The New Neighbours Ch. 01

When Alan finally got through the front door of their new home, he still found his stomach flip flopped at calling it that, Joanne was already walking down the hallway to meet him, a goofy smile stretched her full lips and she was almost skipping as she approached. Her arms were around his neck before Alan had time to take the keys out of the front door, her kiss was deep and wet and Alan gave in to her willingly.

Alan's arms wrapped around Joanne pulling her closer still, the baby bump pushing against him as Joanne's own hands travelled down his back and finding his denim clad backside she gave his toned cheeks an appreciative squeeze, his own hands finding her backside moments later and responded in kind.

"Come on you, upstairs." Joanne said breaking the kiss finally. She turned on bare feet and headed up the stairs, pulling at the buttons on her dress as she went, she slipped her arm out of one armlet letting Alan see her bare shoulder and letting him know that she was braless.

"What's gotten into you?" Alan asked following hotly behind, when Joanne had slipped the dress down one shoulder he could not but help but smile at seeing that Joanne was braless, he knew her now larger breasts would be loose and soon in his hands and mouth.

Joanne looked over her freckled shoulder, one hand holding onto the bannister. She stopped walking up and Alan stopped a few steps down. She gave Alan a wink then said, "Remember all those stories you read about pregnant women becoming super horny?" with her free hand she pulled down her summer dress the rest of the way, letting it crumple at her feet. Her naked rear was now exposed to Alan and she shook it, teasing him.

Alan bounded up the last few steps, catching Joanne off guard with his speed, his hands went round her his fingers entwining over her bulging stomach and he kissed her bare neck then shoulders. His cock strained at his jeans and he pushed it against Joanne's naked backside, she ground back appreciating the effect her nakedness had had on him.

Joanne had been in a heightened state of sexual desire for the whole afternoon, by the time she had finally left the bathroom she had gingerly made her way downstairs, even that had been fraught with unexpected repercussions. Her clitoris still buzzed and each step gave a little bit of pressure and made her legs tingle. She had never felt like this before, she knew deep down it was not really Keith, well perhaps a little bit, but both she and Alan had read up on pregnancy and the oddity of hormones wreaking havoc on a woman's libido.

This she had now decided was the reason she was this way, what other reason could it be other than that. Her body had decided today of all days would be the day that it would release the horny hormone just to make Joanne's day a bit more interesting. She had collapsed on the bottom step, breathing deep and shallow, her body tingling for her to touch it. She refused to, refused to give into the urges and remained sitting for ten minutes before she finally felt close to normal to continue with her day.

She had masturbated twice more, once was in the kitchen she had placed one leg on a dining chair the other on the ground, her dress hiked up about her hips as she fingered herself to another orgasm. The second had happened only half an hour before Alan had come home, she had sat on the settee and used the television remote, shoving it as deep as she felt safe while her other hand alternated between clitoris and nipples. Both times she had imagined terrible things, Keith groping her, licking her tits, rubbing his unknown cock over them and cumming.

"I have been thinking of you all day," Joanne said breathlessly, the words flowing freely, her heightened state removing her inhibitions, "I got so worked up I had to masturbate," Alan groaned as he bit her shoulder, "Three times baby and I still need you."

Alan's hands unlaced and travelled upwards finding Joanne's swollen breasts her nipples already thick and hard as the palms of his hands pressed firmly onto them, his fingers digging into the soft flesh squeezing her luscious, pale globes of flesh.

Joanne reached up taking one of his hands and guided it between her legs, Alan moaned out as he felt how wet Joanne already was, her labia swollen and parted, he easily slipped two fingers inside her. "Fuck it!" he gasped and with a little bit of disappointment he let go of her tit and her wet sex and fumbled with his jean's ripping the buttons from their eyelets and letting his raging hard on loose.

Joanne gripped the bannister in one hand the other pushed hard against the wall as Alan took hold of her backside with one hand and kicked her legs apart. He made no ceremony of what he was about to do, he simply guided his cock to her waiting hole and plunged as deep as he could. My God she was hot inside, his cock thrust back and forth quickly, giving no time to gentle love making.

Joanne gasped with each deep fast thrust into her as she bent over on the stairs her husband filling her with his cock, fucking her as hard as he could both hands squeezing her hanging and swinging tits as his cock squelched in and out of her, "Have to stop, leg cramp!" Joanne said breathlessly as her right leg suddenly became an agonising stump.

Alan either did not hear her or did not care as he continued on his way. Joanne gritted her teeth then finally pushed forward as she stood up, Alan's cock leaving her with a loud SSLURP! As she did. "Cramp!" she gasped through gritted teeth and flexing her ankle back and forth her toes curled into a tight agonising ball.

As the knot and pain lessened, she motioned for Alan to follow the rest of the way up the stairs. Once on the landing she took his hand and she led him straight to the bedroom. Alan's hands were all over her again, stroking, massaging and squeezing. His cock pressed against her backside leaving a sticky trail of their juices. Joanne turned and took Alan by the hand she guided him, then pushed him down on the bed, it was only then that she noticed that his jeans and pants were still around his ankles, his work boots poking out beneath that.

Alan watched with unbridled excitement as his wife straddled him, her pussy sticking to his belly as she sat down, he reached up cupping her tits, more gently this time, his enthusiasm from earlier had made red marks across her pale breasts. He squeezed her nipples with thumb and forefinger then stroked her areola his circular motion expanding to take in as much white and splodges of red flesh that they could.

Joanne rotated her hips grinding on his hairy belly, her breathing slow and deep a muted moan would escape on a different breath. "So wet for you Alan, you should see the mess I have made."

Joanna moved up his body, Alan's hands fell to her hips then as she reached his shoulders he awkwardly slipped them beneath her as he did so she lifted up and moved directly over his face. Alan had never seen Joanne's pussy so aroused; her labia were glistening engorged folds of flesh. He wondered for a moment just exactly what she had been up to, but that thought slipped free and disappeared as she lowered her sticky mess onto his face.

Joanna let out a loud moan and swore profusely as Alan's tongue travelled between her meaty lips and came to rest on her clitoris. She gave no consideration to Alan's ability to breathe as she ground down on his face, moving from side to side smearing her juices over his mouth, nose and chin.

Alan could not get enough, he drank her in as much as he could, his tongue alternating from her wet hole to her clitoris, her juices seemed to be leaking from her at an alarming rate her smell was driving him insane, he wanted to fuck her and continue to tongue her all at the same time.

Joanne pinched and pulled at her tits, her pale freckled skin a blotchy red mess. Her nipples were hard and sore and even the slightest rub from her palms sent her gasping, moaning and grinding even more. Her fourth orgasm that day detonated she arched her back, hands clasped under her breasts Alan lost beneath her pregnant belly. She could not bite back the sounds that emanated from her mouth, she gasped and moaned out loudly as she ground down on her husband's tongue.

Alan's hands took hold of her hips and pushed her down from his face, he took in lungful's of air his face and five O'clock shadow a sticky mess. He moved himself so that he was sitting up with Joanne straddling his lap his cock slipped easily into her now, her sex was a mass void of hot vicious liquid. He buried his face into her cleavage, her skin smelt of sweat and a hint of perfume, the globes of flesh hot against his cheeks as he bucked his hips driving his cock deep into Joanne.

Alan moved his head lifting it slightly and moved it over one hard nipple. He suckled as Joanne met his thrusts, His suckling brought on a louder moan from Joanne which in turn spurred his own thrusting to a new level, "Oh, Fuck, coming again!" Joanne almost shouted out. Alan stopped thrusting letting Joanne control the motion now, her hips gyrated and she pushed down hard, her gasps short and sharp as her second orgasm in as many minutes erupted.

Alan was far over the edge, his wife's movements, the second orgasm the totally impromptu sex session was more than his work tired mind could handle. He gave his own voice to Joanna's orgasm and unloaded deep inside her, their juices mingling into a sweet, salty mix deep inside Joanne.

Joanne rolled off Alan and collapsed next to him, they lay side by side hands held tightly together their breathing heavy neither of them could speak, the smell of sweat and sex heavy in their nostrils. "That was," Alan took a deep breath, his lips still held a trace of Joanne's sex on them and he licked them, "unexpected."

Joanne turned her head, she was so used to rolling over and snuggling into him, her belly though now made the motion too awkward to even attempt it. She rested one hand on his now flaccid cock, it was still sticky with their juices but already drying in the cool air. "But not unwanted," Joanne replied close to his ear. Alan shook his head, "I think we should skip dinner and just stay right here."

"You won't hear me complaining or moaning about that," Alan replied.

Joanne squeezed his cock, "Oh I was hoping for a little bit of moaning from you," the twitch of his cock brought a smile to her face.

Alan left for work the next morning a little more tired than usual and with a lazy smile on his unshaved face. Joanne had said goodbye at the door as she always had done, she stood and watched Alan walk down the drive to his car as he reached the bonnet a familiar voice rang out from next door and a moment later Keith appeared walking down his own path.

Joanne slipped back into the house closing the door almost all the way, leaving just enough space for her to peer out of and listen in. Her stomach was a block of ice and she had the terrible need to run upstairs and wee but she stood motionless watching Alan turn from his car and walk the short distance to the separating evergreen hedge where Keith now stood a big smile on his face.

"Lovely morning isn't it?" Keith said looking up at the pale blue sky, spring was in the air again, a glimmer of what the season was going to bring.

"I would rather be at home enjoying it than going to work." Alan replied he had been forced out of bed by Joanne, even though he tried to remain next to her, even his morning erection did not have the desired effect and Joanne had unceremoniously pulled the covers off forcing him to get up.

"Early start for you," Keith said, his head turned slightly looking at the young couples house, "Joanne will be okay on her own I am sure, if not she only has to come next door. Wendy and I hardly go out and we will lend a hand if needs be." Alan thanked Keith, though he had the sense that Keith was making fun of him somehow, the smile on his face that pulled at his wrinkled skin and made his eyes twinkle. "You look like you need a few hours more sleep too."

"Well my working day is never done, even at home." Alan replied, it was none of Keith's business why he looked so tired, the man gave a laugh and nodded, again Alan felt as if he were missing a joke. "I best be heading off." Alan said bringing the small talk to an abrupt end. He shook the man's offered hand and walked back to his car, he spared a look at the house, hoping to see Joanne one last time but she had already disappeared back inside. 'A good thing really' Alan thought to himself, 'Keith will just have to perv over some other woman.'

Joanne had watched the exchange, her stomach flipped and she rubbed at her swollen belly when Keith had mentioned a helping hand, the man was making fun of Alan, he knew that Joanne had not told Alan about what had happened in the kitchen. If she had, Alan would have been around last night to have punched Keith's lights out.

Joanne felt more foolish now, she had let her own desires and wants get the better of her, instead of telling Alan she had masturbated to the filthy idea and then fucked her husband the moment he got through the door. She had been irresponsible and she had to fix it before more damage was done.

It was nearing noon before Joanne saw her opportunity, she had kept an eye on the back garden the last thing she wanted was to confront either Wendy or Keith in their front garden or at their front door, if it turned into a scene the whole street would be watching. She had seen Keith a couple of times walking in and out but Joanne wanted to speak mostly to Wendy, woman to woman.

When Wendy appeared in the garden, Joanne took a deep breath and stepped outside. Wendy had heard the door and she put a red basket of washing down on the ground near the rotary washing line. Her smile was big, warm and friendly and it made Joanne lose a lot of her fire that she had been stoking since over hearing the conversation that morning.

"Who needs a tumble dryer with weather like this?" Wendy said cheerfully.

"Yes, hard to imagine that this is still meant to be winter." Joanne replied, Wendy nodded and she bent down and began to pull garments apart ready to hang. "About yesterday..." Joanne pushed on knowing she had to speak her mind.

"Ah there's the other lover," Keith said stepping out of their backdoor, he held a small tin of clothes pegs that rattled as he walked up the garden to where the two women stood either side of the wooden fence.

Wendy stood up pushing her glasses back up as she did so, "Leave Joanne alone, I am sure she does not need to hear from you."

Keith's brow furrowed, "You weren't saying that last night," he said with a bit of a pout and handed the container of pegs to Wendy, "well no one was saying much last night eh?" he gave Joanne a wink.

Joanne felt her face turning red, could they have possibly heard her and Alan having sex, surely not, "Keith, be quiet will you, your embarrassing the girl," Wendy said trying to mask the smile that threatened to spread on her face. She turned and faced Joanne, "You and Alan were a little loud last night dear, the walls in these houses are not that thick."

"Oh!" Joanne said the truth bluntly put to her took all other thoughts from her mind.

"Not that we are complaining," Keith said his smile beaming; "Trying to keep up with you was terribly fun!"

Joanne's mouth dropped open, her head flicked from Keith to Wendy who was shaking her own head. Wendy took her time putting the container of pegs down, "What Keith was so eloquently trying to say was that..."

"Wendy gave me the best hand job in years," Keith jumped in like a school boy unable to keep a secret. "Matched each little jerk to your moaning she did!"

"You and Alan are very voracious it sounds, Keith wanted to see if he could last out." Wendy said her eyes glaring at Keith.

Keith dismissed the look with a lazy wave of one hand, "First time I came well before Alan did I fear. Second time though out lasted the two of you."

Joanne tried not to hear him, but her mind was racing filling it with images. While she was riding Alan, Keith and Wendy were only a few feet away, his cock in her hands as she worked him to the sound of them having sex. Her hormonal mind was driving the imagination, working it up, Keith with an unnatural huge cock, pumping copious amounts of sperm as Joanne's own orgasm had gripped her.

Her clitoris tingled, just as it had yesterday, her body wanted to be touched but not just by Joanne, another man was so willingly and wantonly into her that her whole body mind and spirit wanted something to happen. She fought the urge knowing now was the only chance to put a stop to it all.

Joanne held up one hand, "Stop!" she said firmly and the smile dropped from Keith's face, Wendy's head flicked around so hard Joanne was amazed she did not hear it snap. "Just stop please," She took a deep breath and lowered her hand, "This is all too much!" The elderly couple looked at her confused, how could they not see how inappropriate they were being. "Yesterday should never have happened."

"Oh my dear, its nothing to be ashamed of everyone has sex," Wendy said calmly.

Joanne shook her head, she had found her fire once more and she was not going to be stopped now, "I meant in your kitchen, when Keith groped me? That was inappropriate."

"Now, now Joanne, it was bit of harmless fun, it was not meant to offend you. You are such an attractive woman and with the body of a pregnant goddess I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable." Keith replied, shock in his voice at what Joanne was saying.

"Thank you, but just groping me is not acceptable," Facing him now, discussing it out in the open was what she had needed to do, to tell them that she did not like it and did not want it to happen again. 'Only you keep seeing it in your head, feeling it in the way your bra clasps your breasts, wanting it to be Keith's hands again. And now you cannot stop seeing Wendy giving him a hand job.' The little voice in her head said.

And it was true, all morning no matter how much she focused and worked on her speech she still got tingly remembering Keith's hands on her breasts, it was wrong but so right and she hated herself for feeling that way. "Can we start again, please, just put a line under this and move on?" And that's all she wanted to do, pretend it never happened and somehow be good neighbours still.

The elderly couple sighed, they seemed rather sad and dejected at the talk, somewhere their minds were trying to figure out where they had gone wrong and were perhaps still searching. Wendy was the first to speak, "Consider the line drawn."

Keith sighed and nodded, "I never meant to cause any discomfort, I am sorry." Joanne smiled wanly and nodded. Keith turned on his heels and left the two women together.

Wendy shook her head watching Keith walking off, "I think we all started off on the wrong foot, different generations have different ways of looking at life." She bent back down and continued to pick up washing and hang it on the rotary line. "But you know Joanne, you can have fun too you know?"

"I have plenty of fun thank you," Joanne was hoping it had all been settled yet Wendy seemed determined to keep going.

"You never told Alan about what Keith did to you?" Wendy said clipping a large pair of black knickers on the line, "I suppose he is the type to take something like that the wrong way also." Wendy said before Joanne could answer.

Wendy walked round the line and stepped up to the fence, "I saw that look in your eyes, the way you bit your lip," Joanne opened her mouth to talk but Wendy held one hand up stopping her, "It shocked you being touched like that but you enjoyed it, deep down perhaps but it was there. Don't be like so many people in the world today dear, try and live a little." Wendy gave a curt nod and turned around, she picked up the empty washing basket and with a tune on her lips she walked back to her house.