NEIGHBORS 13

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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 13

FRIDAY - WEEK TWO



I awoke next morning when Mike got up to get ready for work.  I didn't envy him for being a
corporate drone, doing the commute in stop and go traffic and doing the petty office politics.  I
was fortunate; I only had to do that routine for a few years in Houston before I got lucky.  

Still I envied his sexual liberation.  I still had hang ups and I knew it.  For some reason this
morning I felt ashamed of sleeping with another man and enjoying him.  I was full of mixed
emotions about it.  It was vile, degenerate and perverted; yet I truly enjoyed it.  Just a few days
ago I know I wouldn't have let Josh fuck me, and now I'm spreading my cheeks for Mike, and
wishing I had spread'em long ago.  

I reflected on my reluctance and apprehension last night before going to bed.  I knew I needed to
be completely liberated from sexual restraint.  I decided to be proactive.  I got up and joined him
in the shower.  I soaped him down and then went down on him, sucking him to a full erection. 
Once he was good and hard, I stood and begged him, "Mike, before you get dressed, come and
fuck me again."

He protested, "I'll be late for work, Jim."

"You can be quick, I just need you up my ass."

"Jim, I..."

"Say you got caught in traffic, just come fuck me.  Fuck me now, before you leave."

He grinned at me, "You fucking slut!"

"Please Mike."

"Okay slut, you asked for it!"

Not bothering to dry off, he led me back to his bed and positioned me on my hands and knees
with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed.  He greased up his pecker and my ass with
Astroglide and unlike last night, he dispensed with all preliminaries and just rammed it in. The
shock of being penetrated like that soon gave way pure enjoyment as he hammered away trying
to get his rocks off just a quickly as possible and succeeding in about five minutes of hard
fucking.  Having shot his load, he quickly pulled out, finished dressing and quickly left for work. 


That ass fucking, though short and somewhat brutal, was of great importance to me.  Before I
had passively and reluctantly allowed myself to be sodomized, this time I had asked for it.  I
wasn't coerced into sucking his cock in the shower; I went in there to suck his cock.  

No longer could I hide behind some wimpish rationalization that I had no choice.  I had a choice
and I made it.  I was a bisexual slut.  I almost looked forward to my next homosexual encounter
as much as I looked forward to my next heterosexual encounter.  Pussy would always be in the
forefront of my desires, but from now on, I would yearn for my share of hard cock too.

I went home, not bothering to find my clothes.  I fixed a pot of coffee and as I waited for it to
finish brewing, Gina came downstairs, dressed in her clothes from last night.  She looked at my
butt and saw that it was still glistening from fresh Astroglide.

"You've been butt fucking this morning," she said playfully. "I can see the lube all over your ass. 
He didn't hurt you did he?"

"No, I asked for it."

"You asked for it?"

"Yeah Baby, I asked for it.  I like it a lot. Don't you?"

"Yes I do!  You don't think it's queer?"

"I don't care.  Can I be queer if after being butt fucked I want to fuck you?"

"No, you're just becoming the switch-hitting slut you've always been, but have always denied
yourself."

I had forgotten that the maid had changed days to Friday morning and she walked into the
kitchen.  "Senior Levert! Oh, pardon! Pardon, Senior Levert!"  The brown skin of our Hispanic
maid blushed deep red, and she started to leave.

"Maria!  Maria!  Don't go! Don't go!  Please excuse my rudeness. I'm terribly sorry to have
embarrassed you so."

Maria stopped and stared at my nudity.  It was really nothing she hadn't seen before, a naked
man that is.  I franticly looked around for something to put on or cover up.  Gina burst out
laughing and Maria began snickering, then laughing.  It was my turn to blush deep red.  

I stammered, "Uh, uh, Maria, this is my neighbor, Gina Prescott."

"Neighbor?"

"Uh, yes.  She lives next door, in the Marsh house.  En casa Marsh."  I felt stupid trying to
explain myself to the maid.  "It's okay, we're friends."

"Friends?  Si!  Amiga y amante! Very good friends."

"Uh, yeah!  Excuse me for a minute, I need to go put something on."

"You no dress for me, Mr. Levert.  You handsome hombre!  Big man!  Grande! I no tell Senora
about neighbor."

"It's okay, Maria, we're all good friends."

"Friends, si!"

I excused myself and went upstairs and put on my jogging shorts and shoes, and then came back
downstairs.  Gina and Maria were talking.  Maria was nodding yes and was smiling broadly.  

"Jim, Maria has agreed to come do my house also!  It works out perfectly for her.  She'll be here
Friday mornings and then she will do my house Friday afternoon.  She's been with you how
many years? Six?"

"About that.  She also worked for the Marshes.  She's always has done a very good job for us."

"I can see that.  This'll be a great help to me.  I detest housework, and she's obviously someone to
be trusted.  Did you know that she has a daughter, about sixteen.  She's going to come cook for
us in the afternoons during the week.  Mike can't cook and neither can I.  Maria will have her
over this afternoon."

"Yeah, great!"  A cook?  She, we, I just hired a sixteen-year-old cook?  I couldn't help but
wonder what she looked like and if she put out or not.  "Are you ready to go for a run?"

"I need to go home and change.  Meet you outside in ten minutes."

It was a beautiful late summer day.  The air was dry and it wasn't too hot.  I felt good working up
a sweat, working off the soreness.  I felt truly free, having completely surrendered to my sexual
desires.  I felt a new sense of being amoral in sexual matters.  We finished our jog.  I asked her
over for coffee.  She declined saying she had promised to go shopping with a friend.  I asked if I
had met her, and she said no, but I would soon, and I would like her.  She excused herself and
went in to shower to get ready for shopping.

Even though I wanted to screw all day, it was great that I had a day free to get some work done. 
I really hadn't gotten anything done in well over a week.  That would have to change.  I had to
have more discipline than I'd shown in the last two weeks or else my business would suffer.  I
fired up my PC and checked my e-mail.  

The message I sent to Jack concerning the videos had bounced back as undeliverable for some
reason.  Great, I could take my time and see what old Jack and Silvia were up to all these years. 
I was about to pop the video I had been watching in the VCR and enjoy the show, but I had
second thoughts about that, business before pleasure.  

I looked at the morning drilling report of a well I was participating in with my investors.  At the
rate they were drilling, they should be down to total depth by the end of next week.  Damn!  It
always seems that logging jobs (where various electrical and radioactive instruments are sent
down-hole to measure various rock properties, and determine whether or not you found oil, gas,
or had a dry hole) came up during the wee hours of Saturday night or on Thanksgiving, or on my
wedding anniversary, or some other inconvenient time.  Shit!  There goes the Pineview A&M
game and a night with college-aged sluts!  

Tom Carraba wanted to know if Bob Franks and Harry DuBois had signed an agreement.  I
replied that they had signed and that the money was in the bank.  I also thanked him for setting it
all up.

After going through another dozen e-mails I set about making a preliminary screening of various
deals on the market.  I picked out several to be reviewed in detail in Houston, and went about
trying to set up appointments for two weeks from now.  I had long conversations with the
geologists and engineers who generated the various deals, trying to gain insight into each
prospect.  A couple of deals were already sold out, and I felt remorse for not acting sooner, but
there is only so much you can do with a limited pot of money and time. 

Before I knew it, it was almost time to go to the gym for a workout. My dick got hard just
thinking about it.  I flushed out my rectum and worked my ass over with a vibrator for a few
minutes to loosen up. I threw on a shirt and shoes and headed for the gym.  

Mike was into his workout so I had to wait until he was finished, so we could go over the new
workout routine.  Candice came in with Dr. Marin and his nurse/wife, Marsha.  We exchanged
pleasantries.  Dr. Marin informed me that Candice had an appointment with him earlier today
and that everything checked out just fine. 

"Jim, I glad to see you took my advice.  I understand you're going to Bob's little get together
tomorrow evening."

"Yes.  I'm looking forward to it. Are you sailing with Bob tomorrow?"

"No, but Marsha is.  Harry and I are playing golf with Bob's boys tomorrow.  You ever play
them?"

"No, never met them.  How many kids does he have?"

"They're not his kids, they're his butt boys.  Oh, he raised Carl, but he's not really his son.  Well,
when you do play them, watch out!  They're good!  Harry and I will be the ones playing with a
handicap tomorrow!"

Mike had finished up so I excused myself from the good doctor, but before I left Marsha spoke
up, "Jim, remember your appointment Wednesday, come in early and plan on staying the day."

"I just might have to go out of town on business.  If it looks like I can't make it I'll call and
reschedule."

"If you can't make it, you will be on automatic suspension as well as everyone you or your wife
has been in contact with.  I assure you, there will be lots of unhappy people if you don't make it."

"I'll do my best"

"No, you will be there.  9AM sharp!"

Damned logging job!  Shit, it will be a miracle if I'm not gone Wednesday or Saturday!   

Mike walked up shirtless, all hot and sweaty.  The sight of his magnificent body turned me on
and I hoped we'd win the coin toss again tonight.  The thought of Mike being angry because I
missed the Wednesday doctor appointment made my stomach churn.

"Hi, Doc! Hi, Jim! Hi, Candice!  Hi, good looking!  Jim, are you ready?  I need to get moving. 
The boss wants Gina and me to have dinner with him and his wife tonight, so no partying for us
tonight.  What time do we get going tomorrow?" 

"We should leave around 9AM."

"9 AM it is.  Oh, by the way, Gina hired a new cook today."

"Yeah, I know."

"Well, the girl is fixing dinner, so you and Candice are welcome to fill in for us."

"Oh, okay, sure.  That takes care of chow tonight.  What is she fixing?"

"Who knows?  Come on let's get busy.  Candice, you just do what you've been doing.  I'll come
by and check up on you."

Mike then showed me the changes he wanted me to try.  Slight changes in the angle of attack,
and very subtle modifications to my form, and the speed in which I do the exercises, plus a
couple wholly different exercises I'd never tried before.  After we'd finished, Mike left the gym
and headed home to get dressed for dinner.  

It was an awkward moment for Candice and I.  We'd both assumed that Mike would be directing
us tonight, like every other night this week and now, for the first time in over a week, we could
be alone together.  

I broke the silence.  "Babe, do you want to go home or stay here for a while?"

"What do you want to do, Jim?"

I always hated it when she did that.  It forced me to try and read her mind.  What did she want to
do?  Guess wrong and everyone winds up getting pissed off.  

"How about if we go home."  

She thought a minute.  "I want to stay for a while."

"Go to the fucking room?"

"Yes.  I've been thinking of it all day.  Ever since Doc screwed me in his office during my
break."

"I thought you had an appointment?"

"I did, an appointment to fuck.  He's a horny guy!  While he was fucking me I realized how much
I enjoy this slut thing.  You can fuck me all night, darling, but right now my pussy is itching for a
strange dick."

"I know what you mean.  I came to a decision this morning that is positively immoral.  I decided
I am going to be amoral sexually, and indulge myself without restraint. You sound as if you've
come to the same conclusion."

She said, "No matter what happens Jim, remember I love you.  We'll have lots of fun tomorrow
on the boat and we'll have fun tonight, but right now, let's go get screwed."

"Okay by me, Babe.  Let's go find us some hot meat."

We showered off and went straight way to the Fucking Room in the back of the gym.  Candice
picked out a double ottoman near the door, stripped and lewdly positioned herself, inviting all to
come fuck her.  She had crossed the line into sexual amorality, and no matter what she did from
now on it would be all right with me.  I stripped and cut in front of some guy who was about to
help himself to the offered treat.

"Hey, slut.  You want to be gang banged?  Then I'm first in line!"  

I didn't make love to her, I fucked her, fucked her like she was a slut.  Fucked her hard until she
came and then I pulled out and walked off, leaving her to the crowd.  It's just what Candice
wanted.

I looked around for someone to have sex with.  It wasn't a matter of finding someone willing,
everyone in that room was willing, it was more like selecting a morsel in a candy store.  All day
I'd wanted some dick and now I couldn't make up my mind which dick I wanted.  I saw Jamal
and Shamar over in a corner, giving it to some white guy.  I knew Shamar was too big and Jamal
wasn't that much smaller. I wanted something like Mike or myself, but around here everyone had
big dicks. Suddenly, two big powerful arms gripped me from behind.

"Nice butt you have!  Want me to fuck it?"

I didn't know who was behind me, or how big this guy was, but he had my number.
"Yeah, I want you to fuck it."

He pushed me towards a double ottoman and made me lie face down.  He spread my cheeks.

"Oooooo!  You've been a bad boy lately!  You're not used to this yet.  Are you?"

"No, just started," I replied a bit sheepishly.

"You like it don't you?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"Who did this to you?  No, let me rephrase that.  What's the biggest dick you've taken so far?"

"Jamal."

"Jamal!  You like big black dicks?"

"I like big cocks."

"Well then, let me give one.  How do you like it?  Gentle or rough?"

"Gentle please, I want to enjoy it."

"Okay, it's your call.  I'll enjoy it either way."

He smeared my anus with KY and then positioned his dick to my butt hole, and pressed.  I could
tell he was a big one.  He thrust at my anus, forcing it open.  It stretched and stretched to
accommodate the massive shaft of lust-hardened cock flesh.   

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!  Ahhhhhhh!!!"  It hurt.

He held still for a few minutes, letting me adjust.  I was panting, short of breath and he drove it
in a little deeper and stopped.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh!!!"  I cried.

Again he held still for a few minutes and the pain subsided. He drove it a little deeper and
stopped again.

Ahhh!!   Ahhh!!   It didn't hurt so bad now.

He began shallow thrusting me, gradually going deeper and deeper.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you.  I don't want to go too deep."

Jesus!  He went way past the point that Mike or Jamal could reach and still he drove in deeper
and deeper.  

"Tell me if you feel a sharp pain or anything."

I managed between gasping breaths, "No, I'm fine.  Oh, god!"

He kept going and going and finally he stopped.  His dick was far, far up my gut. 

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I whispered hoarsely.

"Fine ass you have!  A damned deep one!"

He drove in even deeper. I could feel his pubic bone pressing against my butt and I knew he was
as deep as he could get.  Jesus, he was in deep! He slowly withdrew almost to the point of
coming out and then slowly drove all the way in again.  

Someone shouted, "Hey come look at this! He's taken all of Donk's dick up his ass!"

I suddenly became a celebrity of sorts.  Through genetics I suppose, my rectum was extra long
and distance to the sigmoid bend was much longer than in most men.  It allowed me to take all
12 inches of Donk's dick.  Most men and women could only take about 8 inches.  It was
something that Donk had never experienced before.  

I had more of a problem with his 6-inch+ girth than with his foot long length.  He was slightly
bigger than Jamal in that regards and here I had taken all of him without ripping. I couldn't
stretch a millimeter more.  I knew I'd be sore tomorrow, but what the hell, I'd been sore all week
already.

Donk kept thrusting me as deep as he could.  There were inches of his dick that had never seen
inside of a fuck tunnel before.  With each deep thrust someone would say, "Gawd!  Look at
that!"  "That's unbelievable!"  "Good lord!" or "He could fuck a real donkey!"  

All I could do was grunt as he repeatedly penetrated me to his maximum.  He was well past my
prostrate and I didn't get much in the way of direct stimulation that would bring on one of those
fantastic orgasms, nonetheless I could feel the pressure from his great dick that made me long
for release.

After what seemed like an eternity, he ejaculated and then allowed his dick to soften still buried
deep in my ass.  It retreated from the depths of my rectum as the blood was released from its
erectile duties and the huge cock shrunk of it's own accord.  Still when he was completely
flaccid, he still had 5 to 6  inches of thick meat up my butt.  He withdrew the remainder and as
the head emerged from its historic trip, it came out with a loud and very audible, "pop!"

Donk rolled me over and gave me a deep French kiss.  I didn't care for that.  His dick up my ass
was one thing, but his tongue in my mouth?  I wasn't ready for that, nor have I ever enjoyed
another man kissing me like that.

"Where have you been all my life?  I've never been able to get anywhere near all my cock in
anyone before!  You're the answer to my prayers!  Damn! Why didn't you join this club years
ago?"

"I didn't know anything about this club until this week. Besides, before this week, there's no way
I would have allowed you to do that me."

"They say there's always a time and the place!  You feel okay?  I didn't rip you or anything, did
I?"  A worried expression came over his face.  "Hey!  Someone go find Doc Marin.  He was here
a little while ago."  

He spread open my ass cheeks.  "Here, let me take a look at you.  Looks okay.  Stretched out
gaping hole, but it looks normal, normal for sodomy that is."  

Donk leaned in and planted a kiss on my asshole.  "I wouldn't want anything to happen to that
beautiful ass of yours.  You are a treasure to be enjoyed over and over!"

I knew that like it or not, I was to be Donk's favorite hole to poke from now on.  I also gained a
moniker that distinguished me from all the other Jim's in the club; I was now JimButt, and the
object of fascination for every extra long cock in a club full of big cocks.

My hard dick was still freely oozing pre-cum.  Donk straddled me and took my cock up his ass,
without the benefit of any additional lubrication other than that I was providing naturally.  Donk
rode my dick, fucking it until I got the sweet release.

He helped me up and took me over to the bar.  They didn't serve alcohol but he poured me a
large glass of the gym's special vegetable juice concoction.  Donk told me that it was a male
sexual rejuvenation elixir, or at least it seemed to be.  

I was exhausted from the long, slow butt fucking and my ass was really sore.  I was ready to go
home and rest.  I walked over to Candice.  She was still screwing her brains out, but when I got
the chance, I picked her up and carried her away from her ottoman.  I had my right arm under
her butt and when I put her down, my arm was soaked in cum and as she stood there in a daze
waiting for me to dress her, I saw that cum was running down both legs in rivulets.  

"Hey Babe.  How many guys did you fuck?"

She weakly managed, "I dunno."  Then she asked, "Can I stay some more?"

"Not tonight Babe.  We need to go home."

We left her car in the office garage, as she was in no shape to drive home.  She acted sort of
drunk, but she hadn't had a drink.  She was groggy from fuck lust.  She had recovered her full
senses by the time we got home.  

"Jim, I'm famished.  Do you have something ready to eat?"

"Remember, we're supposed to eat over at the Prescott's.  Try out their new cook."

"Oh, yeah.  Give me a minute hon, I need to freshen up."  She really needed more than a quick
freshen up, and I heard the shower running upstairs.  What the hell, I needed a shower too, so I
went upstairs and joined her.  

How many hundreds of showers had we taken together over the years?  It was strange; it seemed
almost like it was the first time.  The sensation of my soapy hands gliding across her nakedness
was major turn on.  I bent her over and did her.

Thirty minutes later we were ready to go next door to eat.  No one was home.  The cook had
prepared a delicious pot roast, seasoned with hot peppers, rice and vegetable casserole.  Supper
was great!  I helped myself to two additional servings to take home for next week, and placed
the remainder in the refrigerator.

We went home and spent the remainder of the evening relaxing in the hot tub.  When I broke out
a cold bottle of champagne she asked me what the occasion was.  

"To our sexual liberation!"

She smiled, tipped her glass, "To our sexual liberation!"  

We drank to our new freedom.  We reaffirmed to each other that from now on, anything goes
sexually, and the object was pure carnal pleasure.

It had only been a week since I fled to Houston to allow her to be fucked by Mike.  Then she was
my beautiful and faithful wife, now she was a fuck-lust crazed gangbanging slut. And me?  I was
a straight arrow, unfaithful but straight, and now I am JimButt.  It was amazing how quickly and
thoroughly debased we had become.  It was obvious that it was something we had both deeply
wanted, but had ruthlessly suppressed for all these years out of deference to our perceived notion
of society's moral rectitude.  

We talked for several hours about sex and sexuality, going through three bottles of bubbly.  At
some point I sat up on the side and had her eat out my ass.  That was another first and one that
we both enjoyed.  

Reeling from the booze, we finally staggered off to bed.  Luckily I had remembered the Tylenol
before we feel asleep; otherwise the next morning would have been rough.  





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