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   Subject: Corrected : My Neighbor's Sex Slave, My Wife (section 1)

   Date: Fri, 28 Jul 1995 10:17:07 UTC

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   NUMBER 2

   My Neighbor's Sex Slave, My Wife

   By Alan the Penman

   Chapter 1

   The Introduction

   For the past 18 months my wife has been ....  well how can it be said
... a slut, a whore, a sexual pet, a toy, while they all apply, the best
way to say it is that my wife has been the sexual property of my next-door
neighbor for the last 18 months.  The term "sex slave" is used a lot in
stories on the net, and, I think, means different things to different
people.  In this case the term should be taken literally.

   Shelly, my bride, my wife of 18 years, will , without hesitation, obey
my neighbor Dave.  She'll do whatever he says ....  anything, anytime,
anywhere, with whomever, however, and for as long as he tells her.

   She looks, dresses, and uses her body as Dave prescribes.  She'll drop
whatever she's doing if he calls.  She'll break any plans we may have if he
wants her somewhere at some future time.  How am I sure that she's given
herself to him so totally ?  Because she's demonstrated it to Dave and,
yes, to me, time and time again.

   I' getting ahead of myself.  Let's lay a little groundwork.  My name is
Alan, I'm 42 and a mid-level executive at a rather large mid-western
electronics company.  I'm an average looking guy, about 5'10", 200 pounds,
a little thin on top and, while not in great shape, I can walk up a flight
of stairs without wheezing.

   I guess I'm what most people would consider a "regular guy",

   with a fairly conservative, suburban, mow-the-lawn on Saturday,

   see-a-movie-on-Saturday-night life.  At one time I thought of

   myself as sexually adventurous, but in reality I consider eating

   my wife's pussy living on the edge.  In a nutshell I'm the kind

   of guy you'd probably want for a neighbor (when you read the

   rest of this story I'm 100 sure that you'd want to be my

   neighbor).

   My wife's name is Shelly, she's 40 years old, about 5'6" and

   weighs in at about 130 pounds.  Shelly is a relatively "average"

   looking woman.  She's got a pretty face although her nose is a

   little on the pointy side and she has a few wrinkles around her

   eyes ...  fairly typical on a 40 year old woman.  Her body is in

   better than average condition.  We never had kids (she couldn't)

   so she's a little firmer than most women her age.

   I won't lie to you, she doesn't have huge breasts that curve up towards
the sky ....  Shelly's a 37B and her breasts do droop just a little,
although she does have rather large nipples and areolas.

   She has a medium complexion ....  she gets a little white in the winter,
but tans nicely in the summer.  She has light brown hair that she wears in
a full style at a little more than shoulder length and she has blue eyes.
The blue eyes and brown hair make for an interesting combination that a
good many people seem tonotice.

   Prior to her current situation, Shelly was, well,

   lackluster in bed with me.  She's always been on the shy side,

   and her sexual nature wasn't any different.  Despite her quiet

   nature I had always thought that she was satisfied sexually ....

   that she came to orgasm when we made love.  I've since learned

   that she faked orgasm with me on a regular basis ...  she was a

   good actress.

   My neighbor's name is Dave.  We all live on a quiet street with little
traffic -- a nice suburban neighborhood.  Our house is on the corner and
Dave's is right next door.  Our house is a 10 year old, 2000 square foot
ranch.  Dave's is similar, except

   that he has a small in-ground pool, and a fence that encloses

   his backyard.  We don't have any neighbors to the rear -- our

   side of the street backs up to a wooded area.

   Dave is 27 years old, about 6 foot, 190 lbs.  He's sandy haired, built
fairly well, and exercises to stay in shape.  He's has a Ph.D..  in
history, and is an assistant professor at a major university -he teaches
European history.  He's an interesting and friendly guy that everyone seems
to like.

   Oh, and he has a thick nine inch cock that he uses to pound my wife
until she whimpers.

   With that as background, here's how Chapter's 2 - 5 are laid out :

   Chapter 2 - "My wife's day-to-day submission " ...  What

   happened last week ....  a typical week in our

   new lives.

   Chapter 3 - "The first 6 months" ...  back in time ...  the

   changes in Shelly, ...  what I saw and felt before

   I knew what had really happened ..  told from my

   perspective.

   Chapter 4 - "The Capture" ...  back in time , how Dave took

   total control of Shelly's life -- as told from the

   combined perspective of Dave and Shelly.

   Chapter 5 - "Summer Vacation Plans" ....  Dave's Summer plans

   for Shelly (As a college professor he has most of the summer off and has
big plans for my wife's ass.)

   Chapter 6 - "4 years later" Dave moves out of town and gives Shelly to a
friend

   Chapter 2 Part A "My wife's day-to-day submission "

   What happened last week, a typical week in our lives

   I think the best place to get this tale going is to describe

   some of the events of the past week.  In chapters 3 and 4 we'll

   go back in time 12-18 months and cover the "funny" things I saw

   happening before I found out the whole story, and we'll explore

   just how an intelligent and mature 40 year old married woman

   becomes a total whore to a 27 year old friend.

   But first .....  last week, which was fairly typical of how

   things are now.  Monday morning was typical.  The alarm went off and I
slammed the snooze button 4 times before finally dragging myself out of bed
-- it was 6:30.  As I walked into the bathroom Shelly was still in the
shower.  We have a clear glass door and I sat on the stool for a minute
watching her finish.  She lathered her nearly bare pubic mound as she does
every Monday morning and gently stroked the razor until her cunt was as
smooth as a baby's butt.

   Dave insisted that she shave smooth at lease once a week, and in between
for special occasions ....  like a gang-bang with his buddies.  She rinsed
and toweled off.  I got a little peck on the cheek and a good morning as I
passed her, taking her place

   in the warm and humid shower.  My mind began to wander a bit as

   I thought about our "situation" and all of it's ramifications

   ...  involuntarily my seven inch solder began coming to attention.  I
did my best to put the thoughts out of my mind because I knew that Dave
wouldn't let my wife fuck me again for at least a week ...  He'd probably
give me some time on her after his friends were done with her Saturday
night.

   Dressed in a crisp blue suit and yellow tie I stopped by the

   kitchen to pour a cup of coffee for the road.  Shelly hadn't

   come down yet ..  she must have been in her dressing room ( Dave

   had insisted that we remodel the spare bedroom into a giant

   closet/dressing room for Shelly ...  she now had a huge wardrobe

   and way too many shoes to fit in our small closet).  Just as I

   was about to leave for work she strolled into the kitchen to say

   good-bye and to wish me a good day.

   My cock started to harden again.  She had her pretty brown hair pulled
back into a pony tail, her make-up, as always was a little on the heavy
side, but expertly done, she wore a cute little white tennis skirt, a
halter top, pink ankle socks, and 4 inch white pumps.  She smiled nervously
...  even after a year of me knowing the score, she still gets a little
embarrassed when Dave has her dress up like this in front of me.  By now it
was about 7:30 and I had to hit the road.

   Shelly said that Dave had called her last night and told her to stop
over and wake him at 7:45 ...  and that he wanted her dressed as a slutty
"coed".

   As I pulled out of the driveway I watched my wife, dressed like an 18
year old hooker, saunter next door.  I say "saunter",

   because that's the best way to describe what her ass looks like

   as it moves from side to side perched on tall heels.  I know

   what'll happen when she gets there.  She'll go to his bedroom,

   look in and see him sleeping ....  a warm smile will come to her

   face, she'll feel her face flush and her newly shaved pussy will

   begin to instinctively lubricate.  Shelly will lick her lips

   involuntarily and go to Dave ....  she'll slowly peel back the

   covers, trying not to wake him.

   She'll kneel next to his bed

   and gently slide her warm, wet tongue up and down the flaccid

   shaft of his cock.

   He'll stir a little ...  as though in a wonderful dream.

   As his prick hardens Shelly changes her well practiced technique from
slow licking to a gently sucking.  The more aroused and harder he becomes,
the more my wife sucks.

   After a few minutes there's no question that her master is awake and
enjoying his blowjob.  He'll reach down and stroke her head ...  she's his
pet -- he knows it, and she knows it.

   If she's particularly good he may come in her mouth ...  if he becomes a
little restless with the blowjob, he'll pull her head up, look my wife in
the eye, and tell her "mount".

   "Mount" is one of many single word commands that Dave's taught her to
respond to.  He'll lay on his back, prop a pillow under his head and close
his eyes.  Without speaking she'll climb on top of him, pull the hem of her
little skirt up (revealing that she's sans panties) and lower her 40 year
old body onto his 27 year old cock.

   She'll spread her legs as far apart as she can, and slowly, very slowly,
rock back and forth on Dave.  After about 5 minutes of the slow, but steady
rocking motion my wife will be about ready to climb the wall with desire
for a hard and fast fuck, all the while staring at her lover's closed eyes,
waiting for the

   signal.

   The simple act of opening his eyes tells Shelly that the time has come.
She will untie the halter behind her neck and drop the ends uselessly at
her side.  She'll dig her heels into the bed and begin a hard, fast, and
wild fuck.

   Dave's taught her to be free with her emotions and she'll moan
....she'll begin to talk, and as she approaches orgasm, she'll get to the
point where she's virtually ready to scream.

   In a loud voice she'll ask if she can come, she'll profess her devotion
to his cock, she'll tell him she's his cunt, that's she'll do what ever he
tells her, that she only wants to please him .....  but could she please
come.

   The tempo of their coupling will increase ....  Dave's body will tense,
he'll spasm and pump my pretty slut of a wife full of his load.  When Dave
comes it's the signal to my girl that she can come as well.

   She'll bump and grind and wail until she comes is a giant wave while
siding on Dave's 9 inch pole.  They'll lay together for about 5 minutes
until they both regain some composure ...  then She'll slide down his body
and take him into her warm and wet mouth, thoroughly sucking their combined
juices from his now

   soft cock.

   Tuesday was a calm day without incident ...  it's fairly normal.  Even a
27 year old in good shape doesn't have sex everyday ....even it he can take
it as he pleases from the neighbor lady at any time, 24 hours a day, 7 days
a week.  Even though there are usually two or three days each week when
she's not performing, Shelly never knows when she'll be called, so she's
always ....and I mean ALWAYS, ready.  When she's not given specific
instructions on what to wear Shelly uses her own best judgment.

   She balances convenience, comfort, and what she knows gets Dave hot --
there are, however, a few basic rules.  With the

   exception of a few select outfits that require help in the

   cleavage department she is always without a bra.  When she's in

   one of the "cleavage required" dresses she wears a low cut push

   up "wonder bra".  It works wonders ...  my demure wife takes on a

   whole new look ...  and grabs her share of attention when she's

   out.

   Tuesday she wore a cotton dark print mini-skirt that was a few inches
above her knee.  Most of her skirts are shorter -- about mid-thigh -- but
today she needed to get groceries and run a few errands and the outfit she
wore was about as conservative as she has and can get away with around
Dave.

   In addition to the skirt she wore black thigh high stockings, the kind
that have enough elastic to hold themselves up without a garter belt, 3"
black suede heels with bows on the back, and a dark pullover.

   As is almost always the case, she was braless -- her 37B's swinging
loosely under her blouse.  The motion of her unfettered tits moving against
the fabric of her blouse helps keep her nipples hard and pointed and in an
aroused state.  As always she was nicely made up, a just a little on the
heavy side of tasteful.

   Wednesday looked like it was going to be a repeat of Tuesday

   ....  Shelly hadn't heard from him all day.  We'd just slipped

   into bed for the night when I heard footsteps downstairs.

   "Shelly ....  Shelly you little slut, get down here.", he yelled from
the living room.  Shelly immediately snapped up and out of bed ....  she
bolted into the bathroom to check her hair and make-up (yes, she's required
to wear make-up to bed !  ...

   although no lip gloss as it stains the pillows).

   Buck naked except for the little chain around her ankle with the
inscription "Dave's Whore", she slipped into a pair of pink

   pumps that were beside the bed for just such an emergency.  She

   was out of the room without looking back ...  I watched her as

   she left, her round ass sliding from side to side as she walked

   out.  She looked so good ...  I was so horny I felt like I was

   going to blow at any minute.

   I laid in bed for about 30 minutes listening to the action

   going on in my living room.  Most of what I heard was Shelly ...

   her loud moaning and begging to come, and her final scream as

   she came to a thundering orgasm.

   A few minutes later I heard the click of high heeled pumps coming up the
oak staircase ....Shelly came in the room and turned on the light so I
could see her (Dave had told her to.) .  She was sweating like a
thoroughbred after a race, her hair was limp and wet as it hung down,
virtually plastered to her ...  her body seemed almost red she was so hot
and sweaty ...  she looked exhausted ...her eyes looked tired ...  she was
just plain worn out from wild fucking.

   Just as I thought her little show was over she turned around and spread
her legs to about shoulder length and bent at the waist ..  her red ass
facing me.  As she reached back to pull the

   cheeks of her ass apart I could see the come ...  Dave's gooey

   liquid oozing out of her little asshole and down the inside of

   her thigh.

   She turned out the light, crawled into bed, gave me

   a kiss on the cheek and whispered "Dave says that if he thinks

   you've whacked off this week that you'll get no pussy for the

   rest of the month ....  night honey."

   Dave doesn't teach on Thursday afternoons, and if there isn't

   anything going on at the university he frequently takes off.  As

   a result, my wife needs to be especially careful with her

   schedule and when she leaves the house ...  Thursday afternoons

   have become a "blocked out" time for her ...  she's always

   available.

   Last Thursday was no exception.  Dave called her at

   about 9 that morning and told her he wanted her to join him and

   his little brother for lunch.  Dave's brother, Jeff, was a 18

   year old freshman at the university where his brother taught.

   Dave told Shelly that Jeff didn't "know" about her and that she should
wear a moderately conservative outfit ...  something that wouldn't give
away her status as a slut, but something that gave enough of a hint at what
was below the surface to get Jeff's

   attention, but just a little.

   She chose a knee length denim dress that buttoned from the scooped
neckline all the way down the front to the hem.  Normally when she wore the
dress she didn't wear a blouse under it, and she left a few buttons undone
at the top and several at the bottom -- the way she normally wore it she
looked a bit on the slutty side.  But for her lunch with Dave and Jeff she
was buttoned up, she wore a cream colored blouse under the dress

   (the dress was sleeveless and scoop necked ...  it was really meant to
be worn with a top.)

   She wore one of her "wonder bras" ...  it made her look a little more
top heavy, a bit more provocative.  She wore mid height, two and a half
inch pumps, sheer black stockings, and a little less makeup than usual.

   Since my wife wasn't sure what was up she gave me a call at work and
told me that she was going out and didn't know when she'd be home.  After
talking with her for a few minutes it was evident to me that she thought
that it was just going to be lunch ...  that Dave didn't intend to share
his little prize with his little brother.  She was going to play the part
of friendly neighbor who happened to run in to Dave at the restaurant.  As
it turned out ...  she couldn't have been more wrong.

   As instructed, she arrived at the restaurant about 5 minutes

   before Dave & Jeff ...  there was a 15 minute wait for a table,

   so she was in the lobby area waiting when they came in.  When

   Dave saw her he grabbed his brother and pulled him over to meet

   Shelly.  He introduced her as Mrs.  Anderson, his neighbor

   Alan's wife.

   He asked her if she was alone ....  she told him she was, and he invited
her to have lunch with them.  As far as his brother Jeff knew it was a
chance meeting ....  an innocent meeting of neighbors in a public place.

   They were seated , carried on a pleasant conversation, ordered a light
lunch and waited for it to come.  Shelly excused herself and went to the
lady's room.

   When she left, Dave asked his brother if he noticed the way she was
looking at them ....(she really wasn't doing anything funny , Shelly really
thought it was just going to be a relaxing lunch with the boys) Dave
planted the seed with Jeff .  He told his brother that Shelly was coming
onto him with her eyes, that she had the body language of a mature woman
who wanted to get laid.

   Jeff was skeptical, he told Dave that, while she was mighty fine looking
for an older woman , that he was dreaming if he thought she was coming onto
him.

   Dave accused Jeff of being blind to the signs, that she wanted it, and
in fact needed to be fucked.

   Dave bet Jeff $100 against Jeff washing his car once a week for the next
two months that he could not only get her to spread her legs for him, that
within an hour he would have this housewife acting like a whore and make
her actually ask them both if they'd take her somewhere and fuck her.

   Jeff laughed at the delusions of his brother and volunteered to wash his
car once a week all summer if he could pull thatoff !

   When Shelly returned from the lady's room she could tell

   that something was up ....  she sensed a change in the mood at the

   table.

   Dave began by talking to Shelly about her aerobics

   class ...  what she wore (spandex thong) ...  he asked her if she

   got much unwanted attention from men at the club because she

   wore such a "brief" outfit ....

   Shelly caught on quickly ...  she could tell immediately where this was
leading, and knowing what Dave wanted, she played along.  She said that no,
she didn't get any unwanted attention ...  Jeff said, "but Mrs.  Anderson,
I can't believe they wouldn't notice a woman as attractive as you in such
a, well, skimpy outfit."

   Shelly responded, " I didn't say that they didn't notice ", she smiled
that warm sexy smile, "What I said was I didn't get any unwanted
attention."

   With that Dave knew that she'd picked up on what was happening and what
he wanted her to do.  He asked her "Shelly, if you don't mind my asking,
are you suggesting that you enjoy showing off a little for the guys at the
club ?"

   She looked down into her lap for a moment, then looked up at the men and
said, "Well, yes I suppose I do like being a bit of a tease.  At my age you
begin to wonder if men still find you attractive."

   Dave smiled at her , but said in a serious tone, "Shelly, if you like
showing off so much why are you covered up so much right now?

   I think my brother and I would like you to go to the

   lady's room again, and while you're there lose the blouse and

   bra, and take of your pantyhose and stuff 'em in your purse.

   Then come back and sit with us, I'm sure that we'd enjoy our

   lunch a bit more with a better ....  view."

   Shelley's face reddened and she looked down ...  she didn't say anything
for about a minute.  The tension was thick.  She finally looked up and
said, "I'm sorry, but I can't do everything you asked".

   When Dave heard her say that, inside he became very angry and asked my
wife, in as calm a tone as possible, "and why not?"

   Shelly sheepishly replied, "because I'm not wearing

   pantyhose ...  I'm wearing stockings and a lace garter belt ...

   I'm sorry, but I don't have pantyhose to remove."

   There was a pause ...  my wife stood up ....  looked both men in the eye
and said, " I'll be right back, I need to use the lady's room" .

   As he watched Shelly walk away, Jeff could hardly contain his

   excitement.

   "Dave, did you hear that?.  Did you see that?  My god Dave, she's going
to do it, the bitch is going to do it, I can't believe it.  Damn, I thought
all those letters to Penthouse were made up ....".  He muttered again, "I
can't believe it, I can't fucking believe it, I just can't fucking believe
it.  "

   Dave, smiled to himself ....  this was going exactly as he'd hoped ....
Jeff had bought the charade lock-stock-and barrel.  Dave told Jeff to
follow his lead ...that if they played their cards right that they'd make
this 40 year old housewife their whore for the afternoon.

   Jeff joked that it'd be great to send her home to her husband with a
cunt full of hot cum ....  "her husband would blow his mind if he knew what
a hot slut his wife is".  (How little he knew ...  I know exactly what kind
of a submissive pet she is).

   At almost the same time they saw her.  She seemed to float

   across the floor towards there table.  Jeff could see in an

   instant that she'd removed the blouse and bra.  The tits that

   stood out from her chest in the "wonder" bra now sagged a bit

   and swayed beneath the top of Shelly's denim dress.

   Her face was flushed and hot.  The humiliation was a rush for her,
particularly since Jeff was oblivious to her status with Dave.  She sat
down ...  her food had been delivered in her absence and she stared blankly
at her plate.

   Dave could tell that she'd done a little more than she'd been asked. 
She couldn't help anticipating what Dave wanted ....  she's attended to him
so much that it was second nature to her.  Dave could tell that Shelly had
freshened her make-up, particularly her lips, which were a glossy, but dark
red.  Her foundation, and eye make-up was also a bit heavier ....  she
always knows how to please and excite men.

   Dave spoke first, "Mrs.  Anderson" ....  he called her Mrs.

   Anderson to heighten the naughtiness, the illegitimacy, the

   slutishness of the situation, "Am I mistaken, or have you done

   something with your make-up ?"

   Shelly replied, "well, uh, well ...  yes, I freshened my make-up."

   "Looks to me like you put it on a little thick ...  did you do that for
our benefit ?  What are you trying to do, get my dick hard.  Are you coming
on to us .....  Mrs.  Anderson, (he looked into her eyes) are you trying to
look like a slut for us ?", he said as he looked directly at her glossy red
lips.

   Shell thought for a minute ...  deciding how to respond, then simply
said, "Yes".

   "I thought so ...  let's eat our lunch ....  Dave then looked over to
Jeff and said, eat up little brother, I think that you'll need all your
strength for the afternoon."

   They laughed, except for my wife, that is.  She took him seriously.

   
