From: an339127@anon.penet.fi Reply-To: an339127@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST:My Neighbor's Sex Slave (4 of 5) Date: Sun, 20 Aug 1995 07:25:28 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <073310Z20081995@anon.penet.fi> MY NEIGHBOR'S SEX SLAVE, MY WIFE CHAPTER 3 - IN THE BEGINNING (Sub-title - The Taking of Shelly) I wasn't disappointed. About 8PM that very night I heard a knock on my front door. It was Shelly "May I come in?" She told me that it was Al's bowling night, and that he'd be out for a few hours, and that she needed to explain. She was dressed conservatively enough ...just as you'd expect from a 40 year old conservative housewife. She had on a blue button up blouse, khaki slacks, and running shoes ... she wore little, if any makeup. "I'm sorry for what you saw today. Sometimes I just need a little extra release, I hope it isn't something that offended you, and I apologize." She diverted her eyes, looking down, and continued, "And I'd be very appreciative if you didn't mention this to my husband, Al, please." I didn't respond, I just walked into my living room ... she followed shortly. "Dave, is all forgiven and forgotten ?" she said. Again, I didn't talk, I just looked towards the ceiling for a while, making her fidget a little. Then I responded, "It's OK, Shelly. I understand. I'll forgive," I gave her a sly smile and then said, "but I don't think it'll be very easy to forget. I'll make you a deal, Shelly. I won't tell your husband about our little encounter this afternoon, if you'll do one thing for me." A look of relief spread across her face as she said, "Sure. Name it". "Well Shelly, I'd like you to tell me what you were fantasizing about," I said. She was shocked, and shot me an angry (and maybe a little horny) look, "I absolutely will not! You may have watched me masturbate, and I'm sure you know I was fantasizing about you, but I'll be damned if I'll bare my inner fantasies with a stranger. Heck, I don't even share them with my husband !" "Well, then, have a good night, Mrs. Anderson. Oh, and tell Mr. Anderson that I'd like to talk to him in the morning." "He'll never believe you, and you have no proof. So, go ahead. As far as Al knows, I'm as pure as the driven snow. Completely innocent. Hell, I bet he thinks I don't even like sex. So go a head Mr. Smart Ass." She started towards the door. "Shell ..... Oh, Shelly ! , I called. "WHAT !" she yelled as she opened the door. "I just wanted to let you know that I've video taped our entire conversation. The camera is set up in the corner of the living room, behind a plant That's why I got you into the living room before we talked. I think Al will believe whatever story I decide to tell him and if you aren't just a little more cooperative I think I'll embellish what did happen just a bit," I laughed. She literally ran to the livingroom. She saw the Camcorder and ran to it, popping the tape compartment . "Shell .... this what you want ?" I asked as I dropped the tape in a desk drawer and slammed it shut ... and locked it. She started the bitch routine again. "Give me the damn tape, Dave, NOW! I'll call the police." "Go ahead, you cunt, call the police." .... "I'll, well, I'll .....", her voice drifted off, she knew she'd been beat. "Please Dave, can I have the tape? Your little game is over, you win", she said, in a much quieter voice. "Before I told you I wanted you to tell me about your fantasy .... with lots of specific details. Are you saying that you'll do that?" I asked. "Yes," was her meek reply. "Since you've been such a bitch the last few minutes, I have another stipulation. While you're telling me your fantasy, I want your pants and panties down and I want you frigging yourself again. This time though, I want you looking at me, rather that with your eyes closed," I said. "I can't ... I just can't, I've never... " I cut her off, "Listen, you married slut. You've been watching me, fantasizing about me, and finger fucking your hairy twat while thinking about me ever since I moved in. Isn't that right!" She didn't respond. "I SAID ISN'T THAT RIGHT, YOU CUNT !!" "Yes," she said quietly. "SAY IT LOUDER YOU WHORE !", I bellowed. "YES YES YES YES YES. ARE YOU HAPPY ! YES, I'VE DONE NOTHING BUT DREAM ABOUT FUCKING YOU SINCE THE FIRST DAY WE MET ! THERE ARE YOU HAPPY NOW !" she yelled. Smiling, I said, "Not as happy as I'm going to be when your slacks and pretty panties are around your ankles and you're playing with your sloppy hole and telling me your fucking fantasy," I said, in a low, but very serious voice. Resigned to her fate she slid her hand to the snap of her slacks, popped it free and drug the zipper down. Her loose pants fell to her ankles revealing very sexy white thong panties with light pink bows. "Did you wear those pretty panties for me Shell?, I mocked. "Fuck you," was her reply as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic waist of her panties and pulled them down past her hairy mound and to her knees. "I hope you're satisfied, you asshole," she said watching me watch her show. "Get busy, you slut," was my only reply. She sat on my sofa .. ready to start. "No, I want the sofa. You sit in the chair," I said. She shrugged and moved to the big overstuffed chair in the corner. Little did she know that my other video camera was pointing directly at the chair from across the room and behind another big plant. "Wait," I said, getting up and walking over to her. "Don't touch yourself. I want to prove a point." I surprised her by shoving my hand into her lap and between her legs, she snapped her legs together in an instant, trying to fend me off. Being bigger and stronger I was easily able to snake my long index finger into her hole. She sighed as I hit the mark and sank my longest finger in to the knuckle. I held it there for about 15 seconds, then slowly pulled it out, sticky goo clinging to my finger. "This excites you, doesn't it, Mrs. Anderson. You slut, you're getting off on this aren't you. You really wanted this all along .... don't deny it, your traitorous cunt tells the truth. Have you ever been this fucking wet before, Shell?" She looked away in embarrassment. "Well get to it girl, frig yourself and tell me your hot little story. Tell me how much you want my cock." She continued looking away, but began. She started by moving her finger tips in an up-and- down motion over the top of her hard little nub, warming up. "Talk, you slut!" I reminded her. "I need to get into it for a few minutes ... would it be O.K.. if I was silent just for a short while?" she asked with a pleading look. "Please ?" "Fine, but it better be worth it. I wanna hear a hot story, and it better be told with a little enthusiasm, if you know what I mean." "Yes Dave, I know what you want, and believe me, you'll like it." After a couple more minutes of gentle rubbing she started. "In my fantasy you're my master and I'm your sex slave. You control everything about my sex life.... when I fuck, who I fuck, how I fuck, when I cum .... everything, totally. "You know I'm a married woman, but you don't care. In fact, you like it better. You know I'm very ashamed that you can take me as you please, despite my marital status. You know that I love my husband and have no intention of leaving him, but you also know I'm totally devoted to you and your 8 inch cock." "It's nine inches, Shell, not eight," I corrected. She groaned, but continued, " I fantasize about the first time you take me, and how on that very day you allow one of your friends a crack at me as well. To you I'm nothing but a possession, a cherished possession, but 'owned property' all the same. My fantasy goes something like this : "On a particularly hot Sunday Al and I ask you to join us for a cook out. During the evening we all have a bit too much to drink, and as a result, at dinner you spend quite a bit of time with your hand under the table and in-between my legs. I feel helpless to resist. "Later you sit next to me on the sofa, your muscular body just a few tantalizing inches away. You confidently let your arm slide around my petite shoulders right in front of Al, while the two of you briefly discuss current events of the day. "When Al leaves to use the restroom, I try to break away, although unsuccessfully as your steel tight arms hold me in place. I feel your warm lips brush against my neck. I could feel my nipples harden against my blouse. Prior to your arrival I'd removed my bra and slipped on a tight cotton shirt that I tied just under my breasts. I sat quietly as your fingers grazed against my aroused and hardened right nipple. As I turned to tell you to stop, felt your warm hand beginning it's journey up my tanned thigh. "I knew it had to stop, but when I opened my red painted lips to speak you leaned over, your tongue softly caressing my warm lips and slipping into my inviting mouth. At that point I knew all was lost and returned your kiss, a deep long soulful kiss ... the kind that sends electric pulses through my body. I moaned softly as I felt your long index finger slip between my heated thighs until it reached the soft and wet folds of my slippery cunt. I nearly fainted as your finger caressed my sensitive clit through my thin shorts ... only a thin band of material separating your finger from the inviting wetness. "I started a quiet moaning and humped myself against your rubbing fingers, eager to cum. As I approached release I heard my husband of twenty years walking down the hall. You heard as well. Amused, you lifted yourself up and walked to the kitchen, allowing me, your plaything, to gather my wits and rearrange my clothes before the arrival of my husband. "The rest of the evening was pleasant enough and at about midnight, and feeling the effects of the excessive alcohol, Al excused himself and stumbled up to our bed. I told him I'd be up as soon as I showed you out. "Al was out like a light. Rather than leaving, you told me to fetch an after-dinner brandy. Although apprehensive and nervous I walked to the bar and produced a small snifter of brandy. I nervously handed you your drink as you casually ordered, "Take your blouse off. I want to see your hard nipples."