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"Good Neighbor"         (FM, FM, mild bd, toys)
by Jean-Marc Conier       4200 words

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Prologue:  It's been said that the true test of a good friend is the
housekey test. Ask yourself if you would feel comfortable giving your
friend a key to your house. If you wouldn't, get a new friend....



"How's that, honey? Is it too tight?"

"No, it's fine." I tugged at the soft ties restraining my arms. Of
course
they weren't really ties. Well, one was. An ugly polyester number that
was
supposed to be Santa Claus but somehow resembled Elvis more than St.
Nick.
Restraining my left arm was the belt off my old bathrobe.

Denise and I were novices when it came to this sort of thing. The first
time I tied her up her circulation got cut off to one arm. Just as I
started pulling out the ice cubes for my Mickey Rourke impression her
whole
arm went numb and she panicked. She thrashed around so much she pulled a
muscle in her back and spent the next two days in bed.

It took about three months before we tried again, and she decided it
would
be best if she was in control. I didn't have a problem with that, and I
haven't since. But somehow we've never got up the nerve to go buy any
'real' equipment.

Looping pantyhose around each ankle, my wife spread my legs apart and
cinched them down to the corners of the bed. She looked up at me with a
smug grin.

"I've got a lot planned for you tonight, honey."

"Oh, really? Like what?" I tugged lightly with each limb, testing my
bonds.
They were more secure than usual.

"You'll see... I wonder what I might have for you in this bag..." She
lifted a shopping bag onto the bed, pulled the handles apart and reached
inside.

Her hand disappeared deep into the bag then came back out slowly. Her
fingertips held the end of what appeared to be a shiny black dildo. She
pulled it out of the bag inch by inch. I kept expecting to see the end,
but
it grew and grew.

"You can't be serious," I said as she laid the monster dildo on the bed
next to me.

Her eyes met mine and she picked up the plastic cock. Holding my gaze
she
brought it to her lips. Her tongue reached out to wet the tip and she
opened her mouth to receive it.

Suddenly she started giggling and dropped the dildo.

"If you could see the look on your face, honey!" She continued laughing
as
I squirmed on the bed. Her hand came to rest on my thigh as she tried to
regain her composure.

"That's not funny, dear."

"Aw, what's the matter sweetie?" She picked up the dildo and held it,
the
head resting against my stomach. She trailed it down over my crotch, the
cool plastic sending shivers through me as the head passed over the
length
of my cock and across my balls.

"Does this frighten you?" she asked, without looking up at me, her eyes
watching the dildo slide under my balls, watching my legs tremble as a
thought flashed through my mind that she might actually be serious.

I closed my eyes tightly, knowing I should trust my wife but terrified
at
the same time. My breathing was shallow and time seemed to stretch. Then
I
felt the plastic pull away for a moment. I started to open my eyes, but
thought better of it when I felt Denise's fingers lifting my balls. A
few
seconds later I felt cold goop between my cheeks, then light pressure at
my
rosebud. I squeezed my eyes tighter and turned my head away from her, as
though hiding my face would hide my ass from the cock she intended to
use
on me. A dozen images went through my mind as the pressure grew on my
asshole. I wanted to cry out. I wanted to beg her to stop. I wanted to
run
away. Then I felt her fingers gently grasp the head of my cock and I
realized I was hard. Rock hard.

Her fingers lightly tapped up and down my shaft, dancing from the head
to
the root. Then, suddenly the pressure stabilized on my ass and I felt
the
friction of the monster cock burying itself inside me. I felt so full I
thought I would burst. I was in agony. But it was strangely pleasurable
at
the same time. The pressure inside me forced my cock to grow larger and
my
wife's fingers felt like needles on its head. The pleasure was
excruciating. I felt the bed shift and Denise began licking the head of
my
dick. Long, slow circles around the glans.

She started working the dildo inside me back and forth, just an inch or
so
at a time. I felt woozy. My senses were in overload. I felt an orgasm
approaching. I wanted to scream, to yell, anything to let my wife know
how
good I felt at that moment.

Then, she stopped. My cock twitched in the empty air. Denise eased the
monster dildo out of my ass. It hurt a little as the last of it came out
of
me. I clenched my ass a couple times, testing to see if it would ever
close
again.

"Well, that's enough with the small one I think," she said.

I opened my eyes in disbelief. Small one? I turned to see her holding a
pink dildo slathered with K-Y. The black one lay beside me on the bed,
dry
as a bone.

"Are you ready for the big one now, stud?"

I realized the dildo in her hand couldn't be more than five inches long,
the same size as my own cock, now shrinking and leaking pre-cum onto my
leg. What felt like a fist inside me was smaller than my own equipment.
I
shuddered, then saw the sly grin on my wife's face.

"You really thought I was using the big one, didn't you?" She chuckled.
"You thought you were getting it good."

I didn't know what to say. 'I love you' didn't seem appropriate, though
it
definitely came to mind at that moment.

"Hey, lighten up sweetie. You're all tense!" Her hands reached up to
mine
and she pried my fingers apart. They'd been clenched in fists and I
hadn't
even noticed. "I think you need some time to cool off. I might leave you
here and go run an errand or two..."

"Dear! Don't leave me like this!" I tugged at my bonds, struggling on
the
bed, but they held tight.

"Oh, don't worry sweetie. I won't leave you alone. I'll leave you with
some
company." With that she rummaged in her bag and pulled out a videotape.
I
watched her walk over to the TV and start up the VCR. The screen blurred
as
she fastforwarded through the phone sex ads and FBI warning. Then the
title
came up: Pussyeaters 7.

She turned back to me. "I think you'll like it sweetie. An hour and a
half
of oral sex. Your favorite... Well, actually my favorite but I doubt
you'll
complain."

The action onscreen started up and she turned the volume down a little.
"Wouldn't want to wake the neighbors while I'm gone, would I?"

"You're really leaving me like this?" I looked from arm to arm,
struggling
to get free. "C'mon dear, you can't just leave!"

"Watch me honey," she said with a smile, then added "or watch the tv.
You
just might learn something. In fact I hope you will." She walked out of
the
bedroom and closed the door behind her. I waited for her to come back,
but
the only sound was the quiet moans coming from the tv. Then I heard her
car
start and she drove away.

My hardon returned as I watched the procession of gorgeous women faking
orgasms onscreen. Blondes, brunettes, more blondes, the occasional
redhead.
Each taking her turn spread wide for the camera. After three or four
scenes, they started to get really repetitive. And without the ability
to
jerk off, the tape was more frustrating than pleasurable.

About a half hour into my ordeal the phone rang. I thought it might be
Denise, testing to see if I had gotten free. The machine in the living
room
picked up on the fourth ring. I strained to hear who it was over the
television but all I could tell was that the voice was female. Whoever
it
was left a long message before hanging up.

The tape grew more and more frustrating and I tried to tune it out.
Closing
my eyes I slowly drifted off, the moans and grunts sounding more like
white
noise after a while. I suppose I slept for fifteen or twenty minutes
before
the knock at the front door woke me up.

I awoke to the sound of snow from the television and looked around
somewhat
bleary-eyed. I started to roll over until the hose looped around my
ankles
reasserted itself. It took the third or fourth knock before I realized
someone was at the door.

Jingling of metal reached my ears, telling me Denise had found her keys
after all and was letting herself in. Perhaps she was testing to see if
I
had gotten loose. I flopped a little on the bed until I thought I looked
dead to the world, closed my eyes and waited for her to surprise me.

"..nise!? You're not gonna be..... ...at prick did!"

I couldn't make out all the words but I recognized enough to know our
next
door neighbor, Laura. Panic swept through me. Part of me wanted to call
out
to her that Denise wasn't here. Part of me wanted to stay quiet and hope
she went away.

"I spend two hours get........ and then he just..... Oh I could just
kill
him. Doesn't he......... what a girl......"

I heard her coming down the hall towards the bedroom and I looked back
at
the tv. Surely she could hear it and assumed Denise had fallen asleep
watching a movie. I scrambled to come up with something to yell to her
but
my voice abandoned me. I watched the doorknob twist as though in slow
motion. The door opened and the whole world stopped.

I know from the look in Laura's eyes I must have been quite a sight,
naked
and spread-eagled, tied to the bed with pantyhose and bathrobe belt.
Time
seemed frozen as I saw her eyes go wide.

In a split-second my embarrassment went to confusion as I took in
Laura's
attire. From the neck down she looked just as she always seemed to, a
little frumpy, very girl-next-door. She wore white Keds and gray
sweatpants, with an oversized T-shirt depicting three kittens staring
down
at a goldfish in its bowl. From the neck down, she was ready for laundry
day, gardening, soccer practice or spring cleaning. From the neck up she
was an entirely different person.

Her skin looked flawless, the kind of skin models dream about, and
without
the telltale sheen from makeup. The curves of her lips were perfect, no
smudge, no smear, full without seeming garish. Her cheekbones sat high
and
soft. Her eyes were positively vibrant, with full lashes and doe-like
innocence. Her hair looked as if she had stepped out of a painting. Over
her arm was a black evening dress, hanging lifeless like a dead fish
waiting to be fried.

The pieces fit together neatly in my mind and I realized why she seemed
angry. Part of me felt like I owed it to my gender to hide...

Less than a second had passed. Long enough for her situation to be
clear,
but she was at a loss for mine. Her face was flushed as she stammered an
apology, her eyes cast downward, but always keeping me in view.

"I'msorryIthoughtDenisewas.." She began.

"It'salright.It'snotyourfault.Youcouldn't.." I interrupted.

"NoIshouldhaveknocked.Ishouldn'thavejustbarged" She continued.

"It'salright.Noproblem.Deniseshouldbe.." I interrupted once more.

"Look.I.Geez...." She turned her head, as though realizing for the first
time that I was naked.

"Denise will be back in a little while. I'll let her know you stopped
by."
I stared at the back of her head expecting an answer but instead she
just
trembled softly. She sat down gently on the side of the bed, facing away
from me. A couple quiet breaths told me Laura was crying.  "Laura? You
okay?"

"I'm sorry, I just...." she paused to sniff, "... it's so frustrating,
you
know? I finally decide to take the time.... and make myself pretty...
and
he stands me up. He's asked me a dozen times... to dress up for a
date....
and the one time I do..." Laura continued sobbing quietly and I felt
about
three inches tall.

"I don't know what to say...," I tried. The words were as true as could
be.
I really didn't know what to say. Perhaps there's a chapter in Miss
Manners
for such a situation, but I never saw the 'Tied up naked talking to a
neighbor who's just been treated like shit' section. "I'm sorry, Laura."

Sometimes the simplest answer is the best. And my apology on behalf of
men
everywhere seemed to do the trick. Laura continued to cry for a while
longer, but they were productive tears. The anger and frustration were
being cleared from her system.

After a couple minutes she stopped sobbing and shot a quick glance over
her
shoulder at me, as though to confirm that I was still there. Yeah, like
I
was really going to be going anywhere. A second or two later she looked
again and hesitated before turning away. I suddenly felt quite
vulnerable.

A small giggle escaped her and she asked, "So what are you doing tied up
like that anyway?" She looked down at my legs. "Did you tie yourself
up?"
Her gaze panned up my legs to my waist, froze for a moment, then
returned
to the door.

"Um, Denise and I were... um..." The words refused to come out. I was
feeling more and more like a schoolboy standing in front of the class
talking about what I did all summer.

"Were, um, what?" I could hear the smile in her voice, though of course
I
couldn't see it. She was enjoying this!

"We were... um... in the middle of something and," I started.

"Yes I can tell you were in the middle of something." She interrupted.
"That's pretty obvious. But where is your better half? Were you a bad
boy
and she left you here to suffer?"

The tone in her voice was bordering on wicked. I flexed my arms a little
bit, hoping the ties might be looser now. But, they were as tight as
ever.
I really didn't know how to answer her.

"Um... I guess so..." I feebly attempted.

"Well, then I guess you're a captive audience for me." She stood up and
started walking towards the master bathroom. "Since I didn't get to see
what my outfit would do to Andy, I'll just see what it does to you. Be
out
in a few minutes." She closed the door behind her.

The moment the door closed, I struggled with my bonds. The pantyhose
around
my left leg seemed loose, and after a minute or so I twisted my foot out
of
one loop. But the knot was still fast, and my arms weren't coming free
any
time soon. I began to pray that Denise would return, though I wasn't
sure
how she would react to Laura. Normally I would have killed for a chance
with Laura, but this was so bizarre I couldn't relax.

The television continued its background snow, masking the sounds from
the
bathroom. I heard the water run a couple times, but nothing that would
give
me a clue as to Laura's plan. She probably didn't have a plan.

The door finally opened and a woman came out. Part of me knew it must be
Laura. But most of my mind could not believe that the woman turning to
walk
towards me was my neighbor. If it were possible, she looked better from
the
neck down than from the neck up. The dress seemed painted on her, yet
moved
like liquid silk as she stepped. She seemed to walk in slow motion, her
hair blowing in a breeze that wasn't there, her face lit by a sun that
had
set an hour before.

In less than a second my mind had compared the vision before me to every
woman I had ever seen, and I could not recall such a beautiful woman.
Perhaps my impression was colored by my situation. But the curves under
that dress were the kind that corsets struggle to create. And she walked
like she owned the world.

She paused after three or four steps and turned toward the television.
"Let's turn this off shall we?" she asked no one in particular, and the
television winked off, as my eyes traced a profile to rival the statues
in
Greece.

She turned to me again, unabashed staring at my naked body as I stared
at
hers. She stood between my legs, inches from my bound feet, and looked
down
at my cock. Her lips parted a fraction and her eyes half closed as she
took
in a deep breath. My semihard cock rose straight for the sky in
response.

A smirk came to her lips as she opened her eyes wide and met my gaze for
the first time. "Now that's the reaction I expected this outfit to
generate," she said smugly.

The images racing through my mind paused long enough for me to utter one
word. "Wow."

A soft giggle escaped her lips as she rest her hands firmly on my
thighs. I
was staring down the front of her dress, marveling at my good fortune,
thanking gods from several religions, praying that I could live just a
few
minutes more, when she spoke again.

"You know, I never really thought of you as attractive," she said. My
cock
deflated in reply. "I always thought you were kind of a geek really. Not
my
type at all. I normally go for the dickhead type. The drunk jerk who
thinks
he runs the world and usually can't find my clit to save his life."

I couldn't figure out where this was headed. Moments before, I thought I
was in heaven. Now it seemed like a bad SNL skit.

"Denise always said you were good in bed," she continued. Denise? What?
We
had always been fairly open about our lives, but I didn't think she was
telling the neighbors. I felt a little hurt, then I realized Denise had
been complimenting me and I didn't know how to feel.

"But I never considered sleeping with you, not even briefly," she said.
Oh
great, I thought. Any chance I had was gone. Now I just naked and being
tormented by my gorgeous next-door neighbor.

"Until now," she finished.

The spinning gears in my head locked up, and my brain froze. I didn't
even
really process the words for a moment. Just when I started to, I felt
Laura's tongue lapping gently at my balls. My whole body shook as my
senses
went into overload. Her hair spilled over my crotch as her hands came up
to
cup my balls. Her tongue traced a steady path up between my balls to the
base of my shaft, then up the shaft itself. Higher. Higher. Then rushing
over the tip in quick swirls around the head.

My cock swelled in the warmth of her mouth, bouncing with each heartbeat
between her teeth. Her lips felt like wet velvet sliding over my shaft
as
she fucked me with her mouth. Up and down, in long strokes. Her tongue
flicked back and forth across the underside of my cock with each one.
Then
she paused with just the head in her mouth and gently sucked, pulling
more
blood from my brain to my groin. I felt woozy, out of control. My legs
were
so tense they began to quiver.

Then Laura released my cock from her mouth, making a soft pop as empty
air
filled the space my manhood had left. The head twitched in front of her
lips as my body spasmed with need. I wanted to come. I ached to come. I
needed to come. And she knew it. But she was going to make me wait a bit
longer.

She removed her hands from my balls and hoisted herself onto the bed,
kneeling between my legs. She looked down at the hem of her dress, then
took it in her fingertips and slowly pulled it up until I could see
almost
to heaven. I looked up to find her staring into my eyes, watching me
watch
her. She leaned to one side and raised her knee over mine, then
completed
the straddle, letting her dress fall over my crotch. The soft fabric
seemed
like feathers tickling the head of my cock.

Laura reached one hand under the fabric and took hold of my shaft. Her
eyes
locked with mine as she pumped me slowly up and down, just a few
strokes,
just enough to tease. She bent my cock down and I felt the rough wetness
of
her matted pussy hair against my head. She worked it gently side to
side,
letting it sink into the furrow of her cunt.

Her eyes never left mine as she shifted her body forward a couple inches
to
line me up. The underside of my head settled into her wetness for a
moment,
then returned to its task, spreading her juices all over. I yearned to
watch, wanted so bad to see. But all I could do was feel and imagine.
Laura
raised herself ever so slightly and gripped my shaft firmly, then
settled
her weight full onto me, impaling herself on my cock.

She grunted as my cock hit her cervix, the first time she seemed to lose
her composure. She raised up again slowly, then back down, moaning
softly
with each stroke. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as she built
a
rhythm. After a few seconds her eyes opened again and we locked our
gaze.
She seemed to read my mind as she rested one hand on my chest to balance
herself. Her other hand went to the fabric pooled on my belly. She took
it
in her hand and raised it to her breast, exposing our coupling to my
eyes.

I tried not to look. I tried to keep up the stare. Tried to look as deep
into her soul as she was looking into mine. But I couldn't resist. I had
to
watch. I had to see.

I looked down and saw my cock. Swollen and coated in her juices. Sliding
effortlessly in and out, between her lips. Plunging deep inside of her
again and again. The watching made it harder. The watching made it
faster.
I raised my ass to meet her with each stroke, straining to get more
leverage, more penetration.

Seconds before I was going to come, she dropped the hem and her hand
flew
down to balance herself. Her whole body was trembling and shaking. She
closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, muffling a squeal. We
abandoned all rhythm and she quivered atop my cock, lost in her orgasm.

I was so close, but her tremors did not trigger my own. She rested in
that
position, balanced against my chest, my throbbing cock inside her, for a
few seconds before dismounting. To my surprise she rolled onto her side
and
took my cock back into her mouth. She pumped hard and fast with her hand
as
her tongue swirled round and round the head. In seconds I was at the
brink
and warned her I was gonna come.

She responded by taking my cock deep in her mouth, scratching my balls
with
her fingernails as she sucked and licked up and down. My eyes closed, my
whole body tensed and I babbled incoherently as the come started to
spurt.
Laura held my shaft in her hand and sucked on the head of my cock,
licking
back and forth across the head. It was so intense it was almost painful.
After a few spurts I begged her to stop. It was just too much. She
continued for a few seconds more, torturing me, then released her grip,
satisfied I was done.

When I opened my eyes she was standing at the foot of the bed with a
smug
grin. Her makeup was a disaster and the dress would never look the same.
I
looked down at myself to find she hadn't spilled a drop, though I was
covered in sweat. The next thing I knew she was at the door, wishing me
good night, leaving me tied to the bed.

"See you later. Hope Denise doesn't make you wait too long," she said as
she walked out the door.

I called out to her, "Laura! Um.... I...." I didn't know what to say. So
I
said nothing. The front door closed and I was alone again.



I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was Denise's
voice
from the living room.

"Honey? You awake in there?"

Groggily I opened my eyes as she opened the door and turned on the
light. I
squinted in her direction trying to get my senses back.

"Did you enjoy the video, sweetie?" She asked as she walked over to the
television. "Guess it's time to turn this thing off, huh?"

The sudden quiet startled me. I started to say something but she
interrupted. "Oh, honey! I see you did have a good time while I was
out!"
My vision returned and I saw that my belly was covered in come.

"So what did you dream about, sweetie?"


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