David Crane - The newlywed neighbors

He began to saw in and out of her, loving the way she thrust back against him as he plunged to enter, and thrilling to the way she tightened as he pulled out. Not even his own wife, his own sexual creation, had been this skillful, and Mark felt himself possessing a new and vibrant vitality. He had lost none of his own skill… a skill that had made him very popular with a lot of women at his college before he had met Kate.

His hands reached forward to squeeze the ripe melons of her breasts hanging enticingly from her gently undulating body. He rubbed the hardening buds of her nipples, running them between his fingers, making her shriek with pleasure. In the back of his mind, something warned him that his wife would be able to hear her shrieking, and think that something was happening to her, but he quickly put that thought out of his mind. There was no way his wife could possibly know that he was fucking Niven. There was no one in the entire world for the cheating newly married young husband for Niven now. No one… NO ONE could possibly derive as much pleasure from fucking as Niven was right now, and her enthusiasm was transmitted to him, making him experience more pleasure than he would have dreamed possible.

The heated pressure in his body was building up to a fever pitch, and his furiously deep pumping increased in velocity. Their bodies were bucking soundly against each other, jerking and twisting and gyrating and merging as one.

"God… Niven… that's it… fuck back… fuck back hard… move that ass of yours…" he gasped, his face a sweating mask of lust and passion, his head flailing from side to side.

"Oooohhh… you… feel… soooooooo gooooooooodddd… inside… me…!" Niven panted, her body cavorting with paroxysms of pleasure. "I'm going to cum… I'm cumming… cumming… almost there… there… I'm… I'm… there… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

And Niven was cumming, her buttocks waving like a flag in the wind, the force of her spasms jerking his penis unbearably. Her mouth was uttering incoherent mumbles, and her shrieks were as wild and unabashed as the rest of her vibrant way of thinking, but Mark didn't have time to consider any of this, because he was cumming too. A deep, harsh strangled moan escaped his throat as he pounded his hips against Niven's thrashing buttocks with the power of a jackhammer, and he moaned again and again as he felt the first rumblings of his seething sperm escape the darkness of his balls and rush headlong like molten lava into the depths of her milking vagina. Stream after stream, like a flooding unending river, entered her cunt from the throbbing tube of his penis, filling the hot, slippery canal of her thirsting pussy.

"Keep… fucking… back… fuck back… fuck back!" he hissed, his voice hoarse with the lust he felt. Finally, though, it was all over for him, and he noticed, with disappointment, the last dregs of his cum-juice being drained from him. Finally he was satiated, and they lay against each other, his penis deflated and flaccid, both panting, their commingled juices flowing from Niven's pussy lips and staining the carpet below her.

As he lay there, Mark found that he was now able to think clearly… more clearly than he had been able since he had walked out of his next-door apartment. All his frustration and lust had been spent, allowing his mind to dwell on what had just taken place.

My God! I've just fucked another woman… a woman who is not my wife!!!

Even though he realized that she had all but raped him, he knew that he should have managed to keep himself under control. When he had made his marriage vows, he had truly meant them, and here, at the first chance he had had, he had merely cast them aside in favor of a few moments of pleasure. No matter how seductive Niven had been, there was no real reason for him to weaken as he had. He had married his wife because he loved her, and trying to hide from their problems by running out, getting drunk and fucking another woman wouldn't solve anything.

In fact, since Niven was his next-door neighbor, it would only make things worse. Meeting this lovely young blonde woman again was inevitable, and he wondered how he could look her in the face. She had been nothing but a vent for his lust. That was all she was to him, and he didn't know how he would be able to tell her that… not after what they had just done!

He heard Niven stirring next to him, getting her strength back before he did.

"Are you always this quiet after you fuck?" she asked, lifting her naked body up and looking down at him. There was a playful smile on her face, as though she didn't take any of this seriously.

Mark opened his eyes and looked up at her, his face no longer contorted with conflict or arousal, but wrinkled with worry… and a sense of guilt.

"There… there's something I have to tell you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Now that his mind was cleared, he was actually afraid that his wife would hear him through the walls.

"Ooohhh… do you have a disease?" she asked, her voice sounding strangely child-like. For the first time since he had met her, Mark wasn't certain about her age. At first, she had acted and carried herself as though she was his age… college age.

But now he wasn't so sure. She seemed… younger… much younger!

"Uuuuhhh… no. No, Niven, this might come as a shock to you…"

"But you live in this very building?"

Mark opened his mouth in shock. Niven smiled teasingly, remembering that Martin had told her to keep Mark off balance as much as she could without telling him everything.

"How… how did… how did you know?"

Something wasn't right. It hadn't really occurred to him before, but things had fallen into place just a little too easily. Niven had come into the bar right behind him, and she had acted as though he were just more than a casual pick up for her. There had been other men in the bar, but Niven had singled him out. This had all the smell of a set up… but who…? Why…?

"Lucky guess, love," she said, enjoying the conflict that was evident in his face. She came to a standing position and held herself over him as he remained on the floor. Like most people, Mark felt a little funny now about being naked in front of a near stranger, especially since he had just fucked her. But Niven was prancing around as though she were wearing a nun's habit. Clothes or no clothes were both the same to her, and it placed her in the superior position of command, as she had been all evening.

"I could make some other guesses about you that would really turn that nice brown hair white," she said teasingly as she picked up her glass from where she had set it and began sipping on it.

"Like what?" Mark was getting a little pissed. She was too cock-sure of herself… knowing something that he didn't.

"Well… I'll bet you live right there," she said, pointing to the wall that separated his apartment from hers.

Mark stiffened.

"And I'll guess… you're a newly-wed, and you and your wife have been having a few problems. Hard day at the office indeed."

She was acting as though she were leading him on to something, and Mark finally came to a standing position. He was going to find out what was happening here. He walked threateningly toward Niven, rage beginning to form in his eyes.

"And I would guess that your wife isn't alone right now," she said, timing her information perfectly. Mark stopped dead in his tracks, his teeth gritting. She was playing games with him, and he didn't like games. He liked everything up front so he could deal with it on a rational level.

"Suppose you tell me just what you mean by that," he seethed between his teeth. His hands were clenching and unclenching in tight little balls, and Niven's coy, child-like smile wasn't helping him any.

"I… uh… I don't exactly live alone," Niven said with a flourish of her hands around the apartment. "I have… shall we say, a lover? Martin, and he's a really nice man."