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 old 
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 wife 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 breast 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 breasts 
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 split 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 panties off her hips and down her legs.  She 
stepped out of the ring of panties and then rubbed a wash 
cloth over her mound and her pussy lips.   She dabbed a 
drop of perfume there in the light blond 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 hurt 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 split 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 split 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 cum for her, to cum into her throat, 
fill her with his warmth.  Suddenly she knew he was 
cumming; thought of the warm thick cum 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 split 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 spurt 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 spurt 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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