The Neighbor [The Complete Collection] (14 page)

Luke got up on his knees and pressed his finger into her anus where his tongue had just been. He pushed it in and out of her. His hands were large and his fingers were thick and manly. He was undoing his shirt and she saw it fall to the ground by the side of the bed. It was followed by his pants and socks and underwear.

—Ok, he said. Are you ready for this?

She said nothing and just stayed in her position, remaining perfectly still. She felt a sudden, loud slap on her ass.

—I said, are you ready?

—I’m ready, she said quietly. Take me, Luke. I’m yours.

He patted his giant cock against her ass as if testing her and then pressed the tip of it against her poor, tight little anus. All the fingering had loosened it somewhat but it would still be a very tight squeeze. She wasn’t sure if was even possible to get a cock that size into her bum.

She felt him push harder and harder until finally the tip of the penis breached the tight ring and began to slide deep within her anus. She cried out.

Luke ignored her. Very slowly he began to move back and forth, allowing his solid cock to slide in and then out, in and out.

—Take me, Janey cried out. I’m yours.

This encouragement seemed to be all that Luke needed. He thrust forward into her more forcefully. He pulled out slowly, and then thrust forward again, even more forcefully. She imagined him like a steam engine, thrusting powerfully before pulling back slowly, over and over as if pulling a train on a long journey.

Janey wondered what Ben was doing to Suzy right at that moment. She wondered if Suzy felt as thrilled and excited to be with Ben as she did to be with Luke. She couldn’t imagine that she did. She tried to picture exactly what Ben and Suzy would be doing at precisely that moment but she found it impossible to concentrate on anything.

Her entire body was being forced forward by this point. Luke was thrusting so forcefully into her tiny asshole that she couldn’t even understand how it was working. Her anus began to feel hot and wet, like a second vagina, and she almost couldn’t imagine being fucked anywhere else. She pushed back against him as he thrust forward so that she could feel the full force of each impact. She didn’t know if there was a g-spot in her bum but she felt there could be. And Luke was definitely hitting it!

She cried out. Luke kept squeezing that hard, fleshy cock into her asshole, again and again until she didn’t think she could stand it much longer. She cried out again.

When Janey felt the first powerful squirt of Luke’s orgasm in her ass, she almost fainted. She cried out as squirt after squirt of fiery hot semen poured into her anus. Luke’s cock made no sign of slowing down as he came, and if anything he thrust deeper and harder than he had at any time up till then. She screamed and as his white jizz filled up her asshole and began to drip out onto her butt cheeks and down her thighs, she felt the beginnings of a type of orgasm she had never, ever had before. It was as if her vaginal nerves had all been relocated to her asshole. The orgasm was occurring back there, in her bum, and it felt different and naughtier than any she had ever felt in her pussy. It send out pulses of complete and perfect pleasure that shot through her body like alarms. It was as if her body was trying to warn her that she was overloading her sensations. The waves continued to tear through her long after Luke collapsed on the bed and even though she’d collapsed beside him, the orgasms continued, shooting through her like some sort of biological red alert.

Lying there on the bed, struggling to remain conscious and alert of what was going on, she hardly even noticed that Luke was kissing her passionately on the mouth. He thrust his tongue insider her mouth and was licking at her like a dog, kissing her so affectionately that she thought the poor man might actually have fallen in love with her.

—If I’d known anal sex could feel so good, she said, I’d have tried a lot more of it.

—Don’t worry, he said. If you think that was good, you should just wait to see what I can do to your cunt.

—You’re kidding me. I’ll die if you fuck me again, Luke. I’ll just die.

—No, no, Luke said with a laugh. Not tonight. Another night.

—So we’ll be seeing each other again?

—Oh, Luke said, and for a moment Janey wondered if he’d become shy. If you want to, he said.

There was nothing on this earth Janey wanted more! All she could think about was meeting up with Luke again. Being with him was like being in sexual heaven. He seemed to be able to do what no other man could. He was like a sex god. Everything he touched turned into wave after wave of soul-shaking multiple orgasm.

She reached out and took a hold of his face gently in her hands and leaned into him. The kiss was as long and passionate as any kiss she had ever had in her life.

—Thank you, she whispered into his ear.

—No, he said. Thank you, my little darling.

VII

T
HE DRIVE HOME FROM THE
hotel the next morning with Ben was quiet. It seemed neither of them had a thing left to say to each other. Janey looked at him and couldn’t help judging him. He looked old and tired and hung over. He was nothing like Luke. He didn’t even have the chivalrous air of wealth and sophistication that Henry and his friend had. He was just a guy from Troy who’d landed a big client and who wanted to become a swinger. Nothing about him that morning impressed her, not the slightly gray sticks of stubble that were poking out of his chin like stalks of corn, not the wrinkled shirt with its red wine stain down the front, not the way he looked at her angrily.

—Don’t even think about blaming me for what happened last night, she said at last.

She just couldn’t stand his anger for one more minute. She had done nothing wrong. She’d followed him to that hotel fully expecting to spend the night with her husband. He was the one who’d arranged the swinging. He was the one who couldn’t keep it in his pants. He’d been so desperate to fuck his secretary that he’d traded the rights to her pussy to Luke like she was a possession of his.

He disgusted her. The fact that she’d actually enjoyed her night with Luke made no difference. Who did he think he was, trading her around like a piece of meat? If he wanted to cheat, that was one thing, but telling other men that they had a right to her cunt was quite another. There was probably a law against it.

—Just shut up, Ben said.

He was so angry he could hardly contain himself. Janey felt she had better not do anything to provoke him. The best approach now would be simply to remain quiet. Hopefully he’d get over this. He wasn’t expected in the office today but that didn’t mean he’d spend the entire day at home. She thought maybe if she was quiet and stayed out of his way, he’d go out and leave her alone.

As the car crossed the Hudson, Janey looked at the light of the morning sun reflected in the water. Ben was driving aggressively. He was at least twenty over the speed limit. She prayed they didn’t get pulled over. That was the last thing she needed. It would probably push him over the edge. She turned on the radio but Ben shut it back off.

—You’re a slut, he said at last.

—How can you call me that? Janey said. That was all your doing. You arranged it.

—Shut up, Ben said and there was a cruel edge in his voice. Shut up, slut. I know you enjoyed it. I can see it on your face. Do you know what Luke did when I saw him in the hall? He winked at me, Janey. Can you believe him? I’ll kill the bastard.

—Ben, you’re a swinger. You let him sleep with your wife. What did you expect him to do? Shake your hand?

—It’s the way he did, Janey. He was so pleased with himself. I could tell you had a good time. You did didn’t you? Admit it.

Janey didn’t know what she was supposed to admit. She’d been brought to the hotel by Ben. He’d given Luke the room key. How could he be jealous of her now?

—What about you? she said. You were with Suzy all night long. And I know that wasn’t the first night. You’ve been cheating on me, Ben. You cheated on me, and then to make it all ok, you offered me to Luke. You’re the one who’s in the wrong here.

—Don’t try to twist this against me, you bitch. I’ve seen the way you’ve been acting lately. You’ve been buying lingerie, signing up to expensive gyms, something’s gotten into you. You’re a slut and you know it.

Janey thought about her own behavior over the last couple of months. She wasn’t excusing Ben, what he’d done was completely wrong, unforgivable even, but there was some truth to what he was saying. The day she’d found out about his affair with Suzy, that night when he’d called her by Suzy’s name in bed, something deep within her had changed. She’d become a new person, a person she never knew she could be, a person she’d never have chosen to be. It had started with the neighbor. She’d been masturbating in front of him, showing him everything her little cunt and asshole had to offer. Then she’d gone over, let him watch her at close quarters, swum naked in his pool, even fucked his friend, Malcolm French. She hadn’t been herself at all. She’d been fooling around, trying to get herself into compromising situations, maybe even trying to get caught.

Why had she been acting the way she had? What had she been trying to achieve? Was it a cry for help? Or was she just, deep down, a slut at heart? She didn’t know. She wanted to believe that her behavior had been a response to Ben and his affair, that she’d been trying to cope with his infidelity, trying to get even with him if that was possible. Maybe even trying to get caught so that she could somehow bring the situation to a head. But there was a tiny part of her, the part that remembered those stunning orgasms she’d had in front of Henry, or with Malcolm and Luke.

Was she really just a slut, hoping to get fucked by whoever she could? Was Ben’s affair just the excuse she needed to finally begin exploring her own sexuality? She didn’t know the answer to that question.

—You’re right, she said to Ben.

She didn’t know what exactly she was saying, but she knew she needed to have it out with Ben. She couldn’t live with a man who was cheating on her. She couldn’t go on and let the entire affair go unsaid. She had to bring things to some form of climax.

—I’m a slut. I fucked Luke and I liked it. I loved every second of it. He has a monster cock and he gave me the monster orgasm of my young life. He fucked my ass all night long. And you let him. You let him do it. Hell, you told him to do it. You arranged it, you weak, impotent, disgusting bastard.

Ben jammed on the brakes. The car skidded to a halt on the highway shoulder. The traffic behind them blasted horns as it roared by.

—Go ahead, you stupid, petty, man. Get us killed. You had to fuck your secretary, and then you let the most amazing, handsome, muscular firefighter you’d ever seen fuck your wife in the ass, all night long.

Janey didn’t know what she was doing. This was going to kill her marriage. This was going to end everything. Was this the revenge she’d been hoping for? Was this the reason she’d become such a slut? Just so that she could throw it back in Ben’s face?

And then she felt it. The hard, cold slap across her face stunned her. She looked at Ben and would not have recognized him if she didn’t already know it was him. He looked like a monster. His face was distorted in rage. His first punch landed on her shoulder. She had her arms in front of her and was trying to block him. The next fist struck her in the face, just below the right eye. She didn’t feel the third, or the fourth. She’d lost consciousness.

I

W
HEN JANEY WOKE UP SHE
was lying on a bed. The sheets were crisp and starched. There was a window across the room with lime green curtains on it. Next to the window, raised up in the corner close to the ceiling, was a small television. There was an empty armchair next to the bed. Fresh flowers sat in a vase on a bedside table. The door to the room was open and beyond it was a corridor. She could hear talking outside and the steady beeping of a machine. She was in a hospital room.

Quickly she checked herself for signs of injury. Other than a mild headache she seemed to be fine.

What had happened to her? How had she gotten here?

—Nurse, she called out.

She heard footsteps in the corridor and then a nurse entered the room.

—What happened to me? Janey said.

The nurse was a middle-aged, black woman with a kind face and large, strong arms.

—Oh, don’t you worry yourself, dear. You just had an accident is all.

—What sort of accident?

The nurse looked at her for a moment before answering.

—We were hoping you’d be able to tell us that.

Janey sighed. Her face felt sore. She touched it and realized there was some swelling around her right eye.

—Am I ok?

—You’re fine, dear. Just a concussion. We’d like to keep you here a few hours for monitoring but it seems, other than some light bruising, you’re right as rain.

—How did I get here?

—Your neighbor brought you in.

—My neighbor? Are you sure?

—I’m quite sure. Now you should get some rest. The doctor’s going to want to talk to you soon.

The nurse straightened out Janey’s sheets for her, and then made to leave.