Neighbours Pt. 01

He saw what I meant and smiling he unzipped himself and slid his trousers off and welcomingly taking his socks off with them. He looked wonderful in his tight, modern Y fronts. His cock, which was at an angle of about ten o'clock across his lovely flat stomach, looked even thicker than my mind recalled from holding it.

The undressing continued with my bra coming off as we moved inexorably towards committing adultery.

We kissed and ground our bodies together.

Our hands felt the other's body on both the bare places and those still covered.

He squeezed, caressed and pinched my breasts and I rubbed and stroked his gorgeous cock.

My breasts came out of the bra and my hand was in his underpants. He kissed and sucked my breasts and I stroked his cock.

"Not too much Mons, I won't last the first time," he groaned rubbing my clit through the smooth softness of the silk.

"Nor will I darling," I grunted as I started to cum. "See," I said as standing up I sighed and moaned as for one of the first times I smiled myself to an orgasm.

"That was wonderful Mons, you looked lovely," he said cuddling and consoling me through the heights of my climax and the downward plunge back to near normality.

We lay on the bed for a while until the tremors subsided and he started to stroke my breasts again. He sucked and chewed my nipples as I rolled his Y- fronts down and got his cock out. God it felt wonderful.

"Oh fuck Monica I want you so much," he grunted as he pulled away a little to push his underpants down and off. I took that opportunity to slide out of my French knickers.

We were both naked, flesh on flesh, nudity against nudity. It was so intimate, erotic, sexual and exciting that I could not imagine how it could be wrong, although by many standards it was. At that moment, though, wrong and right were the furthest things from my mind. All that I could concentrate on was the impending sex with Dan, his cock and me being fucked.

"Yes Dan, yes," I grunted as he rolled on top of me.

"Do you want me to wear anything?"

"No, nothing I want you in me and nothing else. I want to feel you."

He took it slowly. Kissing me as he wiggled between my legs, which I parted for him, he positioned his cock right against the lips of my pussy. Holding me tight and looking into my eyes he whispered.

"Ready?"

"Oh yes Dan, I am so ready" I sighed back.

He eased himself up me deliciously slowly. That gave me the chance to savour every moment of that very special time, a new lover's first penetration. It was gorgeous and if I had any remaining doubts about what we were doing, Dan's entry to my insides drove them away.

"Ok darling?" He asked.

He held himself still and rigid inside me as he raised his body up so he could look into my eyes.

"Oh yes Dan, yes."

"You want more?" He smiled.

"Of course I do."

"What do you want?"

"I want you Dan."

"And what do you want me to do Mons?"

"I want you to fuck me."

Pressing his body down on mine and putting his arms round me, he squashed my tits and started to pump in and out. It was wonderful and I was soon moaning and sighing at the gorgeous sensations he was giving me as we found a mutual rhythm. I ran my hands up and down his back, being very careful to avoid raking my fingernails down him; I surprised myself how quickly I fell into the habit of a mistress. I gripped his bum cheeks as he quickened the pace and depth of his thrusts into me.

"Oh Monica, this won't take long, sorry."

"Don't be silly, cum as quickly as you need to," I responded as he slammed himself up and down me.

Making animalistic grunting sounds I could feel that he was reaching his climax and that put me over the top. As my mind went into the fog of my orgasm I remember thinking how wonderful it was that our first fuck should end with such a dynamic, mutually satisfying ending.

As Dan's movements inside me slowed down and gradually stopped, so my emotions welled up. I started to sob.

"What is it Monica?" He asked as my body shuddered and the tears ran down my cheeks.

"Oh I don't know."

"Was it no good?"

"No it was fine, but it's all the other stuff."

"What you mean Alex and Sara and, of course Margot and the kids?"

"Yes" I muttered as he slid out of me, but continued to hold me. "I just cannot think how I will be able to face her."

"Margot?"

"Yes."

"What about Alex."

"Oddly that seems less daunting, but will still be awful."

"Easier I guess because he has done it to you."

"Yes, and Margot has done nothing to hurt me. It makes me feel guilty."

We chatted like that for a while.

"I had better get cleaned up," I said moving away from him on the bed.

"Fancy some lunch, it's only half past two."

That made me laugh. As I got off the bed and walked away from Dan very conscious that he would be staring at my bum, he went on.

"After all, the way you are making me feel Monica, we might be here a very long time indeed."

That made me smile, I stopped, turned round and returned to where he was lying on the bed. Leaning forward so that my boobs grazed against his chest, I took his face in my hands and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Thank you Dan, thank you so much" I whispered as he cupped my breast.

"What for Monica?"

"Just being you and making me feel so good."

I stayed in the bedroom when the lunch was delivered, but then joined Dan in the lounge to eat the steak and salad he had ordered. I marvelled at his confidence of being clad in just a white fluffy dressing gown supplied by the hotel when the waiter delivered the food. Worrying a little as we finished a bottle of Chablis for I knew I would have to go home on the tube later and certainly did not want to smell of booze, I slowly relaxed, began to feel very mellow and extremely warm towards Dan.

Finishing my meal, I went and sat on his lap. I slid my arms round his neck and kissed him. His hand almost immediately slipped inside the lapel of my dressing gown and right onto my breast. We kissed for a while as he squeezed and pinched both my boobs and nipples, before pulling the lapels apart.

"Jesus Mons these are bloody fabulous," he sighed staring at my tits and licking each one.

"Glad you like them."

"I hardly realised what I have been missing most of my life," he smiled sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

"Let's go back to bed," I whispered, my need to feel him increasing.

We dropped our gowns on the floor and lay beside each other on the bed kissing and caressing the other's body. He was not quite hard yet. I stroked and rubbed it until I got it nearly there. All that time he was stroking and kissing my breasts and telling me how wonderful they are.

"You really like them then?" I asked.

"I love them, I can't get enough of them."

Plucking up the courage to take the initiative, I looked into his eyes and said quietly.

"Do you love them enough to want to fuck them Dan?"

"Oh yes, yes Monica, yes I do."

"Stay right there," I said getting up and going to the bathroom where I had noticed a small bottle of body lotion.

Getting back onto the bed the lotion in my hand, I lay down and squeezed a generous portion of it into my cleavage. Spreading that up the side of each of my boobs as I had done for Alex many times I whispered.

"Come on then Dan," I said placing each hand on the outside of a breast.

He knelt across my chest, his cock sticking rigidly upwards his balls hanging down. Shuffling down a little holding on to his dick he positioned that just above my cleavage and then lowered himself down so that it rested on my chest between them. Looking into his eyes I pressed my tits together capturing his cock between them in the surrogate cunt I was forming for him.

"Oh Monica" he sighed leaning forward and kissing me. "They are fantastic."

"Make love to them Dan, please."

"Oh yes," he grunted starting to move in the lubricated passageway.

"Please darling, please."

"What my love."

"Fuck them Dan, fuck my tits."

Grabbing my head, he thrust up and down as I held the flesh of my boobs firmly together.

It is a very intimate and I find highly erotic act to have your tits fucked, but it leaves a lot to be desired and soon Dan slid downwards. I opened my legs to greet him as he sunk himself deep inside me.

Again, a little disappointingly for both of us, it was over quickly, but nevertheless very satisfyingly.

I would have liked there to have been a third time lucky, but age has its difficulties so we left it.

However, with Alex still in the US and Margot having decided to stay a couple more days in Kent, we had plenty of time for that.

Dan came to my house for dinner the next night. I also invited Ken and Michelle explaining that both Alex and Margot were away and we wanted company. "Well chaperones really" Dan laughed and they joined in at the preposterousness of the remark! Both Ken and Michelle work in the city as traders and leave the close by, at the latest six each morning and religiously go to bed by ten so that would leave us a plenty of time together before Dan would have to return to his children next door. We were quickly learning the processes needed by lovers.

Ken and Michelle had hardly Left the house when we were kissing and almost tearing at each other's clothes. We never did get them off and we fucked a la Basic Instinct with me backed up against the wall, my blouse undone and boobs pulled out of my bra, my panties round my ankles, skirt pulled up and Dan's trousers round his knees. Incongruous looking perhaps, but so thrilling and enjoyable.

My knickers had come off and I went to do up my bra, but he said.

"No leave it Mons, take your bra off," he said picking up my panties. "Want these?"

Shaking my head, I replied. "What you want topless clearing up?" I smiled going into the kitchen where the remnants of the dinner party littered the room.

"Yes of course," he called out from the hall.

I removed both my bra and blouse. "Come on then," I called out and then smiled and giggled when he came in to the kitchen. He was wearing just his underpants.

"We're like two bloody teenagers," I said as he took me into his arms.

"Yes Monica," he whispered into my ear sounding more serious. "Or like a couple in love."

I pulled back and looked into his eyes saying quietly.

"Are we Dan, are we really?"

The look in his eyes told me he was being serious and was actually putting into words exactly how I felt.

"Yes my darling, I think we are don't you?"

That gave me a quandary. I hesitated.

"Well Mons?"

"Please don't ask me Dan."

"Why Monica, don't you feel the same?"

"I don't know, I think so, but I am scared to admit it to myself."

"I know, I understand," he whispered into my ear running his hands up and down my back and onto my bottom. "Let's forget that for the moment."

"Let's go upstairs."

I should not really have taken him where I did, but I led him to my marital bedroom and we stood in the room that was lit just by the lamp from the road.

"Are you sure here, Monica?"

"Yes Dan, yes I am sure," I assured him.

"What if Sara wakes up."

"She won't, but if she did she calls out; she would never get up," I told him feeling quite awful that I was about to take a man to my bed with my daughter asleep just down the corridor and his children next door with Jenny the baby sitter.

He pulled me towards the bed. We lay down still kissing and still in each other's arms. He moved his head down to my breasts and made beautiful love to them with his mouth as with his other hand he rubbed and caressed me between my legs. I was gasping with intense feelings and was cradling his head and running my fingers through his thick hair. His mouth left my breasts and I felt it on my chest and moving down to my navel, into which he wiggled his tongue. He licked the slight swell of my tummy that was the result of my lack of discipline after the birth of my Sara. I breathed in hoping the mummytum wouldn't show too much. Fortunately it did not seem to bother him and he slid further downwards until his lips were on the start of my pubic patch. His hands were on my thighs, which were still closed. He applied a slight pressure to my thigh as he ran his tongue through my landing strip so that it went close to my clit.

"May I Mons?" He considerately asked running his fingers along the wet lips of my pussy.

At that moment, other than having his cock in me I could think of nothing that I desired more than his mouth and tongue on my clit and pussy; I adore oral sex.

Smiling, I sighed. "Mmmmmm yes of course," as I slowly opened my thighs.

His tongue pressing right on my clit sent a burst of really high octane sensations through me. I grunted, grabbed his head arched my back and moaned.

"Oh yes."

He was very good at it and no part of my pussy went without some of his fantastic attention. He combined licking and kissing me with his tongue and mouth with stroking and caressing my thighs and tummy with his fingers. The combination made for powerful surges of intense feelings and he soon took me to that lovely place just beneath the crest of an orgasm. It's that place where a woman has most of the feelings and pleasure of a climax, but not the explosive outpouring of emotions that comes with a full orgasm. Yes it's that place where a skilful lover can hold his partner, bring her close to explosion and then ease off so that she has the equivalent of one long, consistent near climax. And Dan was a master at this. I have no idea how long he held me there, but it was wonderful and he knew exactly the right time to tip me over the edge.

Pressing the tip of his tongue right on my clit, he pushed two or three fingers in me and using them as a surrogate cock he started to finger fuck me. That roared me to a glorious, full on orgasm.

He held me through the shuddering, moaning and quivering as my body slowly returned to some form of normality. I was holding him, stroking his head and back, sighing deeply and whispering how wonderful it was into his ear. At last the sensations subsided and I was left with that beautiful post-orgasm glowing warmth.

"You seemed to enjoy that Mons," he said smiling running the back of his fingers across my boobs and nipples, which incredulously sprang back to attention.

"Oh yes Dan yes, I did," I sighed kissing him deeply as my entire mind and body filled with love for this 'new' man in my life. "It was wonderful, thank. Thank you so much."

"Monica please, never ever thank me for sex. It is not something I do or give, it is a we and us thing."

"God you are a gorgeous man," I said covering his face in little kisses as I felt his erection against my thigh. Momentarily I had forgotten he had not cum. I stroked it and said. "And so is this gorgeous," as I slid my body downwards. I looked up, caught his eye and smiling said. "May I Dan?"

He laughed. "Be my guest, it's all yours."

I kissed the bulbous end of his cock. Now I was up so close to it I found it to be beautiful and so desirable. Holding it, I licked its length from where it slid into his scrotum right up to its tip. I did that several times as he pulled my hair. The combination of the sheer sexual excitement of what I was doing to him, his nudity and the slight waves of pain that I got from him pulling on my hair were like nothing I had experienced since before my marriage, other than with David that is.

I slid it between my lips and slowly moved my mouth down its long, hard, warm length until it was pressing against the back of my throat. I held it there for a few moments and then as slowly as I had gone down it, I brought my lips up until they were kissing the end of it again. I repeated that several times at the slow speed and then, as his hips began to move with the same rhythm, slightly faster. At the same time, I cupped his balls, stroked them, squeezed them gently and scratched that patch of skin between his scrotum and anus.

"Oh fuck yes, yes, you lovely woman," he groaned pulling my hair harder. That hurt, but it didn't matter for the pain merged with my arousal.

I was wondering how far I should go, how long he would take to cum and indeed if he wanted to cum this way. I was holding his cock and licking and sucking it as I caressed his thighs and stomach, squeezed his balls and scratched between his legs, my finger going ever nearer to his anus. He was pulling my hair and moaning and groaning as his hips began to move to the same rhythm as I was sucking him. He gripped my head with both hands as he started to fuck my face with long deep thrusts.

"Oh Mons, stop, please stop, I am so near."

Taking it out of my mouth, I muttered. "So why stop Dan?"

"Really Mons, really you don't mind?"

"No Dan, not one bit," I groaned back as the thought of him cumming in my mouth excited me.

"Margot doesn't do that" he groaned.

"But Monica does," I grinned wrapping my lips round his cock and cradling his balls in my hand again.

"Oh god you are incredible," he groaned as my mouth and his cock restored their earlier rhythm.

I could feel the extra tension in his balls as they prepared themselves to do their duty. He was grunting and moaning as he pushed himself deep into my mouth and held it there.

"Oh Monica, Monica," he groaned as his cock spurted its seed into my throat. He seemed to go on a long time, far longer than my husband does, I found myself thinking guiltily as I removed it from my mouth. I moved up the bed a little until we were looking into each other's eyes. Then tipping my head backwards in a rather exaggerated manner I swallowed my lover's cum.

*

What had started as a mild flirtation, had then grown into a fling and had become a sexual liaison was now a full on love affair. We regularly now professed our love for each other and admitted that we could not live without the other.

"But I am not sure I can go on like this Dan," I told him one evening when he had met me at Wanstead station and we had driven to a car park on the flats. He had parked in the most secluded place we could find and we had kissed for some time.

We had discussed leaving Alex and Margot several times and he had declared himself ready to do that, but I had not felt able to break up my family.

"What do you suggest darling?" He asked his hand up my jumper and inside my bra.

"I just don't know."

We had numerous conversations like this when we managed to steal some time together at one or the other houses or when he met me off the tube after work or when we organised an afternoon in a hotel. Each time I was no nearer to reaching a decision and as is my way I simply let things drift.

It went on for the best part of two years during which time Margot had another baby. Inevitably it ended in tears, but that is a completely different story that one day I may tell you.