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Good Neighbor 
by Jean-Marc Conier (jeanmarc@poboxes.com)

***

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

***

"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 head.

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 fast forwarded 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 hard-on 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'm sorry I thought Denise was..." She began.

"It's alright. It's not your fault. You couldn't..." I 
interrupted.

"No I should have knocked. I shouldn't have just barged 
in..." She continued.

"It's alright. No problem. Denise should be..." 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 semi-hard 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?"

END

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