The New Neighbours Ch. 02

"Oh look at how hard mummy has made him Keith," Wendy said her hand slipping to the base of Alan's cock and giving the rigid mass of flesh a shake. Keith only nodded in response, his eyes flicking from Wendy's hand on Alan's cock and to Alan.

Alan wanted to run, he knew that was the right thing to do but he was trapped and not just by Keith and Wendy, but by his own body. Wendy hardly moved her hand on his cock, she wafted it back and forth then a little stroke but nothing full on, the touch felt alien, felt wrong but also it felt incredibly right.

Wendy's free hand went to her skirt and she bunched the fabric up as she pulled the hem up past her knee, "What do you think of these?" Wendy asked Alan the end of her stockings becoming visible, "Personally Keith loves them, but what about your generation are they too old fashioned?" The question was put so matter of factly, as if she was not sat next to him, topless and gripping his too hard cock in one hand.

Alan nodded, his eyes flicking in every direction, from large breasts to the spot where pale thigh met dark stocking top, over to the conservatory door, down at his cock and back again. His mind was on fire, he was out of his depth but loving and hating it all at the same time. Only in his wildest teenage masturbation dreams had he played with this idea, of an older woman and he touching, fondling, fingering, sucking and fucking and now here he was all those years later and he had no idea what to do. "They are fantastic," he said the words but was unsure just where they came from.

Wendy smiled, "Oh I am pleased," she said and almost as if as an reward she gave Alan's cock a long languid stroke, back and forth, pulling his fore skin back then up again as she went. "Would you like to touch mummy's stockings?" Wendy asked again, just as matter of factly as she had previously asked the last question.

Alan reached out, his hand shaking badly with fear and excitement he rested his hand on Wendy's knee, the fabric under his touch causing his cock to twitch at an old memory. His hand moved upwards the motion was met with Wendy working his cock a little faster. He reached the stocking top his hand resting half on the fabric the other on her warm skin. His free hand moved upwards finding one breast that Wendy pushed agreeably into his grip.

"Does mummy excite you Alan?" Wendy asked, her hand worked his cock as she spoke speeding up then slowing down.

Alan nodded, "Yes."

Wendy purred at the words a long languid sound, "Call me mummy Alan. Tell mummy that I excite you."

Alan's mouth opened, his lips dry, his tongue a swollen dry lump in his mouth, "You excite me mummy." The words were clear and so was the feeling in his groin, Wendy worked him swiftly her eyes on him knowing what was close to happening.

"That's okay Alan, you can cum." Keith said, his voice giddy with excitement.

Alan let out a groan, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the large breast in his one hand the other patted a random beat on the stockinged leg. Alan lifted his hips as his balls contracted, his shaft twitched and with a gasp he let his cum fly, the first white ribbon splashed across Wendy's left breast the next spray lower down across the crumpled blue skirt the next lesser spurts sprayed thigh and stocking. Wendy worked his cock slowly, pulling his foreskin back and squeezing his shaft lifting her hand up and forcing his cum out of him.

It seemed like an age before Wendy finally let go of his now shrinking cock, Alan took in deep lungful's of hot air, his face flushed and a mix of shame and regret flooded his body. Keith patted his knee "Well I think we can say we are even now."

Alan could not remember the whole journey back to his own house, he had glimpses of Wendy smiling as she did up her shirt, his cum drying on one breast. Keith at the front door actually shaking Alan's hand, then here he was in his own hallway his old sawhorse taking up the walkway between the kitchen and the front door. Wood chips and dust covered the laminated flooring, the whole thing seemed hyper real but also muddy in an interrupted dream kind of way.

Alan rubbed at his face, "Get it together," he told himself and shook his head. It had happened, there was no way he could think otherwise, his cock was sticky in his pants and his heart still sped up at the thought of Wendy's touch. Alan had just felt up another man's wife and had gotten a hand job out of it as well, he wanted to smile, the teenager in him wanted to run down the road screaming it but the adult Alan knew better.

He tried to go back to work and somehow managed to replace the broken step while his mind replayed Wendy's stockings in his head. Only they were not just Wendy's but the other lady's he had once stolen stockings, tights and knickers from when he was eighteen, hiding in his bedroom feeling them on his hard cock or slipping into them for a frenzied wank as he thought of the women.

His thoughts shot back to the here and now as the front door opened and Joanne said breathlessly, "My word you have been busy and messy."

Joanne was breathless from the walk up the road from the bus stop, the Panini, coffee and cake she had eaten earlier still sat heavy in her stomach. She was glad to see that Alan was home and happier to see he had started on more of the work in the house, the mess on the other hand was a little annoying but she would declare herself pregnant thus unable to vacuum it up.

Alan gave her a puzzled smile his eyes going wide and she wondered what he had been up to before she decided she was too tired to care if he had been sat around the house for the morning before doing any work, who could blame him. She went to him and put her arms around him pulling him to her so that her pregnant belly pushed into his back and she nuzzled at his neck, "I don't think I have the correct money to pay you for all this work, is there another way?" she whispered into his ear as one of her hands made its way down to his groin.

"Tea should be payment enough," he replied and turned himself around in her arms, he reached round and smacked her backside, "Two sugars and milk luv!"

Joanne took it as a joke though a part of her wondered if he was still a little sore from not being told about Keith groping her, to find that out by accident was terrible, they had not argued though. Well perhaps a little bit, it was to be expected. She counted in her head how long it had been since they last had sex and it had been over a week now, she hoped him avoiding her would not last much longer.

The problem for Joanne was that she felt like she was almost on constant heat still, from the moment she woke up to the moment she went to bed she thought about sex now. Masturbating with her fingers was fine and dandy if she knew she was going to have actual sex that night, but now that was off the table while Alan came to terms with the groping.

Sarah had offered her the simplest solution she had even gone into the shop with her. Joanne knew she must have looked a right site, a pregnant lady in a sex shop what a way to put the other shoppers off. But she had brought one, it sat in one of her shopping bags right now in the hall with Alan who much to her surprise was now vacuuming up the mess. A little show might entice him she thought, but knew she would have to practice with the vibrator a little before she would feel confident enough to let Alan know.

They sat at the dinner table a hot meal before them and Alan ate as if he had not eaten all day, they discussed their day Joanne talking more than usual, Sarah had given her so much information about childbirth and little tips on looking after their new born that she found herself having to unload it all on Alan. He listened and even asked questions, which for Joanne, was a good sign he was taking it all in.

"Any sign of Keith or Wendy?" She asked hesitantly. She could gauge so much by his response.

Alan slurped up a long ragu covered piece of spaghetti then said, "Would you believe he came to the door earlier, wanted to apologise again." Joanne bit her bottom lip, she did not like where this was heading, "I told him apology accepted but to never ever touch you again," He looked at her for a moment before lowering his head back to his food.

Joanne was impressed that another punch had not been thrown, his response was a good sign he was cooling down and that finally that little dark cloud was showing signs of passing on she only hoped it would be soon.

Saturday Afternoon,

Alan had gone to work that morning, the plan was to have the weekend off but with him missing one days' worth of work already that week they could not afford for him not to go. Joanne had stared at the utilities bill for a good hour a small note book sat at the side of the bill and next to that a calculator. The pad was full of scribblings many of them with the minus figure next to it, all in all Alan had no choice but to take the Saturday job.

Joanne pushed herself away from the table she needed a break from it all. She picked up her mobile hoping to see a text message off anyone but nothing appeared to lighten up her day. She caught a reflection of herself in the glass of one of the kitchen cupboard doors, her red hair was pulled back and looked greasy, her skin make up free and a little blotchy. "I need a bath!" Joanne proclaimed to no one in particular.

She languished in the warm water, oh what she would have given for a hot bath, but being pregnant she had heard the stories of hot baths and did not want to take any risks. She climbed out when she gave a shiver at just how cold the water was becoming, the towel hardly fitted around her now, so she leant her head forward and wrapped her red locks in the towel and flicked her head back.

Methodically Joanne applied her cream around her belly watching herself in the mirror hoping and praying that no new stretch marks had appeared. She reached up and rubbed more cream over her engorged breasts, her nipples tingled excitedly but Joanne fought the urge to give them a tweak, she had been denying herself for the last couple of days, trying to resist her own urges and get them under control. It was working but only just.

Joanne pulled open her cupboard, she already knew what she would be wearing and grabbed hold of her maternity jogging bottoms and her loose fitting top, she was forgoing a bra again they were too tight now and she needed a larger cup size so for the next few days the boys would be off their leash. It was when she went to her drawer and pulled out her plain white cotton knickers did she see the black box.

It took Joanne a moment to realise what it was, "Oh!" she said surprised as the memory hit, her face flushed and she found herself looking over her shoulder. She turned back, "not today," she said to the box and closed the drawer firmly. She had managed to get dressed and partially dry her hair before she had opened the drawer and pulled the box out.

She sat at the end of the bed, the top of the box next to her the bottom in her hand. The vibrator was five inches long and four inches thick (or so the shop girl had told her) it would not make Alan feel inferior compared to some of the others Sarah had waved in her face that day. Yet looking at it now it seemed big, the purple colouring making it look unusual to Joanne and not something used for bringing pleasure to a woman.

Joanne read the lubricant bottle thoroughly, she was delaying it and she knew it. Her clitoris was buzzing like crazy and she could feel her knickers were wet. "Okay let's do it," she said and popped the lid off the lubricant shaking it for the allotted thirty seconds.

Joanne squirted the artificial strawberry scented gel into one hand and tossed the container aside, she lifted up the viberator and began to rub the lube along the purple shaft that motion alone had Joanne moving from side to side on her backside her legs opening and closing rhythmically.

She stood up and pulled down her maternity jogging pants and her knickers, "My God I don't think I needed the lube," she said seeing the damp mess of her gusset. She let out a cry when the doorbell rang she stood still looking at herself in the mirror, her red hair lank and wet around her head and shoulders, jogging pants and knickers around her ankles and in one hand a fully lubricated purple vibrator.

"Please go away," Joanne whispered holding her laugh back as she gazed at her crazy, sex starved self. When the bell rang again, longer this time she let out a frustrated moan, she tossed the vibrator onto the bed and waddled out of the bedroom pulling up her jogging pants as she went.

Joanne expected a door to door salesman or even the Jehovah's witnesses but when she pulled the door open she was met by the beaming smile of Wendy. "Wendy!" Joanne exclaimed in surprise.

"Hello dear, I have not seen you in a while I just wanted to make sure you're okay after all that ugliness at the pub." Wendy said pushing the glasses up her nose.

"Yes thank you, I am fine," The pub seemed like a lifetime ago and life had moved on for her and Alan, he had actually come on pretty strong the night before, it was only when the baby started to kick that he had lost the spark.

"Well that's good to hear, but are we fine?" Wendy asked.

Joanne was unsure how to answer, there had been so much negativity between the households that she had not even thought about any chance of a friendship, Wendy looked hopeful though and Joanne found herself wanting to give themselves a second chance. "I think we are fine." Came her reply.

Wendy beamed a huge smile and pushed the front door further open and in doing so let herself in, "That is marvellous news," she said as she stepped past Joanne.

It was then that Joanne saw the suitcase that Wendy wheeled in behind her, her first horrifying thought was that she was moving in. "What's the suitcase for?" Joanne had to ask.

Wendy walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, "Put the kettle on and I will show you."

"Oh that's, erm, lovely." Joanne said, though lovely was not the word she wanted to use, Wendy had opened the suitcase to a jumble of clothes. She was heading down to the local charity shop she had said to get rid of them then thought that perhaps Joanne could make use of some if not all of it.

The clothes were not Joanne's style, not even her decade it seemed in some cases, but she nodded and said "lovely," or "beautiful," with an added, "that's unique." To stop her sounding like a broken record, Wendy had already put three dresses on the table and it was only a matter of time before more were added.

Joanne poured hot water into two mugs and when she had turned back round she caught Wendy looking at the utility bill, "Tea's ready," Joanne said a little loud making Wendy jump, her glasses almost sliding off her face, she looked up at Joanne and gave an apologetic smile. "Good old utility bills always turn up when you least expect them."

"Oh don't we know it, blood sucking cunts." Wendy said and both women laughed out loud.

Wendy sipped at her tea and Joanne found herself pulling out random bits from the suitcase, she found a long pair of lace gloves that were actually, truly gorgeous and she added them to the pile. The next item was black and Joanne hoped it was a little black dress, but the ruffled short sleeves said no, the white trimming broke her heart even further. When the item of clothing was fully out she realised what she held. "Erm, I don't think the charity shop will take this."

Wendy looked up from her tea and gave a little gasp, "I totally forgot those were in there," she grabbed the French maid outfit and rolled it up into a ball before rummaging around in the suitcase, a nurses uniform came out and then a few odd bits and pieces, a white blouse, a grey cardigan and grey pleated skirt.

'That's an adult Schoolgirl dress up outfit' Joanne's mind shrieked at her, and she looked away embarrassed for Wendy more than herself. "I am so sorry," Wendy exclaimed when Joanne turned back the clothes were crumpled up under one arm. "We went through a phase in the eighties," was the only information Wendy would offer up.

"No, I understand," Joanne offered in support. In the sex shop she had seen plenty of uniforms along with other things she had no idea existed for sex.

"I will take these out of your home I know you are a little prudish about this sort of thing." Wendy began to close the case, not realising what she had said had really caught Joanne by surprise.

And Joanne was a little hurt at being called a prude. Sure she was no wild sex goddess who slept with tons of men or dressed up in slutty little outfits but she had a viberator and that sort of thing a prude does not own. She wanted to say as much but instead said, "I am not that much of a prude, Alan likes police women uniforms." Joanne had only dressed up the once but Wendy did not need to know that.

Wendy smiled and nodded, "It's the handcuffs I think." She slipped the rolled up uniforms into the front pocket of the case and did that zip up next. "Are you sure you will be okay with that bill, it looks awfully big."

Joanne helped Wendy take the suitcase off the table, "Yes certain, it's nothing you should worry about." Her hand went absently to her swollen belly.

Wendy saw that and sighed, "I can give you two hundred pounds that will cover it you would only need to find the odd pence then." Joanne was shaking her head her mouth open to protest, "You can pay us back."

"When? How?" Joanne asked exacerbated.

It was a few days later that Joanne realised that she had been led up the garden path by Wendy, by then it was too late. "You can do a little something for me, well for us." Wendy said quickly. She saw Joanne's shoulders hunch up her back straightening, "It is not sex or touching, its well...seeing the uniforms I remembered how much Keith enjoyed just looking at me..." Wendy looked at Joanne letting her fill in the blanks.

"You want me to dress up for Keith?"

Wendy nodded slowly, "He can look no touching, two hundred pounds." Joanne was shaking her head, her cheeks red. Wendy pulled the handle up on the suitcase, "you know where I am if you change your mind." Wendy turned and walked off wheeling the suitcase behind her as she went.