Chapter 3
A month later, in the heat of summer, Joe and Melinda decided to have a barbecue.
They weren't friendly with too many of the neighbors, and when Melinda first suggested having the barbecue, and her black-haired husband thought it would be a good idea, they both decided it would be fun to invite Bobby and Tina.
"After all," Joe was saying, as they all sat outside sunning, and he was checking on the steaks, "it's a bore to barbecue for two. And since you are not only our closest neighbors, but also our closest neighborhood friends, we decided to invite only you two."
"Not to mention that steak prices have skyrocketed," Tina laughed.
Joe laughed with her, and Bobby and Melinda just smiled. Melinda asked if everyone was ready for another round of drinks, and she made a fresh batch of martinis.
After they had finished eating, before dessert, Joe asked both Bobby and Tina if they had ever smoked a certain kind of pot called Sensemilla. Bobby had never even heard of it, and Joe started to explain that it was some of the finest herb and it was grown in California. One joint could get ten people smashed.
"Oh, stop talking about it," Melinda said. "Just roll one."
When Joe got up to go into the living room to roll the joint, Tina said that she wanted to see what the grass looked like. So she got up and went after Joe, leaving the vivacious Melinda and Bobby sitting outside.
Melinda moved to the chair where Tina had been sitting, so that she was closer to her brown-haired neighbor, and she smiled.
"Well, Bobby, I haven't seen you around for a while," she said.
"Oh, come on, Melinda," he said. "Just the other morning when I was getting in my car to go to work, I waved to you as you were sticking your head out the front door to pick up your morning paper. You remember that."
"Very coy, Bobby," she said to him, smiling somewhat devilishly. "I'm quite sure that you know exactly what I'm talking about."
"You are?" he asked her, and she licked her lips.
"When was it last? Oh, about a month ago, I think. That night Tina came over to do some work with Joe. And you were sitting at the picture window. And I went up to my bedroom. You saw me, and I saw you."
"What about it?" he asked, and Melinda seemed to be enjoying this game that she thought he was playing, even though he did not think of it as a game.
"I was sure that you were able to read my lips, or at least I hoped that you were able to read my lips. I thought I let you know what I wanted. And yet, you haven't been back at the window since that time. Or maybe you have. Maybe we've just missed each other. Whenever I look, you're not there. And maybe whenever you look I'm not there. But I don't think that's the case."
Melinda was wearing a bikini top and a pair of jogging shorts. Her tits had been heaving up and down through most of the barbecue, because that was just the way they naturally moved when she was breathing. But now, as she was talking, and Bobby knew that her talk was headed toward something sexual, she seemed to be breathing heavier.
There were moments when her tits looked like they were going to overflow right out of her bikini top, and he liked the idea of that.
"Well, what do you think is the case?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she said to him. "I wanted to ask you that. Look, Bobby, I've been aware of you watching me every time that you have watched me, and I really got off on putting on a show for you. The last time, I got off even more because of the show that you were putting on for me. I couldn't believe how big your dick looked."
"Melinda, I don't think you should be talking like this now."
"Why not? The only reason I can think of stopping is that you're getting turned on and that bulge in your crotch is becoming much more prominent. At least it's letting me know that you're attracted to me."
"Was there ever any doubt in your mind about that?" he asked.
"A little. After all, I must have masturbated in the window a dozen times for you, before you finally did it for me. And ever since that one time when I saw your cock, you haven't been back at the window. Was it because of what I told you."
"What? I can't quite remember what you said."
"I told you that you have a big dick, and I like it. I told you that I want to suck it and feel it in my cunt. I never actually said it, but I did mouth the words and I was so sure that you read my lips."
"Don't be too sure of yourself," Bobby said, as he finished his fourth martini.
"I am. I am quite sure of myself. And I'm quite sure that you want it as much as I want it. You do love the look of my naked body. And take my word for it. It feels even better than it looks. That's a guarantee."
Bobby's dick was as hard as it could be in his own jogging shorts, and he was not too happy about that. After all, he did not want Joe and Tina to come out and see him sitting there talking to Melinda with a cock that looked like it was ready to explode.
"Look, Melinda," he said to her. "I do like you. I really do. A hell of a lot, and I'm sure you know all that. But I've a vow of chastity with my wife. We were both pretty free when we dated in college, but when we got married, we vowed that we would be faithful to each other. I have to be faithful, also."
"What makes you so sure she's being faithful?"
When Bobby heard Melinda say that, he could feel some anger rushing through his body. He could not believe what she was implying. Instead of yelling at her, he just remained rather calm about the whole thing (the martinis sure helped).
"What makes you say something like that?" he asked her.
"Well, she and Joe have been working real close with each other."
"That doesn't necessarily mean anything," Bobby let her know. "Besides, wouldn't you be upset if you found out she and Joe were doing something?"
"No," Melinda said, and she started to fill his glass again, just as Joe and Tina walked out of the house and headed toward the backyard where Bobby and Melinda were talking. Melinda just smiled at Bobby after she filled his glass.
Tina could not stop talking about the grass. She told Bobby how it was a light green color, and how it had this terrific scent to it. He suspected that she and Joe had already smoked a little bit, because they both seemed high and giddy.
Joe lit a joint, then passed it to Bobby. As he inhaled deeply, he loved the way that it tasted. He held the smoke in his lungs for as long as he possibly could, and then passed the joint to Melinda. Bobby could feel the high rushing right through him with that first toke, and he liked how he felt.
By the time they were finished smoking the joint, the four of them were all buzzed.
"Now I'm going to get the dessert," Tina said. "I made it and I have it in our refrigerator. Be back in a few seconds."
"I'll help you," Joe said, laughing. "You're probably too stoned to do it on your own."
"Well, you're just as stoned, so you probably won't be able to help much. But come on."
The two of them went stumbling along to Bobby's house, while Bobby sat outside with Melinda. She stood up then, and started to walk to her own house.
"Come on in and help me make another pitcher of martinis," she said. "I don't think the last batch came out so good, and Tina was talking about what a good one you make. So come on in and do some work."
He laughed when she spoke to him like that. He just managed to get up on his feet, because he was really high and his knees were shaky.
He walked inside of Melinda's house, then walked toward the living room where he knew the bar was. As she walked behind him, he could feel how close she was staying to him, close enough so the heat of her body seemed to be emanating outward, heating his own body up quite a bit.
He started to pour some vodka into the pitcher, not really measuring. At this point, the four of them were all so stoned that Bobby knew no one would notice how good or bad the drinks came out or even how strong this batch would be.
It was just as he was putting the bottle down, that he felt Melinda's hand moving to his crotch. She began to squeeze his hard cock bulge through his jogging shorts, and he was so shocked he almost dropped the bottle.
The main thing that he thought about had nothing to do with cheating on Tina. It had to do with the living room window, and the fact that one could look over into this living room through the picture window in his house.
And since Joe and Tina were over at his house. . .
He turned, ready to tell Melinda to move her hand away. But as he did, he looked at the window, and he had to smile.
The shade was pulled down. Melinda seemed to know that he was looking there.
"See, Bobby, I got it all ready for us. I told Joe that it keeps the heat out of the house, and it does that, too. But it also keeps anyone from looking in, and you know how easy it is to look in when the shades are up."
He nodded his head, just as she got right down on her knees. She pulled his jogging shorts right down around his ankles, then pulled his jock strap down.
Melinda looked at his hard cock as it stuck straight up in the air, and as she moved her face closer, she started to brush her cheek back and forth against the cock head. She spoke softly, letting her heated breath rush against his cock head.
"Oh, Bobby, your dick is as fantastic close-up as it is from afar. It's so big and thick, and it smells wonderful. like a real man's dick."
"Melinda, I think this is all wrong," he said to her.
"Don't think then. At least not about it being wrong. Just think about how hard you are and how only one thing can get you down. My mouth."
She pressed her tongue against the head of his cock, licking away the come from the slit. Then she started to slide her lips further down his cock shaft, taking him all the way into her mouth and throat.
He could feel the way her chin was pressing against his balls, and she was breathing even more heavily then. She moved her hand to the front of her bikini top, and yanked it right down below her large, stiff-nippled tits.
As she kept sliding her lips up and down his cock shaft, she began to flick her tongue up and down along the underside of the shaft.
He could feel the way her tongue was making perfect contact with a vein there, and when she was pressing her tongue against that vein, and it was pulsing as it filled with blood, he started to think that she knew what was happening. He started to think that she was getting off on the feeling of that throbbing vein along the underside of his cock.
He knew she was getting off on his balls. She was holding them both in one hand, occasionally wrapping her fingers around them and stretching them in the sack, and he could feel the way his whole body was pulsing with heat.
Bobby moved one of his hands to one of her tits. At first, he just pressed his palm flat against her tit, and felt her stiff nipple throbbing against his palm. Then, he started to pinch his fingers tighter around her nipple.
As he did, he could feel how it was throbbing like crazy.
"Yeah, baby, keep sucking. I'm gonna feed you a nice hot load," he began to moan to her. "I'm gonna feed you a hot fucking come load."
He could hear the way she was breathing heavier and heavier when he said that to her, and he knew that his words were turning her on more and more. He saw the way she slid her hand down into her jogging shorts, and he was sure that she was sliding her fingers into her panties and playing with herself.
His knees began to buckle as he felt his orgasm rushing upon him.
Bobby could not believe how his head began to spin as he felt her sucking the come right out of his cock. He could feel her tongue flicking back and forth against the slit of his cock, sucking the cream right out of him.
The head of his cock was always super-sensitive when he was coming, but it seemed even more so this time, because of the high, he thought. The grass was really quite fantastic, and he couldn't believe how intense his orgasm was.
As he thought about it, his cock spurted more and more cream into her mouth, and Melinda just kept right on sucking it out.
He began to lose some of his blood, and she slid her lips all the way back down to the base of his cock, and began to open and close them. She even managed to get one of his balls into her mouth, and he liked that.
Bobby knew it was one of those times where an orgasm would not bring him relief right away. It was one of those times when the orgasm was making him feel even hornier, and when his cock did not lose much more blood in her mouth, and stayed quite hard, he knew that he was still turned on.
Melinda seemed to realize that, too. She pulled her mouth back, and slid her hand from his balls to his cock. She began to stand up, and kept sliding her hand up and down his cock shaft as she did stand.
"Well, you're still hard as a rock," she told him. "And there's nothing in the world that I like more than a hard as a rock cock."
He laughed when she said that to him, not only because it sounded hot, but because he was also quite high. He even started to play her game with her a little bit, not even thinking about his wife and his neighbor, whose wife he was with at the moment.
"And what in the world do you like to do with a hard as a rock cock?"
"Suck it," she "moaned, licking her lips. "And also fuck it. I told you that I wanted to feel your cock in my mouth and my cunt."
As she said that, she started to slide her jogging shorts all the way down, and he was quite surprised to see that she didn't have anything on underneath them. She was completely naked, and she sure as hell looked good.
"You can eat me first," she said to him. "Just for a little while. Just to make me come once with your mouth. Then you can fuck the hell out of me."
When she said that, he could feel his whole body starting to surge with more and more pleasure. She began to place her hands on his shoulders, then pushed him down onto his knees in front of her.
She knew that he was real hot now, and this would be the perfect time to do all the things that she wanted to do with him. Besides, Melinda didn't think that it would ever happen again. It sure as hell had taken her this long to get him.
As she pulled his head near her cunt, he stuck his tongue out and drove it right into her pussy. He began to flick her clit back and forth as fast as he could, and she couldn't get over how hot it was.
It not only felt hot, but it also looked hot, because he was sliding his hand up and down his own cock shaft as he ate her, and he was sure as hell turning himself on more and more as each second passed by.
"Yeah, keep eating my hot pussy," she moaned. "But don't you jerk yourself off all over my new carpet. I want you to save that load for my cunt. I want to feel it shooting right into my pussy. So don't shoot it off yet."
She saw him sliding his hand down to the base of his cock, and as he began to squeeze himself, he stopped the pulsing, and stopped himself from shooting off.
"Oh, baby, that feels so nice," she moaned, as he sucked hard on her cunt.
As he was sucking, her juices were flowing right out of her cunt, landing on his tongue, then moving down his throat.
Bobby couldn't get over how good she tasted. He started to think about it for only a few seconds, because the moment he thought about Tina, he felt guilt.
So, rather than stop eating her, he just stopped thinking.
He had been thinking about how he might be getting off on this cunt a hell of a lot because it had been so long since he'd eaten any cunt other than Tina's. He remembered, from his college days, that all pussies did not taste alike.
For some reason, Melinda's seemed to taste so fucking good. So maybe it was because he hadn't eaten anyone else since Tina in years.
He could feel the way she began to thrust her cunt back and forth against his face, and it turned him on when he realized how much she was getting into it. Then he felt the way her cunt started to explode.
He felt her pulling on his hair then, and he stood up.
Melinda turned her body around to face the bar, and she slid her hand around so she could grab hold of his dick. She rubbed it up and down against her cunt lips, and then moaned for him to enter her.
Slowly, Bobby began to slide his cock into Melinda's pussy.
As he did, he could already feel the way he was throbbing, and he loved it. He could feel how tight her cunt walls were around him, and he thought about Tina again, for a few seconds. Her cunt didn't seem to be as tight as Melinda's.
It had, he thought, when he first saw her. But maybe his thick cock had stretched her out a little bit during these last few years.
He stopped thinking about it as he was all the way inside of her, grinding himself around deep inside of her hot pussy.
He slid his hand around and moved it to her clit, so he could wiggle her clit from the front and keep her even more turned on. He moved his other hand to one of her tits and began to pinch her nipple really hard.
"Oh, Bobby, I knew you would be a hot fuck," she said to him. "I knew that you would be a real hot fuck when I first saw you through your window."
He wanted to tell her the same thing, but he thought about something.
He had just been getting off on watching her. It wasn't too often that he would think about fucking her. True, when he had seen her with that dildo, he had thought about fucking her cunt. But he had never thought about how hot it would be.
And now, it sure as hell was hot. He loved the way her cunt was so wet and juicy, and he could feel her spasming around him.
He squeezed her clit, and felt it throbbing back against his fingers, almost throbbing against his squeezing. He had trouble pinching it too tight, because her clit was slippery and it kept sliding out of his grip.
But he didn't care. He knew that she was getting ready to reach her peak. He could tell by the way she was moaning, and the way her cunt was spasming super-hard around his cock shaft, and then, he couldn't hold back.
He started to ram himself in and out of her as he was filling her pussy, and he could feel the way her hot cunt just kept spasming against his throbs.
That made her feel even tighter, but he didn't care. As long as she was wet, it made no difference how tight she was, because when she was wet, she was slippery.
He drove himself deep inside of her as he was coming, and held himself in deep. He could hear the way she was panting for breath as he ground his cock in.
"Oh Bobby, this can't be a one time thing only," she moaned. "I don't care if we do run the risk of getting in trouble. I don't care. And I don't want it to just happen because we're high. I want you again."
"I don't know," he said to her. "I can't plan something like this."
"I can," she said. "I know that you have next week off, and that Tina is going to be working for Joe during the afternoons."
"How do you know that?" he asked her.
"Because Tina told me when we were in the kitchen before. I know you'll be home all alone during the afternoons, and I'm glad. Because I want you. And I know just how we're going to go about getting each other."
"How?" he asked her, but she did not answer him right away.
Instead, she pulled herself forward, so that his cock slid out of her pussy, and then she turned around and got down on her knees in front of him. She sucked her coated cream off his cock shaft, until he was clean.
Then, she stood up and started to adjust her shorts and bikini top, while he pulled his jock strap and his shorts all the way up. He finished making the martinis, and as he carried the pitcher toward the door, she held it for him.
"We're going to play voyeur and exhibition games," she said to him, just as he was stepping outside, and that was all she had to say about it.
Bobby carried the drinks out and saw that Tina and Joe were sitting back in the lounge chairs. He had no idea of how long they had been sitting out there, but neither one seemed to wonder where he and Melinda had been or even what they had been doing.