Jennifer Collier: Some Very Lovable Neighbors

The Lincoln's headlights picked up the large, Colonial-style home which they owned. Mason brought the large luxury automobile into the driveway and upward into the spacious two-car garage next to Sue's canary yellow Triumph TR-6, shut off the engine and the lights. He stepped out, zipping himself up, feeling the blood still pounding in his erect cock.

Tease him like that in the car, would she? Well, just wait until they got inside! He'd do a little teasing of his own!

He went around to open the door for Sue, helped her out, and they went into the sprawling, maple-furnished house. Mason switched on the indirect lights in the knotty pine-panelled living room and went to the impressive, well-stocked bar at one end, near the avocado-draped front window. "How about a drink, baby?" he called to Sue.

"Hmm, all right."

"Scotch?"

"No ice, lover," she nodded.

He poured two scotches and brought her one. "Let's go into the bedroom," he smiled teasingly, wrapping his big arm about her slim waist.

She pressed against him. "Will you tell me the plan then?"

"We'll see."

They entered the bedroom and Mason took off his Madras jacket, throwing it over one of the maple chairs near the dresser. Sue undid the two buttons on the front of the shift and slowly, seductively, using her palms and undulating her body rhythmically, she slid the garment down, down along her body until it lay puddled at her feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face as she undressed. She stood there, dressed now only in bra and panties. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art expertly, she reached behind her and unhooked the bra fastenings, pulling it away from her firm white breasts slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of the shift and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.

"Like, lover?" she asked throatily.

"Christ, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the bedroom!"

Mason said, but he wasn't castigating her for it. Hell, he wouldn't have had it any other way. His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body, at the fleecy, light brown down framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right; in the six years they had been married, he had never had a woman who pleased him any more than she did – whether it be suck or fuck; a few had come close to approximating her prowess in the rack, but none had ever surpassed her. That was one hell of a compliment, considering the number of women Bob Mason had had in those six years of marriage.

Sue reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the king-sized, satin-spread double bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet, palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She rotated her hips lewdly on the satin spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to get naked, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Goddamn right I am!" Mason said. Quickly, he undressed, throwing his trousers and shirt and tie over the jacket on the chair, pulling his underpants down. He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing out from his groin like some impossibly huge instrument of torture, the unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, clear droplets of aroused lubrications. Sue stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm sucking caverns of her mouth.

"Come on," Sue urged. "Lie down beside mommy."

"And what's mommy going to do then?"

"Mommy's going to take that big lovely cock of yours and suck every last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Sue whispered up at him.

Damn! Mason thought. She really knew how to get a guy heated up, talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you verbally if such a thing were possible. His prick quivered and throbbed in anticipation. But he owed her a little teasing for what she had done to him in the car on the way home first, before he took her up on her offer. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, close enough to allow her hand to snake out and encircle his prick, to begin to stroke and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth and then to slip her hand underneath and cup and caress his balls, cradling their softness in her palm.

Mason stifled a small groan of pleasure, and then reached down and removed her hand. "First things first," he said.

"What do you mean, lover"' "You wanted to hear my plan, didn't you?"

"Oh, daddy! You can tell me the plan afterwards!"

"No, I'm going to tell you now. You were anxious enough to hear about it earlier."

She returned her hand to his penis and testicles, rubbing, caressing.

"Please, daddy," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you.

Come on, let mommy suck you now and then you can tell me all about your plan."

"No," Mason said. He moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at her, watching her undulate her hips, her tongue still flicking along her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-hard expanse of his weapon, at the wrinkled sac of his bloating balls. "Now the way I figure it, Jack is the one to work on first. He's a man, and therefore he's more susceptible than Adie."

"So you plan to get to Adie through Jack," Sue said. She stretched out her leg, frowning a little petulantly, and began to stroke his thigh with her toes, waggling her big toe upward to touch the rigid flesh of his cock until he reluctantly pushed it away and continued.

"That's right. Now I think we've got the answer on how to do it from what Jack said tonight. About not being able to work on his novel because of all the interruptions."

Sue lowered her hand and began to stroke her belly lightly with her fingertips, teasing the softness of her pubic mound, then trailing lower down between her legs so that she was rubbing in slow, even tempo the moistness of her cuntal mouth, teasing her clit. Watching her, Bob became even more aroused – she knew that he really enjoyed watching her play with herself, and she was so hot for his hard pulsating cock now that she was pulling out all stops to get him to stop talking. Bob opened his mouth to continue, but he swallowed hard at the sight of his wife manipulating her genitals, darting her middle finger in and out of her soft, hair-lined vagina with deft strokes in the attitude of copulation. As she did so, she pushed her buttocks down farther on the bed, coming nearer to him, and this time he didn't pull away. Her hand seized his cock again, began to stroke it then, before he was able to fend her off, she rose up and pressed her body against his, forcing him back into a prone position across the width of the bed.

"Damn it, Sue, I'm trying to tell you about-" Mason began, but then he stopped as his wife began to trail her soft, moist lips along the side of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his hirsute chest. She nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue back and forth across one, and then let her mouth roam down across the girth of his large, protruding, but well-muscled belly. He groaned at the stimulations her expert lips were sending through his body, thrust his hips down hard against the satin spread. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his cock now, over his testicles, reaching under his body to probe briefly at the puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path back to his quivering penis.

"The plan…" Mason began weakly.