Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft resilient flesh of her round, firm breast and his massive erect cock jerking nearly out of control, the full impact of what he was doing blasted into his mind.
Christ! There was no way Kate wouldn't know what he had done! She would find out! She really wasn't all that stupid! Living next to the woman he was fucking instead of his wife was just foolishness!
He pulled himself desperately from Niven, yanking his mouth away from hers and turning his body away from here so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was flushed with his desperate attempt to regain control over himself. He averted his eyes from the lovely blonde woman.
"What's the matter?" she asked coyly. "Don't tell me… let me guess. You're a married man, and you're worried about what your wife might think."
Mark opened his mouth. He was going to say something like that, and he was certain that, now that at least part of the truth was out, she would understand and just let him leave. He started to add that he was her next-door neighbor, but she smiled at him the way she had been smiling all evening… coyly, seductively, teasingly.
"I'd say you don't have much of a wife if you were sitting all alone in a bar after a hard day at the office," she observed. "Besides, I've felt enough of that nice penis of yours to know that there's plenty of you to go around."
"No…" he said, his throat dry and rasping, "I can't. Kate would… I mean…"
"I don't care about your wife, and neither should you. I just want you to fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…"
"NO!" he shouted, a surge of strength rushing through him, enabling him to jump from the couch. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he was aware that his cock was still seeping hot droplets of pre-cum into his pants. He started walking to the door, seeing that he had to get away. There was no way he could make this woman understand everything. Not now! Maybe tomorrow he would be able to talk to her.
He was half-way across the room when he heard the low, throaty voice of Niven calling him.
"Where are you going, Big Fellow?"
He turned around to tell her that he was her neighbor, his last ditch effort to make her see how impossible this whole thing was, but when he saw her, his words froze in his throat.
Niven had quickly shed her clothes, and was presenting him with a totally shameless view of her naked body.
If Mark had thought before that she was lovely, he could see that he had underestimated her. Niven had tossed her shirt to the other side of the room and was standing in the puddle of her jeans with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled at him, her mouth parted and her tiny pink tongue playing a peek-a-boo between her lush, full lips. The moist, petal-like, golden fringed flanges of her cunt were presented lustfully, unabashedly, to his eyes, and the yellow triangle of her cuntal mound glistened with the thick drops of moisture that had seeped out from between her pussy lips. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts quivered with an internal vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her shamelessly slim thighs were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered vaginal opening.
"Now… why are you standing there? I want you to come here and fuck me."
"Niven…" was all he could say. His mind, already slowed with his drinking, refused to form a coherent train of thought, and he could only stare at her. His cock began its maddening pulsations again.
Slowly, deliberately, Niven lowered her hands, her eyes sparkling with her seething passion, and pressed her fingertips to her golden curling pubic mound, slowly inching her hands up along her inner thighs, her fingers glistening as they became coated with the river of moisture that was washing from her cuntal sluice. When her hands reached the pink, hotly throbbing slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger of one hand on either side of the soft, shining lips and spread them apart, revealing the fully hardened bud of her trembling clitoris to the young husband's lust-ridden gaze. With her other forefinger, she traced up her cuntal slit until she made contact with the quivering, blood-hard bud. She tweaked at it, increasing the flow of her cuntal lubrication down her inner thighs, making them sheen as though they had been carefully polished. Then her middle finger went lower until it poised at the lips of her vagina, then slipped easily inside all the way to the palm of her hand. She pulled it out slowly, and re-inserted it, pulled it out… slid it in, finger-fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Her hand moved faster and faster, her finger sliding in and out of her pussy sheath, causing her hips to roll and twist with the shivers of delight she was bringing to herself. Then she began to talk to Mark again, making her voice as seductive and hypnotic as she could.
"My finger is not as nice as your cock, love. I want to feel your cock in my cunt. I can feel my fingers anytime, and I know my hand isn't as nice as your big, hard, hot penis."
Mark had known some pretty forward women, but no one that was that blatant. Her words lashed his mind into a swirling frenzy that made thought impossible. Christ! He didn't know why she was so eager for him, but it was too late to think about that now. He had to have her. His will to remain faithful to his wife vanished. He only knew the wild, burning heat in his pulsing cock and his balls. This seething cunt in front of him… DAMN! He was going to fuck her all right. There had never been any doubt that she wanted it, and now she was going to get it!
As though making this decision took all his worries away, Mark walked to her, his hands outstretched, his fingers ready to feel the soft smoothness of her flesh.
When she saw that he was coming to her, she stopped her finger fucking. Martin had told her that she might have to resort to something drastic like this. Not that she had minded very much. She moved her cum-soaked hand up to him and began unbuttoning his shirt as she strained forward, loving the way his hands were instantly playing with the lust-swollen orbs of her breasts. She slipped her fingers inside his shirt to tangle with the hairs on his chest, then slipped them further down to unzipper his fly, gasping with delight like a child with a new toy as his frenzied cock leapt into view, already turgid with arousal and passion.
"Uuuuuummmmmmm… I can hardly wait…" Niven moaned, her body swaying with ecstasy as she gave herself to Mark's caresses. She knew she had won over him, and she was going to reap the harvest of Martin's carefully laid plan.
Mark couldn't think of anything but the warm succulent body offered to him… literally thrown at him. Having given in to the demands that his cock had been making on him made it possible for him to truly enjoy the total sex she possessed. His boss, his job, and especially his wife… all his worries slid off his shoulders as he sank to the floor, soft with the thickness of the wall to wall carpet, the teasing young blonde neighbor clasped securely in his arms.
He felt himself taking possession of her, and he covered her luscious body with hot, eager kisses, feeling his cock swell and grow as it bobbed between his legs. His hands were searching, probing between the slender columns of her pulsing pussy, caressing the velvety folds with passionate hunger, noting how moist her vagina was, her lubricants seeping out of her tantalizing cuntal orifice.
Her hands reached down and circled the thick circumference of his throbbing cock, pressuring it tightly, sending shudders of raw pleasure searing up and down the length of his back, exciting him beyond belief. SHIT! He could tell right away that this woman would know how to fuck!
There was the hot, soft invitation of her delectable young cunt, pink and fragile, the petal-shaped opening glistening a chiffony rose, surmounted by the reddish tip of her already excitedly rising little clitoris, and framed by the shimmering yellow halo of silky, tightly kinked curls. He couldn't wait much longer. Her finger-fucking had aroused him almost to the point of cumming, and he wanted more than anything to ram his heavy, blood-laden penis home in her tight little cunt. Nothing was going to stop him now.