Suzanne Mellows - The neighbor_s pet

"Here, let me put some of this iodine on those scratches," the raven-haired young wife said as he released her and she swabbed the tincture over the bloodied gashes. "It'll only burn for a minute." She finished and looked up at him. "Thank you for everything, darling Jay."

"I-I can't believe it yet!" he blurted.

She stretched up on tiny tip-toes and kissed him. "You remind me of my daddy… and I loved him! You smell like a man, and I love that! I-I only wish…"

"What?"

"Wasn't that the phone…?" he started to say, but then, it rang again. He released her and she went into the bedroom to pick up the decorously tinted unit, while he followed slowly to wait.

"Yes…? Oh. Stan…? You won't? Well, that's all right, darling. Yes… Yesss, I understand," she said, looking toward the big man waiting, her eyes wildly lighting. "And you don't think you'll be home until when…? Maybe two…? Lord, he must be an important representative." She laughed as Jay listened. "No, of course not. That's fine. Okay, darling… see you in the morning sometime. Yes… yes… bye…!"

Jay hadn't moved. He filled the doorway of the bath, watching this enticing, young near-naked creature who had kissed him eagerly, knowing his painfully throbbing cock was thumping like a fire-hose and not giving a damn. He saw his neighbor delicately recradle the telephone and slowly turn to face him with a smile. Finally, she said: "It seems that you and I are without spouses tonight, darling man. Mine just informed me that he would be tied up until the wee hours." Slowly, sensually, she walked toward him. "And I just happen to have two magnificent steaks in the refrigerator. If you would make the martinis, I'll cook the steaks… and later, well, who knows what, later…!"

Stan Wilson was even more handsome by candle-light, Beth ardently reflected as she studied his dark-eyed face expectantly smiling at her across the table. His strong, masculine hand rested caressingly over hers on the white linen of the tablecloth, its virile warmth telegraphing little shivers of anticipated delight along her spine.

They sipped martinis and spoke in low tones, spoke in near-whispers of suggestive moments to come, until the thought of the way she had deceived Jay with the Maggie Gardner story no longer troubled her. After all, husbands had been using the old appointment ruse for years on their helplessly gullible wives… just as Stan had done to Sara this very night. And there was little doubt in her mind but what Jay would resort to it too if he had reason. She had merely beat him to the draw… and she wasn't going to think any more about it! Nothing was about to spoil this beautiful night… though, she wished she had dressed a little more femininely enticing for him. But how could she have known the way things were going to turn out?

She'd chosen the slack suit purposely, remembering what had happened the first time she'd gone into his store. That they would eventually wind up in the little backroom again, the young blonde wife had accurately surmised, but she'd had no intentions of losing her head and letting him make love to her there. The first time, it might've happened had Jay not been on hand, but on this occasion she couldn't let it. She wanted it to be on a plain of its own, not cheap and tawdry, even though she intended it would never go beyond an exciting affair. And it was progressing as enchantedly as she'd hoped… the cocktails, then dinner, and finally, the agreed motel for a few impassioned hours.

God, in the store, his hot kisses had been searing embraces of lustful desire, his big warm hands eagerly smoothing over her tremulous curves. "Damn!" he'd hoarsely whispered, "Why aren't you dressed the way you were the first time…?" She'd laughed teasingly into his face. "I'm no chippy, darling. If you really want me, we do it genteelly… not like something out of one of my husband's rank books…"

And here they sat, each excitedly gazing at the other, the heat of their building passion being transmitted to one another tactilely, visually, and in the suggestive soft tones of their voices. God, it was…! It was going to be heavenly…!

"Are you getting hungry, darling?" he questioned, glancing at his watch, then swallowing from his martini. "Don't misunderstand… I'm not trying to rush it, but I don't know how much longer I can stand the waiting without climbing right over this table!"

Beth tittered, pleased, as he firmly pressured her hand. She supposed that she was actually tormenting him with all of these preliminaries, but no more so than she was herself, and she wanted them both to savor the utmost from this first matchless time. However, his tongue was getting a bit thick from the martinis, and she certainly didn't want him drunk. She could get enough of that at home!

"Well, I'm not too hungry, but I'll make a good try at a lobster," she said, picking up the menu the waiter had left with them.

"I'm hungry enough… but not for food, baby!" he said, a touch of stimulating lewdness in his voice, his dark eyes gleaming.

"Never on an empty stomach, lover," Beth cutely advised. "You'll need all of your stamina, I'm thinking."

"Darn!" he hissed. "You're warping my insides, you beautiful doll! Okay, lobsters it'll be… but let's not linger over them! Another hour like the last one and they'll have to tie me into this chair!"

"All right, tiger," Beth replied, affectionately squeezing his hand, "I get the message… and I love it! Let's just do the unconventional thing?"

"What's that…?"

"Eat and run, darling. I-I can't wait any longer, either…!"

Jay Durke was fumbling behind Stan Wilson's plush little bar like a clumsy gorilla in a mental fog. He still couldn't really believe the way events had smoothly shaped the promising evening before him! Christ, that's what the luscious little doll had said, "… And later… well, who knows what, later…!" Shit, she'd said it all right, "You make the martinis and I'll cook the steaks…" Goddamn… kissing him the way she had… he could almost cum just thinking about it.

Now, she was in there "slipping into something comfy and cozy for him"! Yeah, she'd said that, too, before kissing him on the end of the nose and dancing like an imp down the hall…!

"How're those martinis coming, Daddy?" her girlish voice sang out to him. "Dolly's getting thirsty…!"

"Ready when you are!" he called back in his raucous voice, pouring two into the glasses he had iced.

"Good, why don't you bring me one like a sweet daddy?" she suggested. Then, in a more sensuous voice: "And bring yours, darling… along with the pitcher. We can drink them in here…"

The brawny, philandering husband tightly swallowed. Something in her tone had set off sparks in his already throbbing groin. Christ, he thought, his Goddamned cock was so hard it might rip the front of his pants right out! Bring yours… we can drink them in here… right in her friggin' bedroom! Oh shit… he ought to think of Beth if nothing else! She loved him, poor kid, and here he was on the verge of scoring with their sexy little neighbor… no Goddamned scruples at all, that's what! But it wasn't too late! He could get the hell out of there, pronto…!

"Are you coming, Jay…?" Sara's urgent, soft tones reached him. "I'm waiting…"

Once more, Jay gulped the knot from his throat. "Yeah, be right there, doll," he managed, emptying both cocktail glasses one after the other into his belly, then refilling them. He picked up the tray, took a deep breath and headed for her bedroom.

When he reached the doorway the big, middle-aged husband nearly dropped his delicately balanced burden, catching himself at the last second to merely spill some of the glasses' stimulating contents. He gaped at her in utter disbelief! If he was numbed before, he was absolutely whacked at what he saw lying on the bed before him!