Jennifer Collier - Some Very Lovable Neighbors

His cum churned through his boiling balls, up through the tube of his expanded cock and surged into his wife's wildly clasping cunt. He shoved his tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the globoid cheeks of her firm white ass closer around his pumping penis as he beat a wild tattoo against her with his still-emptying testicles. Adie wailed into his mouth, her questing thighs jerking spasmodically against his belly while he discharged his overwhelming load of sperm violently into her.

Finally, he collapsed across her, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewlings of gratification.

As sanity returned to him, Jack edged his body off his wife and rolled over. Adie almost asleep, kissed him lightly on the cheek, curled herself up in a child-like foetus position. He put the covers over her, and for a moment before sleep overtook him, Jack thought of her tenderly. In spite of her few Victorian hangups about oral sex, she was still pretty good in bed, he had to admit. As good as most women he'd had. He stared at Adie, trying to imagine her as a strange woman he had just finished fucking, fucking for the sake of fucking and not out of love. Like Sue for example, that beautiful creature belonging to Bob Mason, that sensual enticing all-woman. My God! He could just see her in bed hungrily sucking his cock, naked and wild with prurience and desire, making love for its own licentious sake. No… no, why was he thinking like this. What would it accomplish? Besides, he could almost imagine the hurt Adie would feel if she knew of his lewd thoughts… and the outrage it would cause the Masons, for that matter. He groaned and turned over, shutting off the bedside lamp and plunging the room into darkness.

Adie woke him with a sweet tender kiss the next morning. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his wife who held a bathrobe around her, and then he smiled, stretched his arms and yawned.

"Morning, honey," she said. "Want some coffee?"

Jack nodded, turned over and put his face to the pillow. "MMmmm," he murmured in a sleep-filled voice. Adie, by moving up from the bed, let the sunlight from the open window stream across his body, warming it beneath the covers. He dozed again until she reappeared.

"You overslept, baby," she said. "It's nearly nine."

Jack suddenly sprang awake. "What?"

"If you plan to get any writing done, you'd better start pretty soon.

You know what Saturdays are like around here. I should have called you, but I lost track of the time myself."

Jack gulped some of the coffee she had brought then jumped out of bed, all thought of resting there gone. He hurriedly dressed, walked out to the kitchen where Adie was scrambling some eggs. He sat at the dinette and watched her lithe young form as she moved gracefully around in the flower-design bathrobe. Her bare legs were still tanned from the summer sun, and they were beautiful enough not to need stockings, he thought; even her small feet, not normally a beautiful or appealing part of anybody's anatomy, were cute to him. He ate the eggs and toast when she served them and even talked a little. Usually, conversation was a matter of grunts in the morning, neither of them very good at being friendly after just rising, but the coffee helped this morning, as well as the lovemaking of the night before. Sex was all important to a marriage; they both agreed to that. Again he had another momentary flash of imagining Bob Mason's wife in the bed with him, and not his wife, but Jack quickly dispelled the idea from his mind as totally unthinkable.

Writing was impossible. Jack retired to the study, rolled a fresh sheet of yellow foolscap into the IBM electric typewriter and stared at the keys. No bursts of inspiration came to him. He reread the few pages he had so laboriously salvaged from the previous week's efforts, made a face as he read them and then looked back at the virgin sheet. At this rate, he was going to collect social security when he finished the novel, he thought disgustedly; and with a rush of anger, he tore the sheet from the machine, balled it up and threw it into the overflowing wastepaper basket.

Somebody started to cut his lawn down the block, and the gas engine of the mower made a tremendous racket. The man across the street added to the disturbance by starting up a power saw to cut down the limbs of an old oak tree in his front yard. Jack remembered the noise from two days previous when the neighbor had started the project. He finished his coffee morosely and walked out to the kitchen for a fresh cup. He waited, knowing full well he was procrastinating as he heated the pot on the stove.

Adie had dressed in a pair of black stretch pants and a white frilly blouse. The blouse was sheer enough to see through, and her bra molded her breasts like mountain peaks through fog. She was in the laundry room, sorting the clothes for washing. Jack knew that at twelve she was going to start the washing machine.

"Must you?" he said out loud.

"What?" Adie, not knowing to what he was referring, looked up, startled. "You mean the washing? No, baby, I don't. Of course we won't have any clean clothes next week."

Jack realized he had snapped at her for no good reason. "I'm sorry, honey, I'm just upset. First I'm late getting started today, and now all the racket…" He sighed and drank some coffee. "I've got to get away someplace."

"I know," Adie sympathized.

"Up to the mountains or down to the south coast or someplace where I can go just like it was an office and I had a regular job. That's what I need: a ritual, a regular schedule like I had at the Sentinel."

Adie had heard it all before, but she nodded in agreement, knowing full well how futile the idea was with their meager savings. As she turned back to her chore with the clothes, she thought about the week's food and how to cut down on the cost a little more. Hamburger instead of roast beef, hot dogs and casseroles and no desserts…

Jack went back to the study, but for all his efforts, he wasn't able to write anything even approximately worth saving by noon. The washing machine went on as promised, and with a muffled frustrated curse Jack threw in the towel and gave up for the day.

"Going well?" Adie asked when he appeared, knowing the answer even before he said it.

"Like hell," he grumbled. He opened a beer and sat down in front of the television set to watch an old movie, disgruntled.

At one, the phone rang. Adie answered it in the kitchen and then called to Jack. He walked in and took the receiver; to his surprise, Bob Mason identified himself.

"Hello Jack, how are you?" Mason asked.

"Fine. Say, this is a surprise."

"Well, it was really nice talking together the way we did last night, and so I thought I'd call and tell you so."

"Thanks. Both Adie and I enjoyed it, too. You were a lifesaver."

Mason laughed heartily. "Same here. Say, how's the writing coming? Did I interrupt you?"

"No, no, there were enough distractions to make me give it up an hour ago."

"That is a shame, Jack"' "Well, I'm just going to have to learn to cope with it, I guess."

"Maybe not. That's another reason I called. Sue and I came up with an idea."

"Really?"

"We have a cabin at Salmon Creek on the Oregon coast. It's not very posh, but it has a heater and electricity and running water, and you're welcome to use it if you want."

Jack was pleasantly agape. "Well Bob, that's very kind of you to offer …"

"Nonsense. Sue and I don't use it much anymore, and we'd like to have somebody up there. It's probably pretty damned musty and could use some living in so you'd be doing us a favor as much as we'd be helping you.

Should have thought of it last night. What do you say? I won't take no for an answer!"

"In that case… why yes, I'll be glad to Bob!"