NEIGHBORS 6

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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 6

FRIDAY - WEEK ONE


Next morning, I was so sore I could hardly walk, sit or stand!  My hip hurt from the god damned
shot! My balls ached! My dick still hurt!  My ass was very sore! No jogging today!  Gina
bounced out bed, put her clothes on and kissed me goodbye.  About five minutes after she left, I
was completely surprised when Candice walked into the bedroom.

"What was Gina doing over here?"

My mind was in a panic.  "She's not here," I lamely answered.

"I just saw her leave wearing the same clothes she was wearing yesterday afternoon!"

Candice picked up the spent tube of KY and the vibrator off the cum-stained disheveled bed.

"You son of a bitch!"  She threw the vibrator and KY at me and stormed out of the room. 
Moments later I heard the rubber squeal as she drove away. 

No need to worrying about dinner, dancing and great sex tonight!  No need worrying about how
to explain the injuries to my poor pecker.  Oh, shit!   

I soon discovered that my most immediate problem was making it to the toilet on time before I
shit all over the house.  The anal workout left my sphincter too relaxed to hold back that load of
shit Gina was complaining about all night.  Gina was right.  Next time I'd let her give me an
enema before we started.  I wasn't so sure there would be a next time with Candice, but I was
confident Gina would be available.  

Candice!  Oh, my God! What am I going to do?  Maybe Dr. Marin was right.  Still I didn't like
the idea of some other guy between her legs, that territory was exclusively mine!  But what
choice did I have?  Lose her forever or share her?

I got a glass of Donk's vegetable juice and drank it while taking the meds prescribed by Dr.
Marin.  The juice had an odd flavor, not bad, just odd.  I was still unsure what to do about
Candice.  The office line rang.

"Jim Levert."

"Hi, Jim.  This is Tom Carraba."

"What can I do for you Tom?"

"What do you think about that Sea Coast deal I had you look at last week?"

"I'm still looking at it Tom.  I got some additional data in from them the other day, but I haven't
come to any conclusions."

"That sounds like you're negative on it."

"Not at all.  It looked promising when I first saw it last week and nothing has changed that. I just
haven't finished my evaluation."

"Well, Dan Gotter called me and wanted to know if we were in or out.  He said you should have
gotten the information you requested on Monday."

"I did get it Monday."

"It's now Friday."

"Tom, it's not that simple.  Look, I know Dan's a good buddy of yours, and I promise, I'll have an
honest, objective opinion on this deal before Monday noon. Okay?"

"Sure Jim.  Take your time and do it right. Talk you Monday."

Fuck!  I'd forgotten about the Sea Coast deal.  I had to make a decent evaluation before I
accepted the project. I couldn't just reject it out of hand either.  If the prospect drilled out as it
was supposed to, Tom would give me hell for the missed opportunity!  I cleared my mind of all
distractions and got down to work.

I was sorting out some details when the phone rang.  

"Hi, Jim! Gina.  Hope I'm not bothering you."

"You don't bother me, Babe."

"I need to leave for the airport in thirty minutes.  Could you come over for a minute?  I have
something for you."

"Uh, sure, I'll be right over in a minute or two."

Damn!  I didn't need an interruption and certainly not a distraction.  I put on some shorts and
went next door.  Gina was dressed in her stewardess uniform, navy blue skirt and jacket, white
shirt with a little red, white and blue ribbon tie, and black pumps with a 3/4 heel.

"What's up Gina?"

"You forgot something last night, Baby."

"What?"

She sat on the sofa and hiked her skirt up.  She didn't have any panties on. She lewdly spread her
legs and twiddled her twat.  "You forgot to eat me."

I didn't argue with her.  The phone began ringing, but we ignored it.  I put my face between her
legs and began kissing and licking her vulva, then I slipped my tongue along the entire length of
her moist vaginal furrow from near her anus to her clit.  I was intoxicated by her scent and
relished her flavor of her luscious cunt.  I gently sucked her swelling clit into my mouth and
massaged it with my tongue.  She came with a shudder and pushed my head away.

"Thanks, Jim.  I couldn't leave home without giving you a little present."  

Who was she kidding?  Give me a little present?  She used me and I was used willingly.  She
pulled out a pair of thong panties from her purse and slipped them on.  "Bye, Babe, I gotta go.
And remember, call Doc Marin and pick up an enema kit from him before I get back Tuesday."

I went home and tried to get back to work. It was already past eleven.  I was almost back to the
point I was at before Gina called, when Dr. Marin called.

"Jim, John Marin."

"Yes, Doctor."

"I've gotten back the results on that test we ran yesterday.  It was negative.  I wanted to give you
the results before your wife calls over here after lunch."

"Thanks doc.  Uh, Gina asked me to call you to get an enema kit."

"Sure.  Want me to send it home with Candice?"

"No, no, no!"

"I see.  Have you thought about what we spoke of yesterday?"

"Yeah, sort of.  Uh, Candice knows about me and Gina."

"I see...  This is really none my business, but things are likely to happen fast.  If you want to save
your marriage, I suggest you do as I have advised you."

"Thanks, Doc.  I'll consider it."

"Good luck, Jim.  By the way, did you fill those prescriptions?"

"Sure, why?"

"Just checking."

I hung up and tried to get back to work, but I couldn't concentrate.  Ding Dong!

I went to see who was at the door.  It was Mike!  He pushed his way in and looked around.  He
was three inches taller than me at 6'3" and his massive bulk loomed over me.

"Is Gina here?" he demanded.

"Uh, no!"

"Damn it, I missed her.  I needed to talk to her.  I tried to call her at the house before she left, but
there was no answer.

He continued, "Your wife called me just as I got to my office.  She says you've been screwing my
wife!"

I nearly peed on myself.  "Uh, uh, uh."

"Is that true?  You been fucking Gina while I was gone?"

"Uh, uh."

"You have!  Haven't you?  I can see it in your face!  Look, I don't mind if you fuck Gina, but if
you're going to be fucking my wife, I'm going to be fucking your wife!  And seeing that you've
already fucked my wife, I will fuck your wife, and I'm going to fuck her today!"

"Uh, Mike, I don't know if Candice will go for that."

"That's my problem."

"You can't rape her!"

"I wouldn't do that!  She's so pissed off at you and Gina, it won't be a problem!"

"I, I don't know."

"Here's the deal, Jim.  You can do whatever you want, whenever you want with Gina, providing
you don't hurt her in any way.  And from now on, I'll do whatever I want, whenever I want with
Candice, provided she's given consent. Another thing, I sometimes like to watch Gina getting
screwed, and you get to watch me screw Candice.  Deal?"

I was in shock.  "I, I, I don't know."

"Look, I'm going to screw her whether you want me to or not.  We're neighbors, so I just as soon
have your consent to fuck your wife.  You can fuck mine.  You're either with me on this, or
you're headed for a divorce.  I'm still going to screw her."

He had me on the logic. "Aw, fuck!  I guess you're right."

"You bet I'm right!  If you get a divorce you lose everything, your wife, your house, your money,
your business, everything.  I'm still going to fuck her today, and tomorrow and the next day. The
only questions are whether you will ever get to fuck her again, and just how poor you're going to
be."

He was right on all counts.  "Okay, okay.  It's a deal."

"Good.  Now pack up your shit and get the hell out of town for a few days."

"What?"

"You heard me.  I don't need you hanging around, fucking things up, while I'm trying to get into
her pants.  Just disappear for a few days, until I call you to come home."

"I can't just leave.  I have work to do!"

"Take it with you.  Just leave her a note and be the hell out of here this afternoon before she
comes home.  I'll handle everything here on the home front and try to save your marriage. Oh, by
they way, does she take it up the ass?"

My mind was reeling and his directness took me by surprise.  "Uh, yeah."

I packed up some clothes, my laptop, the Sea Coast deal, a stack of hundred dollar bills and
headed out the door.  I left Candice a note, saying there was an emergency and I was needed at a
drill site.  I drove around for an hour or so trying to figure out where I might go.  I decided to
take the opportunity to pick up the enema kit I would need next week, besides, there might be a
chance encounter with Candice, and maybe I could still fix everything between us without Mike
shoving his cock into her. 

I went to the building were both Candice and Dr. Marin worked and just walked around the
lobby for a while.  It was well after lunch, and I finally decided that I was wasting my time. 
Candice would be upstairs working.  I took the elevator to Dr. Marin's office and was cheerfully
greeted by his nurse.  Several women were waiting and watched me intently.

"Well hello, Mr. Levert." 

"Hello.  Marsha isn't it?"

"Yes, it is darling!"

"I stopped by to pick up something I spoke to the doctor about this morning."

"Oh, yes! An enema kit!  Here it is.  Enjoy it!"

She had surmised why I wanted it and my face flushed with embarrassment. "Uh, thanks
Marsha."

"See you in two weeks?"

"Uh, yeah!  Bye now."

I left the building and put the kit in the trunk of my car.  I headed out aimlessly again until I
decided to catch a flight to Houston.  At least I could write off the trip as a business expense
without the IRS challenging me. 

As soon as the plane left the ground it hit me.  I was leaving town so that some guy I only met
this week could fuck my wife!  Jesus!  What have I done?  I rationalized that it was to save my
marriage, but still my gut churned and churned.  

I was still sick at heart when I checked into the suite at my hotel.  I unpacked my jogging
clothes, changed, and headed to Memorial Park for a long run, sore ass or not.  I ran for three
and a half miles and returned to the hotel where I worked out in the exercise room for an hour. 
It was close to 7:30 PM as I showered.  Candice and Mike had been off for two and a half hours. 
I wondered what they were up to.  I knew, but I didn't know.  I wandered downstairs for a bite to
eat and returned to the room.  I tried to work on the Sea Coast deal, but just couldn't get into it.  I
had to get it off my mind; what I had agreed to and what was happening back home.  I turned on
the TV and spent the rest of the night watching porno movies until I fell asleep.



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