Chapter 4

Alan steps out onto his back patio, drink in hand. His dog is right beside him. “Fuck, Sandy,” he says, patting the dog’s head. “I finally got Judy to drop her guards. Now if only I can get her to leave her girlfriend, I’ll have it made.”

Sandy whines as he takes a seat in the chair. He pats her head again, taking another sip of his drink.

“Maybe here soon I won’t be a bachelor,” he says, looking out across the backyard. “Maybe if it all goes right, I’ll be married with a kid on the way.” He looks down at the dog. “How would you like to have a little one around to play with?”

Again, Sandy whines, this time dropping her head down.

“Well, you’ll get used to it,” he says, looking up, this time his eyes drifting toward the neighbor’s house. “It won’t be like Marian next door—married unhappily and without the kids.”

Taking another sip, something catches his eye. From where he is sitting he has a perfect view into the next door neighbor’s bedroom. Normally the curtains are drawn closed, but tonight they are wide open. As he continues to stare he sees someone on the bed, naked. It isn’t his neighbor Marian, but a man. That man isn’t her husband either. But before Alan can think too much on it, Marian enters the room.

Alan grins and looks down at Sandy still siting by his side. “Well girl, it looks like someone’s getting some action tonight.”

Marian steps to the foot of the bed. It is a large four-poster bed. She leans seductively onto one of the post. Though Alan has no idea what she is saying, he can see her lips moving and so he puts together his own version of the conversation taking place.

“Hey pool boy,” he sees her saying. “Want some company?”

The man winks at her. Brushing her hair back, she begins unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a silky white bra underneath. She shrugs the shirt off of her shoulders and unhooks the bra. Knowing the man in the bed is not her husband, Alan can only figure that her husband hasn’t been paying the attention he should to her. For the moment, Alan is envious of the husband. If he were married to someone like Marian, or Judy, he would treat her like a queen. Marian has a spectacular figure with breasts that fill out largely, topped with large, pale areolas that instantly grab attention. He should know because they have his immediately. Looking down, Marian inspects them and tweaks her nipples before presses her breasts together to form a deep cleavage. She almost seems distracted by them.

“Hey, I want to play too,” the man on the bed says, at least that is what Alan pretends he says.

Smiling down at the guy, Marian brings a leg up onto the footboard and raises her skirt to hip level. Slowly, she rolls down her lacy stocking with its dark black contrasting with her skin. Then she does the same with the other leg. She shimmies out of her skirt, pulls down her panties and then steps around the bed to join the man. Climbing atop him, they kiss. It is clear the man appreciates the warmth and softness of the woman as she presses into him.

The kissing goes on for quite a while. The man keeps it up until she finally breaks it off. “I’m ready,” she says. “Will you give it to me?”

“Of course,” the man answers.

She rolls off and lies on her back. The man rolls over too, pressing himself atop her. Beginning at her lips, he nibbles down her throat to her breasts, gently nipping at her nipples and manhandling her breasts. After a moment’s distraction, the man moves further, kissing his way down her belly to her neatly trimmed mound.

Alan turns to Sandy, his pants beginning to bulge. “How much you want to bet she’s going to orgasm?”

Sandy wags her tail and whines.

“Yeah, from the looks of it, I may need to myself,” he says, looking down at the tent forming in his pants. “Do you think she knows we’re out here?”

Sandy whines again, but Alan’s attention is back on the scene unfolding next door.

Pinning her thighs apart with his arms, the man leans into her and begins running his tongue across her clit and folds. She has a very nice pussy, one that is neat and compact. It is small with almost indiscernible lips framing a nicely flowering set of inner lips. The man works with enthusiasm. She brings her hands up to play with her breasts, closing her eyes in pleasure. There is no talking and no moans, at least none that Alan can discern. There is just the man licking and Marian’s breathing, with an occasional small gasp as her hips begin moving, seeking more and more stimulation.