Frank Markser - The Next Door Couple

“Joan, all I can tell you, is that sex can also be beautiful with someone you are not in love with,” Sara said patiently. “I’ve been fucked by a dozen different men in the past four months and it was wonderful… but there was never a chance of falling in love with any of them.”

“I don’t know, Aunt Sara! I wouldn’t like it, but I don’t think I’d stop loving John if he had another woman.” She thought for a second, her hand resting on the car handle, then added. “That’s if he didn’t care anything about her.”

“See what I mean? Now that’s the first step to true sexual liberation.” Laughingly, Sara opened her door and was halfway out of the car before Joan answered.

“Yes… I see… I really do… but I don’t know…”

“I only need one bag for now. We’ll leave the rest for John to bring in when he comes home,” Sara said abruptly taking command and walking up to the house.

After the prolonged conversation about liberation with Aunt Sara on the trip home from the airport, Joan felt mentally exhausted. She needed to relax before John came home so, turning to the older woman, she said, “Why don’t you rest until John gets home. I'm going to get a hot shower and change clothes.”

“Oh darling, I don’t need to rest, but I do need a hot bath myself.” She turned toward the den and added, “Don’t you have a bar in here?”

“I’m sorry, Aunt Sara, I’m a terrible hostess,” Joan said as she went to the bar. “I bet you can use a drink after that trip. What would you like?”

“Please, honey, let me do it. You go ahead and get your shower. I can find the guest room myself.”

Joan kissed her raven-haired aunt on the cheek and hugged her, saying, “Thanks. You’re very sweet and kind. See you in about an hour.”

“Two minutes later, the naked young blonde was in the shower. The hot sting of the needle-like spray soothed her confusion, and her mixed-up thoughts suddenly congealed. All this time I thought we were really liberated… but now I know better. We’ve been so snug in our happiness with each other, we’ve never tried anything new. I wonder if John ever thinks about trying group sex… or wife swapping? I think I’ll just ask him one day… but what if we don’t like it? What happens then?

She wished she’d brought a drink for herself into the bathroom, because now she was thirsty and felt the need of a drink to calm her nerves. As a result she cut her shower short.

Quickly, she dressed in a sensual curve-clinging white jumpsuit, silver thong sandals and tied her long blonde hair back with a lime green chiffon scarf. She was just mixing a vodka martini when Sara returned to the den.

“Wowee,” the older woman chortled, “You look stunning, darling. I can see why John has never thought of another woman.”

“Thank you,” she dimpled and made a quick curtsy. “You look fantastic, too.” She wasn’t exaggerating, the young wife thought as she saw the revealing gown her aunt had changed to. She was wearing a black hostess gown that was as tight as a second skin. The top was slit to the waist and the soft white flesh of her youthful breasts was spilling out. The skirt was slit up the side almost to the upper thigh, and the sides were inset with three inches of lace that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. And it was all too obvious that there was nothing underneath the gown… not even a pair of panties.

“This is my turn-on dress, darling. I always wear it when I want to impress someone.”

“But, you don’t have to impress John!”

“I know, but for him, I just want to be remembered.”

“You will… you will,” Joan laughed, not a thread of jealousy in her body.

A key turned in the front door and both women looked at each other, then turned to face the doorway. John stepped in the open door and said, “Jesus! Am I in the right house?”

“You sure are, lover,” Joan moved toward him, kissed him passionately and then turned back. “You remember Aunt Sara, of course.”

"I should, but, if that’s Sara, then I’m Uncle Fudd.”

Laughing gaily, Sara ran to him like a young school girl, “Lover, you’re an angel, but I am your old aunt.”

They hugged and then she kissed him on the lips, giving the handsome young husband the surprise of his life. It actually felt good… her lips so sensually parted, and soft and warm… and… oh-oh! He

felt his penis restlessly stirring in his pants. Quickly, and without looking at his wife, went to the bar where, with his back to the room, filled the martini shaker while mentally forcing his beginning erection to die. Shit, he was going to have to watch that! It was no good to get too close to Sara again, not in that outfit, anyway!

“What have you girls been doing?” he asked casually, as he turned toward the now-seated woman and went to sit beside Joan.

“We had quite an enlightening conversation,” Sara had a look of purpose in her eyes. “Joan will have to tell you about it later.”

“Ohhhh… sounds suspicious to me.”

“Not suspicious, but educational,” Sara continued.

“It was nothing, darling. I’ll tell you later,” the blonde wife replied.

“I’m curious now. Tell me.”

“Aunt Sara just thinks that we’re not as sexually liberated as we thought we were.”

“Well, how does she know, having never gone to bed with us.” His tone abruptly changed from light banter to defensiveness. He didn’t like this kind of conversation.

Some of the fellows he knew had been trying to convert him to the kinky things young people were involved in, but he wasn’t interested.

“Darling,” Sara interrupted, “I don’t have to go to bed with you, but if that’s an invitation, I accept. To be liberated is to be free… free to do anything… and everything. Have you and Joan tried wife-swapping… or group sex… or even homosexuality?”

“You gotta be kidding, Sara,” John was actually shocked, then he added. “We don’t need depraved sex like that! We have each other… that’s all we need.”

“Then, all I’m saying is that you’re not liberated.

Joan sat quietly, letting John discuss it with her aunt while she took in every word he said. She listened to his reasoning, and then suddenly, she saw a strange light of interest in his eyes as she heard Sara say, “All right. Granted you think you’re well-adjusted. But how do you really know? You just got through saying you’ve never been to bed with another woman. Why don’t you try it once at least, and then you’ll have some basis for

comparison.”

“I don’t know,” he shook his head, “I think sometimes it’s better to leave, well enough alone.”

“That just proves that you are a nice lovable square after all,” the seductive older woman smiled in triumph and held up her empty cocktail glass for another drink.

“I’ll get it. Aunt Sara,” Joan said; jumping up and taking the glass. She was halfway to the bar when she heard the sensually alluring widow say, “I’ll volunteer to be the other woman, John, if you’re interested.”

Joan was just about to speak up, when she heard her handsome husband respond, “You’re really some put-on. I bet if I took you up on it, you’d run like hell. All of which is beside the point. I’m only interested in one woman… and that’s Joan.”

“Thanks, darling,” his lovely blonde wife said, “Now really, both of you, what do you say we change the subject? Hmmm? Let’s discuss something of importance for a change.”

The discussion was obviously ended for the moment, as the sleek dark-haired widow sat back she was already planning how she could help these young people find out about the wonders of “liberated” sex while she was in their home.