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 NEIGHBORS 4

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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 4

   WEDNESDAY - WEEK ONE



   Next morning I felt like shit.  Before she left she gave me her version
of what I said.  Apparently I made some sort of comparison between her and
some young girl or girls in Houston.  Whatever I said, I said too much! 
She was pissed!

   I had to blow off my morning run.  Instead, I just floated around the
pool, waiting for the Advil to kick in.  I was in slow motion all morning
and just barely dragged myself over to the Rockford Country Club for a
business luncheon with several of my investors.  Somehow the luncheon went
well and I got the commitments I needed to proceed with the Montano
Exploration deal.  I returned home and spent the rest of the afternoon on
the phone and exchanging faxes with Jeff Montano.

   I was fairly sure that when Candice left last night that she had gone
over to see Mike.  I decided to call him and maybe find out exactly what I
said about the Houston girls.  I found the main number to the insurance
company he worked for and called only to be reminded that he was out of
town for the rest of the week.

   I didn't get a damned thing done on the other deal I was actively
working on.  No big deal, I had all day tomorrow and Friday to complete my
evaluation.  Candice's fury with me was of great concern, and I decided
that I would have to break it off with Gina.  Too damned dangerous.  She'd
understand, I hope!

   Candice came home after work, and gave me the ice treatment.  She
wouldn't let me within five feet of her.

   "Jim, just stay away from me!"

   "I'm sorry about last night, Candy.  I know I shouldn't have gotten
drunk.  But as you well know, when I'm drunk I babble out a lot stuff that
makes no sense whatever.  I'm sorry if I said something stupid and hurt
your feelings."

   "Stupid?  You were vulgar, and compared me to those little whores you
visit in Houston!"

   "I can't imagine saying anything like that!"

   "You were staggering around with your pecker hanging out demanding that
I give you a blow job!  You said you wanted to shoot a load in my face. 
You said I sucked dick better than any of the girls in Houston!  You don't
just go to titty bars for some 'clean wholesome fun' as you put it, you
visit prostitutes!  If you've been screwing around with prostitutes, I
don't want you to touch me!  I don't want some incurable disease from some
dirty whore you fucked!"

   I almost said in my defense that I always used a rubber, which was true,
but I knew that wouldn't go over very well.  I decided my best defense was
to flat out lie.

   "I don't do prostitutes!  I don't touch'em.  I don't fuck'em.  I go to a
bar for a couple of hours after business is finished, have a few beers and
watch the girls dance on stage.  That's all!  Yes, I do have fantasies
about them.  All men have sexual fantasies, but it's harmless."

   "Well you better get used to your fantasies, because you're not getting
anything from me!" She turned and stormed up the stairs.

   "Ah, Candice!  Don't be this way," I pleaded.  "I love you!  I'm sorry
for being a jerk!  I was drunk!"

   Damn!  Truth is, I got drunk because I was jealous.  Here I was, fucking
my next-door neighbor's wife and looking forward to fucking her again at
the next opportunity, and I'm jealous because he's flirting with my wife!
"Grow up Jim," I said to myself.

   I went upstairs to make another effort at making amends, but the bedroom
door was locked.

   "Go away, Jim!  Sleep on the couch.  Get used to it!"

   I pleaded at the door for fifteen minutes or more, but was only answered
with silence.  I went downstairs and watched TV for a while.  I channel
surfed until I came to a plot-less porno piece on the Playboy channel.  For
the next several hours I watched fuck scene after fuck scene until I gave
in to myself, whipped it out and jacked off.  I didn't bother to get up and
clean up.  I just turned the TV off and fell asleep.



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