David Crane - The newlywed neighbors

"Oooohhh… the usual story. Boss thinks I'm not intelligent enough to think for myself. Hovered over me all day like a mother hen. And of course, he's a complete ass."

"Of course," Niven agreed sweetly, making her eyes sparkle as she turned up one corner of her mouth. She dropped her eyes away from Mark's rugged looking face to see that his cock had swollen and was tenting the cloth of his pants. For a moment, she lost her composure at the massive size of it. God! No wonder Kate wanted it so badly! It looked huge, and in a flash, she pictured herself with her legs spread wide, Mark's thick penis fucking in and out of her like a hard driving machine. She could feel her vagina tingle, and she knew that she had to have that cock in her. Shit, she didn't care anymore about Martin's plan. Getting Mark to fuck her was all that mattered to her now.

"You know," Niven said, holding her glass on the counter, taking her hands away from her chest and offering Mark a totally unhindered view of her shirt-covered breast mounds. "Talking here is really not as much fun as it could be."

"Hmmmmmm?" Mark was still lost in the trance her totally shameless beauty cast over his slightly liquor dimmed mind.

"Well… I don't live too far from here. Right across the street, as a matter of fact. Suppose we take a little walk and get to know each other a little better."

"Across the street?" Mark said, blinking his eyes several times to clear his head. That was really nice. There was only one apartment building on the whole block, and it would be nice to have this cunt living right in his own building. That would really give Kate something to think about.

"Sure. Come on," Niven said, slipping from her stool. "I feel a lot more comfortable in my own place."

She started to walk out the door, and Mark, after finishing his drink, hurried after her. The bar tender watched them with increasing interest. That blonde pussy really knew how to get what she wanted, almost as though she had been planning this. If there was anything the bartender liked, it was women who knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to go out and get it. Women's Lib had done some pretty stupid things, but thank God for things like that!

Mark followed behind Niven, watching her ass sway from side to side.

Her hips moved with incredible grace, and her jeans, so tight that they looked as though they were painted on, moved with her. He focused on the delightful-looking crack of her firm-fleshed buttocks, seeing that they were firm and hard. In the back of his mind he remembered that he was a married man and should just tell this cunt that. With all the problems he was having with Kate, he sensed that the last thing he needed to do was add to them. He even toyed with the idea that he would just go to Niven's apartment and talk. In fact, as they entered the building, he had convinced himself that that was exactly what was going to happen. He would just talk to her. She seemed like the kind of person who would understand what had happened to him. He wondered if he had told her that he was married, but he couldn't remember. Well, he would just start off the conversation by telling her that his wife didn't understand him. At least then, she would see that he was married, and would know why he wouldn't fuck her.

God! His cock was spasming again. He stood next to her in the elevator, not noticing which button she had pushed. While she didn't have her arm around him, she was still standing so close to him that she seemed to want to blend into his body. The softness and warmth of her flesh was clearly transmitted to him through her several layers of clothing, making him wish that he wasn't married. Yes, fucking her would be really something.

He was shocked when the elevator doors opened and he found that he was on his own floor. A wave of guilt washed over him, and he nervously looked down both ends of the halls, checking to see if his wife was out. She wasn't, but he could almost feel her presence as he walked past his apartment door.

His shock and guilt increased when he noticed that Niven had stopped at the door right next to his own. Having her live in the same building was nice… but right next door? For a moment he thought that perhaps he should just tell her to forget the whole thing. He was about to when she opened up her door and motioned him in.

"Just make yourself at home," she said, setting her keys down on a small table. "Can I get you something to drink? It's cheaper here than across the street, and a lot nicer."

"Niven…" Mark said, smiling, trying to say something that would make her realize that things had gone a little too far already. If he weren't so close to his own apartment, he wouldn't have felt so jumpy, but this was too much of a coincidence. Having a nice looking ready to fuck woman like Niven just on the other side of his walls was really asking for trouble, and while Mark didn't mind excitement, this was really stretching things far. Kate would definitely find out about Niven. There was no way he would be able to hide anything he did.

Better to cut it off right here and now.

But Niven either didn't hear him or didn't want to. Mark took a seat on her couch and watched her as she went into the kitchen to pour the both of them a drink. Just looking at her move in her cat-like way weakened his resolve, and he decided that he would just play the thing out.

After all, she could come on to him all she wanted, but he was certain that he could resist.

His cock was really painfully swollen in his pants, and he knew that once he had bowed out gracefully from this situation, he would swallow all his pride and fuck the living daylights out of Kate. At least then, maybe things would work out between them. That had been the cause of their problems… his thinking that he didn't have enough time to fuck her this morning. He almost laughed as he thought of what his wife would say if she caught him fucking another woman after what had happened today.

"What's so funny, love?" Niven said as she took a seat next to him on the couch. Mark was pleasantly drunk, and thinking about his wife had occupied his mind enough so that he hadn't really paid too much attention to Niven's leaning forward.

"Oooohhh… nothing," he told her as he took the drink she offered.

Niven sipped on hers and decided that things were moving just a little too slow. Martin had told her that being the least bit subtle was totally unnecessary. He had told her to pull all the stops and not worry about the consequences. Up to this point she had been keeping to the form and playing the game, but Mark was in her apartment now, and he appeared to be just a little apprehensive. She sensed that he was also slightly uncomfortable being so close to his own apartment, even though for some reason he hadn't told her that he lived right next door. There was no way he could know that she already knew that, so she assumed that he was just waiting for a good time to tell her.

And she wasn't going to let him do that. She had been on the attack ever since she had sat next to him in the bar, and she wasn't going to let up now.

The slightly drunk husband drank from his glass, feeling as though he were regaining control of himself. Now that he was so close to his own apartment, he could tell Niven that this little game had to come to an end. Damn, he thought to himself. If only she lived on another street.

Having the proverbial "other woman" not only living in the same building but living in the next apartment was really asking for trouble. The time had come to level with Niven here and now.

But as this thought flashed to his mind, he found himself staring at the beaming face of Niven, at the all-encompassing sex that seemed to drip from every inch of her luscious skin, the full rich softness of her firm, high breasts. Shit! He'd like to tweak her nipples into erection, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around with his tongue.