Chapter 1

It was Friday evening and I had just gotten home from work when it happened. It was a slow day at work and the boss had let us go home early. We had gotten all the orders out and he didn’t want to pay us for just sitting around, so we got to start our weekend off a couple of hours early. That suited me fine – I didn’t have anything major planned for the weekend, but anytime I can be home instead of at work was a plus for me!

I was sitting on the sofa, trying to decide between Chinese takeout or barbeque when all of a sudden I heard a knock on the door. I got up to answer it and was met with an angry woman in a trenchcoat.

“Fuck me!” she demanded. It was my next door neighbor Julie Martin and she was pissed to high heaven. She stood there with one hand on each side of the doorway and I could tell there was something very wrong going on.

“Come again?” I said, taken aback at her odd hello.

She pushed me into the middle of the room so hard that I nearly fell from the impact and she stepped into my living room and shut the door hard.

“I said I want you to fuck me!” and this time she emphasized her words by throwing open her trenchcoat to reveal she was wearing only her favorite bra/panty/garter belt set with fishnet hose and her leopard-print high heels. She looked amazing, but then Julie always looked amazing even in her regular clothes.

“Hold on Julie, honey. Sit down and tell me what this is all about,” I said. She plopped down on the sofa and I sat down next to her.

“That bastard knew this was our anniversary ... I have been asking him all week where he was going to take me today and he would dodge the question one way or another. I just thought he was trying to surprise me. Well, he surprised me all right – he left this morning to go out fishing at the lake with the boys! He said he would be gone until late Sunday probably, since he doesn’t have to work Monday. Some anniversary, leaving me home alone! I’m so pissed at him – our fifth anniversary and he pulls this shit!” she said, still fuming.

“Damn hon, that isn’t right,” I said, trying to be sympathetic.

“It sure as fuck isn’t right! I went out and bought this lingerie outfit especially for him tonight, but I guess someone else is going to get to enjoy it now! So, Mark, are you going to fuck me, or do I have to take my ‘business’ elsewhere?” she said, standing up with her hands on her hips.

Now Julie and Chris were my neighbors and we had been friendly towards each other for a couple of years now. Not wife-sharing friendly, just waving hi and “Can I borrow a cup of sugar” friendly. And I’ll admit, I have eyed Julie with less than honorable intent on occasion – I’d have to be gay not to admire her. But until now I have been able to keep my lust in check.

Until now.

I stood up and took Julie in my arms, looking into her face. I saw two things right off – hurt and need. Julie had been hurt by her husband’s blatant disregard for the occasion and her attempt to celebrate it with him. She had gotten herself dolled up to entice and please him, and he had ignored her.

I also saw the need she had. She was feeling like she wasn’t attractive enough and that he would rather go out fishing with his friends than spend time with her. She needed affirmation that she was still desirable and still had “it”. Well, she certainly did have “it”, and if she wanted to give “it” up, I would take as much of “it” as she would be willing to part with!

I put my finger under her chin and gently raised her face to mine. “Are you sure you want this Julie? It will change our friendship forever ... I will be more than just your next door neighbor – I will be your lover,” I said.

She looked up at me her eyes darting back and forth for a moment. “Yes, Mark, I want this. I need this. I need to know I’m still...” she couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence, but I knew what she meant.

I leaned in to kiss her and at first, her kiss was soft and timid, like she was still trying to convince herself this was all right. But then she must have made up her mind because she moaned into my mouth and gave herself over to the feeling of my mouth on hers.

Our kiss became deeper and more passionate, she was really kissing me and I was giving as good as I got. Her arms went around my neck and her hands held the back on my head. Mine went around her slim waist, grabbing her asscheeks and giving them a little squeeze as I pulled her hips up to mine. The idea that this beautiful woman had come over with the intent of fucking me had gotten my cock’s attention, and I wanted to show her that he was in complete agreement!

I heard a loud gasp and moan as our hips came together and I knew the message was received and that we were both on the same page here. I held her tight and kissed her hard and deep – just in case this was a one-time deal, I wanted her to remember this kiss and who gave it to her!

“Oh my, Mark!” she gasped when we finally came up for air. “I didn’t realize you were such a good kisser!”

“It’s all in the context, hon ... it helps to have a beautiful partner!” I said. Julie smiled up at me gratefully.

I took Julie’s small hand in my own and walked down the hall toward the bedroom with her beside me, her head on my shoulder.

Just as we got to the bedroom door, she stopped me. “Wait a minute, Mark, please,” she said. I thought for a second that she’d had a change of heart and was not going to go through with it. I would understand if she didn’t, of course, but I did have a steel-hard cock I would have to deal with!

“There’s something I want to tell you about me before we go in there. You see, I’m a bit of a freak in the bed. I mean I don’t do the ‘make love’ kind of thing. I know I look like the type that men want to cuddle and hold and make mad, passionate love to. But I’m not. I don’t make love, I fuck. Hard and fast and deep. I like my sex hot and sweaty and wild. I am a messy girl – I like giving sloppy, messy blowjobs and I like messy sex. If the room isn’t a wreck, then I haven’t had a good time! Also, I like to fuck until I can’t fuck anymore. I am a marathon fuck – if I can walk away from a fuck, there’s more fucking to do. Think you can handle a girl like that, baby?”

I turned the doorknob and swung the door open. “Welcome to the jungle, Jane.”

Julie stepped into the room and took a look around. That was the break I was looking for. I grabbed her and spun her around pushing her face-first up against the wall. She had just enough time to throw her hands up and cushion the impact before she hit the wall. I took advantage of that as well grabbing her hands and bringing them around behind her and pinning them with one hand in the small of her back. My other hand moved up and grabbed her hair pulling her head back.

“Now my cheating little slut, you came here to get fucked, and fucked you shall be. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk out of this room. By the time you leave here, you will have lost count of the number of orgasms you have had. You say like it rough, do you? Well, rough is just the way I like it too. You will be sore when you leave this house, I promise you.” I growled in her ear.

“Ohhh, God...” she moaned and I felt a shudder run through her body. My words were turning her on!

I let go of her wrists but kept hold of her hair as I half-dragged her across the room forcing her to bend over the side of the bed with her legs hanging over the edge.

I gave her a hard swat on her upturned ass. “Now spread those fucking ass cheeks, slut, I want to see pink!”

Julie squealed when I smacked her ass – I don’t think she quite expected that – but she quickly reached back and pulled her asscheeks far apart. I knelt behind her and peered into that heavenly hole, dripping with sweet woman-honey. The fragrance that came from inside made my mouth water.

“You have a very nice pussy, slut ... I wonder if it tastes as good as it smells!” I said.

Before she could answer, I plunged my face between those spread asscheeks, and my tongue thrust into her open hole wanting to get right to work. And it did just that, squirming and wriggling around as if it knew just where to look for her pearls of sweetness.

“Ohhh fuuck!” she squealed again, this time in pleasure as my tongue ignited her pussy. As I devoured her pussy, she writhed and squirmed, moaning and gasping. My tongue searched her pussy walls very thoroughly, looking for any trace of her delicious pussy juice and Julie wasn’t shy about sharing her abundance. I licked and lapped at her fountain like she was the wellspring of life itself. From time to time I would give her a chance to refill her supply of pussy juice by moving my tongue up a little bit and licking her perineum which she loved. But when I moved a little higher and rimmed her she really went wild!

“Ohhh fuck, Mark! Oh my God, you’re licking my asshole! Oh God, it feels incredible! Yes, baby, yes, lick my slutty ass! Ohhh shit!” she cried as my tongue worked over her crinkled star.

Julie raised her ass up and spread her legs wider for me as I teased her little asshole with my tongue. My hand didn’t let her pussy cool down any either – I shoved two fingers into that dripping hole and fingerfucked her rapidly as I continued to eat her ass.

Julie was in seventh heaven, lying there getting both holes serviced. Part of me wished I had something for that third hole too, but the other part of me was loving the moans and cries and whimpers she was giving me back.