Archive-name: 3plus/newly-03.txt

Archive-author: WC - 12/92

Archive-title: Newlywed Fun - 3





                    Chapter Three



     For the next few days Janet had plenty to keep her busy. 

Arranging the furnishings and getting settled in their new home

filled her time.  But the evenings were the best.  Every night

she greeted Mark with a special meal, served by candlelight in

their new dining room.  Afterwards, the young couple would fuck

till near dawn.

     Then, on a Friday morning, the moment she had been dreading

happened.  She answered a knock on her back door and saw the

pretty, blonde neighbor standing on the patio, a pleasant and

slightly self-conscious smile on her face.

     Janet blushed.  "Hi," she said weakly.

     The blonde nodded as her smile broadened.  Then abruptly,

she laughed.  "Are you going to invite me inside, or keep me

standing out here all day?"

     Janet laughed too, and reluctantly opened the door so the

woman would come in.  "Sorry.  I was... well, to tell you the

truth, I'm still embarrassed about the other day."

     The blonde entered the kitchen and looked around.  "Listen,

honey, don't mention it."  She faced Janet and snickered.  "Let

me tell you, I've been thinking of almost nothing else since I

saw the two of you the other day.  And, honey, let me tell you

something else.  That husband of yours is something special!"

     Janet's blush deepened.  The blonde's rash, lewd comments

were startling.  Yet, she could not help but feel a flicker of

womanly pride.  That this older woman could appreciate Mark's

obvious manly qualities pleased her.  But, she was vaguely

disturbed that this stranger, who had seen both her and Mark

locked in a sixty-nine, was broaching the subject in this

positively open manner.

     "I think we've broken the ice enough to be on a first name

basis, don't you?" the blonde asked.  "I'm Laura Spring.  I'm

your next door neighbor to the east."

     Janet nodded and introduced herself.  "I should apologize

for the other day," she added, finding it a bit difficult to meet

Laura's eyes.

     "Oh, forget it," Laura said with a casual wave of her hand. 

"Obviously, the two of you were not expecting a nosy neighbor to

just barge in, but the front door was unlocked, and I just

assumed the two of you would be busy unpacking, I was going to

volunteer my help."  Laura flashed a look at Janet and added,

"You were busy, all right, to put it mildly.  Hell, girl, I

forgot just how busy a couple of young newlyweds could be!"

     In spite of herself, Janet laughed.  It was hard not to like

the brash Laura, and Janet quickly found herself at ease with the

older woman.  She offered the blonde a cup of coffee and the two

women sat at the dinette, telling one another about themselves

and generally getting to know one another.

     During their conversation, Janet learned that Laura was

twenty-nine, and that her husband, Bob, was a cop.  They had been

married for almost ten years, but had put off having children

until just recently.  Laura admitted that she and Bob were now

having a great time trying to have those children.  After more

than an hour of sitting around drinking coffee and talking, Janet

felt as if she had known Laura for years.

     "Bob and I are having a little get acquainted with the

neighbors party tonight.  We would love to introduce you and Mark

to the rest of the neighbors," Laura told her as she stood up to

leave.  "Would seven-thirty be okay?"

     "Well, sure, I think it would be," she replied.  "Mark and I

would both appreciate it."

     "Nothing fancy.  Just some snacks and some good booze.  Real

casual."

     "Sounds like fun, Laura.  Thanks."

     For the rest of the afternoon Janet busied herself around

the house and fixed a light supper for herself and Mark.  When he

came home, she told him about the party as they were taking a

shower together, having fun soaping one another up.

     "Sounds like a good idea," he told her as he easily picked

her up in his arms.

     She wrapped her legs around his waist and he let her weight

drop back down, spearing his cock into her cunt.  "Oh, yesss!"

she hissed, her eyes rolling back in her head, "I think so to."

     She put her arms and legs tightly around his body as he

fucked up into her cunt in quick, hard strokes, and before long

both of them reached climax.  She held his cock in her for a

moment, squeezing the muscles around it as she kissed him.

     "You know," she said with a grin, "we could excuse ourselves

from the party and fuck ourselves silly for the rest of the

night."

     "Little slut!" he teased as he picked her off his cock and

stood her up in the shower.

     They hurried and dressed, going next door just as things

were starting to get going.  The party was turning out to be a

great success.  Janet was having a great time meeting her new

neighbors.  Everyone seemed very friendly and charming.  The

atmosphere was casual, and she quickly felt at home and at ease. 

She and Laura had even exchanged girlish giggles when she and

Mark first arrived, because Mark blushed when he was introduced

formally to Laura.

     "He looks almost as good dressed as he does naked," Laura

whispered to Janet when Bob had escorted Mark to the bar in the

Springs' den.  "Of course, he looked especially dashing with his

face buried in your pussy."

     Janet laughed.  Already Laura's outrageous remarks were less

shocking to the young newlywed.

     Bob Spring proved to be a considerate host, keeping her well

supplied with drinks.  The attentive policeman impressed Janet. 

At thirty, Bob had a mature grace and ease, which merely enhanced

his good looks.  Curly, dark hair, alert grey eyes, and a strong,

square jaw were some of his more appealing features.  Janet

didn't mind the slight tingle in her pussy when he took her arm

and escorted her around his crowded home, introducing her to the

other neighbors.

     By midnight the get-together had progressed into a dance

party.  The stereo was getting a workout, and several people were

dancing nonstop.  Others were clustered together, laughing,

talking and making frequent trips to the bar.

     Mark had just finished dancing with the stocky woman from

across the street and then began a discussion with her husband on

the merits of his company re-carpeting their home, while Bob took

Janet's arm and led her from den.

     "We're running low on scotch," Bob said, leaning close to

her ear to make himself heard above the music.  "Let's get the

private stock from the wine cellar."

     The wine cellar turned out to be nothing more than the

basement, and the private stock a case of beer icing down on a

battered workbench.  Still, Janet didn't think too much was amiss

until she noticed Bob locking the door to the basement.

     "Isn't this better?" he said, stepping up to her and gently

slipping his arms around her waist.

     "We can have our own private party."

     Janet laughed nervously and tried to back away.

     "Hey, now, don't get shy on me," he said, pulling her closer

against his chest.  "Just relax, this is supposed to be a get

acquainted party, remember?"

     "Hummmm, maybe I should call a cop?" she said, feeling both

panic and excitement passing through her body.

     He smiled and brushed himself against her.  "You already

called and, ta-da, here I am."

     He kissed her quickly on the lips, then made a little series

of kisses along her neck.  When she squirmed he pulled back a

little.  "Are you going to make me arrest you for being a

cocktease?"

     She flashed a feeble smile.  "I'm not sure I would like

that," she whispered.

     Things were beginning to happen so quickly.  Her head was

practically spinning, and she didn't think it had much to do with

the booze she'd had.  Bob Spring was affecting her in a way that

no man other than Mark ever had before.  Bob, like Mark, had the

broad shoulders and the hard body that she liked in a man.  And

Bob, again like Mark, was obviously an aggressive guy.

     The spinning continued as she went through a whole

assortment of mixed feelings and conflicting signals.  What was

obvious was that she was horny and getting more so by the second!

     "You're fighting it, Janet, for some reason," he said,

pulling her tighter.  "You're fighting me and yourself.  Why

don't you stop pretending.  You know you want this as much as I

do, we both know it."

     She felt his lips on the soft, sensitive flesh of her neck

and upper chest.  His hands were securely gripping the firmness

of her ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh through her tight-fitting

skirt.  Then his lips were again on hers and his tongue was

darting into her mouth.

     Janet trembled and felt herself melt against him. 

Instinctively, she sucked on his invading tongue, taking it all

the way inside her mouth.  She moaned as he rubbed against her.

     "Not much time now, baby," he whispered, and kissed the side

of her face and tongued her ears behind the silky curls of her

long locks.

     She felt the pressure of his hands pushing her down by the

shoulders.  She swooned, her control vanished completely.  It was

crazy, but she was sinking down to the floor on her knees in

front of a stranger, her fingers awkwardly fumbling with his

zipper and belt.  It was as if she were outside of herself

looking in, her body about to perform this incredible act.  I

love my husband!  I love only him, I really do, she told herself. 

Yet, her fingers continued to work on Bob's fly until she reached

inside and actually touched his hot prick.  A startled yelp

escaped her lips when she actually touched his cock.  She hadn't

touched another man's cock since before her marriage to Mark. 

She could not believe what was happening and what she was doing.

     She pulled out Bob's prick and looked at it, studying it as

it twitched against her fingers.  She felt it stiffen and a surge

of excitement swept over her.  She realized the lewd joy of

turning on a man other than her husband.

     His cock leaped and trembled, growing rapidly as she stroked

it.  She eyed the ballooning cockhead pointing right at her.

     "Damn, Janet, see what you do to me?" he hissed, his voice

breaking into her wanton thoughts.  "Go ahead and kiss it, honey. 

I know you give great head.  I could tell that the first time I

saw you.  Show me I'm right, baby.  Prove it to me.  I know you

want to do it."

     "No, Bob, I can't!" she protested weakly as she continued to

grip his prick, gazing in lewd fascination at his swollen cock

knob.  "It's too dangerous."

     "Stop worrying," he scolded her mildly.  "Everyone up there

is too drunk to even know we're missing."  He smiled down at her. 

"Come on, honey, do it.  You're not getting back upstairs until

you do," he said as he reached down to fondle her big tits

through her blouse.

     She gasped when he touched her breasts.  Deep inside her

creaming cunt a fire blazed, igniting her passion even more.  In

that strange instant Janet knew there was no turning back.  She

knew what she would do, and she knew how she wanted to suck Bob's

cock.  She wanted to taste his cum and drink it down.

     "Oh, I hate myself, but I can't help it," she whispered.

     "Come on, sweetheart," he urged, fondling her tits through

the sheer material of her silk blouse.  "Why save it all for your

old man?  Spread the fun around a little, you'll be happier for

it."

     Janet's blood raced at the mention of Mark's name, and a

flood of guilt coursed through her.  She closed her eyes for a

second, but, when she blinked them back open, she was still

staring at Bob's hard cock, her hand still securely holding it by

the base.

     "What if we get caught?" she whispered.

     "Forget it," he snapped confidently.  "No one will come

snooping around down here.  Besides, the door is locked.  We're

safe and you don't have a choice."

     Her mind went blank and Janet had only to listen to the

urgent whispers of her lust-filled body.  Almost absently she

continued to squeeze his cock, concentrating on the head area. 

She was amazed that Bob's cock was almost the same size as her

husband's, although not quite as thick in the shaft.  As she

studied his prick, she felt some wondrous contractions begin and

as she shifted her position, she could feel her juice-slickened

pussy lips rub together deliciously.  Her clit began erecting

quickly in proportion to her horniness and growing lust.  The way

Bob continued to play with her sensitive tits was gradually

driving up the heat of her cunt even more.

     She closed her eyes again and imagined how wonderful it

would be if Bob would begin to suck her nipples.  She always

loved it when Mark played with her tits, licking and sucking on

the nipples.  Suck action never failed to make her cunt extremely

wet and hot.  She sighed, realizing the fantasy of Bob sucking

her tits wouldn't happen tonight.  There just wasn't time.  She

was afraid someone would surely soon miss them.

     She began moving Bob's cock flesh up and down, sliding her

hand over his hard, stiff shaft.  It felt both strange and

exciting to be touching another man's cock.  She couldn't contain

her curiosity as she used her free hand to cup his balls.

     She shivered as she held his prick with one hand and his

nuts with another.  His big, hairy balls were hot and sweaty on

her palm, and she crooned a raspy sigh just imagining the huge

cum load stored in them.

     As if she were in a trance, she leaned her face forward,

bringing her lips an inch from his swollen cockhead.  She could

now smell the intoxicating aroma of his maleness and the scent

nearly overpowered her and she was forced into action.

     She touched the tip of his cockhead with her lips.  She

ached to have his prick in her mouth, to feel the pleasure of it

stretching her lips, clogging her throat, stuffing her full.  She

longed to feast on him, to give him the wild pleasure that no man

can resist and that every man craved.  She longed to please him

and, in turn, know that he appreciated her for that.

     With a cautious flip of her tongue she licked at the head of

his shaft, tasting the pre-cum.  The taste thrilled her, being

different from the taste of her husband's.  She went to work on

the tiny slit with her tongue.

     "Oh, shit, you sure know how to tease a guy," Bob groaned,

now tangling his fingers through her long silky hair.  "I knew I

was right about you, Janet.  You were born with a natural talent

for sucking cock." 

     The horny woman held his throbbing organ in her fist as she

opened her jaws wide and sucked the swollen knob into her mouth. 

She closed her lips around the bulbous head and continued to

suck.  At the same time, she swirled her tongue around and began

covering the shaft with her spit.

     Janet moaned as she sucked him.  She savored the taste of

him and soon was no longer content to just taste his cockhead. 

She sucked vigorously and drew in several more inches of his

prick between her lips.  Her mouth slid down over the veined

flesh, creating a tight ring as she gobbled up inch after inch of

his hot cock.  Then she flattened her tongue and arranged her

mouth to allow herself to take in more cock until, at last, her

lips nudged the bristly clump of his dark pubic hairs.

     Bob groaned with delight.  His reaction thrilled her almost

as much as the satisfying sensation of his rubbery cockhead

pressing into her throat.  She prided herself on being able to

mouth all of Mark's prick, and now the satisfying feeling was

just as strong as she performed the same action with Bob's cock.

     Slowly, she pulled her head back.  Then she brought her

tongue back into action, flicking it along the ridged underside

of Bob's cock shaft.  Then, with only his cockhead between her

lips, she once again swirled her tongue over it.

     Bob grunted huskily as she gulped his prick deep into her

mouth, taking it all with one swift suction force.  This time she

didn't linger.  Instead, she pulled back swiftly and released his

prick entirely from her mouth.

     Before he could object, Janet attacked his cock with her wet

tongue.  She licked and nibbled, covering every inch of his fuck

stick with spit while massaging his balls with both hands.

     "Damn, honey, you sure are doing some fine action on me,"

Bob gasped, twisting her hair in his fingers and trying to pull

her mouth back onto his cock.

     Finally, she did suck his cock back into her mouth.  She

moaned as she tasted him again and she was especially happy with

the active responses his cock made with every sensual touch.

     Then Bob grabbed the back of her head and roughly fucked his

rigid cock straight into her face.  The sudden motion caught her

off guard for a moment, but she recovered before gagging.  Her

own moans grew louder and more urgent as he began driving his

cock in and out of her mouth with deep strokes.  Now, without a

doubt, Janet knew she enjoyed the rough treatment.  She loved a

forceful man, especially when it came to fucking and sucking.

     Her pussy heated up as Bob fucked her mouth.  His big, hard

prick hit against her windpipe as he gyrated his hips and shoved

into her mouth repeatedly.  He built up the rhythm and the pace

until his balls literally bounced against her chin each time he

fucked his cock to the hilt into her mouth.  Her lips burned from

the friction of his prick, but she didn't care.  The hot fire in

her pussy suddenly blazed out of control and a great climax

shuddered through her.

     A second later, she felt the surge of his cock just before

the first blast of his cum juice splashed against the back of her

throat.  She jumped involuntarily, but the desperate hold he had

on the back of her head kept her locked firmly in place, forcing

her to receive every drop of his salty cum.  The spewing fluid

shot from his prick in thick ropes.

     Janet gulped and swallowed, barely having the ability to

catch her breath.  For a panicky moment she feared she might

actually miss some of his milky load, but she managed to drink it

all down.

     She squeezed his balls, then his cock root.  She wanted to

make sure she had completely drained him before freeing his prick

from her mouth.  Then she let his softening prick slide from her

lips and stood up slowly.  

     She smiled shyly as he beamed a lewd, broad smile back at

her.  "I think I'm going to love having you right next door," Bob

said with a throaty snicker as he pulled up his pants.

     Janet didn't answer, but the smile on her face suggested

that she shared his feelings completely.  He took her hand and

led her back up the stairs, unlocked the basement door and took a

quick peek around before leading her into the kitchen.

     They rejoined the party and she found Mark sitting next to a

petite redhead she recognized as the one who lived about four

houses down from theirs.  She grinned to herself as she saw the

lust in the woman's eyes and caught the position of her hand as

it rested on Mark's thighs.  It lay dangerously close to his

cock, which was about half-hard.

     As she crossed the living room to sit down on the other side

of her husband, she was filled with conflicting emotions.  On one

hand, she felt extremely guilty about what she had just done with

Bob and hoped that Mark would never find out.  Yet, she knew in

her heart that she would do it again if the opportunity presented

itself.  On the other hand, she wanted Mark all to herself, not 

wanting to share him with anyone.  But, she realized that if she

were going to suck and maybe even fuck Bob, then why shouldn't

Mark have the same freedom.  She could tell by the way he was

reacting to the redhead that he would love to fuck her.



4/1/92

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