The Neighborhood Wife Page 6

  "Have you... " Lorelei's voice made us both turn and look at her. "Have you ever done this before? Introduced a new couple to something like this, I mean?" Lorelei asked.

  "Oh sure!" Reg replied, leaning forward against the table and threading his fingers together. "We do stuff like this all the time."

  Lorelei was certainly amped up. She was on the edge of her seat and I could tell she was breathing quickly by the way her chest was moving up and down.

  Of course Reg couldn't resist a look at those beautiful, round breasts of hers either and felt no shame about giving them a good stare.

  "So, what would you do, exactly, then?" Lorelei asked, unable to mask the slight shake in her voice.

  Reg looked at me as he answered and his smile widened. "Thought you'd never ask!" Then he looked at me archly. "You mind?" he asked.

  It was only then that I noticed that my dick was completely hard. My mind was tearing itself apart trying to decide whether I should be worried or turned on by what was about to happen. My body's reaction, on the other hand, was quite clear. It wanted to see Lorelei fuck Reg.

  The though sent a shiver rushing down my spine.

  "Jake?" Lorelei's quiet voice made me turn my head and realize that I must have been thinking about things for a long time.

  "Huh?" I asked.

  "Well? Do you?"

  "Do I? Do I what?" It was like the last five minutes hadn't happened. I was drawing a total blank.

  For a split second, Lorelei seemed peevish but then her face relaxed. "Do you mind if... if Reg tries?"

  Oh, right. That. "Uh... no. Go... go ahead." My voice faded into a whisper at the realization of what I'd done. I'd just given my blessing for Reg to try and seduce my wife in front of my very eyes.

  Reg's smile returned. "Atta boy, Jake," he said, then leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out. "Lorelei, why don't you go ahead and come over here, would you?" he asked.

  Lorelei nearly fell out of her chair trying to stand up. When she was standing, she hooked two fingers together in front of her and walked awkwardly towards Reg. She looked like a schoolgirl going to the principal's office for a punishment.

  Reg paid no attention to her shyness, just kept smiling.

  The closer she got to him, the harder my heart pounded inside my chest until I thought it was just going to jump out. Her pale skin seemed to whiten against his dark flesh and when he lifted a hand from the arm of the chair to touch hers it looked black as night.

  I shifted in my seat, an uneasy feeling tightening in my chest as I watched. Maybe I did it to get their attention, to feel included somehow but it didn't work. They seemed like they were in their own little world now and the vacuum inside had no room for me.

  Reg reached out and touched her hand softly, scooping her palm into his. He smiled up into her eyes. "Feels nice, doesn't it?"

  Lorelei replied with a nervous nod.

  "You sure feel nice. Your hand's a little sweaty, though. You nervous?"

  Lorelei bit her lip and responded with another nod.

  "Oh, don't be nervous, honey. Your husband's right there, looking right at you. And he like's seeing you like this, don't you, Jake?"

  Damn that question and damn him for making me answer it in front of her like that. I was hard as a rock, of course I liked some part of seeing her like that. More than that, I liked the possibility of her going further, of the situation turning into something really hot.

  At the same time, I had an intense fear that we would cross some sacred line that we could never go back from. It felt like if there was ever a moment to change my mind, this was it.

  "What's a matter, Jake?" Reg asked, trailing his thumb up and down the skin on the back of Lorelei's hand. "Cat got your tongue?"

  The words made my body stiffen in my seat. Where had I heard them before? I mean, I knew it was a saying and I'm sure I'd heard them a million times but this was different. They had a meaning, a weight they weren't supposed to have.

  Instead of waiting for an answer, Reg turned his attention back to Lorelei. "You all are going to feel a little weird about this at first. Happens to everyone and it's nothing to worry about. You just let us guide you through it, alright?"

  "Us?" Lorelei asked.

  Reg smiled. "Oh, sure. You can bet Mrs. Jackson will be as happy as I am to have found a nice couple to spend time with. When she gets back."

  "When... when is she getting back?" Lorelei asked.

  Reg let go of Lorelei's hand and stood up slowly. As his dark body loomed behind her she seemed to shrink in stature. Her body looked so much more delicate and fragile silhouetted against his stout frame. "Should be here tomorrow or the next day," Reg said quietly, brushing a few strands of Lorelei's off her neck.

  She tilted her head as he did. The same way she'd tilted it for me not too long ago.

  A satisfied smile flickered at the corners of Reg's mouth. "You see? No reason to dive in headfirst, is there? We can just try it and see what you think. I'll just touch her a little bit," he said, glancing at me then immediately turning his attention back to Lorelei's soft flesh. "See how you like it. See how Lorelei likes it. You two can talk about it tonight. And if you want to go on, well, I'm just two doors down!"

  He grinned and lowered his lips until they were just an inch above Lorelei's neck. A thick, dark finger grazed down her pale skin running down the length of her neck until it settled on her collarbone.

  Then, in the most magical and horrific moment I could never have conjured up in my own imagination, Reg pressed his lips against Lorelei's neck, closed his eyes, and kissed.

  The way her body rose at his touch, the way her chest swelled and her shoulders came back hardened my cock even more. It was a natural response to something new and arousing, but it was a very particular kind of delicious hell to have to watch it.

  This was my wife. We'd shared vows to be together forever and we had both intended to keep them through thick or thin. Now I was sitting in my backyard watching some dark stranger we'd only met a few days ago paw at her. And I'd given him permission to do it!

  What the fuck had I done?!?

  And yet...

  And yet, and yet, and yet...

  My arousal was unmistakable. Even through the worry and the doubt that was clouding my mind as I wondered if I'd done the right thing or not, I knew my body thought it was right.

  Which was crazy, really. Why would I feel that? It was obviously something innate. I hadn’t had any experiences in the past that might have predisposed me to this particular kink. I just found watching Lorelei with another guy really fucking hot.

  As I sat and watched, Reg let his hands glide down until they were on Lorelei’s hips, the whole time kissing her softly on the neck.

  A few times I saw her skin pimple at his touch. Her lips parted. She sucked in a quiet breath.

  I could only imagine how damp her pussy was from what he was doing.

  Then, slowly and with his mouth still on her neck, Reg turned her around until I could see both their profiles. He kissed a little higher, then a little higher still.

  His lips grazed her jaw, then her cheek, and finally touched hers.

  Her mouth opened wider.

  Reg pulled her close to his body.

  My heart pounded as I imagined him feeling the heat coming off her and her feeling his hard cock jutting against her thigh.

  I saw his pink tongue push past his lips a moment before their lips locked and he plunged it into her mouth.

  Lorelei whimpered.

  My body tightened up.

  Chapter 9

  Reg didn’t stay for dinner. When they’d finished their kiss, it was like he knew. He smiled at Lorelei, then at me, then said that he’d see us in the next few days but that he was going to go now.

  Lorelei put up a half-hearted attempt to get him to stay but he silenced her with a raised hand.

  “I think it’s best you two have some time alone,” he said with a smile. Then, like he was
acting the part of the Don Juan who disappears into the night, he was gone.

  And he was right.

  As soon as he left I practically raced over to Lorelei. My heart was still thundering in my chest and she was still standing in the same place he’d left her.

  Her body was as hot as I’d imagined it and the scent of her arousal was wafting up from in between her legs.

  I put a hand behind her head and pressed my lips against hers in a kiss, forcing my tongue into her mouth the same way Reg had. There was a need in me, a desire I’d never felt before. I needed to have Lorelei in a particular kind of way.

  It was an animal impulse, almost. Like I needed to claim her again, show the universe that it was really me that owned her and not him.

  Which is ridiculous, I guess. Nobody owned Lorelei. That’s just the way it felt.

  We kissed deeply like that for a time, my hands running up and down Lorelei’s curves, searching for ways to make her body react to mine the same way it had to his.

  When we finally came up for air, Lorelei’s hands were on my ass. Her breath was hot and heavy as she pressed her forehead against mine and closed her eyes. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said, her voice an urgent whisper.

  We ran into the house and up the stairs like two teenagers first in love. In the bedroom we tore each other’s clothes off, literally tore them off with buttons flying all over the place and fabric ripping.

  With the dusky blue light still coming through the bedroom window we tumbled into bed, Lorelei suddenly unashamed that we could see each other’s nakedness.

  She seemed just as eager as I did to consummate whatever moment we’d just shared out there. Her hand trailed down my body until she found my hard cock between her legs, then she started pulling me closer, spreading hers in a welcoming gesture.

  I crawled in between her open thighs.

  Lorelei guided the head of my cock against her wet puss. She opened her eyes and sighed as I tried to press into her. “Jake,” she whispered.

  “What?”

  “You… I forgot my… just… you can’t finish inside. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I whispered back. “Okay.” It was slightly disappointing but in the moment all I wanted was to be inside her. We could sort the rest out later.

  Lorelei let her hand fall away.

  I pressed my weight on top of her. My cock squeezed past her swollen pussy lips and slipped easily into her tight, wet cunt.

  Lorelei gasped, a breathy sound that made me harden inside her.

  My eyes raked down her body as I started thrusting in and out of her. Her nipples which, for the most part, I’d only touched before, were swollen stiff and hot. Two pretty little perfect buds of hard, pink flesh at the tips of her undulating breasts.

  I lowered my mouth to one, then looked up into her eyes.

  Lorelei was staring down at me. Her body shook under each of my heaving thrusts.

  I slammed my cock into her, burying it to the hilt inside her soft folds.

  She sucked in a breath but it wasn’t quite the reaction I’d hoped for.

  I lowered my mouth over one nipple and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue.

  Lorelei wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled me close.

  I slurped the stiff nipple into my mouth and started to suck.

  Lorelei’s body bucked beneath me. She wrapped her legs around my torso and started flexing them to the rhythm of my fucking. It might have been the first time I felt like she was actually fucking me back.

  “Oh Jake,” she moaned, her fingers crawling through my hair as I sucked her tit.

  I was so close. Suckling on her nipple and the hot juice spilling out of her and down my shaft, onto my balls, had me on the cusp of a climax.

  “Oh Jake, I’m almost there… “ she mewled.

  Why is it that a woman saying a thing like that makes me want to come? The tightness in my nuts travelled to the very tip of my cock. Her words echoed in my mind.

  You can’t finish inside.

  Fuck. Why?

  “Fuck, Lori,” I grunted above her, squeezing my eyes shut and trying not to come. “I’m almost there.”

  So, like, please hurry up?

  Lori came as if on cue. It was a sloppy, wet, explosive orgasm that made her pussy clamp down on my cock as more hot juice squirted out of her onto my nuts. She dug her nails into my scalp, her other hand tearing at the sheets.

  Her eyes were closed.

  Why were her eyes closed?

  Just as the last shudder of her climax rushed through her, that forbidden image filled my mind. The one where Reg was between her legs instead of me. The one where he was fucking his fat, hard cock into her pussy and I was just on the sidelines watching.

  I roared and yanked my cock out of her pussy, hoping it had been soon enough. Pleasure ripped through me as I grabbed my shaft and began to pump.

  Streak after streak of my cum spurted out of the head of my cock and slathered across Lorelei’s taut stomach. As each splash landed she seemed to bounce and try to stare down at the mess I was making, seemingly delighted by the lewd sight.

  I’d never bodyshot onto my wife before. The sight of the thick ropes of seed painting her made me groan again as the orgasm tightened my insides, in the best way this time.

  And then it all slipped away. The disconnected feeling slithered back into the dark recesses of my mind and I was me again. A guy that had just come all over his wife, holding his flagging dick in his hand. I looked at Lorelei.

  Strangely, she wasn’t embarrassed or shy. She had been watching me stare at my cock shooting cum onto her stomach. When our eyes met, she smiled.

  Feeling a little sheepish, I lifted one leg, then the other over her thigh and sank down onto the bed next to her.

  Lorelei pulled the sheets up and, to my surprise, didn’t even worry about the cum that was still on her stomach. It was kind of filthy, her not caring that they were going to get soiled from my mess. Filthy and hot at the same time.

  We lay there in silence for a while.

  “You’re not mad?” she asked.

  “Mad?”

  “That I kissed him?”

  I turned to smile at her. “Did I look mad when I was doing that?”

  She didn’t smile back. “You felt a little mad. It felt like you were… angry, or something, about what had happened.”

  I let out a chuckle. “That was me being really turned on.”

  “Oh,” Lorelei replied, allowing herself a smile. “Okay. That’s good to know.” She turned to look at the ceiling again.

  “Did you like it?” I asked.

  Lorelei took her time answering. When she did, she looked straight into my eyes with the most serious stare. “I did,” she whispered. “I really did. It was so… exciting kissing someone else. Not that it’s not exciting kissing you!” she added quickly.

  “Lori, it’s okay,” I said, my voice hushed. “You don’t have to… we’ve got a good thing going on. You don’t have to feel like… like you’re going to make me feel bad by being honest and saying something like that.”

  She smiled and the tension in her brow eased up in relief.

  Except that wasn’t exactly true, what I’d said. In fact there wasn’t much truth to it at all. It stung like a wasp bite thinking of her enjoying the kiss with Reg.

  Just thinking of her being in the moment and acknowledging how good it felt with him was enough to make my dick start jumping again.

  There was no way that when she was in the middle of his kiss that she thought “oh this is so exciting but Jake is exciting too!”

  Nope. She was all his in that moment.

  And that really fucking stung.

  Chapter 10

  Shanice Jackson was the most elegant woman I’d ever met. She had slender face with high cheekbones and a strong but still feminine chin that always seemed to be slightly raised.

  Breasts that weren’t too large but more than a handful, a slim waist and round hips. He
r ass was round but not fat.

  Her legs started as thick thighs, toned when she flexed them but soft when she was sitting down. They tapered into tight calves that seemed permanently flexed because of the heels she wore almost constantly.

  It wasn’t difficult to believe that she’d been a ballerina, with a figure like that, even at her age. She must have been at least forty-five.

  She arrived two days later, just like Reg had said she would. It turned out that he had mentioned us to her, mentioned our little… whatever that was that happened between him and Lorelei and her response was to immediately invite us for dinner.

  That’s how I found myself two evenings later, having imbibed enough to be tipsy but not drunk, sitting in their backyard instead of ours with a glass of wine and Lorelei by my side.

  We’d spent most of the past two days ruminating on what had happened either in the bedroom or on the couch.

  I was actually surprised by how much Lorelei wanted to talk and reflect on it. It was like she wanted to dissect it, study it, take apart every single aspect of what had happened, how it had made her feel and why. Maybe it was her way of making herself feel safe about it all.

  I had no trouble entertaining that need because the more we would talk about it, the more both of us would get riled up remembering it and that inevitably ended in sex.

  It felt like a sexual… I don’t know, revolution? Revolution’s not really the right word. It’s too violent. It was a sexual metamorphosis, I suppose, happening between the two of us.

  Lorelei became progressively less and less shy. When I tried some dirty talk in the middle of fucking her, she came nearly right away.

  I started touching places on her that I’d never touched before. Her feet, which she’d been notoriously ticklish about before. Now she wanted them touched and she would get wet as I worked the tension out of her arches and toes.

  Then she’d practically make me fuck her again and beg me to talk about Reg and what I would imagine he’d do to her.

  That part was a little hard. Not in a bad way, necessarily. Just… I don’t know, we’d never been that intimate before, sharing our deepest desires was kind of a new thing.