Dennis Carlisle - Family affair

That was the way it used to be, she reflected bitterly, staring into her empty coffee cup.

But now, Bret always seemed too busy, always seemed to be running and the modicum of affection he gave her, even his nightly bouts of fucking, were not enough to keep her happy. She needed something more, something more exciting. Something exotic, arousing, forbidden.

She thought of her son and smiled secretly to herself.

She thought of Mr. Andrew Lane and shivered involuntarily, pressing her thighs together, knowing exactly what she would do.

Andrew Lane worked in advertising. His wife June had been a high fashion model before her marriage and that evening, as Lois stood talking to her new neighbor with a drink clutched in her hand, she couldn't help but notice that her husband Bret wasn't able to keep his eyes off Andrew's wife.

But, at the same time, she sort of flipped out for Andrew. "Andy," he had insisted, looking at her and smiling broadly. Lois felt that she had a crush, a girlish infatuation for the handsome granite-faced man.

He reminded her of a movie actor, one of her favorites. There was something of the frontier hero in him, as if he should have been a gunfighter or a law-enforcing sheriff in a Western town. He walked like a panther, all svelte and muscled, slinking around with amazing grace and poise. In fact, Lois felt that Andy Lane radiated sexuality and she began to wonder what it might be like to go to bed with him. The thought lodged in her brain and began to nag her.

And the more she looked at him, the more physically aroused she became. Something was happening to her, she realized. Ever since the morning before, when she had done all those things with the two plumbers, Monroe and Tony, Lois felt that she had somehow changed, somehow crossed over an invisible boundary line. Now, she knew she couldn't go back; she couldn't return to being the chaste and staid Mrs. Bret Baxter, beloved wife and mother of two.

She looked at Andy with unabashed lust, having no control – or desire to control – over her feelings. When her drink was empty she disappeared into the kitchen to fix herself another. The first had already gone to her head and she was leaning against the sink counter, fantasizing and dreamy-eyed, when Andy Lane came through the swinging shutter doors.

She turned around and caught him staring at her ass. Lois turned red, suddenly embarrassed, but secretly pleased that her new neighbor had already begun to show interest, especially in her body. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, looking as if he was mentally undressing her.

He wore an open-necked shirt that showed the muscles on his chest. It was tapered and highly fashioned, clinging to him tightly. Lois saw how the man's muscles rippled and how firm and well-proportioned he was. And when she glanced down, she could see a promising loose bulge resting against one thigh.

She wondered how big Andy Lane's cock was and she blushed even more, ashamed of herself for thinking such wicked thoughts. "I'm so glad we're neighbors," she finally said, looking up and into his eyes, two dark blue eyes which seemed to pierce her, to drill into her thoughts as if to discover what she really and truly felt about things and perhaps him in particular.

"I think you and your husband are going to end up being good friends of ours," he replied.

"We'd love to have you over for dinner. How about sometime next week?" Lois said hurriedly, wondering if he was going to leave her standing there, alone with her thoughts and unexpressed physical desires.

"I'm sure June would really enjoy that," he told her in a deep throaty voice that made her knees weak.

Despite herself, Lois could feel something happening to her. Her loins seemed to be getting hotter and something itched and tingled, burning slightly inside her pussy. She believed that she was actually getting so turned on as to be unable to control herself or realize what she was saying.

Holding her drink in one hand, she suddenly began to shake. She felt nervous and uncomfortable and incredibly aroused, all at once. And as she stood there, wondering what she should do or say next, she sort of tipped her hand and the drink spilled over, splashing over the front of Andy's trousers.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. That was awfully clumsy of me," she told him, apologizing and ashamed of herself for being so graceless. She grabbed a napkin off the counter and bent down, wiping the front of his pants in an effort to get up some of the fast-spreading liquid. It was already staining his lap and she rubbed briskly, feeling awkward and confused.

And then, the strangest thing happened.

The more she rubbed against his trousers, the more excited she became. Lois began to realize what she was doing, but it was already too late to stop or make amends. Besides, she just didn't want to put a halt to her fumbling caresses.

Andy Lane stood with his legs spread apart, saying nothing to her. But as Lois stared at the man's crotch which faced her at eye-level, she saw the loose bulge along one thigh coming alive. She kept rubbing, secretly wishing to feel what it was like. She wondered if he knew what she was doing, for he kept quiet, breathing deeply.

Shit, he's m-a-n, she thought to herself, gathering her courage and suddenly pressing her fingers flat against the mound which bulged out of his trousers. Lois stifled a gasp of pleasure and delight as she felt the outline of his cock.

Andy had an erection, but it was no ordinary hard-on.

It thrust forward along his leg, reaching almost all of the way down to his knee. She just couldn't believe it was real, for it seemed twice as big as her husband's penis and much, much thicker.

No one has small cocks anymore, she said to herself, drunk and giddy and feeling wonderfully excited.

She thought of Tony and Monroe, shivered slightly and then turned her attentions back to Andy Lane. Feeling the liquor moving inside her system, she didn't get to her feet. Instead, she stayed crouched down in front of her new neighbor, making little motions with the damp napkin, really feeling him up.

Suddenly, he asked, "Does it excite you, Lois?"

She jerked her head up, incredibly embarrassed. Her face turned red and slowly, she got to her feet. But she still looked down to where the man's huge thing pulsed and throbbed inside his pants. Lois didn't know what to say and Andy Lane took her by the arm and led her to the back of the kitchen.

He opened the door to the basement and she walked down the stairs, staggering, half-blind in the dim incandescent light. Her heart was racing wildly and she didn't know what to do or what to expect. When they got downstairs, Andy led her to an old foam rubber couch against one of the room's knotty-pine paneled walls.

She sat down and as soon as her ass touched the seat cushion, he reached over and took her in his arms. Suddenly she was weak, unable to hold back any longer. She looked at him as he held her in his embrace, radiating tremendous virility and hyper-sexuality.

Andy leaned forward and Lois kept her eyes closed until she felt the man's thick sensuous lips touching her own. At first, the kiss was gentle, subtle and easy, but soon he gripped her more firmly and after a moment or two he became almost fierce, pressing his mouth feverishly against her lips.

Lois responded to his kiss as she had never responded before. And when Andy thrust the tip of his long hot tongue between her lips, she opened them up and let him move inside. His tongue curled around her own, hot and raspy as he licked the insides of her cheeks and kissed her with a warmth and passion that made her feel like a girl again, a young hot-blooded teenager who was like putty in his arms, his to command, to use as he saw fit.

Gently, slowly, even as he kept his mouth against hers, kissing and tongue-fucking her deliciously, Andy's hands moved down off of her shoulders. Lois shivered again as she felt him edging closer and closer to her breasts. And when he touched them, she trembled, feeling the tips of his long strong fingers grazing gently across her heaving and succulent boobs.