Jennifer Collier: Some Very Lovable Neighbors

By the time they reached the Salmon Creek turnoff, Adie was happier than ever. The liquor had soothed her into a mellow effervescence. As they approached the redwood cabin, she recognized the Ford in front as Jack's and hers, and with a squeal, she said: "Are we there, Bob? Oh, is that the cabin? It's lovely!"

Mason had to laugh at her impassioned words, and was tempted to reach over and squeeze her leg again; but he remembered her rather negative reaction to his familiar attempt earlier, and decided against it. He drove up next to the Ford, and shut off the quiet engine and stepped out. The sand was noiseless under his feet. He shut his door as quietly as he could, and Adie latched the passenger door with feminine grace, making not a sound.

Perfect, he thought, perfect. Now if everything was as planned…

Adie impulsively locked her arm with his as they walked to the cabin.

"They must be inside," she said. They walked to the front window and she peered in. "Oh, this is perfect, Bob. It really looks comfortable inside. But I don't see Jack and Sue."

"Oh, they're around somewhere," Mason answered, his face slightly frowning as though he was somewhat worried. "The cars are here." Then he turned and smiled. "Perhaps they took a walk down to the beach."

Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Mason's and Adie's ears. It seemed to be coming from around to the rear of the cabin.

"Oh God, Sue, you fuck like Aphrodite personified!"

Adie froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude, lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned to Mason. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel. "Wha-what was that?" she managed.

"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like Jack!" he whispered.

Mason, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Adie's tender hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"

"But Bob, I -"

They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a woman's lips. Adie couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Sue Mason's!

"Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Jack! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss me! Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhh …!"

Adie was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Bob Mason. She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility – but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the iron-clad vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Mason's strength too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings growing louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct.

"You like fucking me, don't you, Jack?"

"Yes, God, I like it. I love it! Your pussy is like some magic perfume of the Gods, sweet, so sweet!"

"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me."

There was silence for a moment, and Adie heard the rustling of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man – no longer just a man, but her Jack, her husband! – turned to do as bid.

Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's infidelity so callously at hand, Adie let Mason take her to the rear wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she peered onto the sandy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance, and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, the outrageous deflation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly, she turned and buried her now tear-streaked face into the comforting broadness of Mason's chest.

"Oh, no… no, no, it can't be! Not my Jack!" she moaned, her sounds of anguish muffled by Mason's body. "I don't believe it!"

What she had so briefly seen was Jack and Sue Mason locked in the ageold embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy beach towel, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's pubic area. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the wet, lewd sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the salty air.

Bob Mason maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his wife moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock sawing between her lips, as he saw Jack's wildly bobbing head tear into the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his cock harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Adie, feeling her lithe, firm curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, strip the few wisps of clothes off between them and join the couple on the large towel. But he knew women well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Adie turned into anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant mate and abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.

"I don't believe it!" she gasped again.

Mason smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively.

"It's true, Adie. I'm afraid it's true."

She shuddered. "They're acting like… animals!" She tried to blank out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on the picture of Jack and Sue in their perverted pose. How could he do such a thing? She remembered the previous night, when he had tried to push his head down on her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him.

And now he was doing that to another woman…

Almost hypnotically, Adie turned and saw again the fantastic sight before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Sue was at a fever pitch, her ovalled mouth straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping between her cheeks, and as Adie watched, Sue let the cock bury itself all the way up to Jack's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to view. My God! thought Adie, through her horror, Sue must surely choke with all of him in her throat that way.

Adie sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread Sue's fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her vagina as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Jack dropped his head again, and Sue's writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Jack's head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.

Involuntarily, subconsciously, Adie found herself beginning to yaw with Sue's undulations as Jack continued to lick the woman's crotch. "I can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic movements of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and stop them!"

"No," he said.

"But you can't… that's your wife, and… we must stop them!" Her words were a jumble of incoherency, almost idiot's babbling. Mason knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple and looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed eyes.

"No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level-headed about this."