Author's note ---- This is my first attempt in "Loving Wives" category, hope you all like it. Feedbacks and comments are welcome.
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"He's got an evil eye." Linda stated to Marc flatly, after she broached the topic during dinnertime.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He enquired, though he could make quite an accurate guess on the source of his wife's uneasiness. The man next door was in the latter part of middle age, and worked in some kind of advertising concern in town. There was something shifty and foot-loose about this Jason character, and knowing that the man was divorced twice over and now lived alone next to them didn't help this impression. Marc and Linda had been married for two and half years, he was very possessive and protective of her.
"What it means is that he practically undresses me with his eyes every time he passes me in the passage."
Marc knew that he could do little about the man for doing nothing more than ogling his wife ---- that certainly wasn't a heinous crime that he could punish him for. However, he promised himself not to let his caution down at any time. His faith in his wife's honesty was total, but he was away at work for most of the day, and the thought of this rat of a man living next door to them while Linda was at home was not a pleasant one.
In the apartment directly opposite Marc and Linda's, a similar discussion was going on — Only on more heated lines.
Roger was barely in control of his anger as he confronts his wife for what must have been the tenth time now on this issue.
"What are you accusing me of, anyway?" Asked Giselle, her cheeks ablaze with self-righteous anger
Her husband snorted, "I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm simply stating a fact you were seen leaving that man's apartment yesterday, and the entire building knows it. You have not answered my question — what were you doing there while I was in the office?" asked Roger staring at his wife across the dinner table. There was a long and awkward silence, and then Giselle finally spoke again.
"He's a lonely man, and all I did was make him a cup of coffee and chat with him for a while," she said defensively.
"After living three years in this apartment, you still haven't figured out the reputation that Jason has? He's an inveterate womanizer, and women like you are easy prey for him," yelled Roger his control over his temper fraying at the edges now.
"What do you mean, women like me?" screamed his wife. And so on it went. Such confrontations on the same issue took place as regularly as the chimes of wall-clock.
*-*-* "Are you sure your husband hasn't smelled a rat by now?" asked Jason apprehensively as he let Giselle into his apartment. The time was three in the afternoon, and Roger wasn't due back for another three and a half hours. Roger was only in his jeans; Giselle couldn't help but admire his broad hairy chest. She giggled nervously.
"He has smelled one all right, but he can't find it. Don't worry I won't sully your spotless reputation by allowing us to be caught red-handed," she said as Jason glared at her.
"Is that supposed to be funny?" he demanded, but Giselle was already slipping off her skirt, and pulled over her t-shirt, she wasn't wearing anything beneath; Jason's eyes were drawn irresistibly to the smooth curves underneath it.
"Let's not fight, lover. Come on — take me, right here, right now," she whispered into his ear.
Jason's hand stole around her and settled on the firm, rounded flesh of her behind. His finger dug into the sensitive crevice, and Giselle sighed with pleasure.
"Ah! That feels lovely. You do know how to turn a woman on, don't you?" she mumbled, nuzzling against his hairy chest as his fingers probed deeper.
"I aim to please," he stated, the gravity in his voice making her laugh. Then she gasped as he lowered his head and closed his lips over her left nipple. Giselle began to squirm with delight, her pelvis grinding itself against his in demanding, circular movements.
"God, how I love that, keep doing that..." she moaned then sucked in her breath and bit her lower lips as his teeth sank with carefully calibrated brutality into her breast. Jason grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, her legs on either side of his waist; he led her towards his bed and dropped her onto it. Quickly he pulled down his jeans, and with a wide grin displayed his erection. Without wasting much time he got between her legs and positioned his cock on her entrance.
"Not so quickly, lover. Give me an itsy-bitsy appetizer first..." she said smugly, caught her breath as his head vanished between her quivering thighs. A moment later she was squirming in ecstasy as his tongue probed the walls of her pussy. Working with excruciation slowness, he worked it up to where her labia joined and her swollen love-button anticipated it eagerly.
"Ohhh, keep doing that. Yes, like that, ohhhh..." she groaned as he set her on fire with his practiced manipulations of his tongue's tip. Then she came, her pelvis bucking up against his face as she convulsed and spasmed in the sheer, heavenly pleasure of her climax, they lay like that for a long while. Giselle basked in the afterglow of her orgasm as Jason gathered his strength for the next round of the game.
She reached down and encircled his swollen, rock-hard member with her fingers, working them slowly up and down over its shaft. Now it was his turn to lie back and moan as she shagged him into frenzy of aching desire. Just when he thought that he would have to explode die and go to heaven, she straddled him and guided his manhood into her eager pussy. Jason lay there helpless as she began to heave her hips back and forth, gripping his engorged organ in the warm, wet fist of her pussy. Reaching up, he grabbed her breast and kneaded them methodically as her thrusts became faster and more frenzied.
"Oh my God, I'm Cumming again..." she wailed now thrusting up, down, sideways. She fell over him and their lips joined in a hungry, tongue — entwining kiss as they both approached their peaks. Then Jason's back arched upwards, driving his manhood up to its hilt in her sheath, and shot his boiling sperm into her. At the same time, Giselle dug her fingernails into his shoulders as her second orgasm shook her.
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"Remember, same time, I'll be waiting." Whispered Jason as Giselle now fully dressed again peeked out into the empty corridor and slipped out of his apartment. She threw him a quick, fleeting smile of affirmation and vanished around the corner.
Jason closed the door of his apartment and glanced at his wristwatch. Two hours to go before his next 'appointment'— he had plenty of time for a shower and a quick drink. He had a little action going in practically every home in the block, except one — his new neighbor. She and her husband had moved in less than a week ago, and the woman was strikingly attractive. He has set his eyes on her the moment he saw her. She was his next target, but it won't be easy, as she didn't give any 'sign'. However, he was sure that he'd break through her defenses and reach small, vital spark of infelicity that he knew was buried in the heart of every married woman.
As Jason hurried down the stairs to reach the bar across the road before closing time, he had to suffer through an unpleasant encounter in the building's lobby.
