NEIGHBORS 3
 
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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 3

TUESDAY - WEEK ONE


The next day was very quiet.  I did my usual two and a half mile run and settled in for an honest
day's work.  Gina was out on a trip and out of mind for a while.  I worked through the data I'd
received the day before and started to make sense of it.  I needed to make an intelligent and
informed decision on another deal I had reviewed last week, and I didn't want it hanging over me
on Thursday.  First thing I knew and it was 5 o'clock and Candice would be home soon.  I
worked for another fifteen minutes, and then shut it down for the day. 

I went out onto the patio and fired up the grill.  As soon as Candice arrived, I would put on the
salmon steaks and zap a couple of potatoes.  Then we could lounge around and maybe I could
induce her to give me a blowjob. I fixed a scotch and water and waited.  It was almost six before
she called.

"Hi, Honey. Sorry I didn't call you earlier.  I'm at the gym."

"What are you doing there?  You never go on Tuesdays."

"Well, Mike called me just as I was leaving work.  He's got to go visit a plant tomorrow
somewhere in Arkansas.  He asked if I wanted to work with him tonight while he was available. 
Gina's out of town and he's in no rush to get home."

"You're in no rush either!  Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"I'm sorry dear.  When I got here, Mike started introducing me to a lot of his friends.  Did you
know he's a good friend of Dr. Marin?"

"Who's Dr. Marin?"

"He's my gynecologist; offices in the same building as I do.  He introduced me to a lot of people
we always see around here, no names come to mind offhand, except for Kevin Baxter."

"Kevin Baxter?  The football player?"

"Yeah, remember, he's Wendy Baxter's dad!"   

"Wendy Baxter, Ben's friend?  The one who rented a room?"

"Yeah, she's lived there for the past two years with another girl, Jenny I believe.  Anyway Dr.
Marin and Baxter played football together at State U!  Small world, isn't it?  I think Baxter must
have had a stroke or something, seems to only have partial use of one side and you can hardly
understand a word of what he is saying." 

"Yeah, well that's too bad. When are you going to be home?"

"We're just about to start my workout, so it looks like 7:30 or so."

"Seven thirty? Shit! Oh alright, I'll see you then."

I fixed another drink. By the time Candice got home I was too stewed to get it up.  I burned the
salmon and we had an awful meal.  I was in a foul mood and I had another drink.  I must have
been a real jerk, because Candice got sufficiently pissed off that she left for several hours.  I
called Mike.  After a pregnant pause, he claimed she wasn't there.  I passed out on the couch, but
I woke up when she came in.

"Where have you been?"

"Fuck you, Jim!  You're drunk and I don't have to take a bunch of shit from you!"

"All I said is 'Where have you been?'"

"None of your business, asshole!  Sleep on the couch!"  She stormed off upstairs.

"What'd I do? What'd I say?"



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