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Here is part three of my story.  I thought this would be the final
segment, but like all things the story seems to grow as I continue
telling it.  Let me know what you think of this section.  I would be
especially interested in hearing from those of you who wrote to me
regarding the first two parts, to get your thoughts on where this story
has been going.  But, any comment is welcome.  Enjoy.


			Friends & Neighbors - Part III

Lynn lay on the bed, curled up as tightly as she could make herself. 
Somehow she managed to contain the wracking sobs that threatened to
burst free from her chest, and she pulled the blankets over her naked
body, covering her shame and fear.  The moments crawled by with
agonizing slowness as she waited for Michael to come up to the bedroom.

Finally, she heard footsteps in the hall, then the door opening.  She
glanced out from under her arm which was covering her face, coated with
her tears, and saw Michael just sitting down on the edge of the bed, his
back turned away from her.  She was glad for this, knowing there was no
way she could meet his eyes at this moment.

Michael losened his tie and removed it, unbuttoning a few of his shirt
buttons in the process, then the cuffs at his wrist.  He kicked off his
shoes next, then pulled his dress socks off, standing up for a moment to
put them in the hamper.  Then, he just sat back down and was quiet for a
while.

Lynn's mind was anything but quiet.  She was sure that her marriage was
over, her infidelity the one stroke that would end the most precious
thing in her life.  She tried not to think about it, but again and again
her mind was drawn back to the vision of living alone, having to go stay
with her parents again while explaining to them exactly why Michael had
kicked her out.  The only grace she felt was that they had decided to
wait on having children.  To drag them through a messy divorce would be
more than she could stand.

Finally, Michael sighed deeply, and said "did you enjoy that?"

Lynn wasn't sure what to say.  Try as she might, no words would come to
her throat, though she could see herself saying any number of things. 
That she liked it, but it was a mistake.  That she was seduced and it
would never happen again.  That she hated it but went along with it so
as not to upset Kathy.  But, the truth prevented her from giving an
answer.  The truth she didn't want to admit even to herself, and that
she couldn't deny.  She had liked it, and she wanted to do it again.

"Lynn, please answer me," Michael prompted, his voice strangely soft,
almost gentle in Lynn's ears.  She felt a slight relief for that,
realizing she had been granted a temporary reprieve from the horror of
being out on the street, and her voice returned to her control.

"Yes."  It was a sobbing sound, half choked through the tears she fought
back, but she managed to answer him with the truth, and though she felt
that her honesty would end her relationship, she took pride in that. 
She found more of her strength returning, and the tears gradually began
to subside.

"Yes, I figured you probably were enjoying it.  Did you enjoy it when
she went down on you, Lynn?"

"Yes", the only answer she knew she could give to that.

Michael sat quietly again for a moment, then she felt his hand wrapping
around hers.  Gently he pulled her against his body, hugging her at
first softly, then with an intensity that surprised her, drawing away
her breath.  Her tears of sadness had stopped, but now as she began to
realize that her marriage was still safe, if temporarily damaged, tears
of joy took their place.

She craddled herself against his warm body, letting the sobs flow
through her now, feeling comforted and warm in his arms.  He began to
kiss her forehead, saying "It's alright.  Let it all out" over and over
again, as though it was a mantra that would heal all wounds.  And, for
Lynn, it was exactly what she needed at that moment, to know that it
would be alright.  She lifted her arms to wrap them around his body, and
slipped off balance, her left hand shooting out to regain her position. 
It landed firmly in Michael's lap, and it only took a moment for her to
realize how hard his cock was through his pants.  

Lynn shot a look up at Michael, saw him smiling down at her.  She must
have given him a puzzled look, for he kissed her softly on the lips,
then said "I liked it as well, baby. It was a joy watching you bringing
her off."

"Really?  Your not just bullshitting me are you, Mike?"  Lynn was scared
he was putting her on, and she was on guard for that strange smile he
sometimes got when he was being sarcastic.  

Michael simply cupped his hand over hers, squeezing her fingers over the
firmenss of his bulge, and said "why don't you tell me if I liked it or
not."

"I don't know if I've ever felt you so hard," Lynn said, running her
hand up and down Michael's shaft through his pants as he removed his
hands.

"I would have preferred if you had talked to me about it first, but yes,
it was the most arousing thing I've even seen, I think."

"I'm so sorry, babe.  I thought I could control my desires, but things
just got out of hand today."

Michael gave her a big grin.  "Yeah, Kathy told me everything before she
left."

Now Lynn felt a blush filling her cheeks.  If Kathy told him everything,
that would mean she had told him about the salesman at the store.  She
remembered his tongue on her sex, and fantasizing that it was Kathy.  If
it would have been possible, she would have crawled under the covers
again, hiding her very visible embarrassment.

"Don't worry sweetheart," said Michael.  "I liked all of it.  Though
next time you run off to flash a strange man, I would prefer to be there
myself."

"I'm sure I can manage that," Lynn said, finding the thought more than
just appealing.  The idea of having Micheal there to tell her what to
do, who to flash, made her already over used sex tingle all over again. 
'Shit, I'm turning into a slut' she thought, smiling at herself.

Michael shifted his position to that he was facing Lynn.  Now she could
see the bulge in his dress pants, the lovely shape and curve of his cock
hidden by the slacks.  Her hands worked at his zipper as he waited
patiently, undoing the front of his pants and slipping her hands in
under his briefs to hold his stiff shaft.

"You do realize that I'm not totally over the shock of it all yet, don't
you sweetie?"

"What do you mean," Lynn asked hesitantly, still running her fingers up
the curving shape of his cock, and pulling it free of his clothing.

"I mean that you will be repaying me for your sexual liaisons today,"
was his reply, although his voice had a few little breaks in it as Lynn
ran her finger along the head of his penis.  

"Whatever it takes to make it up to you, sweetie, I'd be happy to do,"
said Lynn, wondering just what exactly he had in mind.  She lowered her
head to his cock without waiting for his reply and ran her tongue down
along the curve of it.  Michael didn't have a huge endowment, not at all
like the salesman at the shoestore who's cock she had seen plunging into
Kathy, but she had always savored the way his shaft curved to the left,
that little hook always hitting her in just the right spot when he slide
inside her body.

Micheal sighed softly, his breathing becoming heavier as Lynn took the
head of his cock in her mouth, clamping her lips on it tightly and then
pulling her head back until it popped free once more.  "While that's
very nice," he said, working around his own moaning breath, "what your
going to have to do is even nicer."

Lynn paused her ministrations of her husband's cock, holding it in one
hand and stroking it slowly, and asked "so when do I find out what it
is?"

Michael disengaged himself from her hands and body and stood up,
removing the rest of his clothing as Lynn watched.  She found it
arousing watching Micheal get undressed, especially the way he would
bend over as he removed his underwear, so she could see his lovely round
ass.  So cute for a guy, though not nearly as spectacular as Kathy's she
now realized.

"Ok babe.  Lay on your back on the bed," Micheal said, walking over to
the closet.

Lynn lay back as he requested, the coolness of the room raising
goosebumps on her skin, still damp with sweat from her play with Kathy. 
She closed her eyes, letting the moving air caress her, rubbing across
her body like the barest touch of a lover.  She felt incredibly sensual
at that moment, the way the hairs all over her body were raised slightly
by the prickling of her skin, breasts topped with stiffening nipples.

Lost in the rapture of her body, she was startled when something soft
covered her face. She half lifted her hands to pull it free from her
eyes when Michael said "leave it there, sweetie".  He held her head in
his hand, wrapping the material around the back and tying it off. 
Lynn's mind began exploring the possibilities.  It seemed Michael was in
the mood for a game they hadn't played in a long time, the "I can't see
what your going to do next" game.

She felt the brush of Michael's lips upon her cheek, his soft kisses
warm on her cooling flesh.  Turning her head slightly, she met his lips
with her own, savoring the taste of her husband, the way he opened his
mouth slightly and dipped his tongue between her lips.  Her hands
followed along the curve of his body, until they slipped down between
his legs to cup his quite erect cock again.  As she slowly stroked him,
his moaning breath trailed away from her face, his lips running down
along her neck and onto her shoulder.

Lynn arched her back, wanting desperately for him to ease the ache in
her body by kissing her breasts.  Instead, his tongue licked down along
her arm, pausing to suck on the inside bend of her elbow.  Her breath
escaped her as his mouth clamped down on that spot, drawing a sigh from
her as she tossed her head on the pillowcase.

Michael worked his way along her lower arm to her hand, pulling himself
free of her grip on his shaft.  He licked each finger in turn, sucking
them one by one into his mouth, before placing her hand and arm gently
outstretched from her body and returning to her neck.  Again, he
repeated himself, kissing and nibbling his way down her other arm,
lifting it up to lick and suck her fingers before placing it out to her
side on the bed.

She felt the weight of Michael lifting from the mattress and she waited,
guessing he was going to find a toy to use on her.  His imagination
could do wonders, and she recalled the last time they had played this
game, when he had found numerous kitchen condiments to flavor her body
with.  She had enjoyed just guessing what each one was as she felt it
coating her skin, but loved the added bonus of Michael's tongue licking
them off.

She could hear Michael padding around the room, going from first one
side of the bed to the other.  Then, the comforting weight of his body
returned, slowly straddling her stomach, the hardness of his cock
pressed between her breasts.  Lynn resisted an urge to squeeze her
breasts together, knowing that Michael had arranged her in this manner
on the bed for a reason.

He lay down on her, his warmth passing through her skin into her body. 
His hands slipped along her arms and down to her wrists, caressing the
soft skin there for a moment, before lifting her hands slightly and then
placing them back down on the bed.  She could feel something beneath her
wrists, a rougher material than the blankets, and Michael's hands
reached over her arms, pulling the material around her wrist.  He
released her arms, then slid off her, sitting beside her on the bed.

"Sit up" he said.

Lynn tried to sit up, to find her arms were tightly restrained by
whatever Michael had placed around them.   She tugged a few times before
she began to recognize the restraints given to her during her wedding
shower as a gag gift from her sister.  Made of parachute cord, ending
with wrist straps lined with velcro for quick strap downs and easy
release, she and Michael had never gotten around to using them before.

"I can't sit up," she said, feeling her body coming to life as she felt
all control slipping from the situation.  As when she thought about
flashing the salesman, her imagination about what Michael could do to
her like this was running rampant, creating a flush in her body that
reached all the way to her toes.

"Good," Michael said.  And, with that, she felt him lifting her left
leg, then binding it with one of the matching leg restraints.  He did
the same to the right leg, and now Lynn was imobile, only able to move
her arms and legs a few inches.

She waited for a long time, waited for his next surprise.  He didn't
speak again, though she could feel him as he moved around the bed.  He
stood up, and she strained to listen to the sound of his footsteps.  Her
body was growing very aroused as she imagined him ontop of her, taking
her, using her like this.  

"Michael?" she asked tentatively, and was rewarded with the thickness of
his shaft shoved between her lips.  For a moment, she almost gagged,
surprised by the sudden invasion of her mouth, but then she greedily
began to suck on it, feeling the wetness in her legs spreading, running
out of the lips of her sex and down her thighs onto the bed. When his
cock would pop free from her mouth, she would run her tongue all along
its length, savoring the salty taste of the pre-cum at the tip, before
gliding her lips back over it again.  Michael rocked his hips slowly,
riding her face as he so often rode her body.  Lynn only wished for her
hands to be free so that she could stroke herself as she sucked him.

Michael pulled away, and again the room was quiet for a moment.  His
weight descended on the bed, near her knees, and positioned itself
between her outspread thighs.  She lifted her hips, trying to entice him
into penetrating her, wanting his cock inside her so bad that, for
agonizing moments she was sure she could feel it there already.  But
Michael teased her with it, pressing the head of his cock against her
mound, rubbing it down and over her clit, and then through her wet slit,
before sliding it back up again.  Over and over he did this, and Lynn's
hips and ass were squirming over the sheets, trying to slide forward
enough to get the tip inside her.

Michael pulled his cock away from her pussy for a moment, and Lynn bit
back on a whimper at the loss of it's touch to her sex.  She felt a
light sting then, right on the most sensitive part of her body.  It was
repeated, and she could not repress the groan that flooded from between
her teeth as she felt Michael's cock slapping her clit.  The sheer
blessed joy of each jolt, a brief moment of slight sting followed by
such intense bliss. She arched her back as the slaps came harder,
visualizing his hand holding the shaft of his cock near the base,
lifting it like a little flesh and skin covered hammer, and then
slapping it down on her wet clit.

The intensity rose and rose, and Lynn knew she could get off doing this,
her orgasm so close now as he struck her repeatedly with his cock.  She
knew she wanted this again, wanted him to tie her down and use her like
this, wanted him to flip her over and spank her ass with his cock as he
was her pussy.  As she pushed towards her climax, from downstairs she
heard the doorbell ringing.  For a moment, she was sure it was a ringing
in her ears from her mounting state of arousal and the blood rush that
would signal her climax, but then Michael was climbing off her body.

"Undo these things, hun, quick," Lynn said.  "Knowing my luck it's mom
and she would die if she found us like this."

"Wait here," was Michael's reply, fading away down the hall as he went
to answer the door.  Lynn just lay there, shocked and mortified it would
be a relative who would have to use the bathroom, just down the hall
from the bedroom.  If Michael left the door open, the would have a clear
view of the big four poster, and Lynn's naked body bound to it.

Her fears were confirmed when she heard the footsteps on the stairs,
more than one set. Since Michael had no shoes on, she knew there were
several people in the house with him, and she prayed the door was at
least partially closed.  The footsteps reached the landing at the top of
the stairs, and then walked towards the bedroom.  She knew the door
wasn't open when the sound entered the room unhesitantly, and then
stopped next to the bed.  

She just lay there, her face blushing a crimson red the heat of which
she could easily feel.  From somewhere near the door, she heard
Michael's voice saying "See what I mean?  She's more completely aroused
then I've ever seen her in my life.  And she owes me big time for what
happened earlier today."

Lynn's mind whirled around these words.  It grasped at them, read them,
recited them, but couldn't understand exactly what they meant.  All she
could focus on was the image of her naked body tied to the bed, and the
strangers who might be looking at her right now.  She felt scared, and
aroused, just as she had been at the shoe store.  Only the fear was
stronger, having no control over her body, no way to decide just what
she would want to do.  Whatever Michael decided was her only choice,
which was no choice at all.  And still, she couldn't contain the deeping
tingle in her pussy, or hide from these people the wetness of her lips
below.

"I think you've looked at her enough," said Michael, breaking the spell
of silence that hovered in the room.  "I can see your both aroused by
what I've presented you with.  She's yours.  I'm just going to sit over
here and watch for a while."

Lynn lay there, speechless, thoughtless, as the rustle of clothing being
removed filled the terrible quiet that followed Michael's words.


Copyright 1998 J.Reynolds
-- 
"The church says the earth is flat.  But I know it's
 round for I have seen it's shadow on the moon and
 I have more faith in a shadow then the church" - Magellan

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