Chapter 5
Within seconds, I discovered that Karen was gone. Yet, even as relief flooded through me, I began wondering how I was going to explain taking a nap in the nude in the guest room. What about the rumpled covers and where were my shorts?
I didn't know when, but Karen had put my shorts right where I could find them. I slipped them on and staggered out into the kitchen just as Peg entered the back door.
Instead of satisfying my curiosity about my neighbor's wives, my experiences the day before with Polly and Karen had only whetted my appetite for more. That's why an unexpected visitor early the next morning was such a pleasant surprise.
Toni had already jogged by the house, giving me my first thrill of the day. An hour later, I opened the door only to find a petite brunette standing there holding a cake.
"Brenda, come on in," I said, opening the door wide.
"I thought you might like a cake to snack on during the day," she explained, placing it carefully on the counter in the kitchen.
Brenda was a quiet little woman, the very opposite of her boisterous husband. Walking virtually everywhere she went, Brenda could be seen all around the neighborhood sketching domestic scenes for her next painting.
"I have some coffee left," I said, limping toward the cupboard. "Join me."
"You sit," she insisted. "I'll get it."
I was glad to watch her small but well-proportioned body move around the kitchen. Her movements were quick, almost bird-like. She reminded me of a china doll with her porcelain skin and delicate features. Brenda was one of those women who looked as feminine in jeans as they did in a ruffled dress. At that moment, she was wearing a pink warm-up suit and tennis shoes-and she looked absolutely gorgeous.
While I was thinking about that, another thought occurred to me.
"Will you get to go back to work soon?" she asked.
Startled out of my concentration, I nodded. "Couple of weeks."
"I'll bet you'll be glad. It can be boring at home all day if you don't have anything to keep you busy," she said quietly.
"like your painting?" I asked, struggling to remember something I'd heard about Brenda. The thought nagged at me like an itch that wouldn't go away.
"That, and I keep books for my husband. He's a salesman, you know."
"There are some really good people in this neighborhood," I told her. "They've been a big help to Peg and me all through this. Surely, you have friends here in the neighborhood."
"I have a friend." She looked away from me quickly.
I nodded at her statement, but my mind was somewhere else. I'd overheard Peg and someone else talking about her. What had they said?
"Liz and I are very close," she said, her voice a little louder than before.
That triggered the memory. I'd heard Peg and one of her girlfriends talking about Liz. Even though she was married, they suspected her of having a lesbian affair with another married woman right here in the neighborhood. By the process of elimination, they deduced that it was Brenda.
"I understand she visits you a lot," I said.
"That's right," she said, her voice turning soft again. "She's smart and funny and we get along really well."
"Good. I like Liz, too. She's visited me pretty regularly since I got hurt."
"Do you sleep with her?"
The question was so out of context and so surprising coming from this tiny woman that I almost laughed. "No," I said truthfully.
She studied me carefully for a moment, disbelief showing in her dark eyes.
"Do you sleep with her?" I asked.
Her hands began to flutter nervously again, but she met my steady gaze. "Yes, I do. She does things-things that my husband won't do."
"And you were afraid she was cheating with me?"
She nodded.
"Brenda, Liz and I have done nothing but talk. I swear to you."
"She talks about you all the time when we're together," Brenda blurted, sounding like a jealous child.
"Me?"
"Sometimes, I think she fantasizes about you when we-" She stopped and swallowed hard, blinking back tears.
I kept quiet, waiting for her to continue.
"About a year ago, when Liz moved into the neighborhood, she came over to see me. Both of our husbands work long hours and we were both lonely, desperate for sexual attention. We talked about that and she said she was thinking of having an affair. God, I wanted to, but I was so afraid. Then, she suggested that if we had an affair with each other, it really wouldn't be like cheating," she explained. "I'd never been with another woman before, never even considered it, but Liz was patient and persistent."
"That's when you discovered you were bisexual," I finished.
"When she started coming over here all the time and talking about you, I just assumed you and she were having an affair."
"And that's why you came over here with the cake today, to confront me?"
She nodded.
"Liz and I are not having an affair," I assured her. "However, the thought of the two of you together really turns me on."
Brenda brightened somewhat. "She is wonderful, so loving and tender." Her eyes brightened. "She can make me cum so-" Brenda stopped as if she suddenly remembered who she was talking to.
"Go on," I said, coaxing her to continue. Underneath the counter, I was squeezing my growing cock with both hands.
Licking her lips, she crossed her legs and squirmed on the chair. "She takes her time, you know what I mean. God, she will lick me for hours."
"Lick you where?" I asked, knowing that she was as turned on as I was.
"You know, between my legs-my pussy," Brenda answered, her words coming hesitantly.
"Do you lick her?"
She nodded. "Not at first. At first, we just masturbated together."
"Did you like that?" If I could just keep her talking for a few more minutes, she would be more susceptible to what I had in mind.
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "I'd get so hot just watching her cum that I would cum, too."
"And then one day, she licked your pussy?"
Brenda shook her head. Her nipples made stiff points in her top and she had both hands between her legs. "One day, she kissed me. She played with my nipples and I was so turned on, I let her suck them. While she did that, she put her hand inside of my panties. Soon, we were naked together. She rubbed my clit and put her fingers inside of me. God, it felt so good!" Brenda hugged herself tightly and shuddered through a little memorial orgasm.
"Of course, I wanted to please her, too. So, Liz showed me how to bring her off with my fingers."
I pictured the two women, sweaty naked bodies bucking wildly against each other, fingers flying furiously.
"Brenda, this is really turning me on," I confessed. "Me, too."
"You know, if we masturbated together, you wouldn't be cheating on your husband or Liz," I suggested, fully expecting her to bolt from the room.
To my surprise, she considered it. "I don't get to talk about Liz to anyone. They just wouldn't understand."
"I understand," I told her. "Let's go in the den. I'll get a towel and we'll talk about Liz some more."
In the den, I nodded toward a leather sofa. "Take off your pants and panties and sit on this."
She stood there watching as I placed a small bottle of oil on the end table and pulled down my shorts. My dick bobbed around in front of me, sniffing for pussy, so close and yet so far away. Taking a seat across from her, I draped the towel across my thighs.
"What's the oil for?" she asked.
"Lubrication," I answered, my voice not betraying any of my nervousness. I'd never masturbated in front of anyone in my life, but this just seemed to fit right in with the turn my life had taken lately.
Pouring some of the warm oil into my palm, I massaged it into my thick shaft, biting my lip to keep from moaning. When that was glittering wetly, I spread my legs wide and smeared it onto my bloated balls. Her eyes widened when she saw me push my slippery wet finger into my ass-hole.
I pretended to concentrate on pleasing myself while Brenda removed the bottom half of her clothing. Impulsively, she removed her top, too, and sat across from me completely naked. Through half-closed eyes, I gazed at her small, perfectly-shaped breasts topped with tiny dark nipples.
"You were telling me about fingering each other," I said just to get her started.
"Yes," she said.
Her legs were parted only slightly, but she was rubbing her clit with two fingers. She tugged playfully at one of her nipples with her free hand. And she was watching me closely.
"After that day, we just couldn't seem to get enough of touching each other," she said in a soft voice. "Liz bought a vibrator and taught me how to use that. She especially liked it in her-her ass while I fingered her pussy."
The thought brought a soft grunt from me. One hand had been moving steadily up and down my greasy pole. The other hand cupped my oily balls.
"Do you like the vibrator, too?" I asked.
"Only when Liz uses it on me," she answered.
Her eyes were glazed with lust and glued to my crotch. Her legs had fallen further apart. I could see her erect clit being pinched between two fingers.
"Do you have other toys?"
She nodded and slid further down onto the cushions. Now, I could see swollen pink lips glistening with excitement. Two fingers slipped easily inside and she groaned.
"We have several dildos. One is huge, almost too big for me. The other is what Liz calls a double-headed dildo. We can both use it at the same time," she explained.
I shuddered. The hand on my dick moved faster. "We have a strap-on dildo. That's Liz's favorite."
"How does that work?" I asked, even though I knew.
"It has straps on it so I can buckle it into place, you know, between my legs." Even though her legs were wide apart now, her fingers moving in and out quickly, she laughed. "When I have it on, it looks like I have a real prick. It even has balls."
"And you fuck her with it," I whispered, squeezing my cock hard.
She nodded and shuddered through a mini-cum. "First, I make her suck it. She-likes that, too."
"Does she ever fuck you with it?"
"Sometimes."
"Do you like it?"
Brenda nodded. "I wish I had one right now. God, I could cum all over it."
"You could pretend that this is a dildo," I said, trying not to sound too eager.
Again, to my surprise, she hesitated and considered it. Her pussy was making all the decisions.
"Liz would never know," I added. "Your husband would never know."
"Okay," she whispered.
On shaking legs, I moved across to the other sofa. Brenda eased even further down on her back and spread her legs wide for me. Her chest rose and fell quickly with her ragged breathing and her woman-scent teased my nose. I knelt between her sticky-wet thighs and coaxed them even further apart with my knees. She groaned and humped upward, silently begging me to hurry. Her pussy was overflowing, the juices running down her crack, puddling in her ass-hole.
"Just pretend this is a big, fat dildo. It's here to pleasure you," I said softly as I guided the knob to her steamy snatch.
"Yes," she breathed, closing her eyes. "Use the dildo on me."
When the tip of my cock was tucked inside of her, she groaned again, louder this time. Her pussy sucked on it noisily and her natural lubrication poured.
"Do you want it all?" I asked, giving her a few more inches.
"Yes," she whispered, eyes still closed.
I knew she was pretending my dick was a dildo. Maybe she even fantasized that I was Liz, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the hot pussy taking every inch of my dick, hugging it tight.
"Do you like it fast or slow?" I asked, withdrawing until just the head remained inside.
"Slow at first," she told me.
I worked it in and out a few times, fucking her with long, slow thrusts.
"That's right," she moaned, lifting her hips to reach for more. "That's how Liz does it."
After a few minutes, she worked her body faster, her small breasts dancing with her lusty bucking.
"Liz-likes to watch me rub my clit while we fuck," she moaned.
"Rub your clit for me," I told her, keeping my voice low.
My instincts were to slam into her hard enough to make both of us grunt. I wanted to grab her sweet little ass with both hands and fuck her until neither of us could move. Sweat trickled down my back as I struggled for control.
"Oh!" Brenda gasped when her fingers covered her clit.
I continued my steady humping, watching as she pinched her clit to match the rhythm. Her natural lubrication poured out around my pistoning prick. The tiny mouth of her cunt sucked me deep. The lips clung to it reluctantly as I withdrew. And with each passing moment, she was closer and closer to orgasm.
"Yeah, fuck it. Fuck my pussy," Brenda muttered.
Her eyes were still closed, but I had a feeling she was no longer pretending my cock was just a dildo.
"Deeper," she grunted. "Shove that hot cock deeper."
That set me off. Forgetting everything except the woman writhing beneath me, I gave her everything I had. Now both of us were grunting from the exertion. Our sweaty bodies worked together like a well-oiled machine, reaching for the peak of pleasure.
Brenda was no longer rubbing her clit. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, her legs around my ass, and clung to me fiercely. I rode high on her mound, smashing her sensitive bud between us. The sofa squeaked rhythmically. Both of us were teetering on the brink of orgasm, almost past the point of no return.
"Cum on me," she squealed, suddenly. "I want to see you shoot."
Her sudden outburst surprised me. I pulled out of her with a thick, wet slurping sound and wrapped my hand around my slimy dick. Almost immediately, her gaping pussy was filled with two fingers. Her eyes were glued to the bulbous knob of my cock and she humped her hand with abandon.
"Cumming!" I grunted, hand flying up and down my pole. I squeezed my aching balls with my free hand.
The intensity of my orgasm was incredible. Babbling incoherently, I blasted hot spunk onto Brenda's writhing body.
"Oh, God, me, too," she howled. Every muscle in her body went tense. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around her busy fingers.
When I caught my breath, Brenda's moans had already turned to satisfied whimpers. She massaged my healthy load into her skin with both hands and then scooped up the excess and smeared it all over her pussy.
"Can your dildo do that?" I asked, settling back on the sofa.
She nodded. "It's only water, but Liz can make it squirt all over me. I love that."
"Hey, we never got around to talking about how you lick each other," I said.
"Next time, big boy," she whispered, giving my cock a loving squeeze. "Next time."
We were quiet for a while and then she began to get dressed. I pulled on my shorts and walked her to the door.
"Are you sure Liz won't find out about this?" Brenda asked.
"Not unless you tell her," I said with a shrug. "I certainly don't plan on telling her."
As I watched her trot down the walk and onto the street, I realized that not only was I bedding a neighbor's wife, I was bedding a neighbor's lover as well!