Good Neighbors
Chapter 1
By James Bellamy
They had sat there round the coffee table many evenings
before. It was a comfortable ritual, first dinner with
lot's of laughter, then coffee here in the three tub chairs
around the marble table that sat before the large
fashioned bay window looking out on the front yard. Allen
was a friend, a confidant, a charming visitor. He sat now
reveling in the retelling of one of his favorite anecdotes
that started with a preamble that went so far afield in
setting the stage that he forgot what the anecdote was in
the first place. Lois smiled at the two of them, Allen and
her husband Andy. It was kind of nice, she thought, having
both of them to give her attention, to make her feel good
about herself on evenings like this.
Allen, since he was not her husband, would listen more
carefully to what she had to say, laugh at things she
thought were funny; much more than a husband does after so
many years of knowing her stories. Allen was separated
from his and Lois knew that he really truly liked her.
She knew also that he enjoyed the pleasure of looking at
her; the occasional glimpse she gave him of her cleavage,
the top of a boosted by a pushup bra and a loosened
button. She looked quickly at Andy, realizing that not all
those glimpses were accidental. She straightened slightly
in her chair.
It had been unkind of Andy to mention that Allen might be
losing his boyish figure during dinner, she thought. She
poured everyone another cup of coffee, touching Allen's
hand to steady the cup as she did so, and noticing how his
eyes followed her. He was balding slightly, and yes, she
admitted, he was a little overweight, but he was her
trusted and trusting friend, and she did not like seeing
him hurt, even a little bit. Her touch was intended to
make up for the little discomfort he must have felt
earlier.
"Allen, don't you pay any attention to Andy, I love you
just the way you are! Most of us appreciate a little extra
to hang onto in a man, you know! Whose opinion do you care
about, mine or Andy's?" She laughed and planted a kiss on
his forehead, then a chaste peck on his lips, too.
"Besides, you are the only one who really loves my cooking;
we have to stick together against the bad guys, don't we?!
"Absolutely. Absolutely, my beauty . And thanks for the
wonderful dinner again, and ……….above all,......... for
the dessert of your kiss!!!!"
Andy laughed to himself. He was proud of Lois, happy that
Allen was so appreciative of her, and that it pleased her
to be admired by both men. "Hmmmm," he thought, "Lois is
a little enthusiastic tonight. I think she might just be
getting a little excited."
"OK you two, enough of the mutual admiration society
meeting!!" Andy laughed. "I can't wait," he thought, "to
see if she has gotten aroused by this gentle flirtation."
He knew there would be a telltale wetness ready and waiting
for him there as he trailed his hand up her thigh.
Thinking about it made his cock semi-rigid, down his thigh,
trapped by his pants. He noticed that Lois' nipples were
clearly evident, capping her trim smallish breasts, longing
to be suckled.
"Later", he thought, "But soon, I hope." Andy's tongue
flicked out over his lips in an involuntary reaction to the
sight of his wife's alluring shape.
Allen soon said his good-byes and was off down the street
whistling an aimless little tune.
Andy helped carry the dishes to the sink for Lois to do the
washing up duties. Reaching around her from both sides to
drop a plate in the water, his hands caressed her
through the silk of her blouse, squeezing and lifting them.
"Hmmmmmm." She murmured, sounding like a contented cat.
She smiled as his hands slipped down to fondle the mound at
the apex of her body. Then he was under her skirt, his
finger finding the of her pussy, probing her soft
lips.
His finger found what he was expecting, the telltale little
pool of wetness under her panties.
"I thought so, love," he laughed seductively into her ear.
"I'm off to bed, don't keep me waiting too long, now!!!"
His hands trailed across her body, exploring, touching,
lingering.
Lois hurried with her chores, then up the stairs, turning
out the lights as she went. Ducking into the bathroom,
slipped out of her blouse, slipped out of her skirt and
slip, then let her bra slide down her arms to expose the
little pink nipples, now rigid with her excitement. She
rubbed her breasts, to get rid of the feeling of the bra's
tightness, then pinched her nipples gently. Her hands
slipped her off her hips and down her legs. She
stepped out of the ring of and then rubbed a wash
cloth over her mound and her lips. She dabbed a
drop of perfume there in the light curls covering her
mound and thought of how Andy would sometimes rest his nose
just there as his tongue was happily mining the juices of
her pussy. Lois slipped her nightgown over her head.
Andy was sprawled on the bed nude in the light of one small
lamp on his side of the bed. Lois felt the disappointment
sweep over her as she realized that he had fallen asleep
already. It was getting to be a frequent thing lately.
She thought it was because of the stress of the difficult
times at the office, but she couldn't quite get the of
it out of her heart. But tonight, she really wanted him,
she admitted, and knelt by the side of the bed.
Andy was snoring deeply. Lois looked at the solid looking
cylinder that was his cock, not rigid as she wanted, but
still looking slightly firm. She toyed with it a moment,
examining the smooth head, the at the tip, her hand
finding the velvety skin of his shaft. She leaned to touch
it with her lips, moved along his length, speared her
tongue out at the bulging blunt end. She looked closely at
the tiny little "flavor buds" as she had called the
textured surface of his cockhead. Her tongue tasted him,
then slid along the length of it until her tongue found the
sac of his balls. She heard him stop his snoring a moment,
then resume. Her tongue fondled him, making his length
completely wet from balls to the tip.
She lifted his limpness, then slipped her lips around him,
swirling him around her mouth with her tongue like a
Popsicle. Around and around she moved it, guiding him with
her head and lips. She heard him groan with pleasure, then
felt his hand touch her hair, then tangle it with his
fingers, gently forcing her toward his body. She took him
deeper into the wetness of her mouth, thinking that it was
like holding him in her pussy, but with more control. Now,
she felt his nice sized cock take on more shape, rise
against the roof of her mouth. Still not rock hard, but
harder, straighter, and she could taste his juices. Lois
loved the taste of his cock, loved the taste of his cum,
his semen on her tongue, loved the way he was starting to
fill her mouth now as his cock responded to her
enthusiastic tongue.
Andy snored softly again, his hand relaxing on her head.
She felt the disappointment drift over her again. Still
his cock was a pleasure in her mouth, still gaining girth
and length in spite of her sleepy husband. She continued
sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, her head bobbing
faster and faster, her tongue flat against his length,
pulling on his cock with her lips, letting her teeth touch
his velvety skin on the out strokes, bathing the scritches
away on the way down his shaft. Her hand squeezed his
balls, and now felt them contract, ready to propel their
load of semen up his long shaft, on it's journey to her
waiting mouth and throat.
She pumped faster and faster, squeezing his nice, hefty
balls, urging him to for her, to into her throat,
fill her with his warmth. Suddenly she knew he was
cumming; thought of the warm streaming up his
cock to her. She remembered to breathe through her nose as
his hot, hot, semen smacked the back of her throat just as
she was at the bottom of her stroke, his entire six inch
shaft filling her mouth.
Lois' hand found her own mound, holding herself, feeling
her juices in the crevice that her body. Her finger
found the little nub of her clitoris and she toyed with it
as she toyed with Andy's pleasantly hot cock.
She reminded herself again to breathe through her nose to
avoid choking or gasping at this critical moment. She
wanted all of it, every drop, ----- didn't want to let
any spill. The second was warm now on her tongue,
she swallowed, letting the balm slip down her throat,
waited for more, as her lips tightened on him, pulled on
him like an oversize soda straw. A third, lighter load
creamed over the tip of his cock and she took all of it,
too, all of it; she swallowed and waited for yet another
splash. Her hand was around his shaft now, urging him to
give her more of this magical juice, the life giving syrup
of his balls. Another smaller was her reward and she
drank it down, feeling a little intoxicated with the
pleasure of it.
His snoring became heavier almost immediately after a
satisfied groan escaped his throat. His deflated cock lay
lifeless on his stomach. Lois kissed it again, then licked
around the head of it, taking one last lingering taste.
She knew there was no hope of rousing him to give her the
satisfaction she craved. She turned on her side and stared
off into the darkness, her hand buried between her legs,
warm and consoling, but lonely.
End of Chapter One
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