Matt said, “Yes, when you have guests over, please tell them to either keep their windows up or their radio turned down. The young man that visited you last night was blasting some awful music. It nearly scared my wife to death. She was afraid the ghetto had moved in across the street!“
Deborah blushed at the mention of Mark, but she covered it by getting angry, “Matt, there is no way the music was that loud. I didn’t hear it, and no one else on the street has said a word. What were you doing at the time?”
Matt waved his hands, “Never you mind. I was in my house, not disturbing anyone, unlike your guest. He looked very shady, so I wrote down his license plate number. Which brings me to another concern. This morning during my first walk, I saw a green envelope on your car’s windshield. Did you get some kind of ticket or was it something else? If there is someone coming into the community and leaving strange notes on people’s property, we may need to increase security. That’s why I suggested everyone park their cars inside their garages.”
“You saw it on my windshield?” Deborah asked. “How did you see that from the street? I pulled up right next to the garage door.”
“Well,” Matt said, shuffling his feet slightly, “I, uh, walked up to your car and tried to open the passenger door to make sure you had locked it. You had, by the way, which is good, and that’s when I saw the envelope.”
Deborah was shocked at the man’s level of nosiness, “Matt, let me make this perfectly clear: you are not to come on to our property for any reason. If the house is burning down and I am screaming for help, I will be screaming for help from anyone but you. If I catch you touching my car, my husband’s car, or anything belonging to my son, I will shoot you and tell police you were trying to steal it. Are we clear?”
Matt’s face had gone white in shock. He made several small nods of understanding, causing his chins to jiggle in the aftershocks.
“Glad to hear that, Matt. Now I’m going back into my house, and thank my husband for mowing the lawn. I hope the rest of your Saturday is problem free,” Deborah said. She then walked into the garage, and turned around to look at Matt as she lowered the garage day and used her key fob to lock her car. Once the garage door was down, Deborah stuck out her tongue and both middle fingers at the last spot she had seen Matt. Alex picked that moment to open the door behind her.
“Mom, what are you doing?” Alex asked.
Yeah, Mom, what are you doing? The voice of Deborah’s mother asked in her head.
“Nothing Honey, just closing up the garage. Can you help me put away the groceries?”
Alex said, “Sure, then can I have a snack?”
“You bet, and I will have a snack with you,” Deborah said, closing the door behind her.
After dinner, they decided to make an early evening of it. Alex’s sleepover caught up to him quick, and by eight o’clock, he was in bed. Bob and Deborah turned in soon afterwards. While lying on their bed, Deborah told Bob about her conversation with Ruth at the supermarket.
“So Ruth is once again single?” Bob said, “I am soooo surprised.”
Deborah playfully slapped her husband on the chest, “Be nice, she just doesn’t know what she really wants.”
“Ha!” Bob responded, “Yes she does. She wants someone who will give her a good time and then will disappear until the next time she wants some. That is the way she has always been. I’m not judging her, that’s just the way she is, and always has been.”
Deborah couldn’t argue with Bob’s point, but she had to defend her friend, “When she finds the right person, she will settle down. Right now, she just wants her cake and eat it to. If there is anyone who can do it, it’s Ruth.”
Bob grunted and flipped through the channels on the television. He stopped on a premium channel where a man was going down on a woman in a soft core porn flick.
“Speaking of having your cake,” Bob said as he rolled towards his wife, “I wouldn’t mind getting a taste of your pie.”
Deborah giggled and snuggled up close to Bob, “Didn’t you get enough last night?”
Bob kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her, resting one hand on her ass, “I got enough for last night. But this is an entirely new night, and my need for you refills every day.”
He kissed her lips, sucking on the lower one. He slipped his left hand into the back of her sweatpants and squeezed a cheek. Deborah let out a small sigh, and slid closer to her husband, entwining her legs with his. Passion dripped from every kiss as their hands explored well-traveled territory.
Deborah became the aggressor, rolling Bob on top of her so she could slide her hands under his shirt, forcing it off. Once it created a pile on the floor, she attacked his basketball shorts with her feet. They easily came off, leaving Bob in just his boxer briefs. Deborah rolled again, putting herself on top this time.
“You’re quite the tumbler tonight,” Bob said as Deborah kissed her way down his body and removed his underwear.
“Are you complaining, Mr. Campbell?” Deborah asked. Before Bob could answer, she grabbed his hardened cock and enveloped the head with her lips. She sucked slowly and steadily, drawing more blood into the vital organ.
“Mmmpph, damn Debs, that is amazing,” Bob moaned. She took him deeper in her mouth, continuing to suck on his cock. Deborah didn’t stop until her nose was buried in Bob’s deep black public hair. She felt herself trying to gag, but she relaxed her throat and the feeling passed.
“Oh Debs…you are driving me wild,” Bob whispered. Deborah then moved back up, letting her tongue trace the main vein on the under side of his cock.
“How about a little equal time?” Deborah asked. As Bob nodded like a bobble head, Deborah stripped off her clothes, walked on her knees to Bob’s head, and then straddled him. “Do a good job, and I may have a special treat for you.”
Bob didn’t have to be told twice. He filled his hands with Deborah’s ass and pulled her pussy closer to his mouth. Bob extended his tongue to run it along her outer lips, and then the inner ones. He received a deep sigh for his work, so he moved on. His tongue penetrated Deborah, tasting and enjoying her juices. At the same time Bob explored the soft wetness of his wife with his mouth, his hands caressed her ass, squeezing the fleshy globes. He then moved his hands higher to grasp her breasts. Bob loved the way they slightly overflowed his hands. He used them as leverage and pulled her cunt tighter onto his mouth, driving his tongue inside deeper.
“Yes! Bob! Your tongue is so deep inside!” Deborah yelled. It alarmed Bob, who moved his hand up to cover her mouth. The message was clear, he wanted her to keep it down, because their son was sleeping in a bedroom down the hall. Deborah kissed the hand, and then sucked on his index finger. Bob returned the favor, bending his tongue to flick at her clitoris. Deborah cooed at the contact, and moved her hips to increase the pleasure. Bob doubled his speed and movement, searching for the perfect amount of pressure. When Deborah tightened her thighs around his head, Bob knew he had it. Seconds later, Deborah climaxed, arching her back so far that Bob moved his hands to support her out of fear that she might fall over. Her hips bucked several times as the orgasm jumped through her body.
As the feeling passed, Deborah dismounted from Bob and the bed, standing on shaky legs. She offered Bob her hand, “C’mon, Lover, we’re gonna put on a show.”
Bob jumped up quickly, despite not understanding. He followed Deborah to the bedroom window that faces the street.
Deborah positioned him in front of the window, so if anyone was looking in from outside, they would see him in profile, his cock jutting out in front of him. Bob felt exposed, but not ashamed or afraid. Deborah walked to the light switch and turned it off, dropping the room into the dark. She placed a black scarf over the lamp on her nightstand, and turned it on. The result cloaked the room in shadows, making everything visible but not obvious. Deborah came back to Bob and knelt at his feet.
“I had this idea while talking with that horrid Matt Brown. It seems he likes watching the house, watchin
g us,” she said, “I don’t think he is my secret admirer, but if he is, I want him watching right now. I want him to know that I am yours and he will never have me.”
Deborah took Bob’s cock in her mouth again, sucking it to optimum hardness. She then stood in front of the window, her beautiful breasts facing the street. She put her hands on the walls on each side of the window, spread her legs, and then bent at the waist.
“Fuck me, Bob. Fuck me so everyone knows I’m yours,” she said in a lust filled, but calm, voice.
Bob lined up and drove into Deborah, relishing the tight wetness of her vagina. As he moved in and out of her, Deborah held her head up, looking out the window, looking for signs that someone was watching. She wanted Mark to see her, to see what they were doing. She hoped it shocked him and made him sad that he wasn’t doing the same.
Bob’s strokes became faster, more insistent, as he neared his orgasm. Deborah could feel him building up, and it triggered something in her mind. Thoughts of I am making him orgasm, I am exciting him, filled her consciousness, and it spurred her toward climaxing. When he finally shot into her, Deborah’s orgasm swiftly followed. It was like Bob’s waves of pleasure were crashing over Deborah. When it was over, he staggered back, his cocked flopping out of her. Bob sat on the bed, exhausted.
“You okay, Lover?” Deborah asked as she straightened up and walked into the bathroom.
“Woman, you are going to be the death of me! You are sex on a stick,” Bob gasped. “So, do you think anyone was watching? Do you think Matt was peeping on us?”
Deborah sat on the toilet and said, “Probably not, but it was fun to think so.”
In fact, Matt was not peeping on his neighbors across the street. His wife had him bound and gagged, bent over a padded table. His bare ass gleaming white in the harsh light from the lone light bulb that hung from the room’s ceiling. Matt and Matilda were in their special pleasure room, which was only accessible from their master closet. Matt was being punished for talking to Deborah. Matilda didn’t like her husband to talk to other women, so that meant Matt was going to be on the receiving end of an eight inch dildo. They called it punishment, but both Matt and Matilda knew differently.
There was someone who watched Deborah and Bob’s performance though. Being on ground level, the person couldn’t see everything happened, but could see enough to get the point. When Deborah’s head and chest appeared in silhouette in the window, the message was obvious. Deborah was telling her watcher that she belongs to Bob. The only problem was, the watcher disagreed, and had a plan to change the minds of Deborah and Bob.
Chapter 4
Sunday afternoon, as Bob drove the family home from church, Deborah's cell phone rang. The screen announced it was Ruth, so she hit talk.
"What's going on, Ruth?"
"I am so sore this morning, Debbie!" Ruth said
Deborah turned to look at Alex in the backseat and said, "We are on our way back from church, so watch yourself, would you?"
Ruth laughed, "That place would burn down if I walked in there after what I did last night!
Deborah couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So you're saying the date went well?"
"That is an understatement. The moves this guy has, just wow. Want to know the best part?" Ruth asked.
Deborah said, "Of course."
"He's a younger man! Only about four years, but it counts. Does that make me a Cougar?"
"No, it just makes you too much to handle," Deborah answered, "why don't you come over in about an hour and have lunch? You can tell me all about it."
Ruth said, "Sure, Debbie, but get out the ice packs, because I have a story that will melt your little married mind."
You don't know me as well as you think, Deborah thought. She said out loud, "I look forward to it. See you around 2pm."
Bob glanced at his wife, "So are we having a guest for lunch?"
"We are," Deborah said, "and she is on a tear. She broke up with Brock Friday night and had a big date last night. She says it went well and wants to talk about it."
“Want me to take Alex and make ourselves scarce?" Bob offered.
"It might be a good idea. You know how she sometimes gets," Deborah said.
Ruth arrived thirty minutes late, as was her way, and launched into her story as soon as the door closed behind her. Deborah listened as she plated up the quiches she made for them both.
“So I went to a new bar, at least to me, called The Ball and Biscuit, and ordered a whiskey sour. Five minutes later, he walked in. I knew we needed to fuck right away, and as luck would have it, he had the same idea as soon as he saw me,” Ruth said.
Deborah laughed, “Luck had nothing to do with it. I am sure you were dressed to seduce everything including statues.”
“You know me too well. Anyway, we got to talking, and one hour passed, and then another, and we were still flirting and really enjoying each other’s company. So I asked him if he wanted to go to my place, and he said of course. Twenty minutes later, he had me pinned against my front door, kissing me, stripping me, and then we decided to go inside.”
“Ruth! Did any of your neighbors see?” Deborah asked, shaking her head.
Ruth shrugged, “Don’t know, don’t care. Wouldn’t be the first time they saw me naked. Besides, this guy was taking me to heaven, on the express route. When we got inside, I pulled his clothes off and we raced to my bed. We were in such a hurry that we didn’t even get under the covers.”
“Wait…you made your bed? Wow, I’m impressed.” Deborah joked.
Ruth gave her friend a light push on the shoulder, “You think so little of me. And no, I didn’t make the bed. I have a service that does that for me.”
“You are worse than Alex, and he’s four,” Deborah sighed, “So you had mind blowing sex. Did you kick him out of your place right after, or did you let him sleep in?”
“We slept for a couple of hours, and then both woke up. We started talking, and I thought it was going to be awkward, but it turns out I like his mind almost as much as I like his dick. After about an hour, he said, ‘so do you want me to leave, fuck you again, or fall asleep next to you?’ I answered the last two, so we did. In the morning, we got up, had breakfast, and set another date for Friday before he left.”
Deborah was impressed. Ruth didn’t normally plan that far ahead when it came to men. If this guy got her to agree to something almost a week away, he must be special.
“So what is this guy’s name?” Deborah asked as she took a sip of water.
Ruth smiled, “Mark. Mark Trenton.”
Deborah almost did a spit take. She couldn’t believe the same guy who had teamed up with her husband to give her the best orgasm of her life, had screwed her best friend the next night.
Deborah asked in an almost timid voice, “Mark Trenton? Does he have a beard, and really short hair?”
Ruth nodded, “Yeah! Do you know him?”
Boy do I, from the top of his head to the root of his cock! Deborah thought. Out loud, she said, “If it’s the same one, he works in my office.”
“Well you hired a winner there, Debbie,” Ruth said, leaning back in her chair, “because he has all the right moves. This dick is so--”
“Whoah! I don’t need to know that,” Deborah said, although in truth she knew all about that. “I’m glad you had a good time, but detailed descriptions of Mark’s anatomy might prove to make my workplace a little uncomfortable.”
Ruth laughed, “I don’t know, Debbie, a little bit of fantasizing on the job could brighten your days and your nights. I‘m sure sex with Bob could use some spice.”
Deborah gave her oldest friend a grin, “We have all the spice we need, believe me.”
“Oh that’s right. The Red Envelope. Who knew you too were so kinky?”
Chapter 5
Monday on the drive into work, Deborah kept thinking about the conversation she would invariably have with Mark. She couldn’t decide which part would be more awkward: the tension left ove
r from their sexual encounter or discussing how he had fucked her best friend the night after. Walking into her office, Deborah saw Mark, and their eyes locked. She motioned for him to come to her office.
“So…” Mark said, walking into the office and sitting down opposite Deborah.
“Yeah, I was worried about that. Does it have to be awkward?” Deborah asked, “Can’t we just be adults and admit we had a great time and then move on?”
Mark shook his head, “I can admit I had a great time, but I don’t know if I want to move on. I want more. I need more.”
The statement confused Deborah. What did Mark think was going to happen? That she would leave her husband for him? He knew better than that.
He seemed to read her thoughts, “I don’t expect you to get a divorce or anything, but I’m sure we can work out something. I just need more of you.”
Deborah was impressed by his level of bullshit, “From what I hear, you found a substitute pretty quick.”
“What do you mean?” Mark asked, his shield of confidence slipping slightly.
“I have it from a pretty good source that you hooked up with a woman Saturday night,” Deborah said, “which I’m not mad about, but you are laying on the love-struck bit a little thick right now.”
“I did meet a woman, and I like her, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still want to spend time with you,” Mark said, “I do have to ask though, how did you hear about my Saturday night? Who is your source?”
Deborah just stared at Mark for a minute, trying to decide her next move. Finally she decided to lay all her cards on the table, “Well Mark, I’ve known Ruth since we were both freshmen at University of Indiana. We tell each other everything.”
Stunned, Mark sank in his seat, “What are the odds that I would find your best friend at my favorite bar, right after we got together.”
“I don’t know, but I have a word or two of warning for you,” Deborah said, “When you are dating Ruth, you are playing with fire, and you will get burned. It’s not a question of if, but when. And if you hurt her, she is not the only one you will have to deal with. Do you get my meaning?”
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