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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 13

   FRIDAY - WEEK TWO



   I awoke next morning when Mike got up to get ready for work.  I didn't
envy him for being a corporate drone, doing the commute in stop and go
traffic and doing the petty office politics.  I was fortunate; I only had
to do that routine for a few years in Houston before I got lucky.

   Still I envied his sexual liberation.  I still had hang ups and I knew
it.  For some reason this morning I felt ashamed of sleeping with another
man and enjoying him.  I was full of mixed emotions about it.  It was vile,
degenerate and perverted; yet I truly enjoyed it.  Just a few days ago I
know I wouldn't have let Josh fuck me, and now I'm spreading my cheeks for
Mike, and wishing I had spread'em long ago.

   I reflected on my reluctance and apprehension last night before going to
bed.  I knew I needed to be completely liberated from sexual restraint.  I
decided to be proactive.  I got up and joined him in the shower.  I soaped
him down and then went down on him, sucking him to a full erection.  Once
he was good and hard, I stood and begged him, "Mike, before you get
dressed, come and fuck me again."

   He protested, "I'll be late for work, Jim."

   "You can be quick, I just need you up my ass."

   "Jim, I..."

   "Say you got caught in traffic, just come fuck me.  Fuck me now, before
you leave."

   He grinned at me, "You fucking slut!"

   "Please Mike."

   "Okay slut, you asked for it!"

   Not bothering to dry off, he led me back to his bed and positioned me on
my hands and knees with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed.  He greased
up his pecker and my ass with Astroglide and unlike last night, he
dispensed with all preliminaries and just rammed it in.  The shock of being
penetrated like that soon gave way pure enjoyment as he hammered away
trying to get his rocks off just a quickly as possible and succeeding in
about five minutes of hard fucking.  Having shot his load, he quickly
pulled out, finished dressing and quickly left for work.

   That ass fucking, though short and somewhat brutal, was of great
importance to me.  Before I had passively and reluctantly allowed myself to
be sodomized, this time I had asked for it.  I wasn't coerced into sucking
his cock in the shower; I went in there to suck his cock.

   No longer could I hide behind some wimpish rationalization that I had no
choice.  I had a choice and I made it.  I was a bisexual slut.  I almost
looked forward to my next homosexual encounter as much as I looked forward
to my next heterosexual encounter.  Pussy would always be in the forefront
of my desires, but from now on, I would yearn for my share of hard cock
too.

   I went home, not bothering to find my clothes.  I fixed a pot of coffee
and as I waited for it to finish brewing, Gina came downstairs, dressed in
her clothes from last night.  She looked at my butt and saw that it was
still glistening from fresh Astroglide.

   "You've been butt fucking this morning," she said playfully.  "I can see
the lube all over your ass.  He didn't hurt you did he?"

   "No, I asked for it."

   "You asked for it?"

   "Yeah Baby, I asked for it.  I like it a lot.  Don't you?"

   "Yes I do!  You don't think it's queer?"

   "I don't care.  Can I be queer if after being butt fucked I want to fuck
you?"

   "No, you're just becoming the switch-hitting slut you've always been,
but have always denied yourself."

   I had forgotten that the maid had changed days to Friday morning and she
walked into the kitchen.  "Senior Levert!  Oh, pardon!  Pardon, Senior
Levert!" The brown skin of our Hispanic maid blushed deep red, and she
started to leave.

   "Maria!  Maria!  Don't go!  Don't go!  Please excuse my rudeness.  I'm
terribly sorry to have embarrassed you so."

   Maria stopped and stared at my nudity.  It was really nothing she hadn't
seen before, a naked man that is.  I franticly looked around for something
to put on or cover up.  Gina burst out laughing and Maria began snickering,
then laughing.  It was my turn to blush deep red.

   I stammered, "Uh, uh, Maria, this is my neighbor, Gina Prescott."

   "Neighbor?"

   "Uh, yes.  She lives next door, in the Marsh house.  En casa Marsh." I
felt stupid trying to explain myself to the maid.  "It's okay, we're
friends."

   "Friends?  Si!  Amiga y amante!  Very good friends."

   "Uh, yeah!  Excuse me for a minute, I need to go put something on."

   "You no dress for me, Mr.  Levert.  You handsome hombre!  Big man! 
Grande!  I no tell Senora about neighbor."

   "It's okay, Maria, we're all good friends."

   "Friends, si!"

   I excused myself and went upstairs and put on my jogging shorts and
shoes, and then came back downstairs.  Gina and Maria were talking.  Maria
was nodding yes and was smiling broadly.

   "Jim, Maria has agreed to come do my house also!  It works out perfectly
for her.  She'll be here Friday mornings and then she will do my house
Friday afternoon.  She's been with you how many years?  Six?"

   "About that.  She also worked for the Marshes.  She's always has done a
very good job for us."

   "I can see that.  This'll be a great help to me.  I detest housework,
and she's obviously someone to be trusted.  Did you know that she has a
daughter, about sixteen.  She's going to come cook for us in the afternoons
during the week.  Mike can't cook and neither can I.  Maria will have her
over this afternoon."

   "Yeah, great!" A cook?  She, we, I just hired a sixteen-year-old cook? I
couldn't help but wonder what she looked like and if she put out or not. 
"Are you ready to go for a run?"

   "I need to go home and change.  Meet you outside in ten minutes."

   It was a beautiful late summer day.  The air was dry and it wasn't too
hot.  I felt good working up a sweat, working off the soreness.  I felt
truly free, having completely surrendered to my sexual desires.  I felt a
new sense of being amoral in sexual matters.  We finished our jog.  I asked
her over for coffee.  She declined saying she had promised to go shopping
with a friend.  I asked if I had met her, and she said no, but I would
soon, and I would like her.  She excused herself and went in to shower to
get ready for shopping.

   Even though I wanted to screw all day, it was great that I had a day
free to get some work done.  I really hadn't gotten anything done in well
over a week.  That would have to change.  I had to have more discipline
than I'd shown in the last two weeks or else my business would suffer.  I
fired up my PC and checked my e-mail.

   The message I sent to Jack concerning the videos had bounced back as
undeliverable for some reason.  Great, I could take my time and see what
old Jack and Silvia were up to all these years.  I was about to pop the
video I had been watching in the VCR and enjoy the show, but I had second
thoughts about that, business before pleasure.

   I looked at the morning drilling report of a well I was participating in
with my investors.  At the rate they were drilling, they should be down to
total depth by the end of next week.  Damn!  It always seems that logging
jobs (where various electrical and radioactive instruments are sent
down-hole to measure various rock properties, and determine whether or not
you found oil, gas, or had a dry hole) came up during the wee hours of
Saturday night or on Thanksgiving, or on my wedding anniversary, or some
other inconvenient time.  Shit!  There goes the Pineview A&M game and a
night with college-aged sluts!

   Tom Carraba wanted to know if Bob Franks and Harry DuBois had signed an
agreement.  I replied that they had signed and that the money was in the
bank.  I also thanked him for setting it all up.

   After going through another dozen e-mails I set about making a
preliminary screening of various deals on the market.  I picked out several
to be reviewed in detail in Houston, and went about trying to set up
appointments for two weeks from now.  I had long conversations with the
geologists and engineers who generated the various deals, trying to gain
insight into each prospect.  A couple of deals were already sold out, and I
felt remorse for not acting sooner, but there is only so much you can do
with a limited pot of money and time.

   Before I knew it, it was almost time to go to the gym for a workout.  My
dick got hard just thinking about it.  I flushed out my rectum and worked
my ass over with a vibrator for a few minutes to loosen up.  I threw on a
shirt and shoes and headed for the gym.

   Mike was into his workout so I had to wait until he was finished, so we
could go over the new workout routine.  Candice came in with Dr.  Marin and
his nurse/wife, Marsha.  We exchanged pleasantries.  Dr.  Marin informed me
that Candice had an appointment with him earlier today and that everything
checked out just fine.

   "Jim, I glad to see you took my advice.  I understand you're going to
Bob's little get together tomorrow evening."

   "Yes.  I'm looking forward to it.  Are you sailing with Bob tomorrow?"

   "No, but Marsha is.  Harry and I are playing golf with Bob's boys
tomorrow.  You ever play them?"

   "No, never met them.  How many kids does he have?"

   "They're not his kids, they're his butt boys.  Oh, he raised Carl, but
he's not really his son.  Well, when you do play them, watch out!  They're
good!  Harry and I will be the ones playing with a handicap tomorrow!"

   Mike had finished up so I excused myself from the good doctor, but
before I left Marsha spoke up, "Jim, remember your appointment Wednesday,
come in early and plan on staying the day."

   "I just might have to go out of town on business.  If it looks like I
can't make it I'll call and reschedule."

   "If you can't make it, you will be on automatic suspension as well as
everyone you or your wife has been in contact with.  I assure you, there
will be lots of unhappy people if you don't make it."

   "I'll do my best"

   "No, you will be there.  9AM sharp!"

   Damned logging job!  Shit, it will be a miracle if I'm not gone
Wednesday or Saturday!

   Mike walked up shirtless, all hot and sweaty.  The sight of his
magnificent body turned me on and I hoped we'd win the coin toss again
tonight.  The thought of Mike being angry because I missed the Wednesday
doctor appointment made my stomach churn.

   "Hi, Doc!  Hi, Jim!  Hi, Candice!  Hi, good looking!  Jim, are you
ready? I need to get moving.  The boss wants Gina and me to have dinner
with him and his wife tonight, so no partying for us tonight.  What time do
we get going tomorrow?"

   "We should leave around 9AM."

   "9 AM it is.  Oh, by the way, Gina hired a new cook today."

   "Yeah, I know."

   "Well, the girl is fixing dinner, so you and Candice are welcome to fill
in for us."

   "Oh, okay, sure.  That takes care of chow tonight.  What is she fixing?"

   "Who knows?  Come on let's get busy.  Candice, you just do what you've
been doing.  I'll come by and check up on you."

   Mike then showed me the changes he wanted me to try.  Slight changes in
the angle of attack, and very subtle modifications to my form, and the
speed in which I do the exercises, plus a couple wholly different exercises
I'd never tried before.  After we'd finished, Mike left the gym and headed
home to get dressed for dinner.

   It was an awkward moment for Candice and I.  We'd both assumed that Mike
would be directing us tonight, like every other night this week and now,
for the first time in over a week, we could be alone together.

   I broke the silence.  "Babe, do you want to go home or stay here for a
while?"

   "What do you want to do, Jim?"

   I always hated it when she did that.  It forced me to try and read her
mind.  What did she want to do?  Guess wrong and everyone winds up getting
pissed off.

   "How about if we go home."

   She thought a minute.  "I want to stay for a while."

   "Go to the fucking room?"

   "Yes.  I've been thinking of it all day.  Ever since Doc screwed me in
his office during my break."

   "I thought you had an appointment?"

   "I did, an appointment to fuck.  He's a horny guy!  While he was fucking
me I realized how much I enjoy this slut thing.  You can fuck me all night,
darling, but right now my pussy is itching for a strange dick."

   "I know what you mean.  I came to a decision this morning that is
positively immoral.  I decided I am going to be amoral sexually, and
indulge myself without restraint.  You sound as if you've come to the same
conclusion."

   She said, "No matter what happens Jim, remember I love you.  We'll have
lots of fun tomorrow on the boat and we'll have fun tonight, but right now,
let's go get screwed."

   "Okay by me, Babe.  Let's go find us some hot meat."

   We showered off and went straight way to the Fucking Room in the back of
the gym.  Candice picked out a double ottoman near the door, stripped and
lewdly positioned herself, inviting all to come fuck her.  She had crossed
the line into sexual amorality, and no matter what she did from now on it
would be all right with me.  I stripped and cut in front of some guy who
was about to help himself to the offered treat.

   "Hey, slut.  You want to be gang banged?  Then I'm first in line!"

   I didn't make love to her, I fucked her, fucked her like she was a slut.
Fucked her hard until she came and then I pulled out and walked off,
leaving her to the crowd.  It's just what Candice wanted.

   I looked around for someone to have sex with.  It wasn't a matter of
finding someone willing, everyone in that room was willing, it was more
like selecting a morsel in a candy store.  All day I'd wanted some dick and
now I couldn't make up my mind which dick I wanted.  I saw Jamal and Shamar
over in a corner, giving it to some white guy.  I knew Shamar was too big
and Jamal wasn't that much smaller.  I wanted something like Mike or
myself, but around here everyone had big dicks.  Suddenly, two big powerful
arms gripped me from behind.

   "Nice butt you have!  Want me to fuck it?"

   I didn't know who was behind me, or how big this guy was, but he had my
number.  "Yeah, I want you to fuck it."

   He pushed me towards a double ottoman and made me lie face down.  He
spread my cheeks.

   "Oooooo!  You've been a bad boy lately!  You're not used to this yet. 
Are you?"

   "No, just started," I replied a bit sheepishly.

   "You like it don't you?"

   "Yeah, I like it."

   "Who did this to you?  No, let me rephrase that.  What's the biggest
dick you've taken so far?"

   "Jamal."

   "Jamal!  You like big black dicks?"

   "I like big cocks."

   "Well then, let me give one.  How do you like it?  Gentle or rough?"

   "Gentle please, I want to enjoy it."

   "Okay, it's your call.  I'll enjoy it either way."

   He smeared my anus with KY and then positioned his dick to my butt hole,
and pressed.  I could tell he was a big one.  He thrust at my anus, forcing
it open.  It stretched and stretched to accommodate the massive shaft of
lust-hardened cock flesh.

   "Ahhhhhhh!!!!  Ahhhhhhh!!!" It hurt.

   He held still for a few minutes, letting me adjust.  I was panting,
short of breath and he drove it in a little deeper and stopped.

   "Ahhhhhhh!!!  Ahhhhhh!!!" I cried.

   Again he held still for a few minutes and the pain subsided.  He drove
it a little deeper and stopped again.

   Ahhh!!  Ahhh!!  It didn't hurt so bad now.

   He began shallow thrusting me, gradually going deeper and deeper.

   "Tell me if I'm hurting you.  I don't want to go too deep."

   Jesus!  He went way past the point that Mike or Jamal could reach and
still he drove in deeper and deeper.

   "Tell me if you feel a sharp pain or anything."

   I managed between gasping breaths, "No, I'm fine.  Oh, god!"

   He kept going and going and finally he stopped.  His dick was far, far
up my gut.

   "You okay?"

   "Yeah," I whispered hoarsely.

   "Fine ass you have!  A damned deep one!"

   He drove in even deeper.  I could feel his pubic bone pressing against
my butt and I knew he was as deep as he could get.  Jesus, he was in deep!
He slowly withdrew almost to the point of coming out and then slowly drove
all the way in again.

   Someone shouted, "Hey come look at this!  He's taken all of Donk's dick
up his ass!"

   I suddenly became a celebrity of sorts.  Through genetics I suppose, my
rectum was extra long and distance to the sigmoid bend was much longer than
in most men.  It allowed me to take all 12 inches of Donk's dick.  Most men
and women could only take about 8 inches.  It was something that Donk had
never experienced before.

   I had more of a problem with his 6-inch+ girth than with his foot long
length.  He was slightly bigger than Jamal in that regards and here I had
taken all of him without ripping.  I couldn't stretch a millimeter more.  I
knew I'd be sore tomorrow, but what the hell, I'd been sore all week
already.

   Donk kept thrusting me as deep as he could.  There were inches of his
dick that had never seen inside of a fuck tunnel before.  With each deep
thrust someone would say, "Gawd!  Look at that!" "That's unbelievable!"
"Good lord!" or "He could fuck a real donkey!"

   All I could do was grunt as he repeatedly penetrated me to his maximum.
He was well past my prostrate and I didn't get much in the way of direct
stimulation that would bring on one of those fantastic orgasms, nonetheless
I could feel the pressure from his great dick that made me long for
release.

   After what seemed like an eternity, he ejaculated and then allowed his
dick to soften still buried deep in my ass.  It retreated from the depths
of my rectum as the blood was released from its erectile duties and the
huge cock shrunk of it's own accord.  Still when he was completely flaccid,
he still had 5 to 6 inches of thick meat up my butt.  He withdrew the
remainder and as the head emerged from its historic trip, it came out with
a loud and very audible, "pop!"

   Donk rolled me over and gave me a deep French kiss.  I didn't care for
that.  His dick up my ass was one thing, but his tongue in my mouth?  I
wasn't ready for that, nor have I ever enjoyed another man kissing me like
that.

   "Where have you been all my life?  I've never been able to get anywhere
near all my cock in anyone before!  You're the answer to my prayers!  Damn!
Why didn't you join this club years ago?"

   "I didn't know anything about this club until this week.  Besides,
before this week, there's no way I would have allowed you to do that me."

   "They say there's always a time and the place!  You feel okay?  I didn't
rip you or anything, did I?" A worried expression came over his face. 
"Hey! Someone go find Doc Marin.  He was here a little while ago."

   He spread open my ass cheeks.  "Here, let me take a look at you.  Looks
okay.  Stretched out gaping hole, but it looks normal, normal for sodomy
that is."

   Donk leaned in and planted a kiss on my asshole.  "I wouldn't want
anything to happen to that beautiful ass of yours.  You are a treasure to
be enjoyed over and over!"

   I knew that like it or not, I was to be Donk's favorite hole to poke
from now on.  I also gained a moniker that distinguished me from all the
other Jim's in the club; I was now JimButt, and the object of fascination
for every extra long cock in a club full of big cocks.

   My hard dick was still freely oozing pre-cum.  Donk straddled me and
took my cock up his ass, without the benefit of any additional lubrication
other than that I was providing naturally.  Donk rode my dick, fucking it
until I got the sweet release.

   He helped me up and took me over to the bar.  They didn't serve alcohol
but he poured me a large glass of the gym's special vegetable juice
concoction.  Donk told me that it was a male sexual rejuvenation elixir, or
at least it seemed to be.

   I was exhausted from the long, slow butt fucking and my ass was really
sore.  I was ready to go home and rest.  I walked over to Candice.  She was
still screwing her brains out, but when I got the chance, I picked her up
and carried her away from her ottoman.  I had my right arm under her butt
and when I put her down, my arm was soaked in cum and as she stood there in
a daze waiting for me to dress her, I saw that cum was running down both
legs in rivulets.

   "Hey Babe.  How many guys did you fuck?"

   She weakly managed, "I dunno." Then she asked, "Can I stay some more?"

   "Not tonight Babe.  We need to go home."

   We left her car in the office garage, as she was in no shape to drive
home.  She acted sort of drunk, but she hadn't had a drink.  She was groggy
from fuck lust.  She had recovered her full senses by the time we got home.


   "Jim, I'm famished.  Do you have something ready to eat?"

   "Remember, we're supposed to eat over at the Prescott's.  Try out their
new cook."

   "Oh, yeah.  Give me a minute hon, I need to freshen up." She really
needed more than a quick freshen up, and I heard the shower running
upstairs.  What the hell, I needed a shower too, so I went upstairs and
joined her.

   How many hundreds of showers had we taken together over the years?  It
was strange; it seemed almost like it was the first time.  The sensation of
my soapy hands gliding across her nakedness was major turn on.  I bent her
over and did her.

   Thirty minutes later we were ready to go next door to eat.  No one was
home.  The cook had prepared a delicious pot roast, seasoned with hot
peppers, rice and vegetable casserole.  Supper was great!  I helped myself
to two additional servings to take home for next week, and placed the
remainder in the refrigerator.

   We went home and spent the remainder of the evening relaxing in the hot
tub.  When I broke out a cold bottle of champagne she asked me what the
occasion was.

   "To our sexual liberation!"

   She smiled, tipped her glass, "To our sexual liberation!"

   We drank to our new freedom.  We reaffirmed to each other that from now
on, anything goes sexually, and the object was pure carnal pleasure.

   It had only been a week since I fled to Houston to allow her to be
fucked by Mike.  Then she was my beautiful and faithful wife, now she was a
fuck-lust crazed gangbanging slut.  And me?  I was a straight arrow,
unfaithful but straight, and now I am JimButt.  It was amazing how quickly
and thoroughly debased we had become.  It was obvious that it was something
we had both deeply wanted, but had ruthlessly suppressed for all these
years out of deference to our perceived notion of society's moral
rectitude.

   We talked for several hours about sex and sexuality, going through three
bottles of bubbly.  At some point I sat up on the side and had her eat out
my ass.  That was another first and one that we both enjoyed.

   Reeling from the booze, we finally staggered off to bed.  Luckily I had
remembered the Tylenol before we feel asleep; otherwise the next morning
would have been rough.





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