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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 1

   SUNDAY - WEEK ONE

   Satyriasis is the abnormal and uncontrollable desire by a man for sexual
intercourse.  Simply put, male nymphomania.  My own honest self-assessment
is that I meet that definition.  Seems that all I now want is sex and
afterwards more sex.  I have been stripped of my inhibitions and morality,
consenting to anything, a willing participant in degenerate acts.  My
conscience and all restraint have vaporized.  I have become a thoroughly
debased man, a slut, sexually using and being used by all comers.  I can't
believe the things I've willingly done.  I should feel guilty, particularly
about this weekend, but I'm not.  It's been great fun, and how I love it!
Still it gnaws at me.  How could this have happened?  How could I have
encouraged it?  How can I enjoy it so much?  I wasn't always like this.  I
am a respectable businessman with a wife and three kids.  I was an Elder of
our church.

   My darling wife is as debased as I am, and I made it so.  She's sitting
next to me holding my hand as we barrel down the interstate returning home
to Rockford on a Sunday evening after my first home game weekend at State U
in many years.  She's a beautiful woman with her shoulder length blonde
hair and the body of a twenty year old.  I'm a lucky man to have her, even
though we haven't had sex together in what seems like weeks.  Perhaps I can
sleep with her tonight, but then again I may lose her in a coin toss for
sex partners.  And if I lose her for the night, so what?  Either way she'll
get a good fucking and so will I.  Maybe we can be together tomorrow night,
or the next.  Hell, maybe I should just pull off into the next rest area
and pop her now.  Jesus!  How could I have allowed this to happen?

   We're so different now than we were just three weeks ago, or perhaps we
were always this way and just couldn't admit it to ourselves; much less
admit it to each other.  Three weeks ago I would have bristled if another
man merely touched her, today I would thoroughly enjoy watch him fuck her.
I started thinking back to how it began but she distracted me as her hand
slid under the elastic band of my borrowed gym shorts and around my quickly
hardening male flesh.

   "Oh baby, you do know what I like," I growled.

   "I like it too.  I need you, Jim."

   Next thing I knew the gym shorts were down around my knees and her head
was bobbing up and down with a wet, sucking sound as she went down on my
blood-swollen cock.  There was no need to pull over, I could just sit back
and enjoy.

   "That's it slut, suck it!  Suck it good!  God damn Baby, you're a good
cock sucker!" I still haven't got used to 'slut' as a term of endearment,
but the label certainly fits her perfectly now.

   ********

   About a year and a half ago, during my youngest daughter's junior year
in high school, Candice and I decided to travel once Sandra started college
at State U.  Neither one of us really needed to work for a living, but the
work ethic was strongly ingrained in both of us.  We were both in our early
forties, physically fit but showing a few signs of wear and tear.  Candice
convinced me that a little cosmetic surgery would take years off our
appearance.  Candice was always a good-looking babe, even at 42, but after
a nip and a tuck here and there and six weeks of recovery, she was once
again the stunning blonde that I married twenty-three years earlier.

   If it was up to me, I wouldn't have bothered, but how could I refuse
her? I agreed to liposuction to reduce the stubborn paunch I had developed
over the last few years that no amount of crunches and jogging seemed able
to reduce.  Using Rogaine and adding brown hair dye to cover the increasing
gray, completed the transformation.  I must admit I hadn't looked as good
since I was in my early thirties.

   Our kids were delighted that Mom and Dad looked so good, not at all what
a mom and dad of twenty something kids should look like.  Needless to say,
there was considerable teasing of the old folks, all taken in stride.  But
the best thing was that the old saying was true, "look young, feel young".
We felt great, especially about ourselves.

   Sandra was the last of our children to live at home, and once she
graduated from Rockford High School, we moved her out of the house and into
the 'girls' condo near State U.  She was as eager to join her siblings at
State U as we were in getting her out of the house.  The move was completed
three days after her high school graduation.

   Free at last of kids, Candice and I went up to Alberta for two weeks,
enjoying the mountains, fly fishing, golfing, hiking, and just plain old
sight seeing.  We had a great time, and looked forward to another trip to
California later that summer, maybe a trip to the Smokies in the fall and
to the sailing trip we planned for January with our good friends and
neighbors, Jack and Silvia Marsh.

   We felt a great personal loss when we returned from Canada, learning
that Jack had lost his job during a corporate merger.  Jack and Silvia had
been our next-door neighbors for the past fifteen years and our kids grew
up together.  Toby, Jeremy, and Brenda were like my own kids, and they
wandered in and out as freely as my own kids.  Likewise, my kids wandered
freely in and out of the Marsh home.  They all hung out together and
generally stayed close to home.  Good kids, never any trouble.  Candice and
Silvia were like sisters.  Jack and I were best friends.  The Marsh family
was practically an extension of the Levert family.  The impending loss of
these good friends put a damper on any further travel that summer, as the
time was better spent with Jack and Silvia.

   For each of the past six years, the Levert or Marsh family graduated one
kid from Rockford High School and sent them on to State U, sometimes on a
scholarship, other times just barely meeting minimum standards for
admission.  First to go was Toby Marsh, then Sara Levert, then Jeremy
Marsh, then Ben Levert, then Brenda Marsh, and finally Sandra Marsh.

   The year before Toby started his freshman year at State U, Jack and I
bought a four-plex condo, with two three-bedroom units and two two-bedroom
units.  One unit was for the boys, one was for the girls, and we rented out
the other two.  The place was really nice with a large common party room
and a patio with a hot tub in back.  For the first time, the three bedroom
condos are filled with only Leverts and Marshes.  Toby was still struggling
to finish his bachelor degree; Sara had graduated, but was now working on a
Master's; Jeremy was in his senior year; Ben was a junior; Brenda was a
sophomore; and Sandra would be a freshman.

   Over the past six years, roommates and renters had mostly paid for the
place and it had appreciated in value.  It had been a great investment, and
after Sandra graduates and moves on, we should be able to recoup all of the
housing costs for six kids in college, and turn a handsome profit to boot.
Sara runs a tight household, and at least when Candice and I visit, the
entire place is neat and clean, not at all like the pigsty the boys keep
their private quarters.  The boys were lucky.  The other apartments were
rented by several girls, and except for the fact that their sisters also
lived there, it was a playboy's paradise.

   About six weeks after he was unceremoniously shown the door with a
pathetic severance package, Jack had an offer that was too good to pass up.
Unfortunately, he would have to relocate to Chicago.  They placed their
house on the market and almost immediately they got an offer that was at
their asking price.  The house was sold.  Silvia packed up the house and
its memories and joined Jack in Chicago.

   The new owners, Mike and Gina Prescott moved in a few weeks later after
painting and changing the carpet and wallpaper.  Candice invited the new
neighbors over for a Sunday afternoon get together and cookout.  It was
still late summer and Candice encouraged them to dress casually and bring
their swimsuits.

   I really didn't know what to expect.  I'm a consulting geologist, and I
work from an office at home.  About once a month I travel to Houston to
review oil and gas well drilling deals for my clients, and the week they
moved in I was out of town.

   I was out on the patio, firing up the grill to cook steaks, when Mike
and Gina arrived.  It was early September and it was still hot.  I had been
swimming earlier and was shirtless, wearing only my swim trunks.  Candice
was sunning herself in a blue string bikini, and when the doorbell rang,
she wrapped herself in a matching sarong to greet our guests.  Candice
showed them to he patio.

   "Jim, these are our new neighbors, Mike and Gina Prescott."

   I was surprised.  For some reason I was expecting a middle-aged couple.
Gina was gorgeous, about 5'7", a stacked blue-eyed blonde bombshell and at
28, only a few years older than my oldest daughter.  Mike was huge without
an ounce of fat.  He was three inches taller than me at 6'3" and was muscle
bound, easily outweighing me by 60 pounds or more.

   "Hi, Mike!  I'm Jim Levert.  Pleasure to have you as our neighbors."

   As we shook hands, I was fairly certain he could have crushed my hand if
he wanted to.

   "Nice to meet you, Jim.  Thanks for having us over.  We really need the
break.  This moving crap is a real pain in the ass!  It's been nothing but
chaos for weeks."

   "I know what you mean.  It's been a long time since we last moved and
it's going to be a long time before we move out.  We helped Silvia Marsh
pack up.  I couldn't believe all the junk they had accumulated over the
last fifteen years.  Of course all of it is precious, and had to be
preserved.  Filled two moving vans.  I know we have just as much junk, and
if we had to move, I would hope we could part with some of it."

   "You knew the Marsh's well?"

   "Oh, yeah.  They were like family.  We're going to miss them."

   I was about to babble on about my old friends in my effort not to stare
a Gina.  I was risking being rude, but she saved me.

   Gina broke in, "I'm Gina.  Nice to meet you Jim."

   "The pleasure is all mine," I honestly replied.  Damn she was a
good-looking girl!  I wanted to see a little more skin so I suggested, "Why
don't ya'll get comfortable, while I get us some drinks.  Either that, or
I'll have to go put a shirt on.  Beer or wine, Gina?"

   "I'll have white wine if you have it," she answered.

   "How about you Mike?"

   "Beer's fine."

   "Domestic or Mexican?"

   "Mexican."

   As I returned with the drinks, I was pleased to see Gina stripping down
to her bikini.  It was solid yellow and contrasted nicely with her tanned
skin.  The cut was a little risqu, with a Brazilian bottom that exposed
half her ass cheeks.  The top appeared to be one size too small for her 42D
tits that positively bulged out of the tiny triangles of cloth that barely
covered half of her breasts.  She wore a wedding ring, diamond earrings,
toe rings, and a diamond-encrusted belly ring.  She also wore a gold ankle
bracelet.

   Mike pealed out of his State U t-shirt and dropped his cargo shorts.  He
too wore a skimpy bikini bottom.  He was clearly a serious body builder,
and had a magnificent body right out of some muscle magazine.  He had a
"barbed wire" tattoo around his massive right bicep and he wore a heavy
gold chain around his neck and a gold ankle bracelet like the one Gina
wore. I couldn't help but notice that Candice was ogling Mike as much as I
was ogling Gina.

   As we sat around the patio table drinking our beer and/or wine,
chatting, and mutually checking out the displayed flesh, we got to know a
little about each other.  Mike had played football for my alma mater, State
U, where I played baseball, so we instantly had lots in common.  He
graduated eleven years ago, which made him about 33, with a degree in
mechanical engineering.  He worked for an insurance company, headquartered
here in Rockford.  He analyzed the physical plants of businesses to
minimize insurable losses, and as such he traveled quite a bit.

   Gina revealed that she was five years younger than Mike, which made her
28, only six years older than Sara.  A flight attendant for Titan Air, she
was still very low on the seniority list, and just squeaked by the last
round of layoffs.  She would usually be gone for several days at a time,
then have several days off.

   We shared our basic information, that Candice was a pediatric nurse and
worked 9 to 5 for a local medical group.  I tried to explain what I did,
but I quickly lost them in an esoteric discussion of oil and gas
exploration, and how I evaluate drilling deals.

   "Damn," Mike exclaimed, "you're lucky!  I sure wish I worked out of the
house.  The drive into downtown is a killer at rush hour!"

   "Well, it has its good and bad," I waxed philosophically.  "The good is
I don't screw with traffic jams every day, so that saves me over an hour a
day.  The bad is that most days, I don't see anyone.  No co-workers to
bounce ideas off of, and no cute secretaries to flirt with.  The only time
I see anyone is when I meet with my investors on the golf course, or when I
go to Houston to try and find a good drilling deal."

   "Well maybe we could have coffee together some mornings when I'm home,"
offered Gina.

   "Sure, I'd like that.  Just give me a call or stop over anytime." I
glanced at Candice.  She just smiled sweetly at me, but I knew that look. I
hastily added, "But most mornings, after my run, I buckle down and get to
work and only come up for air when Candice gets home."

   Gina's eyes brightened and she gushed, "Oh, you run in the mornings? 
Could I join you?  I hate running alone, I'm always afraid somebody might
rape me or something!"

   "Uh, sure.  I usually go around 7, and I run two and a half miles."

   "Oh, that'd be perfect!"

   Mike shook his head with feigned jealously.  "I have to do my run at
lunch every day.  How about you Candy, do you run?"

   "No, I restrict myself to a three day a week workout at the gym, after
work."

   "Oh, what gym do you go to?"

   "It's right across the street from where I work.  The Rockford Athletic
Club."

   "Donk Rider's gym?"

   "Yeah!"

   "We're members there too!  The gym's right on my way to work.  I work
out every day before I come home from about 5:30 to 7:00.  You know, I
thought I've seen you two before, and that's where!"

   "Yeah, come to think of it, I've seen you there," I added.

   After diner, Mike and I continued our discussion of sports and the
outlook for State U's football season.  We decided to play a round of golf
next weekend at the Rockford Country Club.  He wasn't a member, and had
been shopping around for a membership, but so far, he hadn't had any luck
breaking into that closed group.  I offered that Jack Marsh was a member,
and needed to unload that albatross now that he was living in Chicago.  I
gave him Jack's number, figuring that they would work it out.

   The rest of the afternoon, we just lounged around in the pool, keeping
cool.  I couldn't help but notice that Mike was flirting with Candice. 
Candice blushed on more than one occasion, but was obviously enjoying the
attentions of her hunk neighbor.

   Meanwhile, I had to fight from getting an obvious hard on from just
watching Gina giggle around in that skimpy bikini.  E Damn!  She's some
sexy girl.  I was keenly aware that her husband could crush me like an
insect, so I tried to play it safe, but I couldn't help but flirt a little
with Gina.  Her sly smile melted me.

   All in all it was a fun afternoon, and we were sorry to see them go home
that evening.  Over a light dinner, Candice and I discussed our new
neighbors, and we both expressed our wish that we become good friends. 
They were a fun couple and Mike and I shared many interests.  We didn't
discuss our sexual attractions.  Best that some things are left unsaid.

   Now I must confess I have not always been 100% faithful during our
twenty-three years marriage, but I was always discrete.  My only long-term
affair ended three years ago.  A friend introduced us at a sports bar.  The
game I was there to watch was boring, or at least Darla was much more
interesting than the game.  One thing led to another and we wound up at her
apartment.  Neither of us wasted any time getting what we wanted.

   Sex with Darla was great, and we saw each other often over the next
several months.  She introduced me to anal sex, and I quickly became a
confirmed butt man.  She was off work on Sundays and Mondays, and every
Monday while Candice was at work, I'd play hooky and spend all day fucking
Darla.  The affair ended when Darla's company transferred her to Miami.

   During that affair, my sex life with Candice was great.  My testosterone
levels must have been elevated, because I would vigorously make love to
Candice night after night.  She loved my sexual energy, and was receptive
when I introduced Candice to anal sex.  Once I had her broken in, Candice
loved butt fucking.  It's amazing, for the first twenty years of marriage,
I was afraid to touch her anus for fear she would reject me and think of me
as some sort of dirty deviant.  As I think of it now I become a little sick
to my stomach, such wasted opportunities!

   For the past three years I have confined my extramarital activities to
my trips to Houston.  After spending a couple of days reviewing drilling
deals, I'd stay over an extra day.  I always stayed in a two-room suite at
the same hotel on the west side of town.  Not far from the hotel are
several titty bars where for twenty bucks a young girl will give you a lap
dance.  Most will let you feel them up if the cops aren't around.  After
sampling up to half dozen girls or so, I'd buy one for the rest of the
night, take her back to the hotel and fuck her six-ways-to-Tuesday until
dawn.  After sleeping for a few hours, I'd wake up, fuck her again, and
then check out for 1 PM.  Then after dropping her off wherever she needed
to go, I'd head home to Rockford.  I would always be invigorated after a
trip, and when I returned, for several days I'd make passionate love to
Candice, before falling back into a pattern of making love only two or
three times a week.

   Now with Gina fresh on my mind, I was horny as hell and gave it to
Candice like I'd just returned from Houston.  As we lay in bed, exhausted
from love making, Candice put two and two together.

   "You son of a bitch!"

   "What?  What'd I do?"

   "You know perfectly well!"

   I didn't have a clue as to what she was getting at.  My mind raced
around in futile circles trying to figure out what I did wrong.  What did I
say?

   "She really turns you on, doesn't she?"

   "Who?  What are you talking about?"

   "Gina!  You're hot for her, aren't you?"

   "What are you talking about?"

   "We only make love like that after you come home from Houston.  Don't
get me wrong.  I love it.  I wish you were always as passionate.  And if
just seeing Gina bursting out of her swimsuit turns you on so much, what
are you doing in Houston?  You always go to some sleazy titty bar?"

   Busted!  I couldn't believe it.  The uncanny senses of a woman!  No
sense lying, but also no sense in telling the whole truth.

   "Baby, you're right.  I did enjoy getting an eyeful of Gina's tits, and
yes I do occasionally go to a titty bar in Houston, but it's not a sleazy
titty bar!"

   "You son of bitch!  I knew something was up." She paused for a moment.
"Listen babe, if that's what it takes to fire up your hormones, then it's
okay with me, because I like it when you come home.  But, it's strictly
lookie, lookie, no touchie!  Understand?"

   "Hey babe, I love you.  It's all clean, innocent fun.  I wouldn't do
anything to jeopardize our marriage."

   "Innocent?  I'm not so sure about that." Then she looked me in the eye
and asked, "You want to get Gina in bed with you?"

   "Wait a minute!  Where are you coming up with this?"

   "You said you enjoyed getting an eyeful of her tits.  I just want to
know if you want to get something more!  I saw you two flirting."

   "Hold on, Candice!  You and Mike were flirting too, and not very
discretely.  Now I know what this is all about.  Could it be that you want
to get in bed with Mike!"

   "Jim!  Don't you try to put your motives onto me!"

   "My motives?  This is your logic, Candice, not mine!  So how about it?
I've been honest with you, now be honest with me."

   "Well...  I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about what it would be
like.  Jim, you have a great body, muscular, no flab, and are well hung.  I
love you dearly.  But it was like having Tarzan in our pool.  Jesus, he has
muscles on top of muscles, and did you see the bulge in his crotch?  Every
girl fantasizes about being taken by someone like that!"

   "Well, he was flagrant about showing off all parts of his body.  I guess
you liked that little bikini bottom he was wearing."

   "Yeah!  He was very sexy.  You need to wear something like that Jim. 
Show off your stuff!"

   "Remember, you bought me one of those a couple of years ago, and I felt
silly in it."

   "You also had gray hair and a slight beer belly.  Belly's gone, Jim. 
And your hair looks great.  A baggy swim suit just doesn't do you justice
dear."

   She got out of bed, and started rummaging through a drawer.  "Here it
is! Try it on!"

   "Aw, shit!" Under my breath I cursed myself.  Why did I have to remind
her of that thing?

   "Oh come on Jim, try it on!"

   "Okay, okay." I got out of bed and tried on the tight fitting black
briefs.  They weren't as skimpy as what Mike was wearing.  Still I felt
very self-conscious as Candice checked me over, expecting her to burst out
laughing.

   "You look great!  Go look in the mirror...  Ooooh!  See how it
emphasizes your buttocks and genitals?  You know, you're just as well
endowed as Mike is!"

   "I feel like some sort of sex object!"

   "Why not.  What do you prefer, seeing a girl in a bikini or in a baggy
sack of some sort?"

   "Bikini."

   "That's right, and girls like to see sexy men."

   "Okay, I'll wear this for you.  If you want, I can pull it down just a
little and let my dong hang out!"

   "That's alright honey.  When I want it, I'll just pull them down and
off! Like this!"

   She pulled the briefs down while sinking to her knees.  Immediately she
began sucking on my dick, bringing me to erection quickly.  Damn it felt
good!

   "Okay baby.  You started this.  How do you want it?  In the snatch or up
your ass?"

   She pulled off my dick for a moment and said, "You're so vulgar!  How do
you think I want it?"

   "I don't know, but you're going to get it up the ass!"

   I stepped out of the black briefs, walked to the bed stand, and greased
up my hard prick with KY jelly.

   "Come here, Baby!"

   I positioned her on her hands and knees with her ass hanging off the
edge of the bed.  I stepped up and placed my dickhead to her anus.  We'd
already engaged in anal sex earlier, and her sphincter was still relaxed. I
grasped her by the hips and pushed.  The rubbery flesh of her anus opened
wide, yielding to the spongy head of my penetrating penis.  My hard dick
slowly slid into her rectum until I was sunk deep up in the tightness of
her quivering bowels as far as I could go.

   I began to slowly thrust in and out, with full strokes, almost pulling
my dick out before plunging back into the warm moist depths.  For the next
twenty minutes or so, I fucked her ass, varying my strokes and speed.  I
reached around with my left hand and found the bud of her clit, gently
massaging and stroking it, while I continued to butt fuck her.  I felt her
gut contracting around my deeply buried dick as an orgasm swept over her.
Years of practice with her allowed me to come with her, and I let it rip
for the third and final time that night, spewing my hot semen into the
depths of her gut.  We collapsed onto the bed, and quickly feel asleep.



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