Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 20
The glow of that evening continued to bathe Peter and Amanda in its sensual warmth for days and even weeks. They were so in love! Out of that mutual love and desire to have a child, the couple had frankly begun to fuck like minks. It seemed to Peter that they were spending more time in bed now than in the weeks after their honeymoon. They made love in the morning before Amanda left for class and Peter for the commuter train. Instead of the glass of wine they habitually shared before dinner, the hot lovers usually decided that a coupling on the couch in the den was the pick-me-up they really needed! They were already thinking about going to bed before the dishes were done. A nine o'clock bedtime, after all, permitted enough recovery time for Peter to shoot his wad three times.
And the weekends? Forget it! Peter and Amanda hardly bothered to get out of bed. By Sunday night, Amanda was usually sore — raw, even — from the astonishing frequency of their lovemaking. But no matter — she was so in love and so eager to experience yet another blast of sperm-rich semen up her twat that any physical discomfort was just beside the point. Clearly, this decision to make a baby had catapulted the Wyeths into a second honeymoon!
In spite of this obsession with his wife, Peter had not forgotten Julie. Not entirely, anyway. The unexpectedly hot time he was having with his wife meant that his desire to spend time with the massively titted beauty was correspondingly ebbing, however; it was just one of those things. Yet he knew that he had promised to see her again. In fact, Peter actually considered himself morally bound to see Julie again. He had really given his word! This meant, of course, that the fellow considered himself morally bound to be unfaithful to his wife. Such are the ethical pretzels into which one's principles get twisted when one steps out on one's wife!
Peter was certainly glad that he had bought some time with Julie when he had last left her house for the train station that Wednesday morning. He had let her know it might be weeks before a safe mode of continuing their affair could be arranged. But now it had been weeks! Peter knew that this lapse of time was starting to get awkward!
Peter had momentarily glimpsed his awesomely buxom neighbor on a couple of occasions. Both times, she had given him a look that expressed a complex mixture of love, sexual need, uncertainty, inquisitiveness but, yes, also an unmistakable touch of hurt. Peter knew he simply could not let this situation continue indefinitely. It soon would be festering. Maybe it was festering already! He just had to talk to Julie — at least talk to her! But sex? Well, his memories of her stupendous figure remained strong. But at the moment ... well ... he just could not get his mind off Amanda!
That, of course, was the way both God and man had intended him to feel. A man was supposed to have the hots for his wife. Yet in some crazy way Peter felt a little guilty about it insofar as he knew it was reducing his need to spend time with Julie! This fellow's thinking processes were in need of some sort of a major overhaul!
After a lot of thought, Peter decided he should talk to Julie on the phone at least. It had, after all, been weeks since they had last passionately embraced at the Lamson's front door! The following Monday offered the perfect opportunity. Peter had wrenched his knee playing tennis over the weekend and decided to give himself an additional day at home to recover. Amanda had classes most of the day and Norman, Peter assumed, was busily engaged in his law office in Center City. The coast should be clear.
With trembling hand, therefore, Peter picked up the phone and dialed the Lamson house.
"Peter!" Julie exclaimed, a bit of tartness in her tone. "I had almost despaired of ever hearing your voice again!" His neighbor's voice sounded a bit brisk and chilly. Yet it also seemed at times to be quivering with high emotion. Who could blame her?
"I know, I know," Peter said, "and I need to apologize. It's just been so hard to try to work out a plan to get together when you're right next door. I do keep thinking about you, though — day and night!" Peter lied.
"And me, too, about you," Julie said in a softer voice. "Even though I'm furious with you, Peter Wyeth! I ... I ... feel so ... abandoned! Even ... even ... used! Do you even know I am alive?"
"Will you forgive me," Peter implored. "I just haven't been able to call ... it's been impossible! The logistics!" Then the fellow softened his voice. "I miss you so much," he cooed. "Please forgive me, baby," he implored.
There was a few seconds pause. "I guess I forgive you, Peter," Julie said at last, "though I've suffered a lot of pain wondering if I would ever hear from you again." Julie then paused for a moment. "And, I should add, there are conditions to this forgiveness! This is a provisional forgiveness!"
"I bet I know exactly what they are, and I'm really sorry. I had said, you know, that this would take some time and I've really found it difficult to find a safe time when I could even call you!"
"Yes, but you've really stretched the envelope on time, Peter, darling!" Julie was silent for a while. "Well, let's treat it like water over the dam," Julie sighed. "I don't want to fight with you — quite the contrary, for God's sake!" She paused again. "I do have some news for you, by the way!" she added brightly.
"Hmmm?"
"Our house in St Davids is ready at last. That means we're moving out of this house and into our new place next weekend."
"Congratulations!" Peter enthused. Then he paused for a moment. "You know, that's really a good thing for us, 'cause our living next door has actually made it harder to get together. It's been a real impediment. We have to be so much more careful!" Peter, it must be admitted, was making it up as he was going along!
"Can we get together, though? Sometime? Soon?" Julie asked in a small voice.
"Of course — just as soon as you move would be a great time to set something up!" Peter responded. "Let me work it out. Give me your new number and I'll call right away after your move."
"I really do miss you, honey," Julie whispered. "That weekend was so great. And the days after that — Wow! They were better yet!" Julie paused for a moment as if in thought. "It was all so great!" she concluded. "I'd just die if that was all there was."
"There will be more — lots more!" Peter promised. He wondered how on earth he was going to keep that pledge! Especially when at the moment he did not really want to honor it at all. How, in other words, was he going to get out of this one?
"Just call me, Peter, just call," Julie implored. "I can understand the difficulty in arranging things. It's the hearing nothing that's so hard to bear!"
Julie's voice then faded into a sexy whisper. "Guess what I'm doing now, Peter?"
"What?"
"I'm getting so excited just from talking with you that I've started playing with my huge tits. I'm wearing a really tight, low cut top with no bra ... wait! ... I just took the top off so I can really play with my breasts. They're so big! Hmmm! They just tingle at the thought of you!"
"Baby!" Peter moaned.
"What a minute! Let me switch to the speaker phone," Julie said.
Peter was still wearing his robe. He reached inside and began to fondle his cock. It was already starting to get seriously engorged at the thought of Julie playing with her massive bosom. This was not how he had envisioned the course of this phone call! Not at all!
"Hmmm, baby! Now I'm starting to lick my giant tits! I'm lying on the bed. Hmmm. Our bed! Wow!" Peter could her nothing on his end but imagine Julie holding up her mountainous tit with both hands and licking its endless expanse of breast flesh. His cock was now fully extended — he was getting hot!
"Wow! Now I'm going to suck my nipples, honey. How I wish you were over here to do it for me!" Peter considered that possibility. Amanda was not due home for hours. He could sneak through the bushes for a quickie. No, the risk of an unexpected trip home, even if small, would be too catastrophic in result to chance. And, besides, one trip would inexorably lead to another!
Instead, Peter hobbled up the stairs with the portable phone and headed for the master bathroom. He threw off his robe and lay down on the carpeted floor. He pulled some towels off the rack and laid them around his body. If he and Julie were going to do some phone sex — and that seemed to be the program! — he'd better provide some safe place for his jism to land! He was pretty sure that if he lay on the floor his ejaculation would not reach the ceiling. He did not want to have to explain a stained ceiling to Amanda!
Everything was therefore in order. Peter began to pull on his pud in earnest as he vividly imagined Julie sucking and licking her stiff nipples. He was picturing the way her massive breasts obscured her entire torso and hung down to her upper thighs. Julie was so built!
"Baby!" Peter groaned. "I'm pulling on my giant cock right now. It's getting so stiff! Precious! Just listening to you talk about your huge tits is getting me so hot and bothered!"
"Oh, honey," Julie moaned, "that's so great! Now I've got my tit propped up so I can stick my fingers up my pussy at the same time. Oh, oh, oh! I'm so excited, baby! If only you were here to do this for me! I'm so hungry for your huge cock! How I want to be deep-throating you!"
"Oh, honey," Peter moaned, "that would be so great!"
"Sweetheart, stuff is just dripping out of my pussy. My fingers are making sucking sounds as I shove 'em in and out! It's all from thinking about you!"
Peter was starting to get close to an orgasm as he recreated in his mind's eye a picture of Julie's gorgeous face and her huge, quivering bosom.
"Oh, oh, ugh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Precious, oh, oh! I'm coming!" Julie screamed. Peter imagined he could see Julie's fabulous body clenching and shuddering on the bed.
Only seconds later, it was Peter's turn. "Me, too!" he screamed into the phone. His body became almost bowed with the strength of his orgasm. A huge clot of jism — Jesus! It was nearly six feet in length! — went flying into the air. It was a close call but it seemed just to miss the ceiling. Then another rope of spunk flew out, this time about five feet into the air. Then another. And another. And yet another. Peter had forgotten about how hot he could get at just the thought of Julie's beautiful face and fabulous figure.
Peter and Julie were silent for a minute or two while they mutually recovered from their steamy bout of phone sex. It was Peter's first time in ages for such an activity; he couldn't believe how excited he had gotten! He wondered if he should have been more vocally active.
"Was it good for you, baby," Julie asked softly.
"Oh, yeah," Peter answered. "It was tremendous!"
"Think about how much better it would be doing it together," Julie added, just as softly. "In person, I mean. Find a place, Peter, and I'll be there. I need you so much!"
This unexpectedly sensuous phone call had rekindled memories of his astonishing tryst with Julie. Did he really want to see her again? No, but....
Who was he kidding? Of course, he wanted to see her again. Desperately! But wouldn't it be better to withstand such temptation? Things were going so well with Amanda. Their sex was both non-stop and electrifying. Why take a chance on messing that up?
These thoughts were rattling around Peter's brain as he trudged up Elm Avenue toward home later that week. His knee had almost completely recovered and he was gratified to see that it had withstood nicely the walk from the train station. To his surprise, Amanda was waiting on the couch with a glass of wine. They were going to sit and chat, it appeared, instead of making immediate whoopee in the back room. What was up?
Amanda was just glowing! Thus, the news — whatever it was — seemed to be good. But what could it be? Peter's heart suddenly leaped. Could it be?
"Guess what, honey?"
"What?"
"I'm pregnant ... um ... I should say I'm pregnant, I think!"
"What do you mean, you think?" Peter hurriedly interjected.
"Well, Martha — you know, my friend from the English Department — was pregnant last year. She told me that when she was first pregnant, she just knew! That's before she went to the doctor or anything. She could just feel it!"
Peter had a huge grin on his face. "And that's what you feel?"
"That's what I feel. There's no doubt in my mind! Martha says it doesn't even matter if it's your first baby. You just know! And I do. Plus, it's been long enough since we started trying that I could be far enough along to tell. So it looks like you really were up to the task after all," Amanda concluded with a smirk.
Peter was overjoyed. "Baby! I think this calls for a celebration. Like in bed upstairs instead of down here in the den."
Amanda's face darkened somewhat. "Well, Peter, I wonder if we ought to wait on that ... like until tomorrow night, that is. I've got an appointment with Dr Montgomery tomorrow afternoon to get a medical opinion on my possibly delicate condition. And you know, baby, your thing is so big and all ... you know that when we make love it actually goes way into my womb where Junior could be growing right this very minute." Amanda sighed. "Do you think we could wait until I see Dr Montgomery to see what he thinks we should do about sex if I really am pregnant?"
Peter was a bit flummoxed. He had never thought of this possibility. What a dummy he was! He had been ecstatically jumping his wife's bones at a frantic pace — at least in part to facilitate their parenthood — and now this! He knew that sex was verboten around the nine-month mark. But for the entire pregnancy? He could see right where this issue was headed! The fruit of his sexual activity of the last few weeks was going to be enforced celibacy! Peter did not know if he could stand that! I mean, what was a fellow to do? It was not his fault that his pecker was so long and thick!
Still, he knew what he was obliged to say. And so he said it. "Of course, honey, that's the safe thing to do. Mind? How could I mind? I certainly wouldn't want to do anything that would harm Junior. Or little Missy, for that matter. Let's just drink our wine and have a nice dinner in town — I just decided we're going to the Fountain at the Four Seasons to celebrate, by the way — and then we'll just cozy up and spoon in bed when we get home. What could be more wonderful than that?"
"Oh, Peter, you're so great! I just knew you would understand! And I'm sure there are lots of things we could do in lieu of regular intercourse." Amanda smiled lewdly at her husband. "Actually, I think we're doing most of them now already!"
"Mrs Wyeth, so good to see you again." Howard Montgomery, M.D., was ruddy, white haired, and gentle in demeanor. He could have been typecast as everyone's favorite gynecologist-obstetrician. And for good reason — he was the genuine article. Everyone from the college went to see him.
Amanda wasted no words in getting to the point. "Doctor, I'm think I'm pregnant."
Dr Montgomery smiled. "Well, in my experience when a patient tells me that, she's usually right. Let's do a few tests first, though, to make sure.
"Of course."
"Actually, we can have a preliminary test done while we wait. Let me get that going; after that I'll give you a pelvic examination, and then we'll see where we stand."
"Mrs Wyeth, it appears your instincts were right on the money. The preliminary test indicates that you are pregnant. Now, I caution you ... this test is only accurate about two-thirds of the time. The definitive test results will be back tomorrow. But I really think we'll find out that you are expecting. We'll make that our working hypothesis at any rate."
"Well, my husband and I have certainly been working at it."
"Yet another reason, then, to suspect that you are." Dr Montgomery gave the stunningly beautiful young woman a warm, avuncular smile.
"For the moment, then, let's assume that I am pregnant," Amanda began.
"All right."
"As you might guess, I have loads of questions. For one thing, how about sex?"
Dr Montgomery smiled again, this time with even more of an avuncular cast to his manner. "Well, that's an easy one, Mrs Wyeth. We don't just allow sex between a pregnant woman and her partner but positively encourage it. It's an extremely important way to maintain closeness with your husband during the pregnancy process. And vice-versa, of course."
Amanda began to get the slightest bit red in the face. "Well, I understand that. It's just that we ... um ... well ... I don't know quite how to put this but ... we might have a special situation here ... an exception to the general rule, that is."
"Like what, Mrs Wyeth?"
"Well, my husband, you see, he ... he is rather spectacularly equipped ... physically, that is ... well ... sexually, is what I really mean."
"How spectacularly?" Dr Montgomery was suddenly all business.
"Umm ... well.... his penis is sixteen inches long, Doctor."
"A sixteen inch penis, Mrs Wyeth?"
"Yep. Every bit of that. It's extremely thick, too ... like my forearm, actually ... though I suppose that's not so important for our purposes as its length, is it?"
"My dear Mrs Wyeth, I don't ... I didn't realize ... I've never..." Dr Montgomery softly coughed, paused, collected himself, and then continued. "And how far into your reproductive system does your husband penetrate during intercourse? To the greatest extent, I mean."
"Deep into my womb, Doctor. Quite deep into my womb, actually! Very, very deep. Up against the far wall of my uterus, I'm afraid. Every time, in fact."
Dr Montgomery coughed again. "I'm afraid, Mrs Wyeth, that that might put things into an entirely different perspective. Definitely into the uterus, eh?"
"Definitely! All the way in! And then some!"
"Well, then, I think we really will have to make an exception in your case. Penetration to that degree could be positively harmful to the fetus. It could cause a miscarriage now; later, even if we somehow managed to avoid a miscarriage, it could seriously harm the embryo as it develops."
"That's what I was afraid of, Doctor."
"Hmm ... yes ... well, to be frank, I've never had a case like this. Not personally. I've read about them in the literature, though, and there's no doubt that you'll have to take a sabbatical from intercourse." Dr Montgomery then shifted gears. "In fact, because we strongly suspect that you are pregnant, I think I would recommend no more sexual intercourse at all. Until we're certain, that is. There's no sense in taking a chance."
The physician looked sharply at his patient to gauge her reaction to all this. "How do you think your husband will react to this sort of news? And you too, of course."
"We talked about it a bit last night. Just briefly." Amanda then smiled. "My husband is a wonderful, wonderful man. It will be difficult, no doubt about that because we have such a fantastic sex life."
Dr Montgomery's eyebrows seemed almost imperceptibly to arch in reaction to that statement; he was clearly imagining that horse-sized cock in action. Amanda was looking down at her feet at that moment, however, and did not notice it. "That's a definite plus," he added noncommittally.
"Peter will be fine with it, though, I know!" Amanda sighed. "As for me, I think it will be easier for me than for Peter, but I'll miss it too — very much! But I have faith we both can adapt to the program. It's the only way, after all; we really have no choice. Plus the payoff — the child we both want so very much — is so great! And it's only for nine months after all."
"Excellent!" Dr Montgomery responded heartily. "A wonderful attitude. Excellent. And of course I'm only proscribing intercourse, you understand. Every other kind of sex is open to you. In fact, in a case like this it's imperative that you engage in sex of every other kind. Early and often in fact. I can't emphasize that enough — it's just supremely important if you are to come out of the pregnancy as close and devoted to each other as you were when you entered it! Does that regimen sound workable to you?"
Amanda smiled again. "Frankly, Doctor, I think we're engaging in most of those alternative modes of satisfaction already. Don't worry — we'll be able to hit the ground running."
"Excellent," Dr Montgomery pronounced after the slightest pause, "excellent! And now let's talk about the general plan for dealing with your pregnancy. For starters, I have a lot of literature for you to read...."
End of Chapter 20
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