Another Neighborhood Book Club

Finally, Jennie spoke up. "You weren't entirely joking in saying our club is now going to be a group therapy session."

Lola shrugged. "I think we've seen a side of each other we've never seen before."

"Maybe we should be discussing more personal... things... rather than depressing books," Jennie suggested.

"Okay," Lola agreed. "Start it off."

Considering what to say, Jennie started with: "I was going to apologize, but since I wasn't the only one who... well, you know--"

"I didn't," Lola reminded.

"If your marriage is like mine and Jennie's," Anne said, "maybe you should."

"With my son?" Lola asked with incredulity.

"Why not?"

Lola returned a look of stupefaction.

"Is your marriage like ours?" Jennie asked. "Elliott satisfies you but he's not a love machine?"

With a now pensive expression, Lola did not respond, which some took as an answer in itself.

"Satisfaction is not the same as fulfillment," Jennie prophesied. "Paul looked at me with longing and in his eyes I saw fulfillment--" she grinned "-- and in the bulge in his pants."

All except Lola chuckled.

"It was even more appealing out of his pants," Anne added.

"I'll second that," Lisa agreed.

"And a mouthful," Nicole quipped.

There were smirks, but not aloud.

"Yeah, tell us about that," Jennie said with smile. "There's a talent we didn't know you had."

Nicole was embarrassed.

"Ladies, you're embarrassing her," Lola noted.

"No, it's okay," Nicole said, overcoming her uncomfortableness. "I guess my situation is similar to Jennie's and Anne's. Although for me, it's probably a bit different since I've put on weight. In our early days, Luke was always all over me like a cheap suit. I'd be in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he would come in and his hands would touch me all over and he would press... himself... against me and dry hump me. He would try to encourage me to have a quickie. Sometimes, I would if I were not cooking something that needed my attention. As I said before, Luke asked me to... suck him. I did, and I gradually learned that if I let him, you know, ejaculate in my mouth, that would satisfy him and he would leave me alone.

"It became a personal challenge for me to become good at... fellatio... and to be able to take him down my throat. Unfortunately, I created a monster because now he seems to want oral more than sex."

"Why didn't you, you know, take a turn on Paul?" Jennie had to ask.

Nicole shrugged. "I guess I was embarrassed to do it in front of all of you."

That seemed to put a damper on the conversation.

Nicole stood. "Well, I don't know that there's much more to discuss. Guess I'll see you all next time--whatever next time becomes." She then departed.

"Yeah, I guess it's time to regroup," Lisa said, also standing.

Jennie stood, followed by Anne.

"Anyone want to choose a book for next time?" Lola asked, rising to her feet.

"Maybe we need to first decide if we want this to remain a book club or just a, you know, get together to chat," Jennie suggested.

"I agree," Anne said. "Particularly since we don't seem to like the books we've been reading."

"Alright, friends. Thanks for coming." Lola escorted them to the door.

* * *

Paul had remained at the top of the stairs listening. He hurried to his bedroom when he heard his mother's friends depart. The sound of her coming up the stairs had him quickly pretending to be unpacking when she appeared in his doorway.

"Book club over already?" he asked, as if he didn't know.

"They lost interest in the book after..."

Of course, he'd heard it all, so he knew. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break it up."

"They obviously wanted to be the story instead of discussing it."

Paul could see that his mother was still a bit perturbed. "I'm really sorry. They were just hard to resist."

"You don't have to explain. I understand. It wasn't all... we actually learned something about each other."

"What would that be? That your friends are all a bunch of horny women?"

"That's not really funny, but apparently fairly accurate."

"Does that bother you? Particularly what Jennie said about her husband not being a love machine?"

Lola shrugged. "I guess it was more of a surprise. She and the others hid it very well." She noticed he still had a bulge in his pants. "So, did my friends satisfy you?"

Paul found that question uncomfortable and didn't know how to answer it. "Did they satisfy me?"

"Yeah. You... had sex... with three of them, not to mention the... other attention... from Nicole. Did all of that satisfy you?"

Paul frowned, still not sure how to answer. He shrugged. "I guess so. Why?"

Lola gave a nod at him. "You still seem to... there's still a... in your pants."

He knew that he still had an erection--or had another one. "Well, I've never... I've never done anything like that... it was very... just thinking about it and reliving it is... arousing. Sorry."

"I guess you can't help your reaction."

Paul shrugged. "Think I'll take a cold shower and then go walk it off."

"Dinner is at six."

"Right."

As he slipped past her into the hallway, she reminded, "Dinner is at six."

"Right." With a swing of his arm, Paul pushed the bathroom door closed. However, he didn't notice that it didn't shut tight as he turned the water on.

Lola also stepped out of his room and saw that the bathroom door was slightly ajar as she passed it. She couldn't help but stop and glance in, positioning herself not to be seen from within. Mouth agape, she watched her son strip, amazed at his masculine physique, which shouldn't have been a surprise given his Navy service. She gasped when his cock came into full sight, the shower covering the sound she made. The view she'd had of his manhood downstairs had been somewhat obstructed from her position in her chair.

She hadn't seen him naked since he was a teenager but didn't remember him being so well-endowed back then. No wonder her friends had literally jumped on it. There was obviously a great deal of pleasure to be had from it, if Jennie's, Anne's, and Lisa's reactions were any clue. She continued to watch, eyes mostly locked on his dick until he stepped into the shower and was no longer visible.

Taking a deep breath, Lola moved on downstairs. Since the book club meeting disbanded early, there was still food left. She picked at what remained, and poured another glass of wine, the image of that cock remaining vivid in her mind. She didn't know how long she'd sat there with that phallic imagery, but was brought back to reality when Paul appeared, grabbed a finger sandwich, and pecked her on the cheek.

"Be back soon."

"Dinner at six," she again said, reaching for her wine glass which was nearly empty.

"So, you said."

* * *

Paul turned right outside of the house and started walking, finding it difficult not to keep reliving his time with the book club, particularly Nicole. He'd gone in this direction for no particular reason but hadn't considered that it would take him past her house until he was in front of it. Stopping, he stared at it wondering if his subconscious had brought him here. Then, not knowing if he was dreaming, he saw her standing in the doorway summoning him.

His feet carried him to her door. She was wearing a sleeveless pullover top, no bra, her rounded breasts filling out the garment, her nipples clearly imprinted on the shirt, and she wore short shorts. Her curvy feminine figure was there, albeit her features puffy. Still, she was gorgeous. Her facial features perfect, with mesmerizing eyes one could see forever in.

"Well, I was hoping you would visit," Nicole said, her sweet voice seductive in itself. "Although, I didn't expect you so soon."

"Actually, I was out for a walk."

"Oh? Well, that's disappointing."

"I think my mom is still a bit put out by, you know, the book club meeting, so I thought I'd get out and let her cool down."

"Is she really mad?" Nicole asked with some concern.

"No. Just disappointed."

"Okay. Do you want to continue your walk, or would you like to come in?"

"Is this a good time?"

"As I said, Luke is out of town all week, and Allison is away at college. I'm alone." She made that last sentence sound helpless. "There's no better time.

"Well, okay."

"Are you sure?"

Paul realized his previous acceptance sounded weak. "Yes. I really do."

He followed her into the foyer.

"Would you like a beer?"

Suddenly nervous, he murmured, "Yes, thank you."

Nicole led him into the kitchen. He watched her ass as they walked. Her shorts were the gym/workout type with the elastic waist and the sides of the leg openings swept up. He could not see the outline of panties underneath, and he wondered if she was wearing any. She'd obviously come home from the book club meeting, shed what she'd worn to it, and slipped into something more comfortable, not expecting company.

There was a long counter against one wall of the kitchen where Paul stopped as Nicole went on to the refrigerator to get a bottle of beer. She handed it to him, and then moved to the kitchen island across from where he was standing, lifted herself up and sat on the countertop. After opening the twist-top, he turned around to face her leaning against his counter.

"I have a confession to make," Paul said. "When I went upstairs after... you know... I remained there and listened to the conversation. I wanted to hear what was said."

"So, you heard my explanation of..."

"Yes."

"What did you think?"

"I felt bad that you do... so much... for your husband and he doesn't reciprocate."

"Yeah. That's annoying. I haven't had an orgasm in a long time. When we do actually have sex, I come close, and then Luke comes, and he has nothing left for me."

"This is none of my business, but have you discussed it with him?"

With a look of frustration, Nicole explained, "Yeah. He apologized and said he'd try to do better. But he hasn't."

"So, why didn't you want to do anything in front of your friends? It seemed like what you... actually did... was more... I don't know..."

"Blatant?"

Paul merely shrugged.

"I guess I've just become more self-conscious about my appearance."

"Why? You're still as beautiful as ever."

Nicole giggled. "That's sweet, Paul.

"It's true. Of all my mother's friends, I always thought you were the most attractive. I still do because you still are. Personally, I like a woman who has--"

"A little more meat on the bones?"

"Call it what you want, but you're gorgeous to me."

Now, she chuckled. "You don't have to compliment me to get in my pants."

"I haven't said anything that I didn't believe was true. And I would never say such things just to... you know."

"I believe you. But we did make a date, didn't we?"

"We did."

Nicole slipped down off the counter and met him halfway. She put one arm around his waist and the other on his shoulder. "I really was hoping you would come by, and even though I didn't expect you this soon, I'm really glad you're here now. The book club meeting really got me going."

They stared at one another for several seconds as though neither knowing who should make the first move. But Nicole couldn't wait. She cupped Paul's face in either of her hands and pressed her lips to his. Her kiss was amazing as she leaned into him, and he felt the warmth of her soft body pressed against his. If he hadn't been hard already, this alone would have gotten a rise out of him.

He reached around to hold her just above her hips, but after a second, he couldn't help but let his hands drift down to grab her beautiful butt.

Nicole was a tad shorter than Paul, so she had to continually keep pushing herself up on her feet. This also had her rubbing her crotch against him, and she could feel that magnificent erection though his pants. That had her breaking off the kiss and rubbing his dick through his pants with the palm of her hand.

"Mmmm," he moaned.

She kissed him again while unbuttoning his pants so she could slide her fingers beneath his waistband. Of course, she felt the head of his solid hard on. She forced her hand deeper to completely wrap her digits around his shaft, gently stroking.

He didn't really need this stimulation to be ready. He was anytime she was. But it did feel nice to have someone--particularly her--touching him there.

The kiss graduated to tongues touching, and that caused his cock to pulse. She felt it, enticing her to slide his zipper down, exposing his dick. Both of her hands attended to it now, and it felt wonderful to him to be played with in such a way.

Paul felt as though it was time for him to do something, so he slipped the thin straps of her top off her shoulders to then pull the top down below her breasts. They were beautiful, just like the rest of her. They were not huge as one might expect given her size, but they were big enough to fill his hands. They felt wonderful. He hadn't held anything so nice in a long, long time.

They leaned their foreheads against each other. Nicole pushed Paul's pants down below his scrotum. She loved the feel of this massive cock in her hands.

He bent over to suck the nipples that had been beckoning him. They were excitedly firm.

She moaned loudly and had reached a level of arousal that had her desperately lifting his shirt up and off. She kissed a trail down his chest, sucking his nipple, and then on down to his abdomen, and of course, mouthing his cock.

She was so good at fellatio that it was difficult to stop her, but she'd already done this for him, and as amazing as it felt, this really wasn't where he wanted his dick. His pants had dropped to his ankles, so he pulled her up slightly to fuck her tits. She assisted by pressing them around his shaft. But again, as unique as this experience was, he wanted something else.

Paul pulled her to her feet, turned her around and lifted her to sit on the counter he'd originally leaned against. He hurriedly removed his shoes, socks, and pants, and then pulled Nicole's shorts down and off, confirming she wore no panties. He pulled her butt to the end of the counter, and she leaned her head back against the wall so he could perform oral sex on her. This was another thing he had not done in a long time, but positively something he had wanted to do again. She tasted just as sweet as he knew she would, and his tongue lapped up all the delicious liquid that flowed. Eating pussy was one of the delicacies of life, and he enjoyed it as much as any part of sex.

"Oh, my," Nicole whimpered, "that's so good. I'm tingling all over."

Paul worked his tongue on her clit with up and down and side to side motion.

"Oh, keep going," she urged. "Just like that."

He felt her shiver.

She draped her legs over his shoulders as she squirmed around emitting various sounds of pleasure. "Oh, oh, I'm coming. I'm coming!"

He could hear the joy in her voice. He kept up his tongue work until she pushed his head away, unable to endure any more.

"Did you come?" Paul whispered, although he knew she had.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Shall we move to the bedroom to do this properly?"

Nicole merely nodded and slid off the counter. She led him to her bedroom. Beside the bed, she kissed him again, and then pushed him down onto his back where she again devoured his cock. But this she did only to lather him up. Once his cock was well-coated with saliva, she quickly climbed onto the bed, straddled his hips, reached for his cock, and fed it into her burning pussy.

Paul instantly started pumping. Her pussy was heaven. He wasn't very religious. But if there was a heaven, this was it.

Nicole was partially sitting up with her head turned to the rear as though trying to watch him fucking her. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes!" Turning her head back, she dipped it to again kiss him. She also started moving her hips around and up and down, so he stopped pumping and allowed her to do whatever she wanted. She pulled her head back just enough to be able to gaze lovingly into his eyes. She had a fleeting thought, wondering if Paul had any further use for an older woman other than to fuck. Would he take her away and give her a life of this every day?

However, the beginnings of another orgasm pushed that thought from her mind and she concentrated on coming again. As before, she felt all her nerves tingling, and this indescribable feeling overcoming her. And then, she exploded, trembling and thrashing her head from side to side as a pleasure like she had never known engulfed her. Paul continued to gently pump her until she lost all control of her body and rolled off him, breathing heavily.

After a few seconds, he asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm better than alright. I'm... on a cloud!" Spreading her legs, Nicole commanded, "Get up here and stick that thing back in me."

So, Paul complied, now entering a missionary position. He pushed her legs back, planting his arms behind her knees, and started thrusting. She held his face.

"Oh, fuck me," she said, throwing her arms over her head. "Just fuck me." She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, and kissed him passionately.

She had him locked in place so he could only pump her. Finally, she let go and he sat up on his hunches, never missing a beat. Now, there was only the slapping sound of his body against hers.

He pulled out to quickly lay on his side and re-enter her. He felt her reach down and rub her clit as he pumped with a steady pace.

"Faster, faster," Nicole pleaded.

So, he really pounded her until she grabbed whatever of him she could and held on, whimpering, and moaning, and coming and coming and coming.

"Now, give me yours," she urged. "Come in me."

"Are you sure?"

"I've been fixed."

It didn't take much more thrusting for him to unload a barrage of jism inside her, much of it oozing back out. He felt like he shot twice as much as when he came during the book club meeting. But either way, this was the most fulfilling orgasm he could ever remember having, certainly what he'd needed after many celibate months on a ship.

They both laid there blissfully.

"I've never had one orgasm like that," Nicole explained. "And certainly not three!"

"Neither have I. You were amazing. Luke doesn't know what he's missing."

"The hell with Luke. You were fantastic. Want to stay for dinner? Want to stay all night?"

Paul chuckled. "Wish I could, but my mother reminded me twice dinner was at six. I've already messed up part of her day. Not going to do it again."

"Then you'd better get going. It's five-thirty."

"Shit. Mind if I clean up in your bathroom?"

"Of course, not." Nicole got up and followed him in, not bothering to put anything on.

She was just as gorgeous naked, Paul noticed. He wished he could stay. He quickly cleaned up and dressed. On his way out, he took a moment to hold her nude body tightly and kiss her deeply.

"Remember, Luke will be gone for several more days, so feel free to come back whenever you want."

* * *

The neighbor across the street happened to be looking out her front window. She saw the man leaving Nicole's house. He was not her husband, Luke, who was shorter. As the man walked away from the house toward the sidewalk, the neighbor noticed two other things of interest: in her doorway, Nicole was wearing a short kimono-typed robe that extended down to mid-thigh. Her legs were bare, suggesting the robe might be all that she was wearing. Reaching the sidewalk, the man was in closer view. The neighbor recognized him as Paul Stone, Lola Stone's son.

So, he paid a visit to Nicole, whose husband was away on business.