The Sharing of Carlene

by Laran Mithras

  THE SHARING OF CARLENE

  By

  Laran Mithras

  Other Books by Laran Mithras

  Intrusion of the Heart

  The Knight of Her Heart

  My Two Vampire Lovers

  Eclipse of Her Heart

  The Captain of Her Heart

  The Captain of Her Heart: Assassin's Gambit

  The Captain of Her Heart: Pirate's Passion

  Phone Sex With The Neighbors

  DRAGON, SHIFTED

  Short Stories

  by Laran Mithras

  After her Death (Kindle Only)

  Cover Photo courtesy of StockPhotosForFree.com

  The Sharing of Carlene is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2013 - All Rights Reserved

  Each of us should please our neighbors for their good, to build them up.

  Romans 15:2

  CHAPTER 1

  Carlene looked up at the ceiling.

  What the hell is he doing up there?

  Their son had moved on to college the month before. The one bedroom upstairs had been converted into a guest bedroom.

  The creaks told her he was standing by the window.

  Was her husband sad?

  She had been married to Jim since junior college. They had one child and she elected to have no more.

  Snip.

  Sometimes she regretted it. Most of the time, she didn't.

  She put her book down and wandered upstairs.

  Maybe he needs a hug. Or maybe he found a stash of porn.

  Her light frame did nothing to alert him. He was standing at the dormer window, leaning over.

  What's he looking at?

  Their son Tim had hated lace, so he had hung a black blanket over the dormer. They had removed it when they had refurnished the room.

  “What's out there?” she said.

  Jim stood straight up and gasped. He blinked rapidly. “Oh, uh, nothing, I just...”

  She arched an eyebrow. She was good at it. Moving around him, she looked out through the lace. The backyard was the view, and the high fence. But he had been looking left. She looked, and saw it.

  Their neighbors, Russel and his young girlfriend Alicia, had a very private back-yard, as did most on the block. But theirs was the only house that had no windows near them on a second story, except for this one, and it wasn't facing them.

  Alicia was there, laying out in the sun. Her little bikini hid little. Her cherry-dyed hair was tawdry.

  “You've been looking at her?” What was wrong with me? Did I not please him?

  “No, I uh, well...”

  “Is that what you were doing up here last weekend?”

  He held up his hands. “Alright. You caught me.” His voice took on that honest-tone he used when he hid nothing.

  She looked at him, curious. She knew he loved her. Their bond was happy and comfortable. He stood tall, his eyes glowing down into hers. His short black hair was combed back and his half smile was mischievous and sly.

  Darn you, don't go all cute on me. I'm trying to be mad. “What's got you up here looking at her? Isn't she too young for you? Or am I getting too old?”

  He waved a hand at the window. “Oh, she's fun to watch. And no, you're not too old.”

  She sighed. She knew he was telling the truth as he saw it. “Well, then, what's so special about her? I can run around in a bikini if that's what you want.”

  “Yeah?” His smile was dirty.

  She slapped his arm.

  “You didn't answer me,” she said.

  “Hmm, let's say she's fun to look at but things get really fun when Russel comes out.”

  “Oh?”

  He nodded.

  She reached a hand out and touched him through his shorts. He was half hard. “You're not up here jacking off while you're looking at her, are you?”

  “No. I just watch them.”

  “You better not be.” He was hardening. She unbuttoned and unzipped him.

  “Oh, getting naughty are we?”

  Stop with the sexy or I'll bite off your dick. “Well... we don't want you all teased, do we?”

  He grinned, closing his eyes.

  She pressed herself against him while she slowly moved her hand. “I hope you're not going to tell me you've gone gay or something and you're jacking yourself to Russel?”

  He snorted and had to wipe his nose. “No, it's what they do together that's pretty hot.”

  “And you like watching them?”

  “Free porno.”

  She slapped his arm again with her other hand.

  He chuckled.

  “So what do they do?”

  “After she sunbathes a while, he comes out. She'll strip down when he does. He'll lay there and watch her. Eventually he pulls off his shorts and masturbates while looking at her.”

  “No way.” Their neighbor? He was bald.

  “Way.”

  “No. Way.”

  “You think he wouldn't?”

  “He's bald.”

  “He's our age, why wouldn't he jack to his girlfriend?”

  “That sounds filthy.”

  His dick was fully erect.

  “And he does have some hair on his head.”

  “I'm not into bald men.”

  “Mine is--”

  “It is not.” It better not. I don't know that I can handle a bald husband.

  “She's given him a blowjob the last few times I watched.”

  “No way.”

  “Why is that so hard to believe?”

  She laughed. “I don't know. He really strokes his dick to her?”

  “Mm hmm. He might be out there now.”

  She stepped to the window again. And Russel was indeed out there, laying on the lounge. Alicia was stripping.

  She's so pretty. She has hips and boobs and a pretty face – everything I don't have.

  Jim stood next to her, peeking through.

  She gripped his cock and started stroking again. “So he starts jacking you say, huh?”

  “Yep. Pretty soon now.”

  “I wanna see.” She felt naughty, dirty, and in danger of being caught. Her heart thudded as she stroked her husband's dick. Outside, Russel pulled off his shorts and began fondling himself.

  She gasped. She was looking at another man's dick. “They can't see us?”

  “Not through the lace.” Jim reached a hand down and rubbed the front of her jeans.

  Oh no, that's dangerous. But she felt her hips squirm, her body betraying her.

  She watched Russel stroke his cock to full erection. She was stroking Jim faster.

  “You like that?” he said.

  “What?”

  “You like how his cock looks?”

  “No, of course not.” But her eyes were glued to Russel's hand on his dick.

  “You don't think it looks good?”

  “I like yours.”

  “I know you do, but you're panting looking at him.”

  And she was. It felt so very naughty to be stroking her husband while watching Russel. Their neighbor had a very nice-looking dick. Not as long as her husband's, but very fat with a large head.

  Her husband unbuttoned her jeans.

  Oh no.

  He reached his hand down and slid his fingers over her clit. Shivers ran through her and she gasped louder.

  Below them, Alicia walked over to Russel and knelt down. She gripped his erection and took over.

  Jim moaned. “Her hand looks so nice on his cock.”

  She shivered, watching. Her folds parted easily for her husband's probing fingers.

  “Ooo, you're n
ice and wet.”

  “You're teasing me.”

  “You're not wet looking at his cock?”

  Of course I am. “No, because you're playing with me.”

  “You wouldn't want to be down there stroking him?”

  She groaned before she could stop herself. The wave of orgasm had come close. She felt a little dizzy. “I have your dick, silly. And he's bald.”

  “Do you think his dick feels different because he doesn't have much hair?”

  She gasped, shaking - the dreaded orgasm ready to betray her.

  “There she goes.”

  She forced her eyes open. Alicia was bent over Russel, giving him oral sex, but her hair blocked everything.

  “You've been watching this?” she said. Her breathing was coming faster. Darn his fingers.

  “Yeah, it's been fun.”

  She had to admit, she was having a lot of fun.

  “You want to watch again tomorrow?” he said.

  The orgasm broadsided her, stunned her, crashing into her over and over again. By the time she regained her senses, she was leaning against the dormer wall for support, her body shaking uncontrollably.

  Later that night, they made love. He kissed her and stroked her hair. It was good; it was always good with Jim. But her mind kept wandering to what they had watched together earlier upstairs.

  Was tomorrow suddenly looking sexier?

  CHAPTER 2

  Carlene looked in the mirror. She was not a pretty woman. Her nose was too sharp, her chin was too bony, her lips were almost razor thin. Her blonde hair hung straight and did nothing. Topping off her nerdy looks were thick-framed glasses. The black frames could have taken a step out of time back to the fifties and sixties

  Her blue eyes didn't show very well from between squinted lids.

  At least my teeth are nice. Problem was, no one gave her a chance to smile. People would look at her with a look of horror, as if thinking to themselves, “What's her problem?”

  Then they would look at the rest of her. No boobs at all. No hips, even after birthing Timothy. Stick legs.

  Yucko. Just yucko. Why are all the other women so blessed while I got the shaft? Sometimes she thought maybe God had been making women in the line of females and when it came to her He had run out of clay. Or dirt. Or dust. The angels probably shook their heads as they packaged her up and shipped her anyway.

  At least women with big noses had something worth noticing. A little bit of make-up brought out the eyes and gave the whole face a wonderful appearance. She couldn't do anything with her face.

  Except wear a mask.

  She changed the subject in her mind, from depressing herself to Jim. Had he been different over the last month? She didn't think so. He seemed even more attentive. Had that been because he was afraid she would feel the emptiness of their nest with Timothy gone? Or had that been because he had been watching the neighbors?

  Breakfast was scrambled eggs. Jim cooked.

  He was a stay at home something or other, but on a pension after twenty years working for the Customs Service. He didn't need to work, so he cooked.

  She worked for BRC Construction Corp building hotels across America. She worked in the local office, secretary to the head of the division.

  “Do they do that every day?” she said.

  He knew what she meant. “The girl sunbathes every day. Sometimes nude. He works.”

  “Oh, right. Sheetmetal or something like that?”

  “I believe, yes.”

  She took a bite of eggs and eyed him.

  He twinkled an eye back at her.

  Jerk.

  “And you aren't touching yourself while you watch her alone?”

  “No, and I don't watch her every day. Kinda boring.”

  Uh huh. Sure. “Hmm.”

  “But I try to watch them together.”

  “Weekends.”

  “Yep.” A smile.

  She was torn, knowing he was being truthful, but having a hard time believing he wasn't up there stroking his dick to the pretty young redhead next door.

  She finished her eggs. “Remember first weekend of next month--”

  “Your manager's convention, Yes, I remember.”

  “You could come, you know. You're invited.”

  He grunted, looking disinterested. He hated them.

  “It's Las Vegas.”

  He shook his head. “I was never much into the whole Vegas thing.”

  She smirked. “Great. You get to have fun peeking at the redhead while I get to run around being chased by Eric.”

  “Hmm?” He gave her an odd look.

  Her boss was a handsome man, with silvered duck-back hair. He rubber-stamped her bid approvals and checked her out at every opportunity. But she couldn't take him serious. It was more an annoyance. Who thought she was good-looking? “Oh, he's a joker, I guess. He's always hinting at things and brushing up against me.”

  “Is he now? How come you never told me this?”

  Uh oh. Was he mad? She wasn't keeping secrets from him. “Well, because I don't think he's serious.”

  They settled into the living room – he with the newspaper and she with a magazine.

  But he was holding the paper, not looking at it. “So your boss has been flirting with you?”

  Was she in trouble? “I wouldn't call it that. I think he's just humoring me.”

  Jim was wearing a small smile, looking at her as if he knew her every thought.

  Stop it, darn you.

  “No one thinks I'm pretty--” she said.

  “Don't start this again--”

  “But I'm not and who would want to flirt with me?”

  “I would.”

  She threw a pillow at him. “That's because you're married to me.”

  “You don't give yourself any credit.” He drew his eyebrows down.

  “Shouldn't the show be starting?”

  He laughed.

  “What?” She was confused.

  “Yeah, Alicia gets out there around ten.”

  “Well, it's a quarter after.”

  “Russel doesn't get out there until eleven.”

  She squinted at him. “You don't think you're missing anything?”

  “Not really. She might be playing with herself, but--”

  “She does?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “And you're not jacking your dick--”

  “Nope. I watched a couple times, but, eh.”

  She continued looking at him with suspicion, but she could tell he was telling the truth.

  “You watched that little girl finger her pussy without me?”

  “Oh? I hadn't figured you wanted to watch--”

  “That's not what I meant.”

  “Are you anxious to find out if she is?”

  “What if Russel is already out there?” She didn't want to miss... A thrill ran through her, forbidden, filthy. She didn't want to miss him stroking his dick. That wasn't cheating, was it?

  “He won't be. But I could finger you while she fingers herself.”

  She squirmed in the chair. Why did that sound good? No way could she admit it. “We'll wait then. I don't need to watch you get all hard over the redhead.”

  An evil smile came over his face. “You don't want me stroking my cock while she fingers herself?”

  Ooh how very wicked. A heat flushed through her and was gone. “No.”

  He snapped his paper open. “Just as well, hard to see anything anyway.”

  So he wanted to be closer? The thought bugged her. Was he dismissing it as it sounded or was he hinting? She put on a sexy voice. “So you wouldn't want to be up close, watching her fingers--”

  His cheek twitched as if considering. “No, not really. Like I said, I rather like seeing them together.”

  Huh. Well. “What is it about them together that's more exciting than watching her?”

  “Because they're doing things together. I like seeing the two enjoying each other rather than just ma
sturbating alone.”

  That sounded as deep as the Jim she knew. Layers like an onion, deep and mysterious. He had even talked little about his government job, saying, “Don't ask.”

  “Let's go up,” she said. “They might be out early.”

  “Want some rum for entertainment?” He winked.

  Can he really read my mind? “Sure.”

  She headed up the stairs while he went and got the drinks.

  Was she ignoring something that she would regret later? Was Jim really happy with her? Or was he watching the neighbors because she was so plain? Was he dissatisfied? Maybe she should put a stop to this, set her foot down and lay down the law. But she wanted to see and watch, too. Was she dissatisfied with Jim?

  No way.

  He completed her – made her whole. She couldn't imagine being without him. He had never cheated, never wandered. She would catch his eye scoping on some floozy every once in a while, but his love for her never wavered. Nothing grew stale in their marriage between them.

  She tiptoed over to the window and peeked out.

  Why am I trying to be quiet?

  Alicia was there and so was Russel.

  He's early.

  Both were still dressed and just laying in the sun.

  She grabbed a cushion from the small love seat and set it in the dormer. Sitting on it with her back to the wall, she could almost look straight out.

  “Getting comfy?” Jim said. He set down two glasses filled with ice and dark rum.

  “They're already out there.”

  “They are? That's unusual.” He looked at his watch and shook his head. Then he leaned over and peeked out. “Maybe he's wanting more sun today.”

  “They haven't done anything.”

  “Maybe they won't.”

  She felt disappointed. “That's not fair.”

  “You want me to go tell them to get the show going?”

  She slapped his arm. “You don't think they know you've been watching them?”

  “Never seen them look up here. And being a dormer with a bad angle, I don't think they're worried.”

  The house on the other side of the neighbors was one-story. The house they watched from had no windows on the second floor facing Russel's yard.

  Down below, Alicia began removing her bikini. But instead of giving a little show to Russel, she dove into the pool.