I have the best next door neighbors in the world.  Marge is trying to fuck me to death and her husband Earl, bless him, stays away for long periods of time so she can.

It started innocently enough. On the day they moved in I went over, introduced myself, and after welcoming them to the neighborhood I helped them move their things into the house.  Since they still had to unpack all their pots and pans I invited them over to my place for dinner.  We talked and got to know each other and it turned out that we shared several interests.  Earl was my age, tall and wiry, and was a traveling salesman. Marge was the office manager for an insurance company and she was a knock out.  Shoulder length red hair, green eyes, mouth watering tits and, according to her tight Levi's, an ass to die for.

We became good friends.  Earl and I played golf together on weekends, he helped me work on the '65 Mustang I was restoring, and I helped him finish his basement.  As I mentioned earlier, Earl was a traveling salesman and he spent the better part of the week on the road.  While he was gone, Marge and I would have dinner together, maybe catch a movie, but mostly we played cribbage.  We played a lot of cribbage.  Marge usually won three out of every four games we played and she was not the least bit hesitant about rubbing it in, but I enjoyed her company so I put up with the ridicule.

It was a Monday night and Earl was on the road.  Marge had invited me over for dinner and an evening of embarrassing me at the cribbage board and I walked in to find her dusting the top of her ceiling fan blades.  She was standing on the top rung of a rickety ladder and when I walked into the room and said hi it startled her and she twisted to look in my direction.  Her sudden shift of weight caused the ladder to sway and she lost her balance and started to fall.  I rushed over in time to cushion her fall, but in doing so my right hand went between her legs, my left arm went around her and we ended up on the floor with her tits pressed into my face and my right hand pressing hard against her pussy.  Before I could move my hand Marge said, in a low husky voice:

 "I didn't know you cared," and then she kissed me. 

No cribbage that night, and no dinner either.  We fucked right there on the family room floor and then went to her bedroom for a second round.  It was two a.m. before she let me go.  We had done it all - anal, oral, vaginal, and in most positions known to man, and as I pulled on my pants she asked:

 "Same time tomorrow?" 

I grinned at her, "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

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For the next three nights we could not leave each other alone.  Marge made me tingle in places I didn't even know I had.  Earl was due home on Friday so we got up early on Friday morning and had a quick session before we went to work.  I was planning on a day of yard work for Saturday, but at 1 p.m. the phone rang.

 "Earl just went into the office to turn in some paperwork.  We have at least two hours.  Hurry!"

 Marge helped me undress and the pushed me back on the bed.

 "You just lay there. I want to do all the work this time." 

She bent over and started to suck my cock.  After several minutes she swung over me and we engaged in some sixty-nine. Marge was very good with her mouth and in no time at all she had me at the boiling point.  I warned her that I was ready to cum and she took her mouth off of me long enough to say, "Good" and went right back to sucking me off.  I shot into her mouth and she kept sucking and licking me until I was hard again, then she swung over me and lowered herself onto my cock.  I just lay there and let her bounce up and down to her hearts content.  Eventually she got me to the point of explosion again and I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. I blew my load just as she had an orgasm and the two of us collapsed together on the bed.  Usually, in the afterglow of the sex act we snuggled up against one another and relaxed, but not this time.  Marge glanced at the bedside clock, "We better not push our luck" and she began to hustle me out the door.

For the next month it was more of the same, fuck like bunnies during the week, a quickie on Friday morning, and a call on Saturday or Sunday telling me that Earl had gone somewhere and to hurry over.  We did more than just fuck when Earl was gone; we also talked a lot.  Marge left no doubt in my mind that she was absolutely, positively in love with Earl, but she also loved sex and he wasn't around to provide it. Earl, for his part seemed oblivious to the fact that I had a hard on every time I was in the presence of his wife.  One Sunday on the golf course he said to me:

 "You and Marge seem to be quite close to each other."  I almost panicked, but then he went on, "I'm glad she found a good friend to spend some time with.  I know it's hard on her with me gone so much, and I want to thank you for being there for her when I'm gone."

 If you only knew, I thought.

The week had been like all the others except now I was spending the night in Marge's bed and only going home in the morning to get ready to go to work.  We had our Friday morning quickie and I went home knowing that I would not see her again until Monday unless Earl went somewhere.  I happened to be in my front room caulking a window when I saw Earl come out of the house and leave in his car.  Minutes later he came back on foot and went inside the house.  I had just finished the window and was gathering up my tools when the phone rang.

 "Earl's gone.  We have at least an hour.  Can you come over?"

  Earl's gone?  I'd just seen him go into the house.  Curiosity got the better of me and I told Marge I'd be right over.  I entered the front door and Marge hollered:

 “I’m up here in the bedroom.  Please hurry."

 I walked into the bedroom and found Marge naked and spread out on the bed.  Since this time I was looking for something out of the ordinary I noticed that the closet door was open about a third of the way.  I lowered my eyes to floor level and spotted a pair of shoes with the toes pointed my way while all of the other shoes had the toes pointing away from me.  I kept a corner of my eyes on the shoes as I undressed, and sure enough I saw the shoes move just a fraction, but they did move.  Marge kept telling me to hurry so I finished shedding my clothes and hopped into the bed with her.

I surprised myself.  I would have thought that as a somewhat normal male I would have been inhibited knowing that the woman's husband was in the closet watching, but instead I was inspired!  I fucked Marge for an hour - my hardon would not go away.  I got off twice, but my dick stayed hard.  Marge started telling me that I had to go, that Earl would be coming back soon, but I kept banging away.  However, all good things must come to an end and my dick started to go soft on me.  When it got so soft that it just kind of doubled up when I tried to push it in I knew it was time to stop.  I got dressed, gave her a passionate kiss, told her I would let myself out, and then I made a noisy show of opening and closing the front door.  I stood quietly in the hallway and listened.  Then I heard it.

  "Hurry!  Please baby, hurry.  I've got to have it."

 I very quietly let myself out of the house.