Chapter 2
That night Donna was more difficult than ever.
"You really get me angry," she told him. "I heard about what happened at the office today."
"What happened?"
"You and that blonde, good-for-nothing Betty had sex, no doubt. You both were gone a couple of hours. You came in late."
"How the fuck did you find out?"
"I have my spies," she told him.
Now he was getting angry.
"You have no right to accuse me. I haven't done anything. So don't bug me."
Donna shook her head.
"Your own conscious is bugging you. And it should."
She was looking at him indifferently. She knew very well that he was guilty. However, she was being careful not to say too much to him. For she didn't want to get him too angry.
When someone moved into the house that had been vacant next door, she kept her eyes open. She noticed there wasn't a woman. She hoped that the man was single as she thought she had every right to find out what it would be like to have some sexual hanky panky.
Fortunately, the man didn't seem to go to work every morning. So one day she decided she would get acquainted with him. Going over to his house, she introduced herself.
"I'm Donna, your next-door neighbor," she smiled as he answered the door.
"Pleased to meet you," he told her. "Come in. My name is Brad," he smiled as he extended his hand to her.
She took his hand and shook it warmly.
"Brad, it's so nice to have you next door," she told him. "I believe in being a good neighbor."
"So do I," he told her. "As a matter-of-fact, I've seen you."
"Have you really?" she smiled knowingly.
Brad nodded and assured her, "When I see a beautiful woman, my eyes always open up."
She accepted his flattery swiftly.
"That's so nice of you to say that," he told him'. "I think we could remain good neighbors if we kept our proper distance."
He was coming closer to her now and she was nervous. She looked up into Brad's blonde face and noticed the light that seemed to be blazing in his blue eyes as he looked at her.
"You know," he told her, "I'm almost sorry you are married."
"It doesn't make any difference," she told him. "You can still say you like me."
Brad laughed as he stood close to her.
"Sure, I can say I like you. But that doesn't mean I can go to bed with you. I wish that that was my honor."
Her breath was short now as her heart pounded rapidly.
"Why, Brad," Donna sighed, "I was thinking of the same thing. You're such a handsome man that I'm sure you would be a good playmate between the sheets."
Brad laughed.
"Would you like to experience sex some afternoon?"
Donna nodded eagerly.
"Yes," she told him. "My husband expects too much. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe he's right. I don't know."
Brad thought it was time to suggest a drink.
"What would you like?" he asked her. "Scotch or bourbon or Vodka?"
"I'm a Vodka girl," she grinned. "If you have some orange juice and could mix me a Screwdriver, I'd love it, Brad."
Brad wasted no time in preparing a drink for her.
As they sat on the sofa, sipping their drinks, Brad made his move. He put his arm around her and gently caressed her shoulder. She looked up at him nervously.
"Do I excite you?"
He could see that Donna was like a small girl testing her sexual appeal. He also could detect the fact that she had not played around a lot. This ignited him, too. Nodding, he assured her, "You can hold your own, honey. There aren't many men that have a chance to get acquainted with a girl like you. You're innocent."
This made her heart flutter.
"Oh, you picked up on it," she grinned. "I guess I really am innocent. My silly old husband expects me to do terrible things in bed with him. But you wouldn't demand that, would you, Brad?"
Brad shook his head.
"I promise to be a good boy if we can go to bed now."
They decided to get in bed together. And when Brad had locked the door and pulled the drapes, she joined him in his bedroom.
"I feel guilty all of the sudden," she said as she nervously scratched her neck.
"You don't have to," he told her. "There's nothing wrong with a couple getting acquainted like this. As a matter-of-fact, I think we're gonna be very good neighbors."
Brad demonstrated his willingness to play with her. He took off his coat and tossed it aside. Then he unfastened his belt and sat down in a chair, took off his shoes and socks and pulled off his pants. Now he stood there with only his shorts on. He pulled off his shorts finally and she could see the big cock swinging between his legs.
"Would you like to suck it for me?" he suggested.
That did it. She was hoping he wouldn't think of such a thing.
"You men are all alike," she told him. "Damn it!"
Not understanding exactly what she meant, Brad looked down between his legs.
"Well, what did you expect to see swinging between my legs?"
"I didn't mean your cocks are all alike," she shook her head. "I mean, your dirty desires. You expect me to put my mouth on your cock."
"I was going to do you the honor of placing my penis in your mouth. Yes. Then you could have the pleasure of sucking on it. You would also enjoy getting a good load of cum. I know plenty of women who would give anything to get a mouthful of cum."
This enraged her.
"You're talking just like he talks."
"Who is he?"
"My dirty-minded husband," she shook her head angrily. "He-likes to go down on me. He-likes to have me go down on him. It's disgusting."
"It's pleasure," Brad insisted. "It's all in the way you look at it. Apparently, someone has given you a ass steer, baby. It's an honor to give a guy a blow job. And I consider it an honor to lick a lady's pussy."
"A woman who will allow a man to go down on her pussy is not a lady," she countered quickly.
"It's not the way I see it," he told her. "I'm gonna put some honey in your pussy. I want to coat it real nice and then I'll lick you."
Nervously now, she sipped her drink. She couldn't continue undressing.
"I'll go get the honey," Brad suggested, "and when I come back I want you bare-ass naked. Do you understand, Donna?"
There was something strange and sinister about the way he said this. Donna thought she read blackmail into his tone. She tried not to think about it as he left the room and began finishing stripping.
When he came back in the room with the honey container, she was completely nude. His jaw hung slack and his eyes focused on her fur-trimmed triangle and her beautiful bosoms. He licked his lips in anticipation of the pleasure he would have with her naked body.
"Am I all right?" she asked him.
Brad nodded. Slipping his hands under her buttocks, he soon brought his tongue even with her pussy. His tongue flipped gingerly back and forth across her vagina. Finally, he stiffened and plunged into her. He used his tongue to penetrate her pussy as if it were a cock. She enjoyed this erotic arousal.
"Yes, yes," she cried anxiously, "that's how I want you to do it. Love me."
Nibbling her clit, he got her close to climax.
"Lay off," she told him. "I want you to make it last. Just slide your tongue in slow. Caress my clit."
Brad was learning something about eating pussy. He was delighted that she was cooperating and telling him what excited her. For that was the only way he could determine for sure what strokes would bring her ultimate pleasure.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "I like it when you do it that way. Yes, yes."
Passionately he continued tonguing her.
"Yes, baby, yes," he begged her, "do that."
The erotic sensations were building to a climax. He slid his hands from under her buttocks. He reached up and gripped her breasts. He played with the nipples. She thrilled to the feel of his fingers as they pinched her breasts.
"Suck me," she begged anxiously, "suck my sweet pussy."
Inserting his tongue in her vagina, he flipped it smoothly back and forth.
"Eat me," she exclaimed anxiously. "Suck me."
She was coming closer, ever closer, to the erotic fulfillment she sought.
"Now, now," she cried eagerly, "Lick it."
He sucked her hard now. She was pushing up to him. Her body was sweating as she shoved at him. His hands squeezed her breasts as she juiced in his face. He was making loud sucking sounds as he finished lapping her vagina.
His tongue went on stabbing into her. She pressed her thighs against his face as he sucked hard.
Finishing licking her, he pulled out. She was excited now.
"Brad," she exclaimed, "if my husband ever ate my box like you did, I would have enjoyed it. You really are a tremendous pussy eater."
Brad was pleased with her compliment.
"Now I want you to service me," he smiled.
After another drink, they traded positions. Brad lay on his back. With pillows under his buttocks he inserted the nozzle of the plastic honey container in his ass hole. Squeezing the honey container, he coated his ass crack with the honey.
"Now you're gonna get a chance to suck on my sweet ass," he smiled.
Slipping her hands under his buttocks, she immediately went to work. She couldn't help compare Brad's way of handling the situation with that of her husband, Clint. Clint would never think of anything as sophisticated or erotic as this.
Her tongue gently lashed at his bare bottom. He enjoyed it. She reached up to caress his balls and fumble with his penis. Finally, she figured it wouldn't hurt to stroke him. Gripping his cock, she suddenly began stroking. He really got to enjoying that.
"Ohhh, yes," he cried eagerly, "do that, baby. Keep it up."
Her hot tongue licked at his ass hole. She enjoyed the taste of the honey. Brad enjoyed it, too. Reaching down, he gripped her head.
"Suck my ass hole," he insisted. "Suck it. Suck my ass hole."
Her tongue flipped along his ass crack. He thrilled to the sensation of her stabbing it right up his rectum. Her hand gripped his cock now and she was rhythmically pulling on his penis. He couldn't help marvel at the wonderful way she had with her hands. His balls tingled as her tongue stabbed up his rectum.
"Oh, wow!" he told her. "You don't know how good that feels. Keep it up."
The keen pleasure that she felt got her going.
"Suck my ass hole," he insisted. "Suck. Come on, baby, suck out my ass."
The thrilling excitement that he knew now had him aroused all the way.
"Eat my butt," he told her. "Suck on it. That's how you do it, darling. Suck my ass hole."
She continued penetrating up his rectum until she felt he was ready to explode in her mouth. She wanted to catch his load. Withdrawing her tongue, she flipped it smoothly back and forth across his hairy, swelling balls. Finally, she licked the underside of his shaft. She flipped to the sensitive glans portion of his penis. Sliding her mouth over his cock, she began sucking rhythmically. This really got him charged up.
"Eat me," he begged her anxiously. "Suck me. Ohhh, yes, yes. I love it."
Brad has given her one of the best times she'd ever had. She recognized that her husband couldn't shoot her a load like Brad had. This bothered her. She wondered if there was something wrong with him. She knew she would have to talk to him about it as she wasn't going to be short changed sexually speaking.
Pulling her mouth off Brad's penis, she complimented him.
"You know, love," she told him, "you really gave me one hell of a good time."
"Glad to hear that," Brad assured her. "It always makes me happy when I please. After all, I aim to please."
He looked at his cock. Then he looked up at her again.
"We've got to get a lot better acquainted, honey," he told her. "There are many games you and I can play."
She nodded.
"I used to be a Puritan. I wouldn't do anything. But finally my husband, Clint, got me unwound. And I haven't been the same since."
"Are you and Clint very close?"
"Yes, I guess you might say we are," she admitted candidly. "He says he thinks the world of me. However, there are times that I doubt him. I try my best to think well of him. However, he expects plenty."
At this point Brad was enjoying himself. He liked her bosoms and he enjoyed playing with them. He liked to massage one breast while he sucked on the other. She enjoyed this erotic feeling. All at once he was straddling her. He was slipping his long, hard penis between her bosoms. She enjoyed having him make love to her like this. It was erotic and exciting.
"Yes, Brad," she whispered enticingly. "Keep doing it to me, darling. I love it."
Her hands reached out to caress his ass cheeks. He appreciated this.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her anxiously, "we're really gonna have a good time."
He was wasting nothing now. He was determined that he was going to give her every kind of erotic kick he knew how.
"Now, baby, now," he whispered. "Entertain me."
He was only too happy to see her get her kicks this way.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "You really are."
She could see that he was getting aroused in this fashion. She couldn't help but wonder if he would continue this to climax. Brad did not leave her long to wonder. For his strokes became more intense as his pleasure increased.
"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "I love it. Play with my butt. Finger me."
At this point she parted his ass cheeks gently. Slipping her hand between his ass crack, she finally fingered him. Brad enjoyed this. He was pushing forward now with hard, driving movements.
"Yes, yes," he told her. "I love that. Keep doing it."
She continued getting him excited and he loved it.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "You're playing with me while I fuck you. I'm gonna make it quick."
He didn't have long to wait. A few more thrusts in this manner and he was there.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "I'm cuming."
Hot, white cum shot from his penis tip. She loved the feeling of his sticky, white cum on her body.
"Yes, Brad, yes," she whispered as he finished unloading.
It bothered her. For she wanted to suck him off.
"Let me lick it," she told him.
Even though she didn't like remainders, she was willing to accept it this time. For she had grown crazy over sperm. And she really liked the sperm that shot from Brad's penis tip.
He smiled proudly as he guided his long, hard penis into her mouth. She let him thrust forward. She could feel it slipping down her throat.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Just like that."
He guided his cock as he deep-throat fucked her. For a moment she thought she would choke on his penis. However, she learned to accept it.
"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Just like that."
Donna was delighted to give him this kind of kick. And when he finished shooting another wad of cum, she had to admit he was the best stud she had ever sucked off.
Pulling her mouth off his penis reluctantly, she told him what she thought of him.
"You're the greatest. You really are."
He was pleased to hear her talk this way.
"Thank you, love," he told her. "I'm glad you appreciate a good man."
She smiled as she looked at him. For Brad was telling her the truth. He was a good man. It was too bad, she reasoned, that she was stuck with Clint. However, he did provide well for her. Wouldn't it be wonderful, she thought to herself, if she could enjoy what Clint could do for her and yet play around? That would be the ideal situation. But she was certain that she wouldn't have any such luck. Usually, the men she dealt with expected everything.
After another drink she got dressed. She thanked him profusely.