Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Love Thy Neighbor (MF, cheat)[1/2]
Date: 9 Nov 1995 23:32:34 GMT

			  Love Thy Neighbor
			       Part One

	It had been about a year since my wife passed away. A rough
year  Being a single parent is no picnic, but we managed. I have a
fifteen year old daughter and a son who is thirteen and they have been
very helpful. One thing they haven't been able to help me with is
meeting my sexual needs. When you've been married for seventeen years
like I was, you come to take some things for granted. Like the
availability of a willing and able partner to share the joy of making
love. Like I said, it had been a rough year. Until last week when
things got better... and worse.

	I had stayed home from work to do some things around the house
that needed taking care of. Actually, it was sort of a "mental health"
day rather than a vacation or legal holiday. The kids were in school,
so I had the house to myself. About 9:00, I was surprised to hear the
front doorbell ringing. Putting down my coffee cup, I went to answer
it.

	"Hi Jim. Can I come in?"

	It was Cindy, who had been my wife's best friend. I couldn't
imagine why she had decided to pay me a visit, but I also couldn't
think of a good reason not to let her in.

	"Sure, come on in Cindy. Want a cup of coffee?"

	"That'd be great, thanks."

	I got her a cup of coffee and we went to the living room and
sat down. I sat on the couch, she sat in my easy chair. It was a warm,
late Spring day and she had on a pair of shorts and a halter top which
did little to conceal the tight curves of her cute little body. Cindy
is forty, but you'd never know it. She has the body of a twenty year
old and she knows how to show it off. It used to bug Lana (my wife)
sometimes when she'd come over in one of her special outfits, but Lana
didn't have anything to worry about in the looks department herself,
so it was never a real problem. Cindy has dark brown hair and brown
eyes, stands about 5'5" and weighs about 115 lbs. Like I said, she has
tight curves.

	She seemed nervous as she opened the conversation.

	"I suppose you're wondering why I came over this morning."

	"Well, yes, I guess you could say that."

	"I need your help with a problem."

	"Oh?" I was thinking to myself that she should be having this
conversation with her husband Bob, but she anticipated that.

	"Bob can't help me with this problem. In fact, he's the
problem, or at least part of it."

	"Sounds to me like you need a marriage counselor."

	"Bob would never go. And besides, we can't afford it right
now."

	"So, how do you think I can help?"

	"Well, " she paused, seemingly to work herself up to the point
of making some startling statement, "I want you to help Bob perform
better sexually."

	The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten degrees.
It was so quiet that the fly buzzing in the window across the room
seemed very loud. I looked at Cindy, but she was looking at her hands
which were folded at her knees.

	"In what way?"

	"Bob doesn't believe a man should perform oral sex on a woman,
though he doesn't mind asking me to perform it on him."

	"You're kidding." I'd heard of guys like that, but I never
would have suspected that Bob was one of them. Bob and I had always
gotten along well, though I wouldn't say that our relationship had
been as close as Cindy and Lana's had been.

	To buy some time, I went to get more coffee. I was feeling a
little light headed. What a bombshell. Bob wouldn't give her head. I
supposed that she just wanted me to talk to him about it, try to
convince him of the error of his ways.

	I returned to my seat on the couch and flinched inwardly as
Cindy moved to join me. She pulled her long, shapely legs up under her
and twisted to face me.

	"Does he satisfy you in other ways?"

	"Sort of. He does o.k. in the stamina department and I have
orgasms most of the time. But it's very frustrating to hear about
other women whose husbands and boyfriends give head when mine won't.
We argue about it more and more now. We haven't had sex for about a
month."

	"Why come to me about this? Bob must have closer friends."

	"Jim, Lana was my best friend. We shared everything with each
other. She knew about Bob's reluctance and she wanted to tell you
about it, but I wouldn't let her. She also told me what a wonderful
lover you were and how she had multiple climaxes every time you two
got it on. She especially used to tell me how much she enjoyed it when
you gave her head. Did you really used to do it for an hour at a
time... until she begged you to stop because she couldn't stand the
pleasure any more?"

	"I didn't put a stopwatch to it Cindy," I chuckled, a little
embarrassed at Cindy's knowledge of what I had thought to be private
matters, "but I know she liked that, and I used to really enjoy giving
her pleasure in that way. Damn, I miss that woman."

	I looked down at the carpet and thought about all the great
times Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. We both liked to fuck and we
did it as often as possible. I knew of some marriages where after the
kids came along, the wife would lose interest in sex. Not Lana. In
fact, the day she was killed, she was on her way home to meet me for a
little "afternoon delight." Unfortunately, a drunk driver put an end
to my beautiful wife and our wonderful marriage. Still, whenever I
thought of Lana and the good times we had, my prick would spring to
life and I would get a powerful urge to go and jack off just to
relieve the pressure. Usually, I resisted.

	I was startled from my reverie when Cindy moved to me and put
her arms around my neck, pulling my head to her chest.

	"I miss her too, Jim. Can you help me?"

	I looked up into those huge eyes of hers and whispered yes. I
still can't explain what happened next, but suddenly our lips met, my
arms went around her, and we were kissing. Not the way friends kiss,
but like lovers. Soon our tongues got into the act and we each began a
slow, passionate exploration of the other's mouth.

	Almost on cue, we both broke the kiss.

	"I need you to do more than talk to Bob," Cindy whispered
breathlessly. "I'm as hot blooded as Lana was, Jim. A month without
any sex has me just about headed for the loony bin. Please Jim, go
down on me."

	By this time, my cock was about ready to rip through the
fabric of the shorts I was wearing and my balls had taken over my
brain. Not having had sex for a year, I nearly ripped her clothes off
right there and fucked her brains out. I did have the self-discipline
remaining to escort her to my bedroom, however, and we were soon naked
on my large, lonely, king size waterbed, where we resumed kissing and
each began a gentle anatomy survey.

	"What a cock you have, Jim. It's even bigger than Bob's."

	"I thought it was my tongue you were after, not my cock."

	"I'm hoping to get some of each."

	"All in good time, Cindy, all in good time. First, let's have
a look at you," I smiled as I pulled away from her to examine her nude
form. She smiled back and seemed to enjoy my visual inspection as she
moved this way and that to show her body to its best advantage. I just
loved the way her tits rode high on her chest, refusing to flatten out
even though she was laying on her back. Her nipples were large and
hard, sticking straight up from the base of her comparatively small
and very dark areoles. Her narrow waist and flat tummy lead down to a
set of perfectly shaped hips and long, handsomely formed legs. I did
see one small problem however. "I think that I can see one reason why
Bob is a little reluctant to go down on you," I said pointing to the
thick, heavy thatch of pubic hair at the junction of Cindy's thighs,
"One of the secrets of good male to female oral sex, in my humble
opinion, is a trim pubic patch, or better yet, no pubic patch at all.
Don't go away, I'll be right back."

	I quickly dashed into the master bath and returned with my
barbering tools, remembering activities which had become almost a
ritual for Lana and me.

	"Didn't Lana tell you that I used to keep her nice and neat
down there?" I asked as I arranged everything to my satisfaction.

	"Yes she did, but I never really believed her. Are you
planning to shave off all of my pussy hair?"

	"No. Just the hair that gets in the way of good oral sex.
Actually, it's not that much more than many women do in order to wear
those string bikinis."

	She was very cooperative as I arranged a towel under her ass
and used a scissors to clip away her thick, dark bush until only a
short stubble remained on the area I intended to shave. The other
area, at the very top of her pubic mound, I trimmed only slightly for
the sake of neatness. Then, after using a warm, wet washcloth to
moisten the area to be shaved, I applied a thick coating of a special
shaving jell for sensitive skin and went to work with my razor. When I
was finished, she had a tiny patch of pubic hair left on the top of
her mound, but the rest was as bare and smooth as a baby's butt.

	I placed a mirror in front of her pussy and let her have a
look at my handiwork. I also got rid of the towel and my tools while
she conducted her inspection.

	"Wow," she exclaimed, "This is the first time I've ever really
taken a look at myself down there." She worked the folds of her pussy
open with her fingers to examine herself more closely. Her inner lips
were swollen with excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer
lips. I began to massage the area with a special, soothing, oil. Cindy
laid back on the bed and moved her hands out of my way, giving me
complete access. Finishing the massage with some gentle strokes to
both sets of pussy lips, I removed the towel and shaving paraphernalia
and got ready for the job at hand, or should I say mouth.

	I spread her legs as far as they would go, pushing her knees
back a little, and placed myself between them. She had a beautiful
cunt, and she was hot for a good fucking. Leaning forward, I planted a
light kiss right at the top of her pubic mound, then, moving down, I
bypassed the seat of her pleasure and began to lightly kiss and lick
the insides of her thighs, switching from one side to the other,
bathing my senses in the silken feel of her skin, the taste of her
light perfume, the odor of sexual excitement pouring from her frothy
cunt.

	Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted her bottom off
the bed and began to kiss those firm globes, occasionally nipping them
lightly with my teeth. She was trembling with excitement and, I
believe, a little frustration. She wanted my mouth on her box. I
wanted her to wait for it so as to enjoy it more later and so I
continued to tease her.

	"C'mon, Jim," she moaned, "don't tease me like that."

	"Like what?"

	"You know what I want... please."

	"Tell me what you want. Be specific. I want to hear you say
it."

	She was breathing hard and her hips were undulating slightly
as she sought to press her pussy into my face. She did not want to say
the words, but I was determined to make her say them. I continued to
kiss and nip the area all around her now superheated sex flesh with
out contacting it directly.

	"Lick me," she moaned. I licked the inside of her thigh.

	"Nooooo... lick my... lick... lick my... "

	"Lick your what Cindy?"

	"Lick my... pussy," she gasped.

	I immediately moved my mouth over her gash, which was now
leaking a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant which crawled
slowly down her ass crack from the base of her pussy, leaving a shiny
trail across her tightly puckered back door. The strong, musky flavor
of her sex was like a narcotic for me, and one which I had gone too
long without. I began to slowly, but very firmly, massage her major
labia with my tongue, working first one side and then the other. Cindy
liked this very much, which she indicated by pushing her hips up off
the bed to increase the pressure. I continued the tongue massage for a
few minutes and then switched tactics, taking as much of one of her
thick outer pussy lips into my mouth as possible and then sucking on
it. The thick flesh, so recently devoid of pubic hair, was newly
responsive, and taking it between my lips also caused me to come into
contact with the super sensitive inner surface of her major labial
folds with my lips and tongue which I worked vigorously back and forth
as I sucked.

	Cindy began to make an almost pitiful mewling sound from deep
in the back of her throat. I thought she was going to come right there
and I hadn't even gotten to her clit yet. The scene reminded me so
much of the many times I had done this to Lana that I almost began to
weep.

	Cindy's eyes were shut tight and she had grabbed two handfuls
of bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making it a
real challenge for me to stay with her. Her breathing was ragged
between clenched teeth as her first orally induced orgasm approached.

	I was still working her outer lips one at a time, sucking them
into my mouth, pulling them away from her crotch, causing her to lift
her hips off the bed to stay with me, working them with my tongue.
Meanwhile, I was also using the index finger of my right hand to very
gently caress the outer edges of her inner labia, very carefully
avoiding her clit. Her own juices and my saliva had combined to make a
real swamp out of her pussy. A small puddle was forming on the bed
beneath her ass. I was wallowing in the taste and smell of feminine
flesh, and her moans became a symphony of sexual thirst.

	She was squealing her pleasure now, her head moving from side
to side on the pillow. In between squeals she was mumbling about how
good it felt and how close she was to coming.

	Replacing my finger action with my tongue, I switched tactics
and began to run my tongue quickly and lightly all around her inner
pussy lips, brushing her clitoral ridge, without touching the
hypersensitive tip, on each pass. Occasionally, I would use the flat
of my tongue to lick the slick flesh between those inner lips and the
thicker outer lips, using my fingers to expose the area I was
attacking with my mouth. She began to come, her whole body tensing
into something like the rictus of death, then relaxing, then tensing
again as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. As soon as I felt
her start to come, I immediately began to flick the head of her very
erect, very large clitoris with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue.
Cindy screamed as her pleasure sensors overloaded. I was glad the
windows were closed or else the whole neighborhood would have been
able to hear her.

	My experience as a pussy licker told me when to back off a
little and let her come down, still maintaining contact with my tongue
and lips, but avoiding direct contact with her clit for the moment,
noting that it had retracted back into its folds of skin, though the
flesh was still firm and erect underneath its protective covering. Her
body was still undulating, though not with the force of a few moments
ago. Her hands were caressing my head, her fingers running through my
hair. She apparently thought I was done.

	Boy was she ever wrong.

	I looked up at her and discovered that she was looking down at
me from between her high, proud, breasts, a dreamy smile of sexual
satisfaction on her face.

	"Wow, Jim. That was the most incredible thing I've ever
experienced."

	"Well, I'm a little out of practice, but thank you anyway. Now
lay back and relax. I'm not done eating yet."

	"Not done? I must have come six times already. You mean
there's more?"

	"Lana wasn't kidding when she told you these sessions lasted a
long time. I am a man who really enjoys going down on a woman,
particularly a woman who tastes as good as you."

	Without waiting for a response, I began once again to massage
her outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this time, I added something
new. Using the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I probed the
depths of her vagina, pressing upward, searching for what I knew would
be there, and finally finding it; the little knot of flesh buried
beneath her vaginal roof, better known as the Grafenburg Spot. I was
sure that she had never been given a g-spot orgasm before, and I meant
to show her what that experience was like. I was also hoping that she
shared a trait with my late wife, who had been a prolific female
ejaculator.

	Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my fingertips,
pressing firmly into the hard knot of flesh. Meanwhile, I was using my
tongue to firmly, yet gently, caress the area along either side of her
clitoral ridge, thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once.

	"Oh, Jim... that's good. What are you doing... I've never felt
anything like this... Oh yeah... finger fuck me... lick my clit...
make me come... " Cindy began moaning and mumbling snatches of words
and phrases like these as I once again pushed her up the ladder
towards orgasm.

	Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as much
of her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to spend a little time
at her clit and a little time probing the opening of her little piss
hole right at the top of her vaginal opening. Within moments, it
seemed, though it must have been about four minutes or so, she was at
the edge of a mind shattering g-spot orgasm. I suddenly felt the
inside of her pussy clamp down hard on my fingers just as her piss
hole began to push itself inside out, opening wide and spurting a jet
of womanly fluid into my waiting mouth. I clamped my mouth over the
opening and continued to work her g-spot, milking her of her come, not
a drop of which escaped me. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque
fluid streamed past my lips. This was a taste I had missed, and once
again I nearly wept at the memories it brought back. I drank greedily,
like a hungry newborn at its mother's breast. Working her pussy until
I had drained her dry, I slowly removed my fingers from her still
weakly clenching vagina and licked off the thick coating of her
lubricant which had accumulated on them. Giving her pussy a last,
lingering, sucking, kiss, I moved from between her legs to lay beside
her panting form on the bed. I placed my hand over her pubic mound and
gently massaged the entire area.

	"I take it that you have never had your g-spot probed?"

	Still catching her breath, she managed both a smile and a
comment," You can say that again. Jim, I've read about the g-spot, but
reading and experiencing are two different things. For just a moment I
thought I was pissing into your mouth, but I was too far gone to care.
I didn't piss on you, did I?"

	I laughed. "No, you didn't piss on me. You came. You
ejaculated, to use the clinical term. Not every woman can do that.
Lana could, and I didn't know if you could or not. You can have a g-
spot orgasm without shooting your come, but I was hoping you would be
a shooter. I just can't get enough of that stuff."

	She rolled onto her side facing me and began to lick the
excess pussy juices from my face, finishing with a long, deep kiss.

	"Now it's your turn," she said, smiling mischievously.

	"You don't have to do this you know," I said, not wanting to
make her feel like I had gone down on her with quid pro quo in mind.
"I'd be perfectly happy just to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours."

	But she was already arranging herself on the bed, positioning
her head over my crotch, her eyes taking in the size of my throbbing
erection. She turned her head to look up at me and she smiled.

	"I want to. I never said I didn't enjoy giving Bob head, I
just said I wanted him to give me some too. You're not forcing me to
do anything, and believe me, if I didn't want to, nothing could make
me suck this monster of yours," she laughed.

	Turning back to my cock, she planted a warm, wet, kiss right
on the head, letting her tongue run around the smooth surface and
collecting the shiny dab of pre-come which had collected at the tip.
She let the head of my cock slide between her lips and worked her
tongue into the pisshole. She grasped and stroked my shaft with one
hand while her other softly caressed my balls.

	Lifting her mouth off my cockhead for a moment, she adjusted
her position so that she was kneeling between my legs. Then, grasping
the base of my cock just below my balls firmly in her right hand, she
pointed the shaft straight up at her mouth and began one of the most
fantastic blowjobs I have ever received.

	I groaned as I felt her warm, wet, mouth slide back over the
head of my cock. She stopped there for a moment, scrubbing the smooth
surface with her tongue, allowing saliva to accumulate until it was
escaping her lips and running down the length of my shaft. Using her
spit as a lubricant, she began to take more and more of my cock in her
mouth, working it in with short but slow strokes.

	I watched in fascination as more and more of my manhood
disappeared. Soon, I felt the head of my ten inch dick touch the soft
flesh at the back of her mouth and I saw her change the angle of her
head and neck slightly. I guessed what was coming next, but it still
didn't prepare me for the sensation I was about to experience for the
first time. Lana had never taken my entire shaft in her mouth. She
just hadn't been able to do it, no matter how she tried. I hadn't
minded, of course, because the other things we did to each other were
so pleasurable. Still, I had always wondered how it would feel to have
a woman swallow my cock to the root. I was swiftly finding out.

	She didn't pause once she began the final descent over my
cock. I felt the head of my shaft pass the back of her mouth and
slide, seemingly without effort, into her throat. I could just make
out the outline of my cock as its head entered her neck. Soon, her
face was pressed against my pubic bone and she held it there, her
tongue, lips, and throat muscles working together to cause shockwaves
of pleasure to race through my nervous system.

	Needing to come up for air, she slowly slid back up the shaft
until the head popped out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva
connecting it to her glistening lips. She looked up at me with a
shit-eating grin on her face; "Did you like that?"

	Not waiting for any reply, she confidently returned the head
of my cock to her mouth swallowed my entire length in one, long,
smooth, stroke. She was in no hurry about it, her strokes were each
exactly alike. Long smooth descent, pause at the bottom while her
throat muscles worked the head and shaft of my cock, long, slow ride
back to the top until only the head of my throbbing member remained in
her hot oral cavity. I don't know how I stood it for as long as I did,
but it seemed that the pleasure went on for some time before I felt
the pressure in my balls building up to the exploding point. She
sensed this too, because she suddenly pulled her mouth off my cock and
sat up on the bed, her hands still holding and stroking my shaft,
shiny with her spit.

	"I want you to come in my throat and in my mouth, Jim. I want
you to fuck my face."

	Once again she did not wait for my response, but quickly moved
to the edge of the bed and sat up, her feet dangling over the side. It
took a moment for the import of her actions to get through the lust
fogging my brain, but eventually I figured it out and got off the bed,
moving to stand with my cock suspended like a thick, fleshy sword in
front her face. She grasped my shaft with both hands and pulled it to
her mouth, which opened wide to accommodate the massive head of my
cock. She was leaning forward slightly, thus creating a straight tube
out of her mouth and throat. Cindy reached her arms around my hips and
pulled me in all the way without hesitation; my balls resting lightly
against her chin as I penetrated her to the base of my cock. Her face
was buried in my crotch and she pressed her lips hard against my pubic
bone, her throat and tongue working me over all the while. She moved
her head from side to side like a dog playing with a slipper and wet,
sloppy sounds were coming from the junction of our bodies.

	I didn't know how she was able to stay down so long without
coming up for air. It seemed like an eternity before she began to pull
back, revealing the shiny, spit coated shaft of my cock as it emerged
little by little from her oral cavity. She grasped it by the base as
she removed it completely, once again remaining connected by a thick
strand of saliva. She looked up at me with a smile, once more.

	"Now, Jim. When I take you in this time, you are to stroke
your cock in and out of my throat just like you would if you were
fucking my pussy. I'm going to be playing with my clit and if I'm
lucky, we'll both come. Bob and I do this all the time and I usually
reach orgasm right about the time he shoots his load. Don't worry
about how I'm doing, just concentrate on your own feelings, o.k.?"

	Without waiting for a response from me, she pulled my now
nearly aching member back into her waiting, willing, mouth and
swallowed it once more. True to her word, I noted that one of her
hands had buried itself in her crotch, her fingers working her pussy
in time to the gentle stroking I was giving her mouth.

	I took her head in my hands and started a slow, in and out
fucking motion, not wanting to start to fast, enjoying the sensation
of having my entire ten inches engulfed on each pass in and out of her
sexy mouth. Pretty soon, though, my lust took over and I began to
stroke faster, which caused her to speed up her clit stroking as well.
Now she was groaning, as was I, and her groans caused vibrations to
move up and down my cock, adding to my pleasure. Saliva was running
from both corners of her mouth and dripping down onto her tits,
leaving a shiny trail between them.

	I felt my balls start to tighten and I knew that my orgasm was
close at hand. It had been a month or more since I had jerked off
last, so I knew that this was going to be a real blast when it came.
She sensed my closeness to climax as well and she provided one final
trick to bring me over the edge. Using the ample lubricant provided by
the saliva leaking from her tightly stretched lips, she thoroughly
coated the index finger of her right hand and proceeded to push that
finger past the portal of my anal sphincter, gradually working it deep
inside my rectum until she found what she was seeking.

	My pleasure had increased as I felt her slide that wet finger
into my ass, but I stayed in control until she found the pleasure
button buried deep inside that forbidden passage. At the first
pressure of her finger on my prostate, I slammed my cock deep into her
throat and began to come; great spurts of hot, thick sperm gushing
down her throat. I could see her throat muscles working to swallow the
load. I pulled back to give her a taste as her mouth continued to work
me over. She was coming too, her left hand a blur as she stroked her
clit. She had pulled her finger from my ass and was using her right
hand to stroke more sperm from my cock as her mouth continued to
receive blast after blast of my frothy produce. As our orgasms began
to subside, I slid my still erect cock into her throat one last time,
letting her swallowing action milk the last drops of semen from my
rapidly emptying balls.

	"That was incredible, Cindy," was all I could manage as my now
softening cock plopped from her mouth. I flopped back on the bed,
temporarily spent by my powerful climax. "Thank you."

	"You're welcome," she said as she licked a few stray drops of
come from her lips and crawled up to join me on the bed. "Still want
to fuck me, or did I wear you out?"

	I recognized the playful, teasing tone in her voice and
responded in kind.

	"Just give me a minute and I'll give you all the pussy
pounding you can stand. Remember, you're talking to a guy who cock
hasn't seen the inside of a pussy for over a year."

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Love Thy Neighbor (MF, cheat) [2/2]
Date: 9 Nov 1995 23:34:19 GMT

			  Love Thy Neighbor
			       Part Two

	I got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to get us each
something to drink. As I was getting a couple of cold ones from the
fridge I reflected on what had just transpired. Reflected in some
disbelief. I had just exchanged oral orgasms with the wife of a
friend. Not a good friend, but a friend none the less. Guilt? I was
feeling some.

	The next moment I was feeling something else. A warm,
definitely female, body pressed against my back and two arms reaching
around my front to take possession of my cock and balls with gentle
hands. My cock was almost instantly erect. Rational thought quickly
fled as Cindy's nimble fingers swiftly stroked my ten incher to its
throbbing fullness.

	"I got lonely and thought I'd see what you were up to," Cindy
giggled, continuing to caress my cock and balls.

	"Mmmm, I'm glad. I like what you're doing, but I've got a
better idea," I replied, setting the soda cans on the counter and
momentarily disengaging myself from her pleasurable embrace.

	I turned to face her, planting a long kiss on her upturned
mouth. "Let's do it right here, right now," I said breaking the kiss.
She responded by moving to the counter and leaning over it, presenting
me with a great view of her ass and the pouting pussy my cock was so
eager to enter.

	And, applying a little spit to the head of my sex sword, I
notched it between those slick, newly shaven pussy lips and inserted
the whole thing in one long stroke. Cindy groaned with pleasure as she
felt the last inch push home. She ground her hips against my belly in
a slow, sensuous circle. Man... that pussy felt great as she gripped
my cock, using her interior vaginal muscles to work my more sensitive
surfaces. Having gone without for so long, you might expect that I
came close to shooting right on the spot. Amazingly enough, though it
felt great, I knew that I was going to last a long time, probably
thanks to the terrific blow job I'd just enjoyed. I settled down to a
nice, easy stroke and prepared to go the distance. Cindy had other
ideas.

	"C'mon Jim, fuck me harder. My pussy's like a firecracker and
its gonna blow any second!"

	Grabbing her hips, I increased my pace and began slamming my
cock to the depths of her soaking wet cunt as hard as I could. She
helped, pushing back as hard as she could as I stroked to her depths.
We were both breathing in grunts and squishing, slapping noises filled
the kitchen. I lubed her asshole with some butter from the kitchen
counter and started finger fucking her back door, eventually working
two fingers all the way to the last knuckle. With my fingers buried in
her ass, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her tight, hot,
pussy. It felt good to stroke myself while I was stuffed in her to the
balls. She was loving every minute of it. She had one hand between her
legs stroking her clit for all she was worth, occasionally reaching
back to stroke my slick, wet, cock as I continued to plumb her depths.
We were blind to everything around us, concentrated on our individual
and combined pleasure, fucking for all we were worth. Cindy was coming
continuously, her contractions pushing me rapidly toward my own
climax.

	That's why neither of us noticed when Bob entered the room. I
noticed when the gun went off and Cindy's head exploded in a shower of
blood, bone fragments, hair, and brains just as I was blowing my load
into her spasming pussy, her death throes nearly cutting off my cock
at the base. I fell back to the floor, my dick still spewing its milky
white discharge, as I saw bob struggling with the action on his
shotgun, which fortunately for me, had jammed. Rolling to my feet, I
charged him, grabbing the gun and pushing him back against the stove.
I blocked his attempt to knee me in the balls and pulling him off
balance I threw him to the floor, getting the gun from his grasp in
the process.

	He lay there, in the middle of the rapidly growing pool of
hot, sticky, blood still gushing from Cindy's twitching, headless,
corpse. He began to sob, his entire body shaking. I was nearly into
shock myself from the sudden, deadly, events of the past few seconds.
I did manage to dial 911, however, and summoned the police. I
considered myself lucky that Bob had decided to off his wife first and
then me, rather than the other way around.

	Bob is doing ten years for first degree manslaughter, after
which I have no doubt that he will come after me. I had a hard time
explaining what happened to my kids, not to mention the neighbors, and
I think that we are going to have to leave town because of the
publicity. Even in the 90s, it's still not acceptable to get caught
banging another man's wife. And that, I suppose is the moral to this
story: Love thy neighbor, but don't get caught.