Neighbours Pt. 01

"Yes I know Mons, but we have to, we must. It's more than pure lust Monica."

"Is it Dan, is it really?" I asked desperately wanting to hear that this was not just an animalistic sex thing with Dan for it was far more than that for me.

My entire view had changed as the momentum of my relationship with Dan had become more open and, quite frankly sexual. I had now admitted that it was more than sex, more than lust and more than just a fling. I was worried, but would not admit it fully, that I was falling for him

It was clear that neither of us had changed our mind although both of us were realising what a large step it was. We admitted to each other that we were pleased in some ways about the other Thursday for it was too soon, but I think we both knew that there was a grim inevitability about our relationship. We both knew that the feelings and desires would not go away, that we were still hugely attracted to the other and that episodes similar to what had gone on in my hallway a couple of weeks ago and in my kitchen yesterday were bound to happen again.

And they did.

It was late, well past midnight and the crowd had lost the appetite for fast dancing as well as the band seeming to have lost their energy for blowing up a storm. So the order of the moment was slow smooches. It was a warm night and as was customary at such times the patio doors of the clubhouse were wide open and about half of us were dancing outside on the terrace. I did not know where Alex was, but as he was not much of a dancer, I assumed he would be drinking with some of his cronies in one of the four bars.

I was in Dan's arms. It was too close a clinch really, but I liked it. We were in the shadows away from the windows so no one could see us. His hands ran up and down my back, easing my body closer and tighter to his. My breasts were squashed against him. I felt one of his hands slide past my waist and onto my hip. It felt nice as it paused for just a moment or two before slithering a little further round and downwards. It was on the top of my bottom. I was surprised. We had danced together many times and nothing like this had happened before, but that was before those seminal moments in my hallway and at the dinner party when he had caressed my breasts and bum. Now, his confidence possibly boosted by my lack of previous resistance, his hand slid further and he squeezed the cheek of my bum. It was lovely.

"No Dan," I said softly moving away a little. "Not here."

He grabbed my wrist and rather roughly pulled me round the side of the clubhouse to a deserted area.

"How about here then," he said just before he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, full on the lips.

I resisted at first, but slowly he wore that down and I found myself kissing him.

"This is madness," I whispered, breaking away. "Anyone could catch us."

"Monica, I don't care," he replied. Using the exact same phrase he had in my kitchen.

Hearing voices we moved further round the back of the building into an even darker area.

We kissed again. This time it was open-mouthed and whilst one of his hands squeezed my cheek, the other found my breast and cupped it.

"I have thought of hardly anything else other than you since we were supposed to go to the Langham. Have you thought about it Monica?"

I did not have the pluck to say that I too had thought of little else although perversely I was pleased that we had not gone there.

"Yes," I muttered again feeling scared because at any moment someone could walk round the corner. "But we mustn't Dan" I said pulling myself away and running back into the dance area hoping nobody would see me. Fortunately, they did not and we were able to slink back into the dinner dance.

I knew that things were getting out of control. I wanted to see Dan and be with him and, for the first time in my married life, I turned Alex down several times. I did not like doing it, but somehow and for some unfathomable reason I wanted to be faithful to Dan and not my husband!

*

This all happened some eighteen or so years ago, before we moved into the twenty-first millennium. Mobile phones were not the smart instruments they are now, there was no facebook, twitter, watsup, facetime or the like. Texting was only just getting going and emails were restricted to Pc's and could not be sent by phone. Most contact, therefore, was by phone or face to face, some even still sent letters. Dan and I spoke regularly on the phone, would chat 'over the garden fence' when we could and when Alex and Margot were out one would pop round to the other's house. Nearly always, though, either Sara, my eight year old daughter or one or both of Margot and Dan's ten year old twins were around. We had to be careful for children pick up on things and can feed information back to the other partner, so we could not pop round that much and when we did, it really was a pop and not a long stay.

So, whilst we still talked about our desires and our wish to be together, the opportunities to take things further were very limited. Limited yes, but not totally absent.

"No I'll get a cab" I said to Dan one Sunday evening after playing golf with the mixed group who met each Sunday. We always had an afternoon swindle, as they are called, then showered and changed to have an early dinner and a few drinks. Who you played with was decided by throwing your golf ball up in the air and the ones closest to each other when they landed were your partners. It was all very social and 'clubby' and welcoming to singles, both male and female. Alex had flown to the States earlier that day and Margot was visiting her mother in Leeds and would not be back until late hence. My car was in for service and Alex was supposed to be getting a cab to the airport, but that didn't turn up so he took his car leaving me without. I nearly didn't go to golf, but the chance to see and be with Dan for some time overcame my nervousness so I went.

I was hellishly nervous. I had guessed Dan would be there and had thought of not going, but my attraction to him outweighed my common sense.

"You stay with your mates

"Don't be silly, we live next door to each other."

"Exactly."

"Now don't be daft, young lady come on," he said picking up my golf bag and waving goodbye to the others.

"Take it off."

"No, I can't here."

"Why not, no one will see."

"What if someone comes along."?

"Just pull your top up, after all Mons, your tits aren't that big," Dan smiled playfully flicking one with his fingertip. That was true, but they are a respectable 33 B or C so they are a 'proper handful' as Alex often terms them or as Dan then said. "But they are fucking lovely."

Dan pulled up in a car park on Wanstead Flats a mile or so from my house. He turned off the

Ignition and the lights. It was very dark, but there was just enough light to see.

"I take it I was not going to get an invitation for coffee Mons," he said sliding his arm along the top of my seat.

"You know I couldn't do that."

"Couldn't or wouldn't?"

I didn't like to say that nothing would please me more than to ask you in and for us to fuck all night, but there was a problem, well two actually. Sara was there and as I said.

"Jenny is baby-sitting."

"God I've missed you Monica," he whispered just before we kissed.

He was a good kisser, probably better than Alex I thought, immediately admonishing myself for making the sort comparison a mistress should never make between her lover and her husband. And that almost made me giggle as I was not yet his or anyone's mistress.

He clambered across the central console and pushed me into the corner of the big, leather seat. His mouth was on mine, his hand went to my breast and I felt his erection pressing against the outside of my upper leg. We kissed deeply, it was exciting and enjoyable.

His hand went into my shoulder length, dirty blond hair and he ruffled that as I stroked the side of his smooth face. He always felt and smelt so nice, features I like in a man.

After golf at our rather stuffy club I had showered and changed before eating. I was wearing a pink, vee necked, cashmere sweater with a black, knee length, pleated skirt. Smart yet relaxed was how I thought I looked and was how I felt. The skirt, though not flared, was fairly loose and as Dan pushed me back in the seat so, of course, it rode up my thighs. Despite it being mid-October, the weather was still quite warm and as Alex and I had just returned from a week in in Florida, my legs were nicely tanned so I wasn't wearing tights.

As our kiss progressed so his hand had slid inside my sweater. It felt good as he firstly caressed my boob through my bra then, after easing it out from its restraining cup, the bare skin and my nipples.

That's when Dan had said "Take it off." It's also when I, without a great deal of conviction, had demurred. It was also when, after demurring to salve my respectability, I reached behind me, unclipped the bra, removed it and pushed it into my bag. The soft cashmere felt nice on my bare tits.

We kissed more as he fondled my boobs and I undid his shirt so I could feel his fairly hairy chest with my fingers. We were pushing out the boundaries and going beyond where we had been before. I was hugely aroused and wondered just how this would end; I didn't really have any idea.

He rolled my sweater up and pushed his chest against me; that felt good. He kissed my tits and sucked my nipples. His hand went up my skirt and mine went to his erection. We were very worked up and were getting carried away. His hand was between my legs rubbing my clit and lips, mine had fumbled inside the waist band of his trousers and had found his erection. He had undone his belt, I had pulled his zip down.

"I have to fuck you Monica," he groaned thrusting his cock into the surrogate pussy I was making with my hand.

"We can't here," I moaned back wishing that we could.

"It's ok, it's safe," he retorted pulling on the waist band of my panties.

"It's not, anyone could come along."

"We would see their lights miles away," he argued.

"No Dan, not here not like this," I groaned.

"Mons, I can hardly stand this, please."

"No Dan. Not now, not yet."

I could not countenance the idea of consummating our relationship in this situation

"When darling, when can we?"

"Soon maybe, very soon" I groaned as I felt his hand sliding up my leg.

"Ok?" He whispered as he reached where my thighs were pressed together.

I could not believe how sordid and wanton I was being. He tried going further but the fleshiness of my thighs stopped him. He pushed more firmly.

"At least say yes to this Monica," he sighed taking my hand and placing it right on his erection. I undid his zip and fumbled inside his trousers until I found his cock. "Oh yes," he groaned as I started rubbing it. "And this," he whispered pushing harder at the flattened flesh of my thighs. "Please."

"Is this what you want Dan?" I asked opening my legs.

*

I felt terrible remorse when I let myself into my house and saw Jenny, the eighteen year old daughter of another neighbour and the close's resident babysitter. She looked at me and asked if I had a nice evening. There was a slight smile on her face as she asked that. It was almost as if she knew that just ten minutes or so ago Dan had his hand up my skirt and had two or three fingers buried deep inside me. I was still slightly aroused and my panties were still damp from where he had made me cum twice before he had shot his load into a tissue although some did go onto the grey carpet of his Merc.

It was clear that the day when we would 'go all the way' was approaching. I was torn. I wanted to have sex in a relaxed place with Dan. I was pretty convinced now that what I felt for him was not the simple lust of a purely sexual affair. In a way, when I included my feelings in the equation and recognised that it was more than sheer animalistic lust, I felt better and there was less guilt about what we doing. But in another way it made things worse for if Dan and I really did love each other as I was suspecting was the case then the resolution was more difficult and messy for everyone.

We were very careful and chose a hotel in Shoreditch in the East End of London. Dan, bless him, wanted to go to an upscale West End hotel, but I was scared we might see someone we knew in the posher areas of London.

"I am in seven forty two. Great views over the Peabody buildings, Liverpool Street Station and the other erstwhile slums of the East End," he said when I phoned him from Liverpool Street Station

"Sounds wonderfully romantic Dan."

"It's a nice room, well it's a suite really."

"Why do we want that?"

"I don't like eating in bedrooms, see you soon."

That previous Sunday, Dan had made me cum in his car. After I had opened my legs, he had quickly eased his hand right up to the top and onto my pussy inside the snug panties. I was already starting cum when he rubbed me outside the satin gusset of my thong and when he fumbled his fingers inside them and inside me, he completed the job.

"Oh god Dan," I groaned as wave after wave of wonderful sensations flooded my mind and body. I gripped him tightly round his neck.

"Was it good Mons?"

"It was wonderful," I groaned feeling marvellously sordid lying back in the front seat of the Merc my thong round my thighs with Dan's fingers still in me and my hand holding his erection.

I was hellishly nervous getting ready to meet him a few days later. Alex was still in New York and Margot was playing in an overnight corporate golf day at Sandwich in Kent. We had the afternoon and the evening, not to mention the night to ourselves.

Dan had phoned me later on the Sunday evening and twice on the Monday. I had eventually agreed to meet him at a hotel. It was not exactly stated, but it was clear that we were meeting for sex, although Dan did say. "If at any time you want to stop Mons, just say so."

By my actions that morning, however, my intent was clear. After I had showered, washed and styled my hair, done my toe and fingernails and fixed the little make-up I use, I went to my underwear drawer. I already had in mind what I was going to wear. As I walked into my dressing room and looked at my naked form in the full-length mirror, I wondered what Dan would think, now that I was in a weight off period. Cupping my tits and staring at my reflection, I smiled and said to myself.' Should still be big enough for him though.'

I slipped the burgundy, silk French knickers up my legs and checked that look. I was pleased with it the dark material was set off nicely against my skin. My tits were nice and pert and had not sagged even though I had been lazy after childbirth. I could not do anything about my slightly chunky thighs and the modest baby tum pod, but he had seen them when I wore my bikini in the hot tub so, presumably he was ok with them and with Margot he was used to a bit of excess.

Smiling, when I put on the burgundy silk bra, of the Agent Provocateur set, I thought. 'A proper sized bra this time' as opposed to the size too small I had been wearing the first time he had seen my boobs in a bra. I mulled over the idea of wearing stockings, particularly lacy topped, holdups, but thought that was a little 'outré' on a first date. On top, I wore a simple, button up the front, low cut, short sleeved, black dress with some yellow markings and a yellow, linen jacket. Earlier I had been to my gay hairdresser at the local Toni and Guy. He had spent an hour or so styling my long, wavy, dirty blonde coloured hair into the 'dragged through a hedge backwards look' that he told me in his camp, lispy way was very fashionable. It was also ridiculously expensive at sixty-five pounds for a wash and blow dry.

The tube ride to my adulterous destiny only took forty minutes and I was het up all the way. At a couple of stations I thought seriously of turning back, but I did not although I did sit down at Liverpool Street station and had a good think.

I had been thinking about my marriage a great deal since Dan and I had 'started. Alex was a difficult man to love. He was a larger than life figure, hugely charismatic and extremely outgoing. He was a constant flirt, which for the first few years of our marriage I had believed he took no further. The subsequent years proved that he did take it further and I had caught and forgiven him, but was not at all sure that he was still on the straight and narrow with me. I guess in some ways, apart from my strong attraction to Dan, I was rattling along on the Central Line in a 'what's good for the gander' frame of mind. Even as I took a cab from Liverpool Street station and saw the hotel I was thinking. 'Is that enough to commit adultery and risk my marriage?'

"I am so nervous Dan," I said after he had let me into the room and I was in his arms.

"But you want to don't you darling?"

"Yes Dan I do, but then I know I shouldn't," I replied as we kissed.

"Do you want lunch? Or a drink?"

As part of my weight off campaign I had not drunk much for a few weeks, and the idea appealed.

"Steady the nerves," he smiled as I looked down and saw that he had an erection. That excited me.

"OK yes, thanks, a glass of white wine would be lovely. I doubt I could eat."

"But you can you make love can't you darling?"

The increase in the intensity of my kiss and the way I writhed my body against his with my arms round his neck gave him his answer.

It was over ten years since anyone other than Alex had undressed me, but standing in the suite with the bedroom door open and the big, king sized bed beckoning me, Dan brought back all those wonderfully, exciting memories.

The initial cupping of my breasts outside my clothes, the fumbling at the back of the skirt, the running of his hands up my legs and the cupping and squeezing of my bottom in the luxuriant, burgundy material.

The exchanges of ooos and ahs and sighs and gasps as we each felt another thrill or exciting view from our partner.

My hand ruffling his hair, stroking his neck, running up and down his back and my fingers inching into the deep blue, heavy cotton casual shirt he was wearing.

The fumbling as the need to go further became more urgent for both of us. My breasts and nipples were screaming out for his love and attention. The necessarily slow unbuttoning of my dress just to my waist at first. After the first few had revealed the swell of my boobs in the deep red bra, he had paused and had adored my breasts, cupping, squeezing, caressing and pinching them.

It was not all one-way though. I had eased a couple of his buttons undone. I had ran my fingers through the nice covering of brown hairs on his chest and, playfully almost, pinched his nipples. As he lifted my breasts and sucked my nipples still inside my bra, I pulled his shirt out from his beige chinos. Then, as he pushed my dress off my shoulders and let it bunch round my waist, I held his erection through his trousers.

"Let's go to bed Monica," he said quietly.

Still in each other's arms kissing, we shuffled to the bedroom. Events, the atmosphere and my arousal had now taken over. I still had reservations about what we were about to do, but deep down I had lost them about doing it. It was just the aftermath and what might happen later that concerned me.

We stood by the bed, my hands on his shoulders, his on my hips in the folds of my dress. We looked at each and we smiled.

"At last Monica, at long, long last, yes?"

"Yes Dan, at last," I replied as we kissed once more. It was long, lingering and languid; the need for urgency had now gone

My dress slid to the floor and his shirt came off. He held me at arms-length and ran his eyes up and down me.

"You are gorgeous Monica and I just love the underwear."

"Worn especially for you Dan, but talking about underwear...isn't one of us a little overdressed?"