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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 16

   SUNDAY - WEEK THREE

   We caught a ride home around ten in the morning as Gina had taken Mike's
car home last night.  I felt like shit.  I had too much champagne and was
physically exhausted from all the partying on Saturday.  It was weird.  I
felt like shit, yet for all the sex as I had in the past few days, I still
craved for more.  I popped a couple of Advils and the medications Doc Marin
had prescribed, the amoxicillin and the SE-42, chasing it down with a glass
of Donk's vegetable juice.  I still didn't know what the SE-42 was and I
couldn't find it in Candice's copy of the Physician's Desk Reference or on
the Internet.  I just had to remember to ask when I saw the good doctor on
Wednesday.

   I joined Candice in bed for a nap, waking around 12:30 PM.  Mike had
invited me over to watch the Cowboys play the Washington Redskins, followed
by the Packers vs.  the 49'ers.  I hadn't seen a regular season game yet
this year, so I was only half interested, but I knew I would enjoy the
excitement of the game once it started.  I left Candice slumbering away. 
She needed it.  I threw on a pair of gym shorts and went next door.

   "JimButt!  Come in!  Hey, have you heard the score of the State U game
yesterday?"

   "No."

   "Good!  Neither have I, but I recorded it yesterday.  Want to watch it
after the Cowboys game?"

   That was an intriguing prospect.  I usually watched all the State U
games, but I forgot to record it yesterday after over sleeping Saturday
morning.  "Great!  I forgot to set my VCR!  The hell with the Cowboys! 
Let's watch State U!"

   Mike gathered up some chips and dip and then poured two tall glasses of
Donk's vegetable juice elixir.  I must have already drank a gallon or two
of the stuff over the past week or so.  It still tasted odd, but I was
beginning to really like the flavor.  At halftime, I decided to ask Mike
about it.

   "Mike, what's in this juice?"

   "I don't know Jim.  Donk swears by it, and it seems to work."

   "Work how?"

   "Getting it up again after sex.  Seems to speed the rejuvenation of the
male genitalia."

   "I've been drinking this stuff in the morning for the past week or more.
It's odd, after yesterday I...oh, never mind."

   "Never mind what?  That you seem to be horny as a goat?  You're still
horny after great sex?  You're still horny after yesterday?  Let me tell
you what, I drink this stuff every day and take one of Doc's SE-42 pills
everyday, and I'm always horny, 24 and 7.

   "Sometimes I have trouble concentrating at work I'm so horny.  I've
gotten to where if I don't ejaculate at least once a day, pressure seems to
build up and my pants get soaked with pre-cum leaking out.  I either have
to have sex with someone or I have to jack off.  I jack off a lot when I'm
out of town.

   "But mainly I just want to fuck, fuck and then fuck some more.  A good
workout helps too.  Doc says it stimulates the production of testosterone.
I've noticed that my sex drive does goes go down if miss too many workouts,
so I workout a lot.  Keep drinking your juice, take the SE-42, and
workout."

   "What the hell is this SE-42 stuff?"

   "When I started taking it several years ago, Doc called it SE-18.  He's
changed the formulation several times and we're now on SE-42.  Be glad your
not on SE-10, it doesn't seem to do a thing."

   "But what's it supposed to do?"

   "It increases the volume of your ejaculate."

   Pondering what Mike said and my increased sex drive I said, "I know I'm
hornier than I used to be, but that may just be natural.  My sex drive
always increased with the more sex I had.  But you know, now that you
mention it, I do seem to have more juice than I used to."

   "Doc has tried combining Donk's juice with the SE-42 for a super sex
drink, but the SE-42 is too damned bitter.  So you take them separately
every day.  Once Doc figures out how to make the concoction taste better,
he figures he and Donk will make millions.  Of course if he does perfect
it, every male in the country will be out humping everything that moves. 
But meanwhile, we benefit from the good doctor's work."

   We fast forwarded through the rest of the halftime show and watched
State U have a reversal of fortune, quickly scoring two touchdowns in the
first four minutes of the third quarter and instead of trailing 7-17 at
halftime, we were suddenly leading 21-17.  Before the third quarter ended
it was 28-17.  The game ended 31-24 and Mike and I were elated.

   We switched over and watched the last quarter of the Cowboys game and
watched them blow a 14-12 lead in the final two minutes, allowing the
Redskins to get into field goal range after the Cowboys fumbled on their
own forty yard line.  We switched channels just in time for the Packers to
kickoff to the 49'ers.

   Outside the weather had turned foul with the approach of a cold front.
The sky became dark gray and a steady ran began to fall.

   Rubbing his left shoulder Mike said, "I think I pulled a muscle
yesterday when I threw that guy overboard.  Would you mind rubbing it
down?"

   "No, not at all Mike."

   He stripped off the muscle shirt he was wearing and laid down on the
floor so he could watch the game while I massaged his back.  He hadn't
complained of the sore muscle before, so I figured the complaint was a come
on.  Come on or not, it was a pleasure to rub his bulging muscles.  I
worked his back for the first quarter of the game.  When I got down to his
buttocks, I pulled his shorts off without any objection on his part.  I
kneaded and massaged his taut buttocks and then worked down his massive
legs to his feet.  He rolled over onto his back, his pecker fully erect.  I
worked back up his legs to his genitals, caressing them momentarily before
I moved up his torso to his Herculean chest.  At that moment I thought he
had the most beautiful body of anyone I had ever seen.  He reached out and
pulled down my gym shorts now wet with pre-cum and freed my own stiff
pecker.

   Mike now massaged me, starting at my back, working down my buttocks to
my feet and back up again to my chest.  It felt wonderful being massaged by
his powerful hands.  He ended by lying down beside me in a 69.  There was
no question as to what to do next.  I was lost in wanton lust for my
homosexual lover and I tried my best to give him a 10 rated blowjob, but I
found myself distracted by his own fellatio of my penis.  We continued the
taboo but wonderfully pleasurable act for quite some time.  He came first,
the first pulse of his ejaculate splashed on the back of my throat and I
pulled back to gather a mouthful of his savory jism.  I was delighted by
its salty tang before I swallowed.  I kept on sucking and his dick remained
hard.  Now I could concentrate on receiving pleasure and soon I too
ejaculated into the mouth of my lover.

   Mike pulled off and he put me on my hands and knees.  I felt his lips on
my anus and then the sensation of him injecting my cum from his mouth into
my rectum to provide natural lubrication.  His fingers quickly followed,
loosening me up.  Then his dick head was at the doorway of my gut, forcing
its way into my bowels.  He sodomized me for about five minutes, not enough
to force me into an orgasm, and then he presented his ass to me to be
likewise sodomized.  I fingered his anus, but there wasn't enough
lubrication.  Mike got up and went to the nearest end table, opened the
drawer and produced a tube of KY.  He said, "There's always KY or some
other lube within easy reach in this house.  I suggest you do the same at
your house."

   I lubed up my fingers and his ass.  My finger slipped in.  I massaged
his ass for a while until he was loose and then I mounted and penetrated
him.  After five minutes of being sodomized, he signaled me to pullout, and
we switched positions as he returned to sodomize me.  We kept this up for
maybe an hour, until I found it too uncomfortable to continue.  We paused
to finish watching the Packer game, neither of us caring which team won or
lost.  But before the game was over we were back at each other's ass in
earnest.  We broke it off after the telephone rang and the answering
machine picked up.  "Mike, Jim!  Are you there?  Pick up the phone, it's
me, Candice!"

   Mike pulled out of my ass and picked up the phone.  "Hi, Candice, this
is Mike...  Oh, we're having boy time, watching football and fucking each
other...  Yeah, that sounds good, we'll be over in a few minutes." He hung
up.

   "Candice has dinner ready.  She says Bob called and he is dropping his
boys off for a few hours.  He'll pick them up around nine.  They can't stay
any later, school tomorrow."

   It was already 6:30.  They wouldn't get there until 7:00 at the
earliest. That gave us less than two hours to gang bang Candice and also
get some boy butt.  We slipped on our shorts and ran through the rain to my
back door.  We were soaking wet.  She gave us towels and asked us to go
find something dry to put on for supper.

   "I know you two haven't had a damned thing on all day, but at the diner
table you will both be reasonably dressed."

   Our waist size is about the same, but I had trouble finding a shirt big
enough for him.  He settled on an old button up shirt that was way to small
for him, the buttons strained as he breathed.

   When we returned downstairs in our dry gym shorts and clean shirts she
seated us in the candlelit dining room.  While she finished placing the
serving dishes on the table, I opened a bottle of Chianti.  Candice is a
great cook when she has time and she laid on an Italian feast featuring her
meatballs and spaghetti, that is far superior to what any restaurant in
town serves.

   "Honey, this is great!  The sauce is better than usual and that's pretty
damned good!  What's the occasion for such a treat?"

   "Just a thank you.  Thank you for yesterday.  Thank you for liberating
me.  And Mike, thank you for moving next door!  You're best neighbor I've
ever had!"

   I said, "You're welcome Baby.  But I should be thanking you."

   "For what?"

   "For giving us a new lease on life.  I thought it was over between us
last week.  Now we can look forward to some really great times together."

   Mike added, "And I thank both of you for being such easy sluts!"

   To that I made a toast, "Here, here!  A toast to our permanent decent
into sluthood and to gang bangs forever!  Also a toast to our slutty
neighbors who seduced us!"

   Mike looked incredulous, "Who me?  You started it."

   "You planned it, orchestrated it, and executed the seduction flawlessly.
We were just pawns, now we're sluts."

   "It wasn't just me alone," said Mike grinning.

   Mike and I were about to dig in for a second helping when the doorbell
rang.  I answered the door.  It was Tom and Carl.  Tom was tall and very
good-looking.  He was muscular and very athletic looking.  He had close
cropped blonde hair and azure blue eyes, and just a hint of a beard.  Carl
was a few inches shorter than Tom, with a stocky build and soft brown hair
and eyes.  Carl was the hairy one, with well-developed dark body hair. 
They were a handsome pair.

   "Come in boys, come in!"

   "Hello, Mr.  Levert, nice to see you again," greeted Tom as he extended
his hand.  I was impressed by his manners and obvious good upbringing.

   "Hello, Jim," added Carl.  I wasn't so impressed with his social skills.

   I escorted them to the dining room.

   "Hi, Mike," said Tom.  "Hello, Ms.  Candice.  Thanks for inviting us
over tonight."

   "Yeah, Mildred's off tonight and last night's leftovers are just not
that appealing," said Carl.  "Hmmmmm!  Meatballs and spaghetti!  Tom's mom
always makes great meatballs!"

   Candice replied, "Well I hope you like them.  Here sit down and help
yourself."

   It had been a while since we had a sixteen-year old boy in the house. 
They acted so normal for their age.  They served themselves and then ate,
both demonstrating good table manners learned at Tom's mother's table. 
They had much better table manners than either Ben or Jack's boys did.  I
contrasted their good table manners with their unrestrained lewdness last
night and found a dichotomy that was hard to explain.  How could these
well-mannered young men be so blatantly promiscuous?  If I didn't know
better, I could be easily fooled into thinking they were fine, upstanding
and moral young men, the type you would want your daughter to date.

   Mike and I sipped our wine as the boys ate.  When they had finished,
they placed their silverware across the top of their plates and returned
their napkins from the lap to the table.

   Tom laid on the compliments.  "That was delicious, Ms.  Candice.  Please
don't tell her, but it was better than what my Mom makes."

   Carl added, "He's right.  And his mom's spaghetti is awesome!"

   "Why thank you boys."

   Tom and Carl got up and cleared the table.  I was floored!  We had tried
unsuccessfully for years to get our kids to help out with anything around
the house.  Once the table was clear they came back in and stood behind
Candice.

   Reaching over and stroking Candice's right breast, Carl said.  "We ate
all of our supper.  May we have some Candy now?" as Tom began unbuttoning
her blouse.

   Mike smiled and said, "You want Candy or do you want some meat first?"

   Tom smiled, "Candy first."

   "Good idea boys!" Mike stood up and flexed his chest, popping the
buttons off the too tight shirt.  "Let's get naked.  Strip that slut and
we'll all fuck her!"

   They pulled her out of the chair and stripped off her blouse, bra,
shoes, pants and panties.  Then they picked her up and carried her to the
living room placing her next to the double ottoman.  They quickly shed
their clothes.

   Carl laid back on the double ottoman, his dick at the ready.  I marveled
at how well endowed these two teens were.  "Come on baby, ride my dick!" he
commanded.  So much for good manners.

   Candice grasped his thick cock and directed it into her pussy and fucked
the young boy as he fingered her clit and Tom felt her up from behind. 
Once she was good and hot, Tom pushed her down on top of Carl and then
penetrated her ass with his greased up penis.  Tom knew a well broken in
ass when he found one and she was well broken in.  He began slowly fucking
her deep and quickly transformed to rapid thrusting, followed by slow
thrusting, rapid, slow, rapid, slow.  Meanwhile Carl was not being passive
at all and fucked her pussy hard when Tom thrust slow and fucked her slow
when Tom thrust rapidly.  They gave her a world-class double dick duo that
she quickly responded to with multiple orgasms.

   As I watched the libidinous abandon with which my beautiful Candice
embraced debauchery with these two lewd teenagers, I couldn't help but
think that they could be my own sons.  They were nearly two years younger
than my youngest daughter and if Candice hadn't had a series of
miscarriages, I would now have another child about the same age as these
two.  Then I realized that if she hadn't had the miscarriages, none of this
would be occurring, instead the three of us would be sitting around
watching a Sunday night TV show and preparing for school and work tomorrow,
as life passed us by.  I thought of an old joke about when life begins; the
Catholic priest says, "Life begins at conception"; the Presbyterian pastor
says "No, life begins at birth."; the rabbi says "No, as usual, you're both
wrong!  Life begins when the kids move out and the dog dies!"

   The boys continued fucking her with practiced deliberateness.  What
would these two be like when they are my age?  It was only one week ago
today that I first participated in the fucking of a woman in the manner
these two kids were now fucking my wife.  What would I have been like if I
was like them as a youth?  I was getting impatient, wanting to ease the
tingling sensation in my groin, wanting my turn at my wife.  An anguished
expression came over Carl's face and he began to moan.  As the intense
pleasure of an orgasm swept over him, he filled Candice's cunt with his
youthful semen.  Without saying a word or any other outward signal, Tom
withdrew his dick from her ass, and in one fluid motion he sat her upright
and made her stand so that Carl could get up and move out of the way.

   I took Carl's place on the ottoman, but I had Candice turn around facing
away from me.  Tom forced her to squat on my dick, and as she lowered
herself on a my fresh dick I hissed, "Take it in the ass slut!  In the
ass!"

   She impaled her ass on my dick.  I reached forward and pulled her down
on my chest, grasping her tits in my hand, spreading her legs with my feet,
presenting her pussy to be fucked, fucked, and then fucked some more, first
by Mike, then Tom, and then Carl before starting all over with Mike.  I
could feel with my prick their cocks in her pussy through the thin membrane
of her rectum, sliding in and out, and I could feel her pussy palpitating
as she kept on coming and coming.

   In increasingly rapid succession one climax was followed by another. 
Her cries of lust were muffled however, as the next man in line for her
sweet pussy stuffed his dick down her throat while he waited.  I could tell
when Mike came as he thrashed about, and soon thereafter Tom came.  I
relaxed and ejaculated too, but not before Carl began sucking up the
copious quantities of cum that overfilled her cock-hungry cunt and oozed
from her throbbing vaginal slit.

   The gangbang broke up leaving Candice still swooning as cum continued to
leak onto the floor from her ass as well as her cunt.  It was already 9
o'clock and Carl said, "We gotta go!  We need to study for an algebra test
tomorrow.  Hey, Candy, it was fun, see you slut!"

   Tom shook my hand, "Goodnight sir, 'night Mike.  Thanks for the dinner
Candice and thanks for the fuck!" They dressed and were on their way.

   "Mike, it looks like she's had it for tonight.  Take her upstairs and
put her bed will you."

   Mike picked her up off the floor and carried her up the stairs.  I went
to the kitchen and cleaned up, putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher,
putting away the leftovers for my lunch tomorrow.

   The rain had stopped about an hour ago, and with the passing of the cold
front, a cool breeze blew in from the north.  I walked out onto the patio.
The brisk coolness enveloped my naked body.  I dove into the pool with its
warm water and swam laps until I was nearly exhausted.  I had to run to the
house when I got out of the water, as the cool breeze chilled me.  "What a
wimp," I thought.  "Wait until December, it'll be really cold when I get
out of the water." I found a towel in the downstairs bathroom and dried
off.

   I ascended the stairs and found Candice and Mike fast asleep in my bed.
There was precious little room left for me, but I managed to squeeze in
next to Candice and soon sleep overtook me too.



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