NEIGHBORS 4
 
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Author's Notes:  NEIGHBOR'S is second book of the Gold Club Series.  Book Two deals with
the seduction and recruitment of a respectable 40-something couple into the bisexual, anything
goes, Gold Club.  After a few short weeks of progressive debasement and debauchery, Jim and
Candice willing commit heretofore-unthinkable sexual acts. 
(MF, M+F, M+F+, Mf, MM, FF, MmF, oral, anal, exhib, interr, ws, mast, inc, preg, cons)


NEIGHBORS
By Art Martin
CHAPTER 4

WEDNESDAY - WEEK ONE



Next morning I felt like shit.  Before she left she gave me her version of what I said.  Apparently
I made some sort of comparison between her and some young girl or girls in Houston.  Whatever
I said, I said too much! She was pissed!

I had to blow off my morning run.  Instead, I just floated around the pool, waiting for the Advil
to kick in.  I was in slow motion all morning and just barely dragged myself over to the Rockford
Country Club for a business luncheon with several of my investors.  Somehow the luncheon
went well and I got the commitments I needed to proceed with the Montano Exploration deal.  I
returned home and spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone and exchanging faxes with Jeff
Montano. 

I was fairly sure that when Candice left last night that she had gone over to see Mike.  I decided
to call him and maybe find out exactly what I said about the Houston girls.  I found the main
number to the insurance company he worked for and called only to be reminded that he was out
of town for the rest of the week. 

I didn't get a damned thing done on the other deal I was actively working on.  No big deal, I had
all day tomorrow and Friday to complete my evaluation.  Candice's fury with me was of great
concern, and I decided that I would have to break it off with Gina. Too damned dangerous. 
She'd understand, I hope!  

Candice came home after work, and gave me the ice treatment.  She wouldn't let me within five
feet of her.

"Jim, just stay away from me!"

"I'm sorry about last night, Candy.  I know I shouldn't have gotten drunk.  But as you well know,
when I'm drunk I babble out a lot stuff that makes no sense whatever.  I'm sorry if I said
something stupid and hurt your feelings."

"Stupid?  You were vulgar, and compared me to those little whores you visit in Houston!"

"I can't imagine saying anything like that!"

"You were staggering around with your pecker hanging out demanding that I give you a blow
job! You said you wanted to shoot a load in my face.  You said I sucked dick better than any of
the girls in Houston!  You don't just go to titty bars for some 'clean wholesome fun' as you put it,
you visit prostitutes!  If you've been screwing around with prostitutes, I don't want you to touch
me!  I don't want some incurable disease from some dirty whore you fucked!"

I almost said in my defense that I always used a rubber, which was true, but I knew that wouldn't
go over very well.  I decided my best defense was to flat out lie.

"I don't do prostitutes!  I don't touch'em.  I don't fuck'em.  I go to a bar for a couple of hours after
business is finished, have a few beers and watch the girls dance on stage.  That's all!  Yes, I do
have fantasies about them. All men have sexual fantasies, but it's harmless."

"Well you better get used to your fantasies, because you're not getting anything from me!"  She
turned and stormed up the stairs.

"Ah, Candice!  Don't be this way," I pleaded.  "I love you!  I'm sorry for being a jerk! I was
drunk!" 

Damn!  Truth is, I got drunk because I was jealous.  Here I was, fucking my next-door neighbor's
wife and looking forward to fucking her again at the next opportunity, and I'm jealous because
he's flirting with my wife!  "Grow up Jim," I said to myself.

I went upstairs to make another effort at making amends, but the bedroom door was locked.  

"Go away, Jim!  Sleep on the couch.  Get used to it!"

I pleaded at the door for fifteen minutes or more, but was only answered with silence.  I went
downstairs and watched TV for a while.  I channel surfed until I came to a plot-less porno piece
on the Playboy channel. For the next several hours I watched fuck scene after fuck scene until I
gave in to myself, whipped it out and jacked off.  I didn't bother to get up and clean up.  I just
turned the TV off and fell asleep.



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