Neighbours with Benefits

This is Part 4 of a 6 part story.

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Chapter 4

It was nearly a week later. Pete lay next to Claire on her huge bed. What a week it had been Pete thought. Claire was more than enough for him in the sack, but she was always encouraging him to be more adventurous. Claire had just told him, "Look lover we have two other women on strings like fucking Thunderbirds puppets. We have the gorgeous Megan who will do anything we tell her so that you don`t tell her gangster husband. On the other side we have the experienced, submissive Pamela who his keeping an affair secret from her dominant partners wife. This is a situation made in heaven. The big bonus is they all live no more than 50 yards from your fucking bedroom!"

Pete let his mind wander. They had just made love for the second time, so he was due a bit of a break. He was feeling happier than he could remember. Claire scared him a little bit as he wasn`t sure just how far she would go, but there was no doubting that she was the best girlfriend he had ever had, and he would do literally anything to keep hold of her.

Since they had used Megan in the back of the shop there had been no convenient time for further playtimes as Pete had begun a short block of physiotherapy sessions as his boot was off and he could actually walk, limp, in trainers. Claire had been on the day shift which was a twelve hour shift and in general she was exhausted afterwards as it was the most intense shift where nearly all the work got done. Now he was more mobile it was possible to meet in The Builders Arms for a pint when she finished. This invariably led to them parking in a lay-by or picnic area so the Claire could give him a blowjob before dropping him off at home.

Pete had seen Pamela and Megan on a few occasions in The Close. Pamela had waved madly with a beaming smile and seemed not even the slightest worried. Megan on the other hand had turned pale when they met outside her house on one of the training walks for his ankle. Pete was at heart a good guy, whispering as they passed, "Don`t worry. Ray will never find out from me!" This brought a fleeting smile to her lips, but her dark rimmed eyes stayed suspicious.

"So what shall we do about it Pete?" Claire`s voice had a bit of an edge about it and Pete guessed she had been talking for a while.

"About what?"

"Pamela and Megan dummy! I have three days off now. Friday night. Saturday. Sunday. Monday. We can make the most of the situation."

Pete was definitely new to the blackmail/ sex games life and was really unsure of how he should answer that. It was already Friday evening, and it was getting dark outside. His watch said eight thirty. Thinking quickly he gave her a brief plan that he hoped covered all his and her bases." Tonight I would like to take you on a proper date since I can now walk almost normally. I suggest a few pints in the town, dinner at Ming Wong's, a quick boogie at La Paz on the high street and back here for some energetic rumpy pumpy!"

Claire was laughing and nodding which he took as a good sign, "Go on!" she said.

"Tomorrow we wake up and have breakfast sex. Then a shower. Then off to Bristo`s Café for a proper breakfast."

"And after?" Claire prompted

Pete knew what she wanted to hear, and he had been giving it some thought all week. „I thought we could pop round to Pamela`s and raid her drinks cupboard for a couple of hours."

"Sounds good, but isn`t her husband at home? The bank is shut!"

"Bernie is as reliable as a Swiss watch. Every Saturday at one o´clock he meets his cronies at the rugby club. Sunny, they go to play golf. Rain, they just stay in the club. I have never seen him arrive home before seven or eight."

"Sounds great. Will the knowledgeable Miss Pamela be at home?"

"She will if I order her to be!" He said with a chuckle.

"Then order away my Sexy stud of a boyfriend!"

Pete sent a WhatsApp. "Hi Pamela. Looking forward to a spanking good time. Tomorrow at 2 p.m. P & C"

He had literally just laid the phone back on the nightstand when it buzzed Pamela`s answer. "Cannot wait. Any special requests?"

The last bit threw Pete, but Claire grabbed his phone and typed. "Stockings, heels and your biggest Butt-Plug!" Giggling at his shocked expression she tossed his phone back.

"I will be ready." Came the reply with a wink emoji.

Pete recovered enough to say, "That`s that taken care of. Shall we get ready and go out?"

"What about Sunday and the gorgeous Megan?" Claire chided him.

"Shop is closed on Sunday and Monday. The only thing I know is that Ray is usually off following Arsenal. This week they are at Newcastle so if he goes that means he will be out of the house from seven in the morning until eleven earliest."

"Fabulous we can have her for the whole day. I will text her now." Claire fiddled with her phone. She had made Megan call her number before they left the shop and had saved hers. Typing slowly with many pauses to get the sentence correct she wrote. "Hi M. Here is C. We met last week. If you are free Sunday and hubby is absent. Would love to show you my collection that we discussed briefly. My delivery driver Joe would be happy to bring the samples to you or if you prefer come to my place. You have the address."

Pete was staring at her with a puzzled look on his face as Claire explained, "Maybe her husband sees it. She can just say it`s a new line she wants to put in the shop!"

"Very devious Nurse Ratchet!" he said and applauded her.

Claire still wasn`t done. "So that`s Friday, Saturday and Sunday. What about Monday?"

Pete`s brow crumpled as he hadn`t really thought that far, "What do you want to do?"

"Well. I was thinking. If Saturday and Sunday go to plan then on Monday we could do a Grand Finale!"

Pete was still unsure what the hell she was talking about, "And that would be?"

"Us with Megan and Pamela at the same time!"

"Fucking Hell!" was all he could manage before he slunk off to the shower to think about everything they had discussed, but especially that last bombshell.

It was nearly eleven when they woke up on Saturday morning. Their evening had passed nearly exactly as Pete had described it. They had showered and dressed then wandered down to the Builders Arms for a drink. They had met up with a few mutual acquaintances in the bar, so they were a group of eight when they arrived at Ming Wong`s. It was a nice evening and Pete felt good to be among people again after nearly a month of near solitude. They ate and drank well. In fact too well and both he and Claire cried off when the other`s wanted to go on to La Paz. "We have a very busy weekend planned!" Claire yelled after the departing group as she and Pete headed in the other direction. A faint retort of, "We bet you do you dirty cow!" travelled on the wind from the fast disappearing group.

Laughing and giggling because of the booze they`d downed they were soon naked and snuggled up in Claire`s bed. A few intense kisses told them both they were in no fit shape for anything more physical and Pete had a serious case of "Spinning Room Syndrome!"

So it was that their wake up sex was much more frantic than originally planned. A brief period of 69 was followed by a long bout of energetic sex in the doggy position that left them both panting and sweating on the wrinkled bed clothes at its conclusion.

Once she could talk properly Claire told him, "Good start, but now we have to get ready for the main event!"

They both took a shower and got dressed. Pete actually took two showers because Claire couldn`t resist sucking his cock once it was fresh from the shower, and Pete was definitely not going to stop her.

"Very tasty!" she told him as he used the shower head to sluice away the remaining traces of his come.

"I hope you left space for breakfast. I`m starving and we have to stop off at Bristo`s for a full English!"

"Only scrambled egg on toast for me!" she laughed

It was nearly half past one when they left the café and walked back to Claire`s car. If the traffic was light they would be at Pamela`s at just before two. There was a parking area down the road from The Close so Claire would park there. They didn`t want any nosy neighbours wondering what the Red Fiat was doing parked outside the Heath house.

As they climbed out of the car Pete`s phone buzzed, "Use the side garage door. I`m upstairs in the bedroom. First door on the right!" Pete showed Claire and she grinned. He was just about to put the phone away when it buzzed again. "All plugged in as ordered!" and a huge smiley face.

Cautiously the pair made their way around the side of the garage. Pete had scanned the street at least five times as they stood on the corner pretending to wait for his bad ankle to soothe before continuing to Pamela`s house. He had checked North, South, East and West. He had checked the downstairs, upstairs and even the roofs. He had seen absolutely no one. They moved quickly and were soon inside the garage pressed against the wall like Mission Impossible operatives. It was only when they both realised how stupid they looked that they both relaxed into a giggling embrace.

Pete knew the way as he had acted as a gopher here on their last drinks evening. There was a spare fridge in the double garage, and he had spent nearly all his time going back and forth for mixers for the adults at the do. Hand in hand he led Claire through a massive well equipped kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor. He could hear light music coming from the bedroom on the right. It sounded like R. Kelly but he wasn`t certain. Pete pushed the door open.

Pamela was sitting on the bed smiling broadly as the pair entered. Pete took a quick gaze around. His first impression was brothel. Everything was red from the bedclothes to the lightbulb. All except the dark wooden furniture. The curtains were drawn, and the room was illuminated by a low watt red bulb in the ceiling and around twenty red candles strategically placed around the huge room, and surrounding the gigantic bed at its centre.

Pamela herself was sitting on the end of the bed dressed only in thigh high black stockings and the stiletto boots Pete had seen her wear with Gary the other day. Her breasts hung a little low but from the shine on her skin she had creamed them very recently. "Thank you for coming!" she gushed

Pete was startled as Claire snapped, "Shut up! You will only speak when we tell you to. You are here for our pleasure and ours alone." Claire let her words sink in for a few seconds then in an even, unemotional voice she continued, "Why are you on the bed? Did I tell you to sit on the bed like a Mistress rather than the slutty slave that you are? Kneel before us, your Master and Mistress, forehead on the carpet and arms stretched out in front of you!"

I think Pete was more flabbergasted by Claire`s tirade than Pamela. He knew he was right about that when Pamela rushed to assume the position Claire had decreed. Pete stared open mouthed as Pamela knelt before them. Her forehead resting on the carpet and her waves of auburn hair falling forward to obscure her view as she stretched her arms out as far as they would go.

"Good. Well done!" Complimented Claire.

"Thank you Claire!" As Pamela spoke Pete felt the temperature in the room drop 20 degrees. Pamela must have guessed her error as well as Pete saw her start to tremble.

"Par- Don!" Claire`s voice was as hard as iron. "You will address us as Master and Mistress, now do you have some tools of punishment hidden in this whore`s cave of a room?" Pete was trying hard not to laugh but Claire and Pamela seemed to be enjoying themselves, so he slapped a hand over his mouth to supress his giggles.

"Yes Mistress," came timidly from Pamela. "There is a chest under the window. The Mistress is free to use whatever she requires!" Pete followed Claire as she strolled casually over to what looked like an old sea captains chest. She eased the lid upwards and Pete`s eyes grew to the size of saucers. The trunk was literally full of dildos, vibrators, strap-Ons, butt-plugs, clips, sharp items, handcuffs, crops, paddles, canes and even a long bull whip that must have been twelve feet in length.

Pete knew from just a brief glimpse of Pamela`s collection that this was more than a mere passing phase. Pamela was seriously in to all this shit. He sat on the bed. Saying his ankle was beginning to hurt was really just an excuse. He didn`t know what to do next so he was more than happy to let Claire take the lead for a while.

She in turn seemed quite happy to do so. She grasped a small thick strap made of leather with tiny knobs of steel piercing it and absolutely thrashed it across Pamela`s up pointing buttocks. The position Claire had placed her in had forced her bum high in the air. Even from a few feet away Pete could see the red dots caused by the steel studs on Pamela`s pale skin already starting to turn dark blue. Pamela made no sound, but Pete heard her exhale loudly. "Any further disrespect slut will result in the next stroke. Now lie still as I am going to fuck your arse. When I am done then Pete is going to fuck your arse. When he is done, and your arse is full of his come I`m going to fuck your arse again until you have a bum like a fucking baboon!"

Pete was just about to put a stop to this when he heard Pamela mumble, "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. Sounds fantastic Mistress. I cannot wait to make the Master and Mistress happy!" It was also at this point he noticed the black plastic base of a butt-plug protruding from between Pamela`s curvy buttocks. Pete couldn`t help admire the body of the older woman. She obviously took great care of herself.

Pete`s attention was jolted back to Claire when Pamela`s speech only earnt her another wickedly powerful slap with the studded leather strap. "Quiet!" Claire hissed even as she pulled a strap on dick with a leather harness from the trunk. The dildo part was rather smaller than Pete`s own dick. Probably around five inches of pale blue moulded plastic that included a realistic glans and even a small pair of testicles. A thick moulded vein ran down the underside.

Pete saw it wasn`t the first time that Claire had put one of these on as she was all buckled in and ready to go in less than a minute.

Pete held his breath. Never in even his wildest sex dreams had he ever envisaged being in a bedroom with a seriously sexy MILF and his own girlfriend waiting for that girlfriend to sodomise the other woman. However, that was exactly where he was, and he guessed that the old adage about the truth being stranger than fiction really applied in this case. Pete settled in for the show his dick already stiff in his jeans. Claire seemed to notice the bulge and said softly, "I suggest you lose those jeans before you do yourself a damage. Anway. You will be needing it in a minute.

Pete stripped off his jeans and boxers in World record time and sat back on the bed. He peered quickly at his impressive erection. He thought with a grin that it might also be a personal best for him. No sooner had he retaken his seat then Claire growled at Pamela, "Slut. The Master needs some relief!"

"Yes Mistress!" There was no fear or shyness in Pamela`s voice, just acceptance that she was here for them to do with as they pleased.

Pete experienced that wonderful feeling once more as Pamela`s skilled mouth closed around his throbbing manhood. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes and wallowed in the allure of Pamela`s tongue, teeth and lips. It was only when Pamela let out a cute, squeaky grunt that Pete looked down and saw that Claire had positioned herself behind Pamela and was quite obviously carrying out her threat and reaming the older woman`s arse while she was fellating him. Pete could see all three of them were quite happy with their roles, so he lay back down, closed his eyes and let Pamela weave her magic.

Pamela was starting to make low whimpering sounds as Pete felt his balls void and his hot spunk spurted into Pamela`s mouth. Pamela was panting hard now and squinting through one eye he could see that both women were covered in a sheen of sweat. Claire was pumping Pamela faster and faster. Pamela was obviously in the throes of her own orgasm, but she was trained well enough to lick his cock and balls clean even as she shuddered and moaned her way through several intense climaxes.

Claire seemed to be going on longer than needed in Pete`s opinion, but then it was her calling the shots in all this and up to now nobody was complaining. Eventually she did stop. Her breaths coming in pants as if she had just ran the 100 metres at the Olympics. She crawled up onto the bed next to Pete. The dildo was shiny with fluids, and some kind of lubricant Pete guessed. "Clean me slut!" she spoke almost breathlessly.

"Yes Mistress!" Pete was amazed when Pamela took the entire plastic cock, that only minutes before had been up her arse, and sucked and licked it until it was so clean it could have been fresh from the shop.

"Get me out of this thing!" Claire ordered curtly once she was satisfied with the sanitation of the dildo.

Tenderly Pamela undid all the buckles and untangled the straps until she could ease the belt from around Claire`s naked body. "Now Slut. Prove you can do pussy as well as you can do cock!"

"Yes Mistress!" For the next twenty minutes Pete watched as Pamela probably did prove it by the way Claire was howling at the ceiling, and her fingers were like claws in the bedsheets as she came again and again until she yelled, "Enough!"

Pamela sat back on her haunches like some middle aged robot waiting for the next command. Claire took a few seconds to collect herself after what had obviously been a mind-blowing time as Pamela had tongued her to one climax after the other. Looking over at Pete she gave a weary smile as she saw he was up and ready for action once more. "She`s all yours stud." Claire was having trouble speaking and there were still tiny aftershocks raising goose bumps on her skin. "Try her arse. It`s as tight as the proverbial ducks, but I think I widened it for you!" She managed before slumping back onto the duvet.

Pete had never had anal sex and he positively wasn`t going to pass up this opportunity to try it as who knew if he would ever get the chance again. "Would Master like to fuck my arse?" Pamela said as if she was asking if he wanted a cucumber sandwich.

Pete could only nod. Pamela rose from the floor and turned slowly around, pulling her checks apart as she sun around before bending double so that Pete had a close up view of the gaping whole Claire had left with the dildo. Standing on shaky legs Pete lined his now rigid cock up with that hole and waddled forward. He had to fiddle a bit to force an entry, but he was so rigid, and Claire had done such an excellent job of preparation that it was only a temporary setback. Soon he was fully entombed in his older neighbour`s back passage and it felt fantastic. It was tighter than any pussy he had ever had and when Pamela started to clench her muscles causing even more pressure he thought he was going to blow his load then and there.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves he gripped Pamela by the hips and gingerly pulled back a touch before ramming home again quickly as he was afraid she would force him out and that he wouldn`t be able to get back in. They carried on the same dance for a while until Pamela put her hand between her legs and began caressing his balls. That pushed him over the top and Pete ejaculated deep inside Pamela`s arse. As he did so Pamela let out a long sigh that could only be construed as one of total satisfaction.

Pete had an overwhelming desire to piss. There was an ensuite bathroom, so he went in and relieved himself. Seeing the state of the art shower with jets set into the walls he called out, "Do you mind if I take a shower Pamela?"