing my undying love to her. The following few weeks before the neighborhood block party were incredible, as if I was trapped in heaven. When I arrived home most days she would be already out of work, wearing skimpy and naughty little outfits for my enjoyment. Every room of the house became an adult playground, often never making it upstairs to the bedroom. Every time we began she dropped to her knees without question, worshipping my cock as I withered between her lips. Only twice I was able to resist, and push her onto her back and devour her sweet sex. It became a quick habit every time we performed oral on one another to kiss deeply. Strangely, the most erotic kisses we ever experienced to that point was after we had made each other explode with passion. The Friday night before the party, her legs were entwined around me as I thrust in hard. I hadn't realized, but up to this point I had not cum inside of her. I grunted and groaned, telling her I was about to fill her. She arched her back up off our bed, and begged me to cum on her. What man would refuse, and I quickly straddled my stunning wife Nikki's chest. My cock exploded, gushing out all over her silky skin her eyes locked onto mine as I watched the first stream spurt across her breast, dripping down her nipple. The next shot up, splashing across her cheek and lip, followed by a quick painting of her neck, and the rest dripping back onto her chest. My wife never looked so hot and naughty to me before. I stared at her for a moment, both of us catching our breathes as we smiled. She reached up and pulled me down, kissing deeply and passionately. While the past few weeks I had grown accustomed to tasting myself, never before had I felt a glob of my own man juice. My tongue entwined with hers, my cum locked between our lips. She pushed me onto my back, and rolled on top of me as her naked body straddled me. Pulling her jet black hair back, she broke the kiss and pulled my face into her neck. Without a second thought my mouth opened, kissing and sucking on her skin. I gently bite on it, knowingly cleaning my own jizz off her body. Then came the real surprise as she pushed me back, and straddled my abs with a big smile. Her perfect teeth shined brightly as she pulls back her hair. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her breasts dripped with me cum. "Alek sweetie, I love you so much. You have been the most amazing man I have ever known, and these past two weeks, are beyond describable. I don't think I could ever love you as much as I do now... and I want to know how much you love me." Her eyes glimmered as I couldn't look away. "Nicole, I'd do anything, and everything you ever ask. You are my wife, my goddess to worship, anything you want, and I'll do it because I..." My words got cut short; she had heard exactly what she had wanted to. She pulled my face into her chest, and moaned. I couldn't believe this, even after what I had just done, this was still taboo. Her sticky chest, covered in my cum, smeared across my face. My mouth open, and wrapped around her nipple, sucking hard on it. Her fingers ran through my hair, scratching my scalp lightly as I kissed her breasts, licking every inch. I opened my teeth to lightly nibble on her soft flesh. "Don't bite, and don't swallow." I heard her angelic voice speak. My mouth made it to her right tit, where more cum landed. I continued to clean my wife off of the mess I made upon her. She moaned, grinding her soaking wet sex against my body. I got lost in time, the two minutes I spent worshipping her breasts felt like an eternity. She pushed me off into the pillows and kissed me hard. My mouth was still full, so I pushed the salty goo into her lips. She reacted immediately, kissing and pushing it back. We lay in bed, snowballing my cum between us, loving each other more than we ever had prior. Finally it was Saturday, and so began the first of the many wild weekends to follow. It started off the same as any other Saturday, me needing to go into work to finish up the paperwork I procrastinated with throughout the week. This week however I had more to do, seeing as how I rushed home every chance I could, who wouldn't? Nicole said she didn't mind, she was going to do a little shopping with the neighbor. It was to be a theme party, and the theme was summer. Bathing suits, grass skirts, Hawaiian shirts were all encouraged to be worn that evening. She had plenty of each, but after all she had just done with me, I never could say no. As I sat at my desk at work, I kept looking at the picture of the two of us, smiling, embracing one another. I didn't mind that the guys I worked with saw, I enjoyed the world knowing I had a beautiful wife. I loved knowing that other men envied me for having her, and strangely it gave me a sense of pride, to have such a beautiful woman to call my own. Finally, around 3 in the afternoon I was able to depart. As I pulled from my works small parking lot, I knew I'd have to suffer more during the week as not to mess up my weekends. I returned home to a big kiss at the front door. My cock immediately jumped, knowing what was to come. The short kiss slowly got more passionate, her tongue entwining with mine. My hands grasped her, pulling my wife's tight body into my own as my fingers dug into her ass. Her hands came up, unbuttoning my shirt, and began kissing my chest. I knew what was to come next, she had been so eager lately to pleasure me with that mouth of hers. Within moments my pants were around my ankles, shirt hanging open, and my wife's hot lips resting against my already hard cock. "Oh Alek, I think I've become completely addicted to cock, All I want to do right now is pull you into my mouth, and feel how excited I make you darling." As Nicole's sweet voice spoke, her lips were moving against the underside of my shaft. "It drives me so wild, feeling you explode in my mouth, it makes me feel so naughty and dirty. And not to mention the way we are afterwards." Her tongue slid out, licking my shaft before she stood up, and slowly walked away. "On second thought, it ought to wait till tonight, don't want you too tired for the party..." I stood there speechless, in the doorway to my house, full mast with my pants on the floor. I hadn't even gotten to speak the words hello sweetie before I had been devilishly teased and then denied. I was never one to argue, and knew she would have more in store for me later. Deciding not to push it, I began to get changed, unable to avert my eyes from her while we idly chatted. Our eyes kept locking, and the sexual tension in the room was high, but still she made no move. I put on my khaki shorts and blue Hawaiian shirt, only needing my sandals downstairs now. As Nicole began to curl her hair, I went downstairs to make my large tub of guacamole. Relaxing, I watched TV for a bit to get my mind off her. Finally it was 7 in the evening, the sun would be setting shortly, and it was time to head over. I grabbed two bottles of wine and the large bowl of the dip and called for my wife. My eyes fixated upon her as she slowly walked down the stairs, my heart skipping a beat. As she walked down the stairs, her hips swayed, and she looked beyond incredible. Her hair was beautifully done, bouncing gently with waves of curls with each step she took. Warm pink lipstick and makeup adorned her already perfect face. A black triangle bikini top barely covered her beautiful cleavage, with thin strings reaching up to tie behind her mid back and behind her neck. Silver rhinestones made horizontal lines across the thin material. Hanging low around her hips was a beach slip. Black, with silver trim on the bottom, it was tied in a knot upon her right hip, showing off the side of her entire silky smooth right leg. Beneath it on the sides, the strings for her bikini bottoms popped out of the top of the slip. Her feet had small black sandals, clapping against her heel with each step she took. She looked like my goddess. My mouth must have been hanging open, because she giggled at me and did a little spin. "Guess you like it honey." Her body gently pressed up against me, as my hardon pressed against her. "In fact, I can feel how much you like it already. I guess it was wrong of me to tease you like I did earlier, But darling it will make tonight that much more exciting for you." Her beautiful eyes glimmered as we stared into one another's. "Trust me, I love you." She spoke sweetly. Once we finally arrived at the party, I was finally able to get my mind of my wife's flawless body, for a moment. Even though I had others to distract me, I kept finding myself glancing over her, lusting and wanting her more. The way her perfect pink lips smiled as she chatted with our neighbors, those very lips that only a few hours ago were wrapped around my cock and denied me what I craved so badly. As she laughed at others jokes, her perky breasts jiggle a little in their tiny bikini. As I walked over to the makeshift bar to get us both a drink, I couldn't help but admire the way her ass curved with that thin slip hanging low around her hips. My wife, my angel. As one of the neighborhood wives Mary made a pair of margaritas for me to bring back, I finally caught the attention of something aside from my wife's body. Seeing 2 of my neighbors, Rich and Mark, and my friend Tom there gawking at her strangely turned me on. I decided to hang back, and idly chat with Mary for a few, about her kids and work. This got her into rambling for quite some time, and while it looked as if I were listening to her, I was looking past her to my wife. I could see the three attempting to charm Nikki. She didn't come to neighborhood parties often, and most people around only got the occasional how are you today question from her. But now, as she was being circled by three sharks, the Nicole I came to love was showing herself to the neighbors. I watched her face blush as Rich and Tom slipped off, leaving her alone with Mark for a few. Mark was one of the more quiet neighbors, and I had rarely interacted with him at all. He had divorced from his wife the year earlier, and lived with his teenage son on the outskirts of our community. They were a private family, so to see him chatting so lively to my wife was a first for me. I snapped out of it as Mary asked if Nikki could come tell her where she got that bikini. In my mind, the thought of her in a bathing suit wasn't appealing at all. I approached them, handing off the margarita to Nikki. "It's good to see you Mark, its been awhile. I hope you're not trying to steal Nikki away from me here." He chuckled softly for a moment, and instead of answering took a sip of his beer. I took her hand "Darling, Mary has something to ask you," Nikki turned and walked with me "See you around." She spoke in a soft, almost sultry voice to our neighbor. I didn't find out till later, but as me and her walked away from Mark, his hand brushed against the exposed side of her leg. The night continued on wonderfully, everyone was talking, eating, drinking, and having a wonderful time. The music and lights filled the air, and the smell of the tiki torches and charcoal pleased our senses. As everyone got their buzz on, a few couples began dancing. One couple had a bit too much to drink, and nearly fell over dancing as we laughed. The partygoers had began to spread out, no longer conjugating around the bar and grill. They made their way throughout the spacious yard, and many into the large garden. Then the host Mike approached me. He was about to put the burgers on the grill, and wanted to top them with my guacamole. I had entirely forgotten to bring it, and walked up to Nikki, informing her I would have to go home and get it. As I walked off she stopped me, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues entwined, holding the long 10 second kiss. My shaft began to grow as she smiled up at me. "Don't you dare touch that... for now." She grinned. Love Thy Neighbor Ch. 01 A free mind was a perennial fountain of inspiration for any writer and hence having a control freak for a wife had its own uses. Paradoxical? That was one of the weird combinations that life threw up from time to time. Jim had successfully written two novels which were selling well, not best-sellers his agent had gently reminded him. And for a 28 year-old-man, he was doing quiet well. His wife Lily took care of his appointments, travel plans and everything else, including deciding what he should wear and eat. This left him free to think creatively and so he let her take control of everything, except his mind. The young couple traveled often and stayed in any place Jim selected, if he thought the atmosphere would stir his muse. Once the writer placed his finger on a locality on the map, the wife took over and arranged a well-furnished house to stay in. Now, Lily was driving while Jim listened to music and tried to give shape to his characters as the evening sun went down slowly in the summer sky. Jim and Lily were of the same height, 5.5 feet tall, and had pleasant features. They were a perfect foil as a couple; no stepping on toes or overlapping of roles. To their friends, it looked like Lily was the dominant partner. But it was a symbiotic relationship, they had explained to people who had, as is their wont, tried to drive a wedge between them. Since Lily was thorough with the topography of the town they were going to, she located the house easily. Even as she parked the car in front of the house, a cheerful neighbor on the left side of their house greeted them loudly. Lily and Jim waved back and smiled. No harm in reciprocating the warmth displayed by friendly neighbors, the couple thought. The man was in white shorts, blue t-shirt, wearing a hat and was watering the plants in his small garden. Lily and Jim went into their house which had two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen. It was well-furnished with couches, chairs, a fridge, TV and beds and well-kept. That was exactly what Lily had wanted. The couple carried into the house their two suitcases, mainly containing dresses, and their laptops. They bought any other essential things as and when they needed, preferring not to carry around too many stuff. Jim always said that if you traveled often, you learnt to pack light. After they placed their laptops on a table in the bedroom and washed up, Lily went to make some tea and Jim looked out of the window and saw the neighbor still inspecting some plants in his garden. By the time Lily finished making tea, Jim had put two chairs on the porch and a small teapoy and was waiting for her. She placed the tray on the teapoy and sat down. "Nice place, Jim my dear," Lily said. "Don't we always chose the right location," Jim smiled. As they sipped the tea, the neighbor waved at them again. "I am Peter. Tell me if you need help or anything. Drop in later and check out my wine," he said and the couple introduced themselves and said they would pay a visit soon. Peter continued inspecting his plants and snipping dead leaves. Ten minutes later, Jim and Lily changed dress to visit their boisterous neighbor who they felt was too friendly for comfort. "Do you think we should go to his house immediately," Jim asked. "Oh! come on Jim. He called us and he looks nice, though he sounds imposing. But it is bad manners to ignore him, don't you know," Lily said and that was the end of the confusion, if there was one. It turned out the overenthusiastic Peter was 35 and lived with his wife Jane who looked to be around 30. Peter ran a bar which was doing well. Both looked younger than they were, trim and good looking. Jim noticed from the corner of his eyes that Jane had big round boobs unlike Lily's which were the size of berries. Hot neighbors, he thought. "So Jim, what is your line,"' Peter asked as the four settled down on couches with the promised wine in their hands. "He writes novels, has published two so far and he is planning his third," Lily gave a short introduction. "Oh! Jeez! That's great. I always wanted to meet writers and see from close how their mind works," Peter said raising his glass. "Yes. He goes off into his imaginary world now and then and I know he is fleshing out some characters and creating situations. I understand, and let him fly free in his own world," Lily said. "Hmm ... dear, don't you feel bored?" That came from Jane. "No. not at all. I read his draft and discuss it with him. I also spend a lot of time reading novels, so that I know how his writing compares with others," Lily said, doing most of the talking. "When did you two meet," Jane asked and Jim thought this was turning out to be quiet an interview. Not to be left out of the conversation, Jim said: "We met in college, went steady and fell in love. She liked my writing and gave her opinion frankly and since then has helped me write better." They finished their wine and said goodnight and promised to meet often. After some time they saw Peter go out, maybe to his bar which closed much later. ----------- The entire morning next day, Jim spent writing the first paragraphs of his novel while Lily checked her mail. On the move often, that was how she kept track of family, friends, gossip, deaths, births and weddings. Jim's novel centered around the romance between two guys and two girls and a murder thrown in for good measure. As they always did while working on novels, Lily and Jim had spent time discussing the idea but the characters needed more working on and more scenes to be thought out. Two days went in a similar manner and by then Jim had turned out four pages for Lily to read. After discussing and re-reading the draft for an hour, they felt tired and went to the porch to relax. Peter also was out on his porch and waved at them and asked them to come over. The writer and his wife felt they needed a change from writing and reading and it was two days since they had spoken to the neighbors and thought a chat would do them a world of good. Peter sat in a couch and Jane was at the dining table cutting carrots. Lily joined Jane as Jim sat opposite Peter. From where Jim sat he could see Jane and to her left was Lily. Peter began talking about the local people and the slow pace of life in the town, to which Jim nodded not listening to a thing. He looked beyond Peter's head and saw Jane had spread her thighs, displaying her shaven pussy. What the hell! At first Jim thought it was accidental but when Jane looked at him to check whether he was looking at the junction between her thighs he realized she was doing it on purpose. As if nothing was amiss, Jane went on with her chatter with Lily as Peter continued his monologue, leaving Jim to drool at the exposed slit of his wife. He had sprouted an erection and gently brought his legs together to feel the sensation of his penis rubbing against his thighs. The thought that Lily would catch him in the act vanished when he saw them busy talking, and Peter thought Jim was looking at him attentively while the writer was looking beyond at Jane. The show of flesh continued for some more minutes with Jane glancing at Jim at frequent intervals inconspicuously. After Jim had a few more glances at the glorious hole, Peter said it was time for him to go to the bar and invited Jim and Lily to go with him. Lily gently declined, saying she had to catch up on her reading and so the two men were on their own. "The bar is nearby, let's walk it up," Peter said and they began strolling. Lily was not the nagging type of wife who kept tabs on her husband. Jim was free to go out with his friends and party whenever he wanted and she seldom asked him what he was up to. She had her own world of chatting and writing blogs on many topics, ranging from world politics to music. So it was easy for Lily to understand that Jim needed space as much as she needed it. Peter continued his lecture on wine, gardening and fishing, at least that was what Jim thought he was taking about. Jim had this uncanny gift of appearing to listen to others when he was actually wool-gathering. He could convincingly pause, nod and smile at intervals at the right time. Actually he was thinking of Jane's seductive snatch, the way she opened her thighs and smiled at him without Lily suspecting anything shady was happening. By now they had reached the bar which was crowded. Peter introduced Jim to the guy who minded the bar when he was away. Jim didn't quiet catch his name. They downed a few drinks even as Peter and the other guy served customers. When the crowd thinned a bit, Peter took Jim to a table and began talking about his personal life, mostly sex. "Jim man, you being a writer and all, do you write sex stuff. Don't get me wrong, man," Peter drawled. Jim laughed out, the drink beginning its warm journey through his veins. "That's ok. Yeah. I do sort of touch upon it. Mostly romantic situations, necking, missionary position max, nothing beyond that," Jim said. "Oh! that's like child stuff, don't get me wrong, dude," he said. Peter seemed stuck on that phrase, Jim thought. "Nah! It's cool man. Do you have anything else in mind?" Jim thought maybe there could be a seed of a plot in what this guy had in mind. "Hmm. Yeah. Like, do you write or... think of writing of swap... wife swap..." Peter looked askance at Jim. That hit him below the belt. Of course, he was familiar with the idea, and he had secretly read a few erotic tales for his part. Secretly, because Lily looked down upon reading erotica. Lily seldom went beyond missionary and cowgirl positions, leave alone cunnilingus and fellatio which were not a frequent feature in their sex life. She was a prude if ever there was one. "Oh no Peter. I have no intention of writing such stuff," Jim said as the neighbor made a face. "I love swap, you know. You take my wife and I take yours. See. It's great, once you try it. Ask your wife, mine is cool to the idea," he winked and smiled. " I don't think she would like that," Jim said. Now he was sure that Jane exposing her cunt was part of a husband-wife ploy to lure him. "Try the idea on Lily, maybe she will like it. You never know about them. A tigress hiding inside her, maybe man. Don't get me wrong." Peter said. Peter repeated the swap suggestion again and Jim got tired and thought it would get worse if the bar owner gulped more drinks. Jim tried to change the topic and bid goodnight and began his walk home. Being the goody two shoes she was, Lily was bound to blow her top if she heard Peter's sleazy suggestion. What about you, Jim asked himself. Are you up for letting Peter have Lily? That was something he had never thought of. If you knew a person well, you could never imagine him or her to do such and such a thing. It was easy to imagine a wife swap situation with an unknown person; but replace that face with that of Lily and the bubble burst. When he reached home, he found Lily on bed reading something on the net. "Hi, baby," Jim said. "Hi, dear. Had fun?" she asked. "Ya, had a few drinks with Peter.What do you think of wife swap," Jim asked without any preamble. Since they always discussed matters like that, she readily replied: "I don't like that personally. But I do know of friends who did that... and after the initial fun and energy, it turned bad when the women started saying who lasted longer and who had good talent. You know, comparison... that led to jealousy between the guys and they split. It can't last long." "Some guys at the bar discussed it and said it happened in big cities, and not here. I wondered whether we could sort of use it in our novel, seeing that already there are two couples in it," Jim managed to say without bringing in Peter. He was sure any mention of what really transpired would have made her burst a vein, and the puritan Lily would have made arrangements to vacate the house immediately. Though he never hid any thought from her, Jim felt it would be wise judgment to keep her in the dark about Peter and his wife swap offer. But he did sound her out as it would help him as a writer to know of another perspective. "Oh Jim, it could happen anywhere," Lily said. "Do you think the swap will work in our story?" Jim asked. "Yeah Jim, It will work. All we have to do is introduce a few more characters and a nice twist. It will turn out great," Lily sounded enthusiastic. Before Jim dozed off, a few thoughts crossed his mind. He and Jane would make a nice pair but Peter and Lily would be an atrocious combination. He had to tell Peter the swap was no go. How would he take it? Would he approach Lily directly? He was that type of brash fellow. Or would Jane woo Lily? Whatever, for the time being that was the end, he thought But the events that followed proved it was far from over. To be continued. Love Thy Neighbor Ch. 01 We live at the other end of the block, After a 10 minute walk I went inside, pulling my dish from the fridge. As I walked out of the living room, I smiled when I saw my wife's clothes from earlier laying on the floor. I wanted her so badly, and this teasing was only aching away at my insides. By the time I made it back to the party, nearly 30 minutes had passed. I handed off the guacamole to the host who was manning the grill, and looked around for my wife. I asked around, and someone mentioned she went inside, so I followed suit. Slowly I moved from the kitchen, to the living room and den, and to the dining room. In the den I found Mary and her husband buried in each other's mouths on the couch. I chuckled and before I headed back outside, I had to piss. The downstairs one was locked, and I cursed myself for not going at my own house. I waited for a moment, and found that whoever was inside wasn't coming out anytime soon. I knew it was improper to go upstairs and use Mike's master bathroom, but everyone was outside and I really had to go. I slipped past Mary and her husband, and up the stairs. I quietly pushed open the door to mikes bedroom, and saw a light emanating from his bathroom. "Shit" I spoke silently under my breath, and walked closer to ensure it was being used and that he didn't just leave a light on. I approached slowly and peeked in through the crack, and gasped at what I saw. Inside the bathroom was Nicole, sitting up on a sink, legs spread and wrapped around someone. She was facing sideways towards the shower, and from the outfit the man was wearing it was Mark. Her head was tilted back and sighing softly. Her legs were locked around his waist, moving her feel up and down against him. He was moaning as he kissed and sucked on her neck, which I found out later left a few hickeys upon her silky skin. I couldn't move, I was frozen, staring at my wife Nikki in this act of adultery with another. It had been part of my fantasy for so long, but never like this, I wasn't expecting it. And definitely not with anyone we knew, maybe she had gotten too drunk as soon as I left. Maybe Mark drugged her and led her inside. Her head turned and eyes opened as she looked straight into mine, and in that moment, I knew she planned this. "Oh mark, god that feels so good." Her hand slid down, and I could see her rubbing his bulge. She pushed him off and slide to the floor. "God, it feels so big already... I don't know if I can handle this, it's been so long since I've had anything larger then my husband." She flashed me a sly smile, as I stood frozen like an ice cube. Her hands tugged down on his pants, and she and I both gasped at what was released. I had always thought of myself as well off, just under 6 inches. Marks cock sprang out, sticking up at close to 9. I saw Nikki's eyes glimmer as she leaned in. Her tongue extended and licked up and down the shaft with a big smile. Her tongue went from the base to the tip, and slowly back down. She even paused for a moment to run it across his sack. Marks eyes closed as he grunted "Fuck." "You know..." Nicole spoke softly. "I've been craving a big hard cock for so long; you don't know how hard it is to get off from my husband anymore." It felt like she stabbed me right through the heart with those words. She stood up and turned around. Her hand untied her slip, and it fell to the floor. As she was untying her top, he got eager and grabbed her bottoms, snapping them as he pulled them off. "Fuck, I've wanted this for so long." He pushed her forward, and without warning slammed into her. The next sound I heard lives in my mind clear as the moment I heard it, and it will forever. Nicole's eyes roll back and closed as her mouth opened wide "MARK! OH GOD YOU'RE IN ME!" She cried out, as if I couldn't tell. He instantly began slamming into her, fucking her long and hard. My hot wife's body leaned forward, bouncing back and forth over the sink. Her head turned and she looked at me, my hand was rubbing the front of my pants. "Mmm fuck yes, give it all to me. Fuck me like Alek never does, I need to be dirty, please." Her words got cut off as his hand came down, smacking her round ass hard. The crack echoed throughout the room. "Fuck Nicole! You fucking slut! I'm going to have you again understand!" He barked at her, hands reaching under her and mauling her breasts. She pulled herself up against him, her smooth back pressed against her chest as he kissed her hard. "Beg for it, I want to hear this pathetic man's wife beg for my cum." I groaned out loud, not loud enough to hear over their heavy panting thankfully. My wife cried out, her body in a state of pure ecstasy. Then her voice chimed in. "Mmm Mark! Cum in me baby. I need it. Fill my pussy with you. ohhh... hot cum." She looked at me; mouthing the words I love you, before kissing him on his lips. "I need to feel a real man fill me!" Marks body suddenly tensed up, as did my wife's. His hand roughly grabbed his tit, squeezing so hard she cried out, while the other hand left bruises on her inner thigh. He convulsed, filling my hot Nicole's pussy with his warm seed. He held her body to his, breaking the kiss as they both panted heavily she herself was climaxing, as she shivered uncontrollably with her eyes closed. As suddenly as it began, it was over. They rested for a moment, his cock growing soft inside of her before she smiled at him. "I think it's time we cleaned up, before Alek gets back." I walked out of the room in a hurry, and back outside to the party. I couldn't believe what had just been witnessed. My wildest and more taboo fantasy had come to life, without me pushing for it. I loved Nicole more than anything, and what I saw nearly made me cum in my pants. I was so intent on watching them I barely noticed the wet spot on the front of my shorts where my precum had leaked out. I leaned against the house, drinking a beer. Nikki slowly emerged out 15 minutes later, and walked over to me with a smile. She stood in front of me, her silky hair was disheveled. Could see her breasts were red from where he squeezed her hard. Her neck hard gentle bite marks and hickeys upon it. As I looked down at her hips, I noticed she wasn't even wearing the bottoms, as they were ripped. I knew beneath that slip was a pussy filled with my neighbors' cum. "Nicole..." I didn't know what to say. I stared into her eyes for 30 seconds, and the only words that could escape were "What took you so long to come outside?" With a wicked grin on her face she whispered "This." And leaned in, kissing me hard. I had known she licked him prior to the rough fucking. But as soon as I tasted her lips, I knew more had happened and what had taken so long. After sex she had dropped to her knees and cleaned his cock off with those beautiful pink lips. I imagined her sucking him clean, as she guided my hand under her slip. I pushed 2 fingers into her pussy, amazed to feel how stretched she was, and how hot and messy she felt. She broke the kiss and guided my fingers to her lips, rubbing them across. "Since I know you're ok with your own jizz, this shouldn't be a problem." To erase any doubt at what I was tasting, she kissed me hard again. I returned the kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, before we were interrupted. "Oh excuse me you two." Mark was standing there. He handed a margarita to Nicole. "You left this inside." He turned and looked at me. I felt my gut tremble, scared, nervous, and excited all in the same moment. "We should get together sometime; I'd like to get to know you both better. Perhaps dinner next Friday at my house?" He smiled, and shook my hand. It made me sick to my stomach, shaking this man's hand in agreement after what he just did to Nikki. "We look forward to being there." She answered, and hugged him goodbye. Once he left she turned to me. "I know you are eager..." She squeezed my hardon. I didn't know the entire time he was standing there I was so hard for my wife, it had to be visible. "Come, let's go home sweetie, I need a hand cleaning the rest of me." Love Thy Neighbor Ch. 02 She rolled over in the king sized bed and realzed by the amount of light in the room that it was late in the morning. "Damn" she yelled at her reflection in the full length mirror. "Maybe if you hadn't been out in the stables all night committing adultery you might have gotten your ass up at a decent hour" She smiled back at her reflection and said "Thank you for your sincere critisism Beverly, and fuck you very much!" She stumbled down the steps and was surprised at how sore she was, in a hurts so good sort of way. She opened the side door out onto the deck and walked outside to greet the day. She was wearing a long sleeved mens' white dress shirt,the same thing she had always slept in, and an ankle bracelet. The side door to her home looked straight over to the neighbors' house. The neighbor with the rough touch and the big dick. She was not at all surprised to see him standing in the front door looking back at her, and she was even less surprised when her phone rang only seconds later. "God you look good " he said "dark tan, white shirt. Mmmmmmm " "Thank you for noticing." she said and giggled like a teeny-bopper despite herself. "What are you doing today?" "I'd like to be doing you " he said, so quickly she had to laugh again. "Think we could work something out?" She didn't answer him, but instead checked to make sure he was still standing at the door watching. She laid down her cordless phone and sat on the top step of the deck and spread her legs apart so she was completely exposed. She reached up and picked up the phone and said into the receiver "Better hurry, I might have to start without you." "Oh God" was all he could manage. "You don't have to call me that." she literally purred into the phone. "Touch yourself." he said and his voice was so full of emotion that she was amazed to feel almost sorry for him. She didn't need to ask but she did,"Do you have your binoculars out?" The way he was breathing on the other end of the phone gave her the answer. So smiling a little to herself she spread her legs wider and slipped a finger inside herself and moaned a little. The moan was completely for his benefit, since the pleasure for her was his reaction, not the finger inside her. "Do you want my dick?" he growled into the phone. "Do you want it now?" She stood up and started to unbutton her shirt to expose her breast. "Drew,bring your big dick over here and hurry." she said into the phone and then hung up. As she walked into the house she remembered how hard he had squeezed her breast and the way he had pinched her nipples the night before. She reached down and ran her hands over them and said "Sorry girls." Then she opened the door to let him in. "You know that running around dressed like that in this neighborhood could get you raped." He was pulling her to him as he spoke and squeezing her breast again til she had to reach up and pull his hands away. "Easy." she said softly, leaning over to kiss him on the neck. "Oh God you smell so good". She had told him early on in their flirtation what a freak about smells she was and had always been. A man who smelled good was an immediate turn-on to her. "Careful" he warned, "remember what I said about rape." He pushed her up against the wall and started to kiss her breast. As he was doing this he was saying,"A man could come in here and see you so sexy and hot looking and just do all kinds of things to you, like this," he said as his hand went between her legs and he slid a finger inside her very wet pussy. "Oh that would be awful wouldn't it?" she breathed as he added another finger. He had fingers like his dick...huge, and she was going crazy. He wasn't a great big man but he was incredibly strong and he was holding both her hands behind her back with one hand and with the other one he was bringing her to a frenzy. "Do you like that Beverly?" "Are you going to cum on me Bev?" Then without warning he pulled the fingers out of her and said "No one is around today I won't have to put my hand over your mouth, I can enjoy making you scream." Smiling at him she said in her most seductive voice, "Or you could put something in my mouth so I can't scream." And before he could respond she dropped to her knees in front of him and looked up at him with the great bedroom eyes she knew she had and said sweetly "Please?" He had his Levis down to his ankles before she knew it and his already rock hard dick sprang out like a jack in the box. She kissed the tip of it and ran her tongue up and down the sides of it like it was a giant lollipop. She was well aware that standing there looking down at her he had a great view of her performance and as she licked his dick she made sure to occasionally rub her breast against his legs.She derived great satisfaction from the way his legs were shaking and the way he kept thrusting his dick forward trying to give her the not so subtle hint to take it in her mouth. Finally when he couldn't stand it any longer he reached down and pulled her up from the floor and shoved her against the wall again and shoved his fingers inside her so roughly it surprised her. "Were you teasing me?" He was finger fucking her really hard now and she was almost ready to explode. "Paybacks are hell" he said harshly in her ear,as he again pulled his fingers out just as she was about to reach an orgasm that would have been spine-shattering. "I am not giving it to you til you ask for it", he grinned at her. She reached down and grabbed his dick with one hand and with the other she grabbed his balls and caressed them gently. She licked his ear and bit his neck and said,"Please." "Please what?" he asked with a look of such child like innocence that she had to smile. "Please fuck me." she said, and was sure his trembling legs were in danger of letting him down at any moment. He grabbed her arm and led her across the room to the chair and promptly shoved into it on her knees. He had her shirt pulled up and was entering her before she knew it. After only a couple of thrust into her he pulled it almost all the way out of her and started making these tiny little strokes in and out with barely the head of it in her. "See what it feels like to be teased?" he asked and smacked her on the ass. "Tell me what you want!" "I want it all...NOW!" she begged wiggling her ass against him. "I am gonna fill you full!" he said and she heard in his voice that he was as close as she was to screaming. He shoved himself inside her so hard it hurt and he knew it. "Does it hurt?" he almost yelled as he pounded into her. "Yes! No! I don't know, don't stop! Please don't stop!" the last part turned from a moan to an outright scream as the orgasm that she had been on the verge of for an hour finally shook her body. "Do you want my cum?" he was panting to her as she felt it warm inside her. "Yes give it all to me" she said pushing her body back against him. " I never met a woman like you before" he said as he pulled his spent dick from her. "You amaze me." She took his hand with a smile and led him into the bathroom. She got a wash rag from the cabinet and ran warm water on it then reached down and gently cleaned off his limp dick as he watched, speechless. She leaned down and kissed his dick and then his stomach and up to his chest. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest and kissed his neck and finally his mouth. He kissed her back and it seemed he was a little better than he had been the night before. Maybe he was learning from example. He looked at her with such emotion that it touched her in a way no one had in a long time. "You are special to me" she said earnestly, "I want to show you that." "I can't believe all the years we wasted just being friends." he smiled at her and she wrapped her arms around him and he in turn held her so close she could barely breathe. "I'd better go before she gets home." he said, making a reference to his wife, as he pulled his jeans up and buckled his belt. Then he turned and smiled wickedly at her and said "Now you remember what I said about the danger of going around half dressed, you know, the rape thing" "Well," she said leading the way back into the living room,"I have a lousy memory, you may have to remind me soon. "I could fuck you again right now!" he said grabbing her hair and pulling her head back roughly. She opened the door and smiling she said, "Oh yeah? Prove it!" Of course she only said this because she knew it was almost time for his wife. She was so sore and still throbbing from the high intensity orgasm she'd just experienced that she could not have taken him again. He stepped onto the porch then reached back inside and took her face in his hands and kissed her again. "Bye neighbor." he said so softly that if she hadn't been looking at his mouth she wouldn't have known what he said. "Think about me" she called after him. "As if I have a choice" he said. Love Thy Neighbor Ch. 02 The day after Peter the bar owner came up with a wife swap suggestion, Jim explained to Peter that his wife Lily wasn't the type of woman who would go for that. Peter was disappointed but shrugged it off. Jim, 28 and a novelist, himself had fantasies, none of which he could perform with Lily who was traditional when it came to sexual preferences. And hence Peter's wife Jane exposing her pussy and Peter suggesting wife swap aroused Jim beyond words. While he could imagine the 30-year-old Jane and he making a hot pair in bed, the dull and staid Lily would be a damp squib for the 35-year-old Peter. Well, no use thinking of that as it would never take off the ground. That morning, when Lily went out to buy some groceries, Jim began typing out on his laptop a few pages of his new novel. It was then that the neighbor's window opened and he saw the hottie Jane standing there, dressed in a light blue skirt that came up to her knees. Since their houses were close, he could easily see her clearly. Jane smiled at him and picked up her phone and gestured she would give him her number. Then she held up her hands and indicated with her fingers her number one by one, which Jim typed into his phone and saved it as Peter. Finished with giving her number, the neighbor's wife lifted her skirt up slowly and let Jim see her shaven pussy. The temptress hardly seemed to wear panties, Jim thought. The steamy Jane brought her left hand down between her thighs, ran a finger up and down her puffed-up vertical slit and then turned around in slow motion, displaying both her holes, all the while using her fingers to open her tight rear hole and her much-used vagina. Jim's manhood twitched and throbbed inside his boxers at the daring display and he felt like stripping and masturbating. Suddenly, Jane straightened up and blew a kiss at him and left the room. Wow! What a slutty woman, Jim thought as he went to the bathroom and nursed his swollen penis. He stroked himself a few times and tucked his erection into his boxers and returned to his bed. Lily never indulged in such raunchy titillation, and Jane's sudden exhibition left Jim flabbergasted. This woman was far too gone into the world of carnal arousal. In the coming days, Jim's concentration went for a toss, leaving dry his usually brimming well of words. Whenever he tried to type a few paragraphs, the image of Jane's shaven pussy appeared before him. He had sex with Lily, hoping it would offer relief, but the ritual only seemed to underline the dull sex life the couple led. In the evening, when Lily went out for a walk, Jane called Jim up. "How was my show, cute boy?" Jane's low whisper came out sexy. "It was hot. Where is Peter?" Jim asked wondering if the question was stupid. "Oh! He is in the living room watching boxing or something. Did you get an erection when you saw me?" Jane persisted. "Y... y...yes. I did," Jim managed to say, not used to such explicit libidinous talk. "We can forget wife swap, since your wife doesn't want that. You can come over some night, you can see me from close, cute boy. I can show you my eatable goodies and let you feed on them," Jane went on with her sensual account. 'I have to think of that," Jim said. 'I will encourage you to come to me, will show you more and more of me," she laughed and ended the call. Though he was afraid of getting caught, Jim was totally aroused by now. There was always sleaze in any person and Jim was going through such a phase. When Lily was not around, he would peek at porn or read erotica but would feel guilty when his wife came back. Lily had that sanitizing effect on him, making him pure, removing all dirty thoughts and leading him towards greater things. Theirs being a mutually beneficial relationship, Jim needed Lily as an emotional and inspirational pivot, his muse and everything. But this Jane woman was too much of a horny character who catered to Jim's cheap side which surfaced once in a while _ too often in the past two days _ and had to be fed now and then. The writer tried to focus on his novel and discussed various situations with his wife, but all his efforts went in vain as Jane's vaginal exposition popped up on his mind like a sleazy advertisement on a website that you wanted to avoid. Try as he may, he could hardly shake off the neighbor's striptease. However high a man tried to fly, he had to come down low between the thighs of a woman, Jim thought. Suddenly a thought struck him; why shouldn't he use in his novel what was happening? Yes, that might work. The writer told his wife the seduction part without Jane's nudity and titillation and made it sound as if it was fiction and not something that happened to him. He had to portray the seduction in a more romantic, classy and casual way. That night, Jim spent hours writing the part involving the neighbors' meeting, the wife swap suggestion, refusal on the part of the new neighbors, the woman's wooing of the man... and Jim felt drained and dozed off. The next day, as Lily read what Jim had turned out, the writer had a nagging feeling: would Lily connect the fiction and the fact. Lily knew that Jim took their real-life experience and mixed it with imagination, so.. . why was he feeling guilty? "Aren't the characters too real, Jim dear. I mean Peter and Jane? Why don't we give them some other background and let it happen in a big city," Lily went on. Jim heaved a sigh of relief. It was all his imagination, spurred by his guilt, that made him fear his wife would somehow dig out the fact that he was ogling the nudity-loving Jane. The couple discussed the novel some more and Jim said he wanted to go out for a walk. Ten minutes into his stroll, Jim's phone rang. He took it out expecting it to be Lily wanting him to buy something on the way back, but Peter's name flashed. Gosh! It was Jane, whose number he had stored in the name of Peter. "Hi cute boy," Jane's seductive voice filled his ear. "Hi. What's up?" Jim asked. "I saw you go out and thought you could talk freely. Did you think of my bald, wet pussy?" Jane cooed. "Yes I did," Jim said. "Yes. Wanna see it some more or you wanna grab my goodies. See, your wife is not for swap. But you can have me, and Peter needn't know. That's the deal," Jane repeated her proposal. "Sounds like cheating," Jim said. "Oh god! Cheating. I like you... I like you even more now. Well, most people reach for any extra pussy in sight whenever they got a chance, and here is you! Am I not hot enough for you?" Jane drawled teasingly. "It's not like that.,." Jim hesitated. "Think it over, Mr. nice guy. Peter is away at night, you know that, bye cute boy," she said and ended the call. The thought of being disloyal to Lily never crossed his mind before. But had he been tempted before, in this manner, by a stripper next door? Women had paid him compliments on his good looks and flirted with him, that too in front of Lily. His wife had just laughed it off... that was the type of trust she had on him. He couldn't break the trust, couldn't let her down. Jim was quiet sure he didn't want to sleep with Jane, and the next time she called him he would tell her that. The solution to this problem was to get out of here, but what reason could he give Lily for moving out of the house so soon? He imagined that continuing to watch Jane and talk to her could get him into trouble. What if she decided to blackmail him? What if she threatened to tell Lily that it was Jim who began flirting with her. Jeez, his imagination was running wild; Lily knew him so well and would never believe any tale Jane told. And anyway, what wrong had he done? He had just seen a woman showing her hot stuff, and how the hell was that his mistake? Blackmail? well, well, here the plot for his novel was taking shape. Was that convincing? Make it convincing, Jim boy, that's your job, he told himself as he mentally wrote the scene and decided to discuss it with his wife. "The young couple reject the swap offer but the woman neighbor continues to seduce the guy by leaving the window open and letting him see her while she changes clothes. She gets the guy to compliment her on her sexy appearance and then threatens to tell his wife if he did not have sex with her. The husband of the neighbor is the dominant partner and doesn't like his wife to indulge with any guy without his knowledge," Jim elaborated. "Hmm ... ok. So the seduction continues. The young wife already suspects that her man is a flirt and is capable of fooling around... that would add more drama," Lily added. "Yes, now we introduce a new character, a friend of the sexy woman neighbor who seeks money in exchange for their silence. If they told the young man's wife of his flirting and watching the neighbor strip, it would rock their marriage... does that sound good?" Jim wanted to know. "Yes, you have to make the young wife rich as that would make the guy fear exposure and losing her," Lily said. Days went by and the writer and wife were together always, not giving Jane the chance to expose herself or call Jim. Well, that was one way of avoiding Jane, Jim thought, realizing that nowadays he seldom thought of the frivolous neighbor sexually when he was with Lily. Though primal sexual thoughts did control him initially, the writer in him had now taken over so much so that now he saw Jane as a character in his novel and pondered as to what would happen next. Next day when Lily was away on her morning shopping-cum-stroll, Jane appeared at the window and waved at him. This time the seductress stripped and sat on a chair and propped up her legs on to the arms of the chair. She took a dildo and inserted it into her stretched pussy and began sliding it in and out... taking it out and sucking it and again inserting it... she was at her lusty best today. Circling her clitoris with her left hand, she dipped the toy into her rear entrance and then into her vagina and again into her gaping rose bud, repeating this for five more minutes. Jim was completely aroused no doubt; any man would be, Jim justified his drooling gawk. Jane finished her enticing act by rubbing both her holes with her hand for a few more minutes, dressed and called him on his phone. "Hi, cute boy. Do you wanna replace that toy with your hard meat. You can see both my holes are much used and can take you easily?" Jane laughed. "Jane, let me tell you one thing... I don't plan to sleep with you, I love my wife too much," Jim got it off his chest. "Oooh. That is cool, many men who cheat on their wives love them much. I am not asking you to come live with me. It's just a one night thing. Like ordering food from outside, changing the plate you eat from or the cup you usually drink from. I am not asking you to dispose the table or dismantle the kitchen; such a small thing. Why do you make such a big scene out of something so small," Jane tried to coax him into seeing her point of view. The more he spoke to her the more he was inspired to write the scenes of his novel but he heard Lily coming back and so bid Jane goodbye and ended the call. Phew, that was close. That woman was trouble. That night when Jim and Lily made love in their traditional missionary position, the image of Jane sitting on the chair with her thighs spread and using a dildo on her twin portals flashed in his mind. Jim realized, all said and done, Jane's seductive pose did pep up his performance with Lily in bed. The novel was coming out well; Jim churned out page after page and Lily kept reading them. One day, Jim said he wanted to relax and went out on a long walk, he left his phone behind and walked for an hour, maybe. Now and then he sat on a stone under a tree and thought about his novel and everything else that happened after they came here. He let his mind wander free, that was what he wanted. When he came back home it was dark. There was no lights at his house. Where was Lily, he wondered. The days of writing and the long walk had left him exhausted and he plopped down on the bed and was soon asleep thinking Lily had stepped out to buy something, after all it was only 8. When he woke up and looked around it was still dark. Lily had not returned. He managed to see the wrist watch which said 11... Oh! god 11... he began to panic. Where was his wife? In the quiet night, he heard giggling coming from next door. Maybe Lily was with Jane. He decided to check out for himself and stepped out. But the lights were out. Why the hell were they giggling in the dark? Was it Lily after all. Or.. or was it Peter and Lily. Where was Jane if so, or was it a threesome. Oh! he was thinking like he was nuts. He mentally apologized to Lily for thinking she would be with Peter. Jeez, what a perverse thought! It was the writer in him churning out various options, not the husband, he calmed himself. His phone ... where was it? He went inside his house and found it on the table in the bedroom where he had left it. It was dead. He connected it to his charger and waited for it to switch on. Lily was bound to have sent him a message. Come on, come on, show some life... he told the phone. Yes, when the phone glowed, he found a message from his wife. "Aunt passed away. Have gone to her funeral. Will be back tomorrow evening," read the message and went on to say what food was in the fridge and a set of instructions. He began breathing easy. Then a thought struck him. What was the giggling all about? He could hardly imagine Peter and Jane giggling like a newly-married couple. And Peter would be at the bar now. The writer in him wanted to find out what was happening, and so he went out and approached the bedroom window. It was quiet now and he peeped inside and saw a woman, Jane, lying on bed and a head was working between her thighs. The man straightened up and offered his cock to Jane who began sucking it. Jim still couldn't make out who the man was. Jane was now on her fours and the man took her doggy style, holding her hips, yanking her hair and slapping her luscious ass. Phew what a woman ... nymphomaniac... slut that was what she was. Not wanting to be caught snooping, Jim went back to his house. But curiosity got the better of him and he wanted to see who the man was. Well, he hardly knew anyone in town and how would he recognize who it was? Anyway he had time to kill. So with beer in hand, he waited on the porch for the man to come out. Finally, after half an hour a figure emerged. It was... in the dim light he could make out who it was yes... hmm... the guy who helped Peter at the bar. Jim almost laughed loudly. The man helped Peter at the bar when Peter was away and also 'helped' his wife at home when Peter was away. That sounded funny, he thought and went inside and finished the beer. Did Peter know about Jane and the bar guy? Was Peter screwing the other guy's wife, like, was it a wife swap or something? What if Peter was jealous? Did he allow only guys he approved to be with Jane or could Jane select partners on her own, like she tried to seduce him? Looked like Jane could share her pie with her own set of lovers and Peter knew nothing about her activities. The plethora of permutations and combinations and the anxiety about Lily's whereabouts had tired him out and he fell asleep. The next evening when Lily came back Jim had his novel's climax ready. He narrated it to her: "The woman neighbor is carrying on with another guy without her the knowledge of her husband who is in the dominant partner in their swap. So, one night the two blackmailers make love and the man steps out of the house and is hit by a speeding truck. One blackmailer out of the way, the seductress has to explain to her suspicious husband what that dead guy, a common friend, was doing there at that time of the night. Did that hold water? Lily and Jim began debating the climax again and again, trying to make it more plausible. The story's end was in the box; one blackmailer dead and the other in a soup. The task before them was to make the entire thing work. And Jane. What about the real life vamp? She could strip and masturbate all she wanted to woo Jim, but he preferred to stick to his Lily, a few porn movies and erotic novels on the sly. The novel progressed well in the coming months and the neighbors kept to them mostly except for a casual hello now and then, after they realized the younger couple were not interested in anything hanky-panky. That did not keep the raunchy Jane from displaying her nude body to Jim, and he watched without guilt as if it were porn, no attachment please. Thank god, Jane stuck to razzing him and never approached him. After all, she had the bar guy and, maybe, many more and, hence, hardly needed the reluctant novelist. When the novel finally ended, Jim and Lily went over to meet Peter and Jane and say goodbye. After chatting for a few minutes and promising to stay in touch, they drove away. As Lily drove the car, Jim mentally thanked Jane for the 'inspiration' without which he couldn't have finished the novel.Just then his phone vibrated and a message popped up. It was from Jane: "Peter's bar is open for you always and so are my thighs, cute boy." Jim smiled inwardly and deleted the flirty message. Let me delete the number too, he thought. Or should he? Well, men will be men. ENDS