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I Fell in Love With My Neighbor
by Renata von Foetze (von_foetze@mail.com)

***

Sarah moved next door and he had an immediate crush on 
her but in high school he couldn't imagine acting on his 
wishes, but as a collegian he took a chance. (MF, d/s, 
oral, anal-play, rom)

***

Since I turned fourteen I had this huge crush on my then 
new neighbor, Mrs. Whitson is a petite green eyed 
brunette who always had blonde streaks in her hair. 

She's not built like most teen-aged boys' dreams. She 
doesn't have huge breasts, but her cute but small ones 
was part of my infatuation. My best friend laughed at me 
and said, "Good grief, Bill, you could lose them in your 
hand. She must be the president of the Tiny Tit Troup. 
Everyone else prefers Kelly's melons."

I smiled and ignored him and the other guys. I thought 
she was an angel come down from heaven. I obviously had 
the crush to end all crushes. She never did anything to 
encourage or discourage me. 

Guess I wasn't truly aware how small her breasts were 
until recently. Her tits were not what drew me to her 
anyway. She was twenty years old at the time she moved 
next door and had just married. I decided that she isn't 
all that older than me.

I hung around near her and tried to help her whenever I 
could. I mowed their lawn and shoveled their driveway 
and walks when it snowed. Mr. Whitson paid me well. He 
is rather quiet but looked stern all the time. Even when 
he smiled, he appeared stern. He also worked a lot of 
hours at his job. I didn't see that much of him.

Her name is Sarah. I love that name. For some reason it 
creates these images in my mind and she fit every one of 
them. Sarah didn't work. In the summer she would sun 
bathe on their deck and swim laps in their pool. 

Almost from day one, she invited me to swim laps with 
her. Besides being young and pretty, she would talk to 
me about almost anything. She became that special friend 
that you could talk to about things you couldn't talk to 
your parents or friends about, especially about girls. 
She helped my confidence when it came to dating when I 
went to high school. I adored her and wished she was 
mine every day.

Our lives changed four years later on a Tuesday in late 
May. I stayed home all day after I completed my first 
year of college. I hadn't found a summer job yet. Jobs 
had become scarce that summer. 

One day while I checked out my new smart phone – a 
present from my folks for maintaining a four point oh 
grade for the year. I happened to look out my window and 
saw Mrs. Whitson on her deck. She was sun bathing in the 
nude. I guess she didn't know or maybe she forgot I was 
not in school because she never did that before when I 
was home. 

I began to take some test pictures with my new phone and 
used her as my model. It was when she rolled over onto 
her back that I first noticed how small her tits really 
were. They were cute, nearly flat but high on her chest 
with puffy areolas that made her nipples look even 
larger. 

I was getting some nice shots when a strange man 
sauntered into her back yard. He went directly onto the 
deck as if he belonged there. She tried to cover up, but 
the man said something to her and she removed the towel. 
I immediately wondered who this guy could be that he 
could make her react like that.

They started what obviously was an intense argument. All 
of a sudden he dropped his pants. I almost dropped the 
camera. Then it came to me who the guy was. He had to be 
her older brother. She told me once that she had an 
older brother in the military. I guessed it must be him 
home on leave.

Next thing I know, she is on her knees gobbling up his 
erection. She gave him a superb blow job and I got a 
dozen snapshots. He must have shot a wad in her mouth 
because she suddenly pulled back and the next couple of 
shots splashed on her face and chest.

I could tell that her brother laughed at her as he put 
his cock away and zippered up. He said something to her 
and she shook her head no. Then he bent down to kiss her 
forehead and left. 

I was in half a daze. There was my sweet, gentle Sarah, 
sitting on her deck, naked, covered in cum that she had 
just sucked off her brother and did a better job than 
even Kelly Rivers ever did. Kelly was the high school 
number one slut. 

You had to be a real dork not to get a blow job from her 
at least once. She did me nearly once a week my last two 
years. We shared not a smidgen of affection about it, 
just sexual satisfaction for both of us.

That's neither here nor there. This story is about Sarah 
and me. I kept an eye out the rest of the week to see if 
her brother would show up again. If he did, I never saw 
him. 

The following Monday, I saw her sun bathing again, but 
this time wearing her pink bikini. I knocked on the gate 
between our yards. She looked up, smiled her sweet smile 
and waved me into her yard when she saw me.

We always had a friendly relationship. Like I said, I 
had this crush on her that grew over the years and would 
often dream of being with her sexually. Those dreams 
became wet ones this past week.

She peered up at me, used her hand to shade her eyes and 
asked, "Hi, Billy. Did you do well in college this 
year?" I sat on the lawn chair next to her lounge. "Four 
point oh for the year. It wasn't very hard and I made 
first string on the JV soccer team, skipping past the 
Frosh team."

Her smile broadened as she said, "That's wonderful. 
Would you like something cold to drink?"

"Not right now. I want to have a serious discussion with 
you."

She smiled uncertainly and asked, "A serious discussion? 
About what, do you have some new girl problems?"

"Sort of, I suppose you know that I have had a crush on 
you from the time you moved in here."

She nodded cautiously and said, "I know you did when you 
were younger. It was kind of cute. But I thought you'd 
get over that by now."

"The truth is, Sarah, I still have a huge crush for you. 
You are so beautiful and sweet. I think you're the best. 
So I decided that I want you as my sex slave."

She looked at me as if she didn't comprehend what I just 
said, so I continued. "I want us to make love and have 
all kinds of sex whenever – and wherever we can. I 
really thought about this, and there is no one I feel 
this way about but you."

She crossed her arms over her chest and sat up with her 
legs crossed at her ankles. In a horrified tone, she 
said, "Billy, I hope you are not serious. What could 
possibly make you think I would do such a thing?"

I passed her a couple of the nudie shots I took last 
week. "Will these convince you?"

"Omigawd, I can't believe you invaded my privacy like 
this."

"Well, it was quite a surprise to me too. I got so 
excited, I had to masturbate. I have some other pictures 
to show you."

I passed her a picture of the blow job and another of 
her covered in his cum. "I thought they might encourage 
you to agree to be my sex slave."

She smiled as if I was telling a joke and said, "Billy, 
you're not really serious. Are you?"

"I'm very serious, Sarah. I want you so bad. Would it 
convince you if I told you I have these pictures and 
more in my phone, as well as your husband's phone 
number?"

She was in between pissed off and fearful when she said, 
"Oh shit. This is so unfair. What do you really expect 
of me?"

"I would love to see you naked so I can kiss and play 
with your cute tits. Maybe you can give me a blowjob 
while I do that. But first I want to kiss your sweet 
lips."

I went over to her and she looked up at me as I bent 
down. We kissed and she gave me a good kiss in return. 
Then she pulled down my swim trunks, undid her bikini 
top and loosed the ties on her bottoms to pull them off. 

I put both of my hands on those tiny tits. To my 
surprise and joy, her nipples were rock hard and they 
felt so good jabbed into my palms. She slipped to her 
knees and took me in her mouth. I was in heaven.

She did do me better than Kelly ever did. My crown 
became swollen and purple as it filled with my blood in 
seconds. She first kissed the tip and swirled her tongue 
all around the crown then licked the under edge of the 
ridge which caused my cock to leap. 

In a flash she recaptured it in her mouth and took the 
crown inside and washed it with her tongue as she used a 
hand to stroke my length. I was surprised when I felt 
her hand caress my butt cheeks. My breath became harsh 
and ragged.

I took her blonde pony tail in my hands began to guide 
her mouth to take in more of my cock. I threw my head 
back and began repeated cries of 'awh, awh' as I pushed 
my hips at her mouth. 

She circled the base of my cock and squeezed tight to 
prevent ejaculation. I groaned in a piteous way and 
begged her. "Please let me cum. Please."

She let my cock go. In no time my cock became swollen 
with the flow of cum right into her mouth. She took the 
first two spurts deep into her throat before she rocked 
back until she just had only my crown inside her mouth. 
She began to suck like a vacuum cleaner until I had no 
more to give. 

Then she let me loose and I fell back on my ass and 
stared at her in amazement and total satisfaction. She 
used her towel to politely clean any cum on her lips. 
Then she threw the towel in my lap.

I gave myself a quick cleaning before I picked her up to 
carry her to lawn swing. I sat down with her in my lap 
and began to kiss and caress her every place I could 
reach. She practically swooned when my fingers caressed 
and teased her pussy. 

She huskily whispered, "Billy, be fair, it's your turn 
to make me cum. Play with me, finger me and do what you 
can to make me cum. Please!"

I did what she asked and she came all over my fingers. I 
lifted my hand to her mouth. She licked her own juices 
off. I put two of my fingers back in her pussy, covered 
them in her honey so I could put them in my mouth. It 
tasted so good.

As I sat in blissful satisfaction, Sarah said, "Billy, 
let's go inside I want you to tell me more about what I 
might have to do as your sex slave."

I could barely think. I hadn't really thought this 
through. I figured she might tell her husband and he'd 
come over and beat the shit out of me. Maybe I needed to 
run away, but no. She seemed to accept the idea right 
off the bat.

We agreed that if I could come up with an idea that we 
would do it as long as it didn't hurt. That's the last 
thing I wanted to ever do – hurt Sarah. We spent the 
rest of the day getting to know each other better. After 
I dumped my fifth load of cum in her I asked, "I was 
wondering, Sarah. Are you on the pill or something?"

She shook her head and in a sad voice said, "Uh uh, 
Billy, I'm not fertile. The doctors aren't sure that 
even an implanted fertilized egg would come to term. 
Actually, Mr. Whitson is happy about it. He doesn't like 
children."

"Gee, doesn't that bother you? Why don't you work 
someplace to fill your time?"

She laughed. "It doesn't bother me that much. It's not 
like there're too few people in the world. I don't work 
because, Mr. Whitson won't allow it. It can be a boring 
life, but I stay with him because of our agreement that 
he will always take care of me financially, even if he 
divorces me. I'm just not allowed to seek a divorce or 
run away. I guess that is why I'm actually happy you 
wanted me to be your sex slave."

I gawked at that last sentence then managed to say, 
"What if he finds out about us?"

She became very serious and said, "Oh, he mustn't; 
because he could cause you problems. Do you know how to 
properly lick a girl's pussy?"

I giggled. "I bet you can teach me."

She did and I had lessons until I was able to bring her 
to a raging orgasm without using my cock or fingers. We 
practiced all that day while Mr. Whitson was at work 
until I had to leave. "Can I have another blow job 
before I go? I'm primed and ready."

She immediately gobbled up my cock and did her magic. It 
didn't take long for me to fill her mouth. She licked me 
clean then pulled my head down to kiss me. 

I licked a nipple that caused her to shiver. I said, 
"You're the greatest. I want you to leave your back door 
unlocked when your hubby leaves in the morning. Wait in 
bed for me. Okay?"

She nodded with a naughty half smile.

***

In the morning I kept watch for Sarah's husband to 
leave. As soon as I saw him drive off, I went out my 
back door and crossed over to her house. I was pleased 
to find the back door unlocked and made a mental note to 
get a copy of the keys to her house. 

I took off my shorts (all I wore) in the kitchen and 
tip-toed to her bedroom. My cock jumped to full 
attention when I saw that she waited for me as naked as 
the day she was born. She was gorgeous with her hair 
loose on her pillow. Nipples were turgid and her green 
eyes were exotically narrowed as she followed me into 
her room. She wore her wicked angel smile when she saw 
my bouncing cock. Then she spread her legs further open 
to greet me.

I crawled between her legs and slid my arms under her 
knees. As I crept closer, my arms hooked her knees to 
drive them outside her body. When my cock touched her 
pussy, I pushed her legs so that her knees were against 
her sides and level with her breasts. I looked into her 
eyes and could see she was curious as to what I had in 
mind.

I rubbed my cock on her labia until they opened. I was 
able to slide my cock in her wetness to further 
lubricate. I smiled down at her and slipped my cock into 
her vagina. She was so wet and ready for me. I was balls 
deep on my first thrust. 

Nevertheless, she was pretty snug. I pulled back until I 
was only an inch deep. She moaned and begged me not to 
stop. I slowly pushed in and her walls adjusted to me 
and muscles caressed my cock as it slid in deeper. I 
began a rhythmic thrusting. Her moans grew louder in 
between deep breaths.

After a few thrusts, I pulled back until I nearly fell 
out. She cried out. "No, don't stop. Please, please make 
me your slut."

I responded by sliding back in deep, maybe a little 
deeper. Once again I rhythmically thrusted up and down. 
She moaned in time with me. She tried to push her hips 
up to meet my down thrusts but couldn't get the support 
to be able to lift her hips off the bed. I slowly 
increased my speed. In between moans she made little 
yipping noises that I couldn't decipher.

I pumped as fast as I could. Sarah's legs shook while I 
kept a good grip on her hips. All of a sudden, her eyes 
snapped open and she screamed, "Yes, yes, YES, I'm gonna 
explode."

She came. I felt her body spasm twice and her vaginal 
muscles clenched hard around my cock. Then I also came 
and filled her. Her body continued to quake and I noted 
tears in her eyes. I was afraid she was hurt, but then a 
sleepy smile softened her face.

I began to slide out. She said, "Not yet. Leave it 
inside me. It feels nice. Now I'm completely your sex 
slave."

We lay in that position for a couple of minutes then my 
softened cock fell out. I rolled over to her side and 
let her legs fall down. She rolled into me and I pulled 
her tight. "Thank you, Billy. That was wonderful."

"I should thank you and it was more than wonderful. May 
I ask you a personal question?"

She giggled. "Billy, you just fucked me and I sucked 
your dick. How much more personal can we get?"

"Oh, yeah. Well I'm curious as what you and your brother 
argued about before you gave him a blow job. You didn't 
seem to want to do it."

"I didn't and that is what we argued about. He began to 
make me suck his cock when I was eight years old and he 
was thirteen. George was, and still is, a big bully and 
not just to me. He would spank me no matter where we 
were if I didn't blow him when he demanded it."

"What a prick. I'll protect you."

"Please don't Billy. George is a martial arts expert in 
the Marines. He's nasty mean and only the Marines would 
take him."

"One more question. You're very tight. I don't think you 
have been fucked very often. Not by George, nor Mr. 
Whitson or anyone else, in my opinion."

"It's true. Today was only the third time a man's cock 
entered me. George would never do it. He doesn't really 
like women, if you know what I mean." I nodded. "I let 
one boy do it in high school and he didn't know what to 
do. He hurt me. Mr. Whitson only did me once, the night 
we were married. It was over quick and he said, "That 
makes it official." Then he went to sleep. He has never 
touched me again. You have no idea how thrilled I am 
that you want me as your sex slave."

"Err, but you were able to teach me how to lick and 
finger you well enough."

"Gee, Billy, do you want my full sexual history. Okay, I 
was in with a group of girls my last year in high 
school. We were outsiders. We experimented with Lesbian 
sex most of the year. The thing is, I'm not into girl on 
girl sex, no matter how nice the orgasms were. Speaking 
of that, would you please suck on my clit and finger 
me?"

I was happy to oblige Sarah, with enthusiasm. I was 
pleased that I brought her off four times before she 
begged me to stop. I swear I could've licked and sucked 
her pussy all day. Maybe one day I will.

We lay in each other's arms all morning to cuddle and 
kiss. I love her body. Truth is that I love everything 
about her. Her tits were both firm and soft and her 
nipples just begged to be suckled. If we didn't need to 
use the bathroom, we might have never got up until it 
was time for her husband to come home.

However, we finally did get up since we both became 
hungry around noon time. Sarah made us a salad for lunch 
which we ate out on the deck. "Now it's my turn to ask 
some questions."

"Sure, go ahead."

"Why in the world do you have such a crush on me? I'm 
not that pretty."

"Gee, that's easy. I think you're beautiful and sweet 
and now I know you are a sex goddess."

"How can you think I'm beautiful? I belong to the Tiny 
Tits Team and I don't have the greatest legs. I thought 
all you young guys like long legs and big boobs. My face 
isn't all that terrific either."

"It is to me. I think you're perfect."

"Thank you, that makes me feel really good. So what do 
you expect from your devoted sex slave as we go 
forward?"

"Other than sex whenever I want? Well, I would prefer 
you didn't wear panties or bras when I'm with you." She 
nodded her agreement. "I would like to take you out 
sometimes, but I want you to wear some sexy clothes." 
She nodded again. "I want to have sex in different 
places and different positions."

"You command me, so I'll likely agree to anything you 
ask of me. What kind of clothes do you want me to wear? 
I'll let you surprise me with your last item."

"I know a couple of neat stores, but we have to wait 
until I make some money before I can afford to buy the 
clothes for you."

She smiled so happily, my heart melted. "I can afford to 
buy the clothes. Whitson ain't much of a husband, but he 
gives me a generous allowance. When do you want to go 
shopping? How about we go tomorrow after our morning 
fuck?"

We spent an hour in the pool. We swam laps then fooled 
around in the water and never had to worry about being 
seen. The only place you can see her backyard, other 
than from her house, is from my room on the second 
floor. 

When we were tired of the pool we went inside and fucked 
again. This time she lay on her tummy with a pillow 
underneath her hips. I was on top and rubbed her pussy 
until she was wet and open. We both liked this position. 
She told me that it stimulated her love spot inside. I 
liked it because it seemed as if I was in deeper and her 
muscles worked my cock more. 

After we had a number of delightful orgasms, we showered 
together. I love washing her body, but then I love 
everything about her or did I mention that a time or 
two. After we finished, I put on my shorts since it was 
time for me to get home before her husband shows up.

***

Thursday I had a job interview as a summer temp 
replacement doing accounts receivables and/or payables. 
It was easy work and usually I needed to put in only a 
half a day and most weeks only had to work four days. At 
nine bucks an hour it wasn't much. I was lucky to bring 
home more than hundred and thirty dollars a week. But it 
also meant I got to see Sarah every day except the 
weekends.

Friday I had no assignment so after a nice one hour 
morning fuck fest, we went to find that boutique place. 
Our first purchase was a black floral camisole set with 
satin bows on the cups. We included a pair of black lace 
above the elbow fingerless gloves and two pairs of sheer 
patterned thigh high stay ups. A couple of black micro 
miniskirts made it a complete outfit for when we go out.

I followed that up with a sexy leopard print off the 
shoulder chemise with a ruffled neckline and hem. With 
red thigh highs it was a complete outfit. Then I just 
had to get her this red and black stretch print mesh 
chemise with a completely open back. It was sooo hot, 
especially without the G-string. 

I wanted to get some more outfits, but Sarah said we had 
more than enough. In the jewelry department, for a lark, 
I bought her a rhinestone choker and a rhinestone slave 
bracelet. She giggled when I asked her to wear them for 
me. We stopped at the shoe boutique and got her a pair 
of knee high boots with a four and half inch heel and a 
half inch platform.

Next we went to the Pink Lady adult store. She wandered 
around the clothing racks while I picked up some 
lubrication, a butt plug, some anal beads on a string, a 
pair of nipple clamps with a connecting silver chain, a 
bullet vibrator with a remote control and a steel band 
collar covered in black velvet. It came with a ring 
attached. 

We went into the back room so I could put the vibrator 
in her vagina. It had seven speeds. We had fun with that 
as we drove around and had lunch in a Chinese 
restaurant. By then I practically depleted my non- 
college money reserves. I drove her crazy in the 
restaurant by dialing up the remote. Before we left, she 
pulled it out by the antenna and put it in her purse.

On the way home we stopped at a quiet place off the road 
and had a leisurely back seat fuck. I am sure I will 
never get enough of her. Especially as she is such a 
willing sex slave.

***

The weekend was dreary since her husband was home. I got 
another temp job in the super market. It was good for 
forty-five dollars a day for five hours. One Sunday 
morning she came in to the store while I worked. On my 
break we went out to my car in the back lot and she gave 
me a blow job then I licked and fingered her to an 
orgasm. Thereafter it would become more or less a 
regular Sunday morning event.

That had to hold me until Monday. The rest of the 
weekend I spent thinking of things we could do and of 
places to do them. I could barely control myself when 
Monday morning arrived and I didn't have to work. I 
impatiently paced in my room from window to window as I 
gazed outside waiting for Sarah's husband to leave. As 
soon as he left, I dashed over to her backdoor. It was 
unlocked.

She waited for me in her bed in the same manner as last 
week. We did a sixty-nine for the first time. Once again 
she swallowed my whole load. I began to realize she 
liked to swallow, which was more than fine with me as I 
loved to cum in her mouth as well in her vagina.

After lunch, I pressed her over the edge of the table 
and fucked her. My cock felt so wonderful inside her 
warm, wet vagina. The more often we fucked the more 
active her vaginal muscles played on my cock. Sarah is 
more amazing than I could ever have imagined.

After a little rest, while we watched her favorite soap, 
we fucked again on the couch. We went into the bathroom 
and we washed each other. She had me use an enema bag to 
douche her pussy for the first time. Then hand in hand, 
we went outside and dove into the pool to do our laps. 
We showered one more time and I hustled home.

My Mom waited for me in the kitchen. "I notice you spend 
a lot of time with our neighbor. Do you think it wise?"

"It's better than sitting around here. I get to use 
their pool and we talk about things. I enjoy being with 
her."

"You do know that it is improper to mess around with a 
married woman, don't you?"

"Mom! Really! Even if I did, we are both adults. We're 
just friends and she gets lonely and I make her laugh. 
It's okay, Mom."

***

The next three days I worked. We didn't get much time 
together. I went over early in the mornings to get my 
blow job then I would suck and play with her nipples 
while fingering her pussy. I'm sure neither of us was 
completely satisfied. I'd fly to her home after work 
quickly as I could. 

She would wait for me on her bed with two pillows under 
her hips and would jill herself before I got there. This 
got her sufficiently wet with arousal so she was ready 
to fuck as soon I came in. However, I would kiss her 
first and lick down to her breasts and suck hard on each 
nipple in turn. Before I would enter her, I fingered her 
pussy until she was squirming in need and desire.

She would be in the hottest desire by that time. I slid 
my cock balls deep into her and still she pushed back. 
Her hands fisted the sheet on each side of head. Her 
face was buried in a pillow until she needed air. As I 
slowly rode her she'd go "uh, uh" as she breathed. She 
might try to arch her back, but my weight held her down. 
I didn't know it then but that increased her need to 
come fast and hard.

I drove my hips as fast as I could. Every so often I 
would hear her give me instructions – 'harder' 'more' 
'come on'. Then when her body stretched out stiffly, I 
knew it was time. I would respond in turn. My balls 
tightened up, toes would curl and my ass would clench. 

I held back until I heard her release a long exhale. 
Then I'd fill her with my semen. When the wave of 
orgasms came to an end and my spurts were done, I rolled 
off her to one side so I could drag her over me. 
Together we'd lie there with my arms around her. Every 
so often she would shiver. It was good. 

Timing was important, we had to be done and dressed 
before her husband came home. He was usually regular 
although sometimes he'd be late. That week twice, I was 
going out the back door while Whitson came in the front. 
It added to the excitement.

***

On Fridays we would be able to take our time to enjoy 
our morning suck and fuck. Then hand in hand we dashed 
outside and plunged into the pool to cool down. We swam 
our laps before resting in the water all huggy-kissy 
with a little extra feely-touchy. 

On one Friday, she dressed in one of her new outfits – 
the black floral camisole with the floral print lace top 
with satin bows and ruffles. I suggested she wear one of 
her micro miniskirts and stockings. I wore slacks and 
sports shirt. 

We drove onto the interstate and we rode down four 
exits. Along the way she gave me another blow job. The 
experience of her lips on my cock while I drove was 
fantastic. I never tired of the pleasures she gave to 
me. We came to our exit. I pulled off the highway into 
the parking lot of an adult store.

The clerk gave her a good looking over. I could smell 
Sarah's instant arousal. I bought a roll of quarters 
before we browsed through the aisles. Most of the 
entrance area was covered with shelves of books, 
magazines and videos – both DVDs and tape. We looked 
through a couple of the magazines. Typical porn, guys 
with foot long cocks and women with huge tits. 

We moved to the next section that contained sex aids and 
BDSM gear. There were dildos, plugs, condoms, French 
ticklers, creams, lotions, lubrications and ointments. I 
picked up a package of ticklers and two bottles of Kama 
Sutra Love Oil – one Raspberry and one Cinnamon.

There was a section for clothes and a section for toys. 
I picked up a blindfold and a feather duster. The clerk 
came over to us, ogled Sarah and asked if we needed any 
help. I whispered to Sarah, "Take off the camisole and 
ask if you can try on something." 

As she slowly pulled up the camisole, I gave the clerk 
my purchases and told him I'd pay for them on the way 
out after we check out the movie booth. He nearly 
dropped the things when Sarah got the camisole off and 
shook her head to settle her hair. Her sweet little 
boobs shook as well. 

In a sweet pleading voice she asked, "May I try on some 
of these tops?"

He stuttered. "Sh…sure y…you can m…miss."

Sarah tried on some outrageous thing, looked in the 
mirror and shook her head. "Nope, that won't do. Let me 
try on something else now."

He stared while a drop of drool escaped his lips. She 
went through the same routine to take off the ugliest 
top I've ever seen. Shook her head with a look of 
disgust, she slipped the camisole back on. I took her 
hand and we strolled to the rear.

I took notice of the several men who came in and were 
browsing among the shelves. I smiled to notice that all 
of them attempted to covertly watch Sarah. It was quite 
obvious to me that Sarah enjoyed being the center of 
attention.

There was a hand written list of the titles. We made our 
choice, went through the door into the dim hallway with 
a row of doors on each side. The booths were about six 
feet square with a coin slot under the back-lit screen. 
A bench was provided. A quarter got you ten minutes of 
film so you likely needed six quarters to see the whole 
thing. 

The walls consisted of thin plywood panels between 
booths. I put in three quarters and we sat on the bench. 
It wasn't much of a surprise that the movie was dopey 
and tedious. 

The sounds of the movies spilled over, as did the 
movements and moans of my neighbors. Roughly fifteen 
minutes into the file, we heard a noise by the wall. A 
cock was sticking through one of the cutouts.

Sarah whispered, "What's that all about."

"Some horny guy wants someone, probably you, to jerk or 
suck him off."

"Should I do that?"

"Do you want to?"

"Hmm, I don't think so. I have you and I can't imagine 
being that desperate to suck on some unknown cock. It 
like that British thing – dogging." 

I spoke up louder and said, "Sorry, we're not 
interested."

The movie ran out and we didn't care to see any more. We 
went to the clerk and I paid for my purchases and we 
left. On the drive back she asked if I ever used a glory 
hole. I told her once. I was with some school chums and 
we got drunk and went to a place. I stuck my cock 
through the hole and some guy sucked me off."

"Do girls go there?"

"I imagine there are some who do. It seems awfully 
chancy to me, though." I looked at the clock and 
realized I would need to break a speed limit or two to 
get her home before Whitson shows up.

Another dreary weekend was ahead. But it turned out not 
so bad. Her husband went out Saturday night, so I took 
her to the movies. We sat in a dark corner of the 
balcony. She gave me a lovely blow job and I fingered 
her to a couple of orgasms. She sat on my lap towards 
the end of the feature and we quietly fucked. We had 
mutual orgasms during the noisy finale of the action 
flick that neither of us actually watched.

We stopped at a pizza joint and got some slices and soft 
drinks before I took her home. She changed into her 
bikini. We sat on the swing for some huggy-kissy action. 
When we heard his car pull into the driveway, she went 
into the pool and I snuck home through the back gate.

***

Sunday, she again came to the store in the morning. We 
went out back and enjoyed a quickie, at least I did. I'm 
not sure she had an orgasm. Afterward I told her to stay 
and I will come out in 45 minutes. But she said she had 
to go home to her husband. 

Monday it rained all day, so when I got home from my 
job, we had a quick fuck in her bed. This working bit 
sucks. I hardly saw her the next three days and come 
Friday I was horny as hell. I raced over to her place as 
soon as I saw her husband leave. She waited for me as 
usual on her bed in her naked loveliness. We exchanged a 
morning oral.

After some cuddling, I put the blindfold on her. I made 
a big deal of getting her to lay on the bed just right 
with her limbs just so. I bound her wrists in a silk 
scarf and tied them to the bed posts then I did the same 
to her ankles. I did this to misdirect her attention. 
She kept laughing as she asked what I was going to do to 
her. 

I fetched my gym bag that I tossed on the floor at the 
foot of the bed and took out a long feather. For a 
couple of minutes, I waved it over her but didn't touch 
her. My next move was to tickle her breasts and tummy 
with the feather. She broke out in a serious case of 
giggles while she begged me to stop. Her cries grew in 
distress when I moved the feather down to tease her 
pussy. She tried to wiggle free, but the bindings were 
too well knotted.

When her cries became pitiful, I threw the feather on 
the floor, and my lips and tongue retraced where the 
feather had been. The moment my tongue touched her clit, 
she moaned. I licked all around her clit.

Now and then I would suck it into my mouth. That's when 
I would look up to see her face. She always had this 
eyes closed look of divine ecstasy when I did her this 
way. It was such a great turn on for me and I would do 
her often this way.

I licked her to an orgasm. I undid the scarves and took 
off the blindfold. We began an intense kiss and pressed 
close to each other. Then she rolled me over and fucked 
me like I had never been fucked before. She was a wild 
cowgirl and I reveled in every bounce, wiggle and 
scream. We climaxed together. We collapsed side by side 
in exhaustion.

***

Wednesday the boss wanted me to come in early, so I 
didn't get to see her until late. I rushed home to see 
if there was time for Sarah and I to pleasure each other 
before her husband came home. I slipped in the back door 
and snuck up on her in the living room. I put my arms 
around from her rear and kissed her neck. She giggled. I 
turned her around and she said, "Wait. I have something 
to tell you. The old buzzard won't be home tonight. 
Let's go somewhere."

"I don't want us to ruin anything. Are you sure he won't 
show up?"

She giggled again. I love her giggles. "Before he left 
this morning He told me the he needed to go out of town 
two nights every other week for a month or more 
beginning that night and every other Wednesday and 
Thursday."

"Fantastic. Where do you want to go?"

She kissed me and said, "Surprise me, but it must be 
sexy and daring. Now go get dressed in your good slacks 
and a nice shirt."

She pushed me away. I ran over to my home, took a quick 
shower and put on my good slacks and a nice blue 
business shirt, with no underwear. Mom wasn't home yet. 
I left her a note that I be home later and scooted back 
to Sarah's. 

She was wearing her red and black stretch print mesh 
chemise with the open back. It just barely covered her 
ass and pussy. With it she put on a garter belt to hold 
up a new pair of lacy red thigh highs with the knee high 
boots with a four and half inch heels. She also put on 
the rhinestone choker, slave bracelet and had done her 
hair in a pony tail. 

I thought I was going out with the hottest looking babe 
in town as I took her to a strip joint on the old 
highway out of town where there were a row of bars, 
strip joints and such. We sat in a dark part of the 
place instead of up close to the stage. She sat on my 
lap with my hard cock inside her. Now and then she would 
wiggle her ass. 

Three girls came out one after the other and did their 
routine. We compared each dancer and scored them on 
their looks and performance. After a couple of hours we 
became bored. 

I drove into a nearby parking lot of an empty store 
where I fucked her on the hood of my car. We were both 
too horny to wait to get home. On the way home she 
licked me clean and fondled the family jewels. Once we 
were in her place, I licked her to an orgasm.

As we cuddled on the bed before I went home she said, 
"That was okay, but I would like us to go somewhere that 
is even nastier. Okay?"

I kissed her and said I would see what was available. 
Then laid on my back and had her sit on me. I spread her 
legs as far as I could. She was nearly doing a split. I 
put her hands on my chest and slipped my hand under her 
thighs. I gave her a dirty smile and asked, "Are you 
ready?"

I lifted her up and let her back down on my hard-on. I 
settled on a rhythm and rocked her body up and down. I 
enjoyed the pain that went with the pleasure of it. She 
was quiet at the beginning and looked as if she was 
weighing her thoughts of this position. Then she began 
to breathe heavy in time with my grunts. 

When she began to moan, I knew she was climbing up to 
her peak. She said in an unsteady voice, "Omigawd, I 
think I'm going to explode."

She came with a shriek. I kept lifting up and down and 
she kept on coming until she got her knees down and 
pushed herself off me with her hands. She flopped down 
next to me, put an arm around me and lay still breathing 
heavily. When she settled down (and the ache in my arms 
and shoulders wore down sufficiently) I asked her, "Are 
you alright? Wasn't that any good?"

"My god my sweet lover man, it was fabulous. How could 
you manage to lift me like that?"

"Shoot, I thought you knew I was your heap big lover 
boy."

Together we laughed then began to cuddle with lots of 
kisses.

***

The next night I took us to a bar that had a band and a 
dance floor. I dressed much the same as the night 
before, but she wore a light blue stretch lace Tee 
Camisole with short cap sleeves and rounded neckline 
plus matching thigh highs and a pair of five inch 
stilettos.

The band had four pieces – piano, drums, sax and bass 
fiddle. It wasn't great, but they stayed in tune and 
rhythm. The joint was really dark inside and the 
waitresses wore less than Sarah. In the gloom, I noticed 
a lot of guys patted their asses as they went by.
 
We danced a few times. One time she wrapped her legs 
around my hips and put my cock inside her. I danced her 
around then took her to the men's room into a toilet 
cubicle where we fucked until she came. We left after 
that and she said she wanted to go home to fuck in her 
bed. Which of course, I was only too happy to oblige.

***

The next time her husband went away, we went to the 
stripper joint again. They had an amateur competition 
that night and Sarah insisted that I enter her name. 
That was the rule; entrants had to be entered by 
boyfriend, husband, etc.

There were eight females lined up. The youngest couldn't 
be more than nineteen but looked younger and she was one 
fine looking babe. The oldest might have been pushing 
forty-five. Sarah, at twenty-seven, looked pretty good 
to me, but I'm prejudiced. She was the fourth to dance. 
It was obvious that none of them were professional. 
Sarah drew her share of comments and whistles but we 
both knew she was stripping for me.

Sarah was one of three that stripped to the buff. At the 
end of her routine, she picked up her clothes and came 
over to sit in my lap. I didn't see those that came 
after her, I was too busy kissing and caressing every 
part of her I could reach. After the voting, she came in 
second. They gave her a bottle of champagne and a small 
trophy. 

I suggested she put her skirt and top back on so we 
could go home and I could make love to her. I didn't 
stop like we did sometimes. I drove straight home and 
carried her to her bedroom where we made love for a 
couple of hours then cuddled until we fell asleep in 
each other's arms. 

The next day I got off work a little early. I pulled out 
the collar for her to wear and said, "I would like you 
to wear ony your bikini. I drove down to the River Park. 
I attached the leash to the collar, removed the bikini 
top and we walked along the river bank on a rarely used 
path. We found a nice place where we would have some 
privacy. I put the blanket I had brought on an old 
picnic table.

She undid my shorts and pulled them down, knelt before 
me and gave me a lovely blow job. When she finished and 
cleaned me, I picked her up and put her on the blanket 
with her ass on the edge of the table. I rolled her legs 
up over her head to give clear access to her. 

I slowly licked my way to her clitoris and licked around 
it in circles. When she began to breathe hard, I slipped 
two fingers into her vagina. I kept adding fingers until 
I could fold the fingers and thumb and slipped my whole 
hand inside her. She came soon after and kept climaxing 
as long as I kept up moving my hand and tongue.

When she cried to beg me to stop, I pulled my hand out 
and left her clit alone after I placed a kiss on her 
labia. She wept as she tried to regain her equilibrium. 
I held her close to my chest and whispered to her. After 
a couple of minutes, she reached up to kiss my chin. I 
bent down to kiss her lips.

After a while, I affixed her bikini top and bottom on 
her. I put the leash in my pocket and we walked back to 
the car arms around the other's waist. She rested her 
head against my arm. That night we stayed home and 
simply enjoyed being together. It perhaps opened the way 
to a new level for our relationship.

***

The day before my classes were to begin for the new 
semester, Sarah said, "Have you ever had anal 
intercourse?

I laughed when I said, "Sarah there has never been 
anyone but you. Do you remember when I did anal with 
you?"

She smiled almost wistfully. "Nooo, of course we didn't. 
I feel silly, but I'm curious to know what it's like to 
do so. I love all the ways you make love to me. This is 
the only thing that we haven't tried that I know of. 
Would you like to take my anal cherry?"

I didn't know how to answer her. Anal intercourse was 
never high on my list, but I suppose like most guys, the 
idea intrigued me. I've seen some porn, but that looked 
painful. I did find some information on the web with 
quotes from a number of women who said they enjoyed it. 
I decided if I am to be fair with Sarah, I should 
indulge her whim.

"Alright, let's do it, but first I need to go out to get 
something. I'll be back in a jif."

I drove down to a local store that carried lubrications 
and warming rub oils. I found what I was looking for and 
headed back. There, I had Sarah remain in the nude to 
lie on the bed on her stomach. I lit a couple of aroma 
candles and put on some soft music. I ran my hands up 
and down her back and her legs before I began to give 
her a full back rub, from neck to toes, with the warming 
oil. 

It wasn't a quick rub. I rubbed up down alongside her 
spine, around the edge of her back; her shoulders and 
her arms. I deep massaged certain pressure points and 
worked down her back to her buttocks, the back of her 
thighs to her feet and toes. I rolled her over and did 
the front of all her parts, even her pussy.

She was in full anticipatory mode when I grabbed the 
tube of lubrication. I squeezed a dollop on her anus and 
gently rubbed it in around and just inside until I hit 
the sphincter. I eased the tube inside her ass and 
squirted a good quantity. Taking my time, I massaged the 
lube inside and around the sphincters until my finger 
eased past. Then I did it again with two fingers.

I put on a condom and added extra lube. I help her get 
up on knees and elbows. I slowly pushed inside and 
retreated, then pushed in a little more. I paused when 
she stiffened up and eased myself back and forth in a 
slower motion until I slid all the way inside. I reached 
under her one with one hand so I could tease her clit. 
Sarah is so susceptible to our sexual play that she came 
three or four times before I filled the condom.

As she lay in my arms when we were done, she said, "That 
felt better than I expected. I can't believe I came so 
many times. How did you know how to do that so nicely?"

"I read up on it and asked my friend, the sex education 
instructor at the high school, just in case we wanted to 
try it. Would you like to do it again in the future?"

"I think so. Not all the time, but let's do it now and 
then please."

Of course, I would always oblige my sex slave's needs.

***

My second year in college was super. I did great in my 
classes and made the varsity soccer team playing on the 
defense. Sarah took care of me sexually to my utmost 
satisfaction. I told her I loved her, but she wasn't 
ready to say it back to me. I never gave up my hope that 
someday she would. 

After the soccer fall season was over, she bought a book 
on positions for sex. It included positions from the 
Kama Sutra, the Perfumed Garden and some other old 
books. Each week she would choose a new position, which 
we would practice daily until we attained a sense of 
perfection. More and more I found the results for both 
of us were usually better when she was on top, but there 
were many variations. 

Not much really changed, except that her husband came 
home less frequently. He told her he had to travel to 
maintain the level of income for the business. We didn't 
mind. It meant more time for us to be together. 

We probably had an equal amount of sex, but we spent 
much of the additional time in cuddling or just holding 
each other to exchange kisses and caresses. One day we 
were on the couch while we listened to a CD of adagios. 
I was casually petting one of her nipples as she relaxed 
against me. 

I reacted in alarm when she jumped up abruptly. She gave 
me a loving look and said, "I just came. I had a small 
orgasm just from you caressing my nipple with a single 
finger. It's amazing. I knew my nipples were sensitive, 
but all I can say is wow. Kiss me. I love you."

At last I heard those words I wanted to hear.

***

In the middle of my final semester of my senior year, 
her husband divorced her. I found out when I went home 
in the morning for our normal morning routine. After she 
gave me my blow job, she looked at me, frowned and 
asked, "Wasn't that good enough for you?"

That woke me out of my reverie. "Huh? It was great, 
there's no one better than you."

She spoke as if I punished her or something like that. 
She said, "Then will you tell me what's bothering you 
this morning."

"I can't get over the divorce. What changed? Why would 
he do this now?"

"Because he has someone new and doesn't need to pretend 
that he and I have a relationship anymore. He's been 
diddling his secretary for a year. She's a true bimbo 
and just turned twenty-one. I doubt she could spell cat 
properly."

I laughed and said, "I guess at twenty-nine he felt you 
were too old anymore. So what happens with you?"

"He kept his word. I am comfortably set up for life 
financially. He also gave me this house and furnishings. 
I got everything except for his clothes and golf clubs."

I thought for a couple of moments while she played with 
my cock. "I just don't get it. You're gorgeous and a 
fantastic sex partner and that doesn't include your 
sweet personality. Why bother with the divorce?"

"Oh hell, I never told you the whole story about him and 
me. It's goes like this. He and my father were partners 
in their business but my father owned nearly two thirds 
of the business. When he knew he was dying of 
untreatable cancer, he told Mr. Whitson that he would 
give operational control of the business to him but only 
if he married me and guaranteed to take care of me 
financially but he needed to provide an heir."

"But you can't have children, so then what?"

"There was a caveat. If I couldn't get pregnant after 
five years, he could divorce me, but must still keep up 
my financial status or give me the rest of the business. 
I actually owned only fifty percent after the first two 
years, because I sold Whitson the rest outside our 
agreement. If something happens to the company, I have 
plenty of money in safe investments. However, for now, I 
get a cut of the profits; plus he still must guarantee 
me a certain amount of income per year.

"As for the pregnancy, I cheated, I found a doctor who 
secretly inserted an IUD in me. It's still in there and 
it's good for ten or more years which probably will take 
me to menopause."

"Holy shit-a-moly, what will you do about it now?"

"Nothing, I have a wonderful loving arrangement with 
you. You keep me excited and happy. There's no reason to 
do a thing. I just have the old grump out of my life. 

***

After I graduated with my Bachelor's I got a regular 
job. I continued to go to school part time for my 
master's degree. In time I received my Master's and 
passed the CPA test. I took a good position at a small 
local firm. 

We still couldn't get married because of the signed 
agreement with her ex. She would lose everything if she 
remarried. It didn't matter to us. We felt married, were 
happy together and enjoyed many more fun and sexy 
adventures. I can only hope we do so for the rest of our 
lives. 

THE END

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