"Just Being Neighborly" (closed)

[LoriDean12345]

"Just Being Neighborly"

(closed to MissyDemeanors and me)

Lana Roberts
24 years old
36D-26-36
5'8", 121 pounds
Bottle blond; hazel eyes
Full body pic, Portrait. (Sexy pics to come when appropriate for time line.)



"Are you ready?"

Lana looked herself over in the full length mirror. She called back to her husband, "You tell me, Trevor."

She turned and presented herself to him. He gave her a quick glance, saying, "You look fine."

Her hopeful expression collapsed. "What do you mean fine?"

"You look fine," he said, not realizing that he was crushing her. "What's the big deal. It's just barbeque. And afterward, the guys are going to play poker while you women do, well, whatever you women do."

By the time Trevor finished, Lana was already back inside her walk-in closet, looking for something different. When he realized what she was doing, he asked with agitation, "What're you doing? I said you looked good."

"No!" she hollered from deep inside the closet. "You said I looked fine! In case you haven't figure that out after four years, that's the same thing as saying Don't you have something else?"

He simultaneously tried apologizing and hurrying her with gentle prodding. Lana ignored him. She just didn't understand how he couldn't understand after all this time. Of course, there were some things about their relationship, marriage, and interactions that Lana didn't understand either.

They had met at a Frat party their junior year at State University. They were dating within a month. They were talking about marriage two months after that. And before they'd reached the one year anniversary of their first date, they were married.

Lana had been raised by her grand parents. Publically, they had both conservative, bible thumpers. Privately, her grandfather had been a closet drinker and her mother had been sleeping with a man from the Elks Lodge for more than a decade. But, of course, Lana hadn't learned all of that until she was already out of the house and living in a Sorority.

Trevor had actually been the first boy she dated without at least one more couple present. He didn't touch her breasts until after he'd put a ring on her. He hadn't put inside her panties until their wedding plans were finalized. And he didn't get his dick wet in her until their wedding night.

He'd expressed his great joy and pleasure of finally making love to her with moans and groans that made Lana so relieved that she almost forgot how much having him inside her had hurt that first time. And for the first several months, their sex life had only gotten better. He took her three, four, sometimes five nights a week. He'd driven her to her first orgasm with his face between her thighs. She'd tried to reciprocate by taking his cock into her mouth. But it had been very awkward and humiliating. The latter had been because she simply wasn't any good at it, not because she thought it was dirty or unnatural.

By the time they reached their six month anniversary, they were down to basic intercourse once, maybe twice a week. By the end of their first year married, it was most but not all weekends. And now, after almost three years of marriage, they were doing it maybe once a month.

The problem for Lana wasn't necessarily that she wanted more sexual interaction and the satisfaction that came with it. She did, of course. But that was the secondary issue. The primary issue was that from the time that she began bleeding, her grandmother had raised her with the understanding that a wife's duties included fulfilling her husband's natural and necessary needs for sexual release. So, if Lana wasn't doing that for Trevor, she was failing in her duties.

And, of course, there was always the fear that if she wasn't fulfilling her husband's needs, some other woman might be. Lana had no reason to believe that Trevor was cheating on her. But that could change with his ogling a cute little ass or full bosom of a woman who, in return, looked him over and flashed him a welcoming smile. Lana knew how some of these women were. They'd open their thighs for any man who would buy them dinner or take them away for a weekend of sun and fun.

Lana emerged from the closet after several minutes. "How's this?"

Trevor's brain was sitting straight this time. He looked her up and down with a hungry ogle, smiled devilishly, and said, "Wow. Do we actually have to go? You know, maybe we could just, you know, take all that off again and--"

She waved him off dismissively and headed for her dresser and purse. "Oh stop it. You're not fooling anyone. Let's go."



Ten minutes they were standing on the stoop of the neighbor's home as the couple opened the door to invite them in.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Melinda Applegate

5'9 130
Red hair, brown/green eyes


http://40.media.tumblr.com/6da1d945245fa12b43df2e903a018e4d/tumblr_nr6zeopUfR1tmp1sao1_500.jpg

(Body pics and such to come later)

"So what do you think baby" Mel asked her husband touching her faux pearl necklace.

Justin, Melinda's husband, buttoned his pants and responded "8 out of 10. Not as good as next week's but better than last."

He laughed when she went to swat him with a pillow. "My necklace not the blow job smart ass."

Justin was glowing after his wife had sucked him off. She was so good at it and had such a low gag reflex her makeup hadn't even gotten smudged. He held his wife's face and kissed her "God I love you."

She rolled her eyes playfully and stuck out her tongue "I know, now tell me what you think of my necklace."

Her husband put his hand to his chin and made a show of examining his wife. Her tank top was beige against her fair skin, tight jeans and white stilettos topped off with faux white pearls. Add to it her tattoos and she was everything he loved "wild, classy, and beautiful, just like I like it."

She giggled and got up to wrap her arms around his neck covering him in kisses "oops!" She said grabbing a tissue for him to wipe off the red lipstick. At 28 Mel and Justin had been married nearly a decade.

The thing that kept them youthful and in love was sex, lots of sex. For a little while it had almost destroyed them. Mel was a nympho, she couldn't get enough and a man can only go so many times.

Add her sex drive and Justin traveling for his work all the time his trust in her had been shaky. Their solution, after months of counseling, was for Mel to travel with him.

They had tracked across the US together and while they explored new neighborhoods and towns they'd stepped up their sexual game. They couldn't keep their hands off of eachother. When he was spent he let his wife roam.

The one condition being, it had to be a woman. Thus far Justin had been shocked how many woman were eager to not just be with his wife but him as well. Mel hadn't been surprised at all. She knew what was out there and loved it. She loved Justin even more for her accepting her for it.

"So why the pearls" Justin asked after he'd straightened up.

"This town is crazy small. It's like redneck stepfford wives club. You should have seen the looks my tats got yesterday at that picnic we went to." They'd only been in town a few weeks and they'd be leaving in 6 months or so but Mel felt like she was failing. Mel sighed putting on lipstick. "I gotta add some class or I'm never going to have any fun."

"Hey, hey, hey." Justin pulled his fretting wife away from her mirror "You'll find someone, you're too wonderful not to. Even if it's not a play thing you can't go a single day with out someone falling over themselves to be your friend." He kissed her cheek and she smiled. "I love you, let's get in there before the sausage fest gets out of control." He said nudging her to the door.

They had up and left their guests for their quickie. Justin had accepted that some times social engagements became a bit stressful for his wife and she'd insist that her wifely duties needed to be met and hed rush off for her to tend to him. It was a hard life but he managed.

There were 4 men drinking beer around the grill talking. 2 were single. The other 2 were married but their wives weren't there. 1 of those 2 had marriage problems and the other had brought his wife but she had fled in fear. Mel was not bashful but she let the woman leave, she was a judgey bitch any ways.

The conversation got loud and crude and the men got use to Mel like she was one of the guys. It always happened that way. They didn't even mind that the couple couldn't keep their hands off each other.

The conversation was interrupted by a door knock. Mel got excited whispering to Justin "she's here!!" Justin just smiled as they got to the front door. Opening it Justin smiled at the young thing before him. She didn't stand a chance next to Mel.

"Hi!! My names Melinda, call me Mel, everyone else does." Mel gave Trevor a huge hug then turned to Lana give her a huge hug as well and kissed her on the cheek. Grabbing her hand she dragged Lana inside waving her hand at her husband "That's Justin." She didn't stop for them to say hello.

After she'd dragged Lana to the kitchen Mel hopped up and sat on the counter "Thank God you're hear I was so sick of the guy talk. All the woman bailed talk about shitty wives am I right?" Mel flashed her pearly whites and watched Lana's body language. Studying her prey.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Hi!! My names Melinda, call me Mel, everyone else does."

The woman's sudden familiarity shocked Lana. Arriving like this at dinner parties, her friends, male and female, would sometimes shake or simply take her hand in a friendly way. Others would lay a hand on her arm and kiss her cheek. A few embraced in a friendly hug. But this woman's embrace was almost sexual.

"That's Justin."

And suddenly, Mel was dragging Lana off to the kitchen. Lana was thrown off balance by the woman. She was so lively and energetic and forward. Lana hadn't had many people like her in her life.

"Thank God you're here I was so sick of the guy talk."

As Mel went on to talk about the guys out on the patio, Lana studied her neighbor. She was so unlike anyone Lana knew. First, Mel had tattoos all up and down her arms. And based upon the bit of her waist and hips exposed by her tank top, Lana presumed the tattoos extended to more personal places as well.

Lana had no tattoos obviously. That just wasn't her. At least, in reality. Lana had always wanted to get a tattoo. She didn't have any particular one in mind. It was more that she knew good girls didn't do that. Every tattooed girl she'd known in high school was a slut. Or, at least, sluttier than she'd been. Which meant just about ever girl.

So, did that mean Mel was slutty? As Mel continued talking about the men outside, Lana smiled with a guilty thought. All those tattoos. She's gotta be REALLY slutty. Lana blushed a bit, thinking That's just mean. She didn't know anything about Mel. She was married, so that meant that if she was slutty, it was only with her husband. Right? It wasn't like she would be slutty outside the bounds of marriage. Lana couldn't even imagine someone being that slutty.

Suddenly she realized that Mel was staring at her with an expectant expression. Oh crap! She asked you a question! What did she ask? Then, her subconscious self caught up with her conscious one.

"Book editor," she answered. "I edit books. From home. I can do it from home. Online. On my computer. Laptop. At home."

Lana blushed again, chuckling nervously. She was babbling. But why? She didn't know the reason now, but before the evening was up, Lana would.



The next two hours were simply unbelievable for Lana. Mel rarely left her side, and when she did it was often to go to her husband for one thing or another. And every time Mel did, there was a PDA involved. Lana smiled, giggled, blushed, and even looked away at various times. She couldn't believe how openly intimate Mel was with her husband with all these people about.

Lana couldn't imagine being that forward with Trevor in public. Let alone being so hands on around neighbors she either already knew or would most likely come to know soon enough. At one point during the barbeque, Lana went up to her husband, slipped her arm around his back, and tried to slide her hand down to pat his butt. She couldn't do it. She felt as if everyone was watching her. As if everyone was thinking Where are your tattoos, slut?



Trevor came into the kitchen to get a beer, telling Lana, "Me 'n the guys are going to the man cave to play poker." He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "You can get home on your own, can't ya? It's only a block."

He didn't wait for an answer but instead hurried off behind a couple of the other guys down the hallway. Lana only smiled to Mel and chuckled, a bit embarrassed. "Good thing I'm not afraid of the dark, huh?"

They headed out back to the now empty patio with a couple of beers. By this point, Lana had finally figured out why she'd been so nervous around Mel all evening.

"How do you do it?" she asked quietly, as if someone was listening in. When Mel asked for clarification, Lana explained, "How do you. You know."

She drew a deep breath, trying to find the words. She didn't know this woman enough to be asking such personal questions. She leaned in closer, this time definitely whispering. "You're so free with your--" Are you really going to ask this? Lana ventured, "Mel. You're so alive. And what I mean by that is. Well, with your husband. I wish I could be like that, but. Well."

She dropped her gaze to her bottle and finished, "Well, we just aren't like that."

(Sending you a PM.)