Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 02

Robert felt liquid ooze from his cock, and though he was certain it was coming, he couldn't wait to see her pussy, sure it would be as delectable as the rest of her.

Don had the good sense to switch on some music with a beat; nothing loud, just background, but enough to keep her moving. Magnetically, she danced over to her husband, who was enjoying her sensual show so much that he placed his hands on her hips moving somewhat with her while still sitting, allowing his arms to float with her gyrations. Then, as though acting only from desire with no consideration for what was supposed to be going on here, who was here, or apparently, anything else, he latched onto the thin elastic of her thong on her hips and tugged them letting her dance the excuse for an undergarment down. Swept up in the moment, Kara did not stop him. Seconds later, she was kicking the thong off the end of her foot.

All the while, the video was still running, which seemed not to matter to the oblivious Browns, who it now seems, may now have had a hidden agenda.

However, on the contrary, as unmindful of Robert as he thought they might have been, Kara had the presence of mind to turn to face him—and the camera. She obviously wanted her finer parts to be seen, and Robert was only too happy to look. The glistening wetness between her legs spoke volumes. To further her thoughtless escapade, she fingered her pussy and then boldly licked the digit.

When the Browns hinted that they might want to extend Kara's photographic sessions to include nudity, Robert thought sure they meant soft-core: breasts in a hand bra and certainly no spread legs or lower body orifices. He was now seeing a side of the Browns he never thought existed . . . but he liked it.

Ever in motion, Kara swayed back to Don who couldn't help but reach out and touch her pussy. Seeing that she liked it, he slipped his finger into her wet hole, then another. Slowly, he moved them in and out eliciting a whimper from her. With his other hand he reached up and fondled her breast, then slid his hand underneath her dress to feel the real thing. In the moment, Kara lifted her dress up and over her head. She now stood before the two men totally nude.

At this point, Robert was sure the video would show a considerable amount of jerky motion. "Oh, my word!" he exclaimed, totally dazzled. As many naked women as he looked at on the Internet—even though in pictures—he thought he had probably seen every possible beautiful woman he ever could; even the fuckable Roxanne had not really been anything new. But Kara—nude—she actually took his breath away.

Catching himself, Robert quickly switched the camera back to still pictures and fired away. She indulged him by posing every way imaginable while standing. She then danced over to her husband, sat in his lap and spread her legs.

Welcome to the Promised Land!

What any man with a gorgeous woman draped over him would do, Don wrapped his arm around her. His hands caressed her inner thighs and he dragged them up her abdomen to gently cup her firm breasts. He couldn't help but tweak her nipples.

Just watching, Robert could vicariously feel her smooth softness and imagine her against him.

Responding to her husband's hands on her body, Kara wrapped her arm around his neck and threw her head back on his shoulder. With her other hand, she directed his down to her pussy. He got the message and rubbed her clit, then inserted his middle finger into her vagina and finger-fucked her.

"Ohhhh, I'm on fire!" she cried. After a few more minutes and another of his fingers, Kara turned and climbed up on the back of the couch and planted her twat on his mouth. But before his face was completely hidden, Robert saw his tongue dart out into her hole.

Lost in the moment and his wife's pussy, Don lapped at her labia like he was drinking from the Holy Grail. Kara pivoted around as though to make certain he hit every spot. Juices seeped down his chin and her thighs with slurping sounds as accompaniment.

Enjoying the triple X feature, Robert wondered if they were so immersed in what they were doing that they forgot he was there watching them begin the coitus waltz. He hated to interrupt them—for selfish reasons, as well—if they didn't care, but then he didn't want them to be embarrassed later. Fortunately, he was spared that unwanted decision when Kara slid down to swap spit with her husband and attempt to release his—what had to be—throbbing cock. Comically, he didn't seem to care how much of his wife was exposed, but when his dick was about to be on display, he became concerned. Was it because he was small, or had never been naked in front of another man, or had what they were doing finally surfaced in his mind?

Don halted his wife, who was fumbling with his zipper. "I'm sorry, Robert, we got a little ahead of ourselves."

Whatever else Robert expected him to say, that wasn't it. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Kara had conquered the zipper, and now wasted no time going for the button. She was breathing heavily.

"Well," Don stammered, a combination of nervousness and the fact that his wife was close to handling his cock. "We intended—"

But Kara could no longer wait. Multitasking, she had his swollen penis out—a respectable size—and in her grip as she explained, "Our goal was to gradually work you up to filming us having sex. But all of this photography was more stimulating than we imagined, and, well—"

"You never got around to mentioning that to me," Robert finished for her.

"Something like that," Don said.

"So, will you?" Kara asked urgently.

It occurred to Robert that he'd only gotten to know two of the other households that were now in residence in the subdivision. One wanted him to fuck the wife while the husband watched, the other wanted him to video them screwing. Not only did it make him wonder what the next neighbor would want, he was now curious if there was some fine print in the application to purchase that he hadn't read—or something in the water.

"Well, if it doesn't bother you for me to watch you, then carry on."

"It's almost a turn-on," Kara said as she went down on and swallowed Don's cock. He was able to reach between her legs to finger her pussy again. And both were issuing a throaty cacophony.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, without her mouth leaving his pole, she maneuvered herself onto the floor where she could pull his pants down and off. He shrugged and removed his own shirt rendering both husband and wife totally nude in front of their new neighbor. She then climbed back onto the sofa on hands and knees and wiggled her sweet, shapely ass at Don. Dick in hand, he rose onto his knees behind her. Instead of ramming it into her as Robert expected, he rubbed the shaft up and down the crack from hole to shining hole.

Having officially been asked to video this, Robert moved around to catch the best angles and close-ups. Don's actions were imaginative, but of course, Kara didn't allow it to last long before she reached behind and guided his cock into her steaming pussy. The photographer could almost hear the sizzle. He shot this for a minute and then stepped forward to catch Kara's sensual facial expressions. Hamming it up, she smiled lustfully at the camera.

"Turn over," Robert whispered.

With a wicked grin, she complied. When they were repositioned, with Don's eyes shut tight in concentration as he plowed his wife, Robert captured it on video, then zoomed out to catch the entire scene. Don's thrusts were steady and deliberate. He was fucking for real, not playing to the camera as Kara was.

Still, she was not immune to the arousal that a dick in her pussy provided and was forced to close her eyes and enjoy the fucking she was receiving. At one point, she was so electrically charged, she reached out and rubbed Robert's cock through his pants. However, when the videographer saw that Don was oblivious, he stepped back. Robert did not know how far these two wanted to go. They almost seemed to be letting their emotions dictate their actions.

Finally opening his eyes and looking down on his wife's rear propped up on the arm of the sofa so he could stand to service her, Don felt his legs straining to maintain the position. For relief, he crawled onto the couch, lying on his side, leaning against the back of the sofa. He arranged Kara in a spoon-like placement. Sensing what he wanted, she lifted her leg, opening her snatch wide for him to re-enter. They both smiled at Robert, who gave them a thumb up at the new scene. He moved closer, side-stepping from their feet to head to pan them.

Once again, Kara reached out to Robert's bulge, this time with Don looking on. Her husband made no attempt to stop her; in fact, he grinned his approval. Robert then tilted the camera to capture his own cock being liberated from its tight confinement. He offered no resistance as she pulled him closer engulfing his aching rod in her heavenly mouth. At once, he felt weak-kneed, but he stood his ground.

Maybe it was the position, but Kara wasn't that great at cocksucking; not bad, but not on par with Roxanne, who could gobble a prick like nobody. However, discounting her lack of technique, Robert's dick just felt good being in her mouth. While he was contemplating this, Kara had undone his pants, tugging them and his jockeys down far enough for gravity gather them around his ankles.

Kara started emitting throaty moans as the sucking and fucking caused her to have a thunderous orgasm. To enhance it, she rubbed Robert's cock all over her face until it subsided.

Watching this was the final stimulus Don needed to shout, "I'm gonna come!"

Robert extricated himself from Kara to capture her husband's eruption. This he played for the video, pulling all but the tip of his cock out of her pussy so the camera saw a couple of jets of semen squirt out into her hole. He then shot the rest on her skin just above her clit.

Breathing heavily, cum still dribbling from his pee hole, Don gasped, "Give me the camera!"

Robert complied.

"Finish him, baby," Don order his wife.

She did so eagerly. Of course, it only took a minute, so aroused was Robert already, before he was spraying her tonsils with a thick load. She swallowed all of it, then scooped her husband's from her pubic area and ingested that, as well.

"Damn, that was good!" she said licking her fingers.

They recovered sitting on the sofa with a chilled bottle of white wine.

* * *

Robert didn't see Don or Kara around the neighborhood as he did Brad and Rachel so there was no way he could gauge the post-Saturday fallout. He felt a similar concern as he had that first time after his tryst with the Bullocks. Adding fuel to that flame was when Joan commented in the middle of the following week that she hadn't received her expected phone call from Kara about a decorating project they were going to work on together. She even somewhat jokingly asked her husband if he had insulted the Browns in some way over the weekend.

"I don't think so," Robert answered nervously. Unless she really was offended by him coming in her mouth, he wanted to add. "Everything seemed fine when I left." He didn't want to suggest that Joan call Kara herself because if something was amiss, it wouldn't do for Joan to be a part of it.

Unfortunately, Joan called Kara anyway. To add further concern, Kara was abrupt, said she couldn't talk and would call Joan back in a day or two. But by the weekend, there was still no word, so without his wife knowing, Robert called Don. But he was just as aloof. Finally, they both received texts late Sunday evening, her from Kara, him from Don, stating simply that her uncle had been visiting and they were tied up.

"What the hell does that mean?" Joan asked with a frown. "Just because you have relatives visiting you can't talk on the phone to your neighbor? Besides, I thought her uncle lived here in town."

Some of that was perplexing, Robert concurred to himself. He knew the answer to some of it. Should he enlighten his wife? Then, he remembered a line from a spy movie in which the spy was telling a protégé to tell the truth wherever possible so that when you did have to lie there was a greater chance you would be believed. With that in mind, he explained, "Kara's uncle is a highly regarded minister and apparently quite demanding of them where their religion is concerned. They feel as though they have to act the part. In working on their vacation pictures, I got the sense he doesn't approve of all of the places they go. That also led me to believe that's why they go where they do; so they can be themselves."

"They told you all of this?" Joan asked, mystified, but seeming to understand them better.

"Not in so many words."

"But I thought he lived here in town. Why would he need to stay with them?"

"That I don't know," Robert responded, also curious. "But neither mentioned anything about him visiting, so I'm guessing it was sudden." He didn't let on that his own concern was mounting. For two people who performed sexually with reckless abandon in front of him even somewhat including him, sparse contact was certainly indicative of a remorseful problem.

* * *

The situation with Joan's mother had escalated to the point where it was now necessary for her to travel every other weekend. By the time she departed on Friday, there still had been no word from the Browns. Joan was troubled, to be sure, but it bothered Robert so much that he made an excuse so he could skip his Friday night with the Bullocks. Needless to say, they were not too happy about that. However, he needed the time to devise a plan to discover what was up with Don and Kara.

* * *

"God, I'm glad he's finally gone!" Kara commented about her uncle when she and Don arrived home from work on Friday.

"That makes two of us!" her husband wholeheartedly agreed.

As was their custom, they changed out of their work clothes, Don into just a Polo and shorts, Kara into workout apparel consisting of a midriff tank top and tightfitting ankle-length pants.

"Not to mention that I'm so horny I can hardly see straight."

"You're speaking for both of us. Let's go away for the weekend and remedy this situation," Don suggested as he headed to the kitchen for a beer. "We can leave in the morning, maybe even take Monday off and come back then."

With a big grin, Kara said, "Sounds like a plan." She went to their little office and sat at the computer. "In the meantime, let's put Robert's movie on and enjoy ourselves."

"Speaking of Robert—and Joan," Don shouted from the kitchen, "we've got some explaining to do to them."

"I know," Kara concurred. "I've been thinking about that. I'm sure they'll understand."

"Damn!" she swore.

"What?" he yelled, still in the kitchen. "I can't get it to play."

Don was there in a second, failing to run the video also.

"Aw, crap. I'm going to call Robert."

"Joan's gone this weekend, isn't she?" Don thought out loud. "He's probably going over to Roxanne and Brad's for dinner."

"Maybe I can catch him before he leaves and we can explain it all to him," Kara said hopefully. "I'll call Joan when we get back."

* * *

A mixture of emotions ran through Robert's head when the caller ID read "Brown," but at the top was happiness, both because they were finally calling and that he had not gone to the Bullocks'. He answered immediately. "I was beginning to wonder if we were ever going to hear from you two," he said by way of greeting, not knowing which one was on the line.

"I'm so sorry," Kara offered, oozing sincerity. "If you would care to come over, I'll explain and make it up to you—unless you have other plans."

He didn't keep it a secret that he "occasionally" went to the Bullocks' for "dinner" on the Fridays when Joan was out of town. He didn't volunteer that information, but he had to the Browns. "I wasn't in the mood for Brad and Roxanne tonight."

"Are you in the mood for us?" Her question was laced with seduction. "If not, come anyway and we'll get you in the mood."

How much eagerness should he let out? "On promise of explanation, I'll come. And then we'll see what kind of mood that puts us in."

"Fair enough."

Gathering his camera bag, Robert realized that he needed to take the long way around to avoid passing the Bullocks' house. It wouldn't do for them to see him. In addition, it wouldn't make him look pathetic by rushing over.

But Maude did catch him again. "Got time for that glass of wine now?"

He held up the camera bag. "No. More photos to fix. Another rain check?"

"Isn't Fridays with the Bullocks?"

That gave him pause, but he quickly recovered. "Not always," he responded remembering his thoughts about telling the truth wherever possible. He was concerned that she knew that, but filed it in the back of his mind for consideration later.

Maude merely nodded.

* * *

When he finally arrived, Don admitted him and greeted him warmly. "Go on into the living room. Kara's there. I'll be in shortly."

Kara stood to face him. She had changed into a black, lacy nightgown with matching robe, causing Robert to wonder what tonight's video theme would be. She stepped over and hugged him, making certain she rubbed herself against him. "I'm so sorry about the last two weeks. My uncle showed up unexpectedly and stayed."

"I thought he lived here in town?" Robert asked with a frown.

"He does—or did. He retired, and so had to move out of the home his church provided for him. He's fairly well known and is always being invited to speak at other churches around the country, so he and my aunt are going to buy a small place for when they're in town and spend the rest of their time traveling. They just needed a place to stay."

Nodding his understanding, Robert inquired, "Couldn't you or Don have let us know while you were at work?"

"We should have," Kara agreed. "I'm sorry we didn't. When they showed up Sunday evening, we were just about to watch the video you took. We had to hurry and shut it down. Monday when I came home from work, my uncle was using the computer and we were afraid he'd find the video. We were really flustered the entire time they were here. Don made an excuse about needing to check email and he quickly tried to hide it, but now it won't play."

She seemed sincere and Robert had no reason to doubt her. "I was just concerned that maybe you and Don regretted what we had done."

"Not at all. In fact, we've been dying the last few weeks. My uncle is one of those old-fashioned people who believe sex is only for procreation, so we had to be on best behavior."

"Wow. How barbaric! Joan even asked if I had done something to offend the two of you, and I wondered if coming in your mouth had maybe done something."

"Are you kidding," Kara said with a wicked smile. "That was one of the best parts." Now she was laughing.

"Even I have to admit that watching her do that was exciting," Don agreed finally appearing.

Kara sat down on the sofa propping one leg up, exposing it. Robert reached for his camera to capture the pose.

"I feel like dancing," she said.

Don stepped over to his sound system and switched it on to some soft, slow song. He then held out his hand for her to take. She accepted it. Robert switched to video and caught Kara rising and her husband sweeping her into his arms. They pressed their bodies firmly together, his arms in a bear hug around her back, hers wrapped around his neck. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, their faces close together. To call what husband and wife were doing dancing would be charitable, it was really fucking standing up without penetration.

And it didn't last long. Don laid Kara down on the sofa. She bent her knees to expose her shapely legs. Robert zoomed out to capture the entire scene.