Neighborly Lust (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Neighborly Lust

CHAPTER ONEMolly was shocked. "You're having an affair?""Hold your voice down," her friend said, giving a quick glance around the crowded fast-food dining room before continuing in a low voice. "You act like you've never heard of such a thing.""B-bbut I thought you loved Carl!""Of course I do! This is lust, not love," the sexy, big-busted blonde said with a chuckle. She shrugged. "This is just something to do in the afternoons.""But surely, Brenda, you could do something else....""like what?""Knitting?" Molly tried feebly.The sexy blonde woman rolled her eyes. "Be real! Look, honey, the men have been getting away with this for years. Now, it's our turn.""But how can you just ... make love with another man?""Fuck is the operative word here, Molly. Fuck."Molly flushed. Now it was her turn to glance around. But although snippets of personal conversations flowed all around them, no one was paying them the slightest attention. There was more privacy in the crowd than there would have been on her own front porch under the scrutiny of watchful neighbors."It's a bit awkward at first," Brenda went on. "Sort of like shaving your pussy-but it's nice once you get used to it."Molly almost choked on her burger."Don't be so prissy! Come on, you've been married for three years. Isn't there anyone you've ever wanted?""You mean, to do it with?""I mean to fuck."Molly looked away. There was a man-just one. But how could she tell her best friend that she secretly yearned for the woman's husband and sometimes even fantasized about him while making love with-while fucking her own husband?"Come on," the blonde wheedled. "I can see it in your eyes. Who is it?""Really, Brenda! It's shameful that you should treat Carl this way!"Brenda's eyes lit up. "It's Carl, isn't it? You want my Carl!""Don't be silly," said Molly, giving herself away with each word. "But he deserves better than you."Her friend's eyes narrowed. "Honey, I don't think you're woman enough to do it. But if that's what turns you on, go for it." Then she laughed.That mocking laughter haunted Molly for the next two days. Honey, I don't think you're woman enough to do it. Sure Brenda was beautiful, but she didn't need to rub it in. Brenda had always been vain about her looks. Being elected Homecoming Queen in high school hadn't helped. Molly's auburn hair was no match for her friend's lovely blonde curls, and her tits weren't nearly as big as Brenda's monstrous mounds-and she certainly didn't shave her pussy! No, Molly wasn't as sexy as her friend, but she had been sexy enough to snag a husky college football star for a husband-and Arny was a choice catch by any woman's standards.Honey, I don't think you're woman enough to do it. Why, it was almost a challenge!She wasn't really thinking of that-was she?-when she dressed for her shopping trip into town on Thursday? She gave more attention than usual to her underwear-of course, no one would see it, but it did feel nice to know there were lacy panties and a pretty, frilly garter belt under her short skirt. Naughty little thoughts made her pulse quicken. She tried to imagine her friend pulling on the same clothing over a shaved pussy-God! Did Brenda really shave it? Or did she just think Molly was gullible enough to believe anything?Molly's spirits were light an hour later when she walked out of a cute little boutique clutching a colorfully wrapped package. Underwear again. It was totally unlike her to be so preoccupied, but Arny would like the red satin bra and panty set with its provocative black trim. He was always encouraging her to get sexy things. She flushed as she imagined his reaction. She could picture him naked, with the broad, flat head of his cock twitching eagerly as the monstrous organ rose with excitement.But the picture slowly faded, blending into the image of another man. It was something that happened more and more frequently as their marriage wore on and their sex life settled into a predictable pattern. They used to fuck five or six times a week, but now it was only twice-Wednesdays and Saturdays, unless something came up to spoil the routine ... like it had last night. Arny had worked late at the office, coming in after she was in bed. Perhaps that was the reason she was preoccupied today with undergarments. She was still horny from the night before. And she would have to stay that way until Saturday.It wasn't a predicament that would bother her friend, Brenda, Molly thought with a sigh. She, on the other hand, wasn't woman enough to do anything about it.Her heels clicked against the pavement as she came to an abrupt halt. That was the real reason she had come to town, wasn't it? To tell Carl. It would be betraying a confidence, stabbing her best friend in the back, but Carl was a friend, too. It was despicable what Brenda was doing to him, and he deserved to know. People were probably already laughing behind the poor man's back.It was her duty.A two-block walk took her away from the trendy shops and boutiques and into a working district of offices and small businesses. Molly hadn't been in that area since the days after graduation from high school, when she and Brenda had applied, together, for a job every place in town. Molly had finally found a job changing sheets in a hotel while Brenda got a cushy position as a receptionist for a real estate firm. Brenda had always joked that she would fuck for a good job, and for the first time Molly wondered if that may not have been true.Things had changed since then. They had both married well after college and now neither needed to work. They had time on their hands. Molly did volunteer work while Brenda "-fucked," Molly said aloud."I beg your pardon?"Molly looked down at the startled receptionist. "I'm sorry," she said with a guilty flush. "My mind was wandering. Is Carl in?"A moment later, the young woman was ushering Molly into a small office. Carl glanced up from the work on his desk with a look of surprise and smiled. "Molly! This is a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?" he asked as the receptionist left them alone. "Is ... Brenda with you?" he asked, glancing warily over her shoulder."No, Carl," Molly said with a smile full of pity and compassion for the cuckolded husband. "I'm quite alone. I ... have something important to tell you."A relaxed smile came over his face. "Wait!" he said, holding up his hand to stop her. "Have you had lunch.""No.""Well, then, let's discuss this important thing in a more pleasant atmosphere," he said, grabbing his suit jacket as he rose from his desk. "Come on."Carl chose a quiet little lounge that did equally as well with sandwiches as it did with martinis. They were late for the lunch crowd, so they had the place pretty much to themselves. Molly didn't want to spoil the meal, so she held off the unpleasant announcement she had come to give until after they had eaten."Do you realize," Carl asked, pushing aside his plate so that he could concentrate on his drink, "that this is the first time that you and I have ever been alone together?""It's true," said Molly, feeling a tingle in her belly at the thought. "Do you mind?" she asked, reaching for the slice of pickle he had left on his plate. He watched, almost as if she were doing something seductive, while she nibbled delicately on the pickle, then licked her fingers clean. "There's always been Brenda, or Arny, hasn't there?""Yes ... Brenda," he said with a sigh. "You don't look too happy.""Well, Molly, to be honest with you, things aren't quite right between us.""You don't mean-""-divorce? No, not that, but for the first time I can see that possibility in the future.""Oh, Carl," Molly said sadly."How are things with you and Arny?""Oh, just fine," she said, trying to sound enthusiastic."Do you guys still fuck like you used to?" he asked, the words rushing out."We're not newlyweds," she replied, coloring."Maybe that's it," he said thoughtfully. "The newness has worn off.""It becomes routine.""I can't imagine it ever becoming routine with a woman like you," he said, staring deep into her eyes.Molly caught her breath, not knowing how to reply."Did you know that I've always wanted you?" he asked with an impish grin."Carl!" Molly scolded, trying not to take his bantering seriously."It's true. And I've never wanted you more than I do this very moment.""Carl-my God!-" she stammered, her pulse fluttering "-I-I d-don't see how we could possibly-"Her rising excitement overcame any remaining loyalty Molly had for her friend as Brenda's husband drove them to a motel on the outskirts of town. Neither said a word, but she allowed him to pull her close in the car. Just the feel of his arm around her waist and the close scent of his male cologne were enough to set her passions aflame. She shifted uncomfortably as her pussy dampened in response to her raging imagination. This was something she had dreamed about; something she had never actually imagined would ever happen."You said you had something to tell me," he said as the door of the motel room closed behind them, leaving them alone together in the semi-darkness. Neither bothered to turn on the light."It'll wait," she croaked, her throat dry.He caught her in his arms and pulled her full body tightly close."Oh, Carl...." she whispered, feeling his lips descend to hers in a kiss.They began sucking hungrily at each other's mouth. Soon, their hips were grinding against each other, and Molly felt his massive cock pressing against her. Under her skirt, her pussy lips, trapped inside the tight confines of her sheer white panties, fluttered with desire.Her rising excitement fought back feelings of guilt ... thoughts of Brenda ... of Arny. This is lust, not love. Hadn't that been her friend's exact words? Nothing more than an afternoon's entertainment is the way Brenda had put it. It meant nothing; nothing at all.They stepped apart. "Undress," he said. "Let me see you."Molly bit her lip, at a loss for a witty rejoinder. Her mind had turned blank, her thoughts dominated, now, by her senses. She tried not to appear too eager as she fumbled for the fasteners of her skirt. She wiggled, and he watched the skirt slip to the floor. Her blouse followed, leaving her standing before him wearing only the sexy underwear she had chosen so carefully that morning.His eyes sparkled with delight. "Brenda would never believe this," he said, tossing his shirt and tie aside."Probably not," she agreed, bristling at the mention of her perfidious friend's name. Besides, she was probably too busy fucking another man to even care. The disloyal thoughts made it easy for the auburn-haired woman to remove her bra and slide out of her panties. The smile of anticipation and excitement on the face of her best friend's husband gave her a feeling of smug satisfaction."See something you like?" Molly asked softly, her shyness falling away with her clothes. She posed proudly, standing naked before him."Oh, yeah, baby! Yeah!"She reached for the belt of his pants. "Now it's my turn, Carl, honey. I've been a little curious, too," she whispered, "about this-ever since the first time I saw you.""Really?""Really," she said, slipping his pants and his shorts to his knees in one smooth movement.His massive cock sprang into view."Oh, Gawd." Her breath quickened."I hope you're not disappointed....""Not yet, I'm not." She smiled sweetly and licked her dry lips as she gazed hungrily at the purple head of the swaying cock. She caught it playfully, and gently wrapped her hand around its swollen hardness.He combed his fingers through her hair and pushed her to her knees.Molly gripped his hips and guided her lips toward his massive cock. "Thank you, dear Lord," she purred, "for this blessing I am about to receive-and you, too, Brenda." She gave the head of his cock a kiss."Oh, baby! Oooohhh, yes," he groaned, her mouth opening to let his cock move in.Molly's head dipped, and her lips slid down the thick shaft all the way to its base, where crisp cock curls tickled her nose. She gulped, savoring the taste. With her heart pounding, she wrapped her lips tightly around Carl's cock and began bobbing her head up and down its length."Mmmmmmm," she moaned around the stiff spike.He groaned, gently cupping the back of her bobbing head and pumping his hips while his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Lust glazed his eyes. The inside walls of her cheeks were soft and wet against his sensitive flesh, and his balls tightened as his cockhead pushed into the back of her throat. His cock was throbbing, his balls quickly pushing the limits of their endurance."Oh, baby, suck it," he groaned.Yeah, Carl, honey, this is great, Molly thought. So this is what my sexy friend has been enjoying so greedily with her smug smile. You didn't think I was woman enough for it, Brenda, did you? Well, I am, and soon I'll be sharing all your juicy little secrets. Every last one.Suddenly, Carl uttered a cry, and his hips lurched forward. Molly felt his cock swell in her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and bobbed her head faster and faster."Damn it, baby, it's too soon! I can't wait, Molly-here it comes!"A thick shot of creamy hot cum splashed into her mouth. She gulped as another spurt followed the first."Fuck!" he groaned, panting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"He pumped a few more times, but the shudders had passed. She let the half-limp cock slip from her lips and gave the twitching head a final lick. She smiled. She had drunk it all."God, Molly, baby," he groaned. "I would never have believed ... ""You didn't think I had it in me, did you?" she asked, smiling smugly.He laughed. "Oh, no! I always knew you had it in you-I just never though I'd ever get any of it."""Better believe, sweetheart," she whispered, rising in his arms and molding her body to his. "Now, I want you to fuck me."As their lips met again in a kiss, they slowly sank to the bed. Molly's knees raised automatically, and she spread her thighs for him.Carl paused on his knees, poised between her legs, and stared as if stunned by her naked beauty. He dropped his head to her breasts. Her tits weren't as massive as his wife's, but they were more perky with shapely nipples that teased the appetite. And they were more than a mouthful-far more, he realized, as he nibbled and kissed the nipples into sharp peaks and gently nipped the tender tit flesh.With her eyelids fluttering, she let out little mews of pleasure as his lips moved downward, trailing across the soft, slight bulge of her belly toward the dark thatch of curls that curved between her legs. He liked her thick, little muff. It cloaked her special secrets with mystery, unlike the fully revealed lines of his wife's shaved pussy.The touch of his tongue to the sensitive lips of her steaming pussy was an unexpected pleasure that sent a shudder through Molly's supine body."Oh, yes, Carl, yes. Eat me, honey. Eat my pussy," she moaned softly. "Scarf it up!"Carl's tongue feathered her silky mass of pussy hair to the sides, leaving a gap so that he could lick the full length of her blood-engorged cunt lips. The petals fluttered as he eased them apart to reach the pink, tasty meat of her interior. An occasional flick at the clit, whose tiny head protruded from the top of the split, sent shivers of excitement cascading through the woman's fragile frame.Mmmmmm, he does this so well, she thought as his tongue swirled deeper into her wet cunt. He was slurping noisily, encouraging the flow of her juices. Oh, God! If he could only give Arny some lessons-just a pointer or two.Becoming delirious with excitement, Molly pressed Carl's head more firmly between her legs and lifted her butt so she could swirl her hips around his pussy-probing tongue. Her breath sharpened, coming in short pants as she felt her orgasm begin."I'm cumming, Carl. I'm cumming," she wailed.Carl gripped her hips, holding her still so that he could lick the sweet juices that welled up as the ecstasy flowed through her. She shuddered and jerked as the tremors peaked, then passed. He waited until she went limp before pulling his face away to stare into her eyes as they refocused on reality."That was great," she murmured, giving him a warm smile."You're very responsive."She took that as a compliment ... and as a comparison. She didn't dare ask how she stacked up against his wife. But she couldn't help wondering."Are you ready for this?" he asked, shaking the now-heavy length of his penis like a menacing club above her."I'm ready," said Molly, reaching for his meat and raising her stretched thighs toward him. "Fuck me now," she cooed, guiding his cock to her waiting cunt.The massive shaft spread the soft lips of her cunt wide. She sucked in her breath as she felt it slide into her. It disappeared from sight, plunging fully into her seeping channel, and a shudder of excitement rolled through her body.Carl grunted, savoring the feel of Molly's hot, wet cunt walls gripping his cock. Her cunt juices made the fat prick slick and shiny as he began to pump it in and out of her. "Baby, you're tight," he said with a husky groan.Tighter than Brenda? she wanted to ask. But she didn't need to. She could tell by his enthusiasm that this was something special for him, something different from the usual routine. Better? It was for her, she had to admit. Arny hadn't fucked her with this much fervor since the early days of their marriage. She smiled as she moaned, enjoying the sweet sensations that swamped her ... the thrill of the new cock sliding back and forth inside her ... the feel of the massive hard head stretching deep into her syrupy interior ... the yearning of her hungry cunt to be flooded with his cum.Panting frantically, the two lovers worked together, grinding their hips harder and harder. The scent of perspiration and arousal filled the air as the two naked bodies struggled toward climax. When Carl felt his balls begin to tighten, he slammed his hips tightly to Molly's and let out a sharp cry.Molly's tummy muscles clenched as she felt his cock begin to swell inside her."Baby, here it comes! Oh, God, baby," he groaned in disbelief. "I'm fuckin' you! I'm fuckin' you!"She hugged him and arched her hips high as the massive cock spouted inside her. She felt the internal jerking sensations spread liquid warmth deep into her womb. The hot cum triggered her own climax, and Molly's legs stretched toward the ceiling as pure pleasure wracked her body."I'm cumming too," she panted. "I'm cumming too!"The pair rocked and bucked together, wet bellies slapping noisily, sloppy groins sucking greedily, as they tried to stretch the exhilaration one ... two ... three beats more."That was incredible. Oh, God, yes, simply incredible," Molly whispered as the two heaving lovers broke apart. She sat up and looked down to stare in disbelief as cum dribbled from her cunt and ran down between her legs to soil the sheets. "I can't believe we did this.""Yeah, but we did, didn't we?" he replied, grinning up at her. He was stretched on the bed beside her, the dick that had just given them both so much pleasure now just a sticky, gleaming, impotent lump of flesh."And now what?" she asked with a worried frown as she tried to sort out the implications of their impulsive action."Well, I suppose we do it again.""Again?" She stared at him incredulously. "After all that?""Oh, not now," he said with a chuckle, "but later. You can count on it."Her disappointment showed in a pout."Sorry, baby, but I've really got to get back to work."CHAPTER TWOThe fuck fest with Carl shook Molly to the core. She had never considered cheating on Arny-at least not consciously. Sure, she had fantasized about other lovers, but that was normal, wasn't it? But cheating. That was immoral ... cheap.And Arny didn't deserve it. He was a good husband: a good provider, and more than adequate in bed. Of course, it couldn't always be great. And she couldn't remember the excitement ever being as intense as it had been with Carl.But that was easy to explain. It wasn't just Carl, it was the excitement of doing something, well, something naughty. The naughtiness of the action had thrilled her intensely.And now, just thinking about Carl, brought back feelings that were traitorous to Arny-unbecoming to her role as a good wife. In fact, for the first time in her life, she was dreading Saturday night, when she would have to sleep once again with her own husband. She felt guilty, and she felt sure that she would give herself away in some way and expose her treachery. What would happen if she cried out Carl's name in the heat of ecstasy?But she was spared the possibility.Arny informed her at dinner Friday night that something had come up. "I have to go away for the weekend.""Oh?" She responded, her heart skipping a beat.When she didn't say anything more, he frowned. "Aren't you even going to ask me why?""Oh, yes-I mean, I suppose it's business ... ""Yes," he said simply. "It's business." He didn't say anything more, and she didn't ask.But she did feel lonely as Saturday wore on. Not especially for Arny. Just for someone. With no one to talk to all day long, no one to rob her attention, it was so easy for her mind to wander down uncharted paths. Her illicit coupling had opened Pandora's box and set loose a glut of unseemly thoughts.Sex with Carl had been a revelation. Until then, Arny had been her only lover. But now she knew that sex with other men could be just as much fun as it was with her own husband. And maybe even more so. Brenda had been right: it had nothing at all to do with love. It was simply lust.And it didn't just have to be Carl ... did it? God, there were so many other men! And if it weren't for the bans of society, she would happily fuck every handsome stud that gave her the wink-and it wouldn't diminish her love for her husband in the least. He could still have her every Wednesday and Saturday-provided, of course, he didn't have to work late or go out of town on business.The ringing of the telephone was a welcome distraction from her unsavory thoughts. She glanced at the clock as she went for the phone. It was past eight. She could safely go to bed after this call and give her randy mind a rest.Carl's voice was a surprise.