Forbidden Ch 06 3

This posting and the next one in the Forbidden series tells the story of a weekend of illicit debauchery among two married couples who live next door to each other. This tells the story from Stan's perspective. Ch.07 tells the story from his wife's perspective.

Friday was a work day for me. My wife Gina needed a ride to the airport for a mid-day flight but I couldn't accommodate her so she arranged for our next door neighbor Lisa to drive her.

"Is Lisa's car back from the shop?" I asked as I was finishing up breakfast. I knew her husband Richard had driven to the airport earlier in the week for one of his frequent business trips.

"Oh yes. It's back. She was grumbling about how much it cost to have repaired."

"When is Richard back from his trip? On Friday?"

No, he is visiting relatives this weekend so he won't be back until next week.

"Oh when does he get back?"

"Not until Tuesday I think," Gina responded. "Remember I will be back late on Tuesday evening so you will have to pick me up. I don't won't to ask Lisa to do it when her husband has just returned from several days away."

"No problem," I said. I was eating a bowl of cereal as I scanned the morning news on my cell phone only half way paying attention to the conversation. I was mostly thinking about how I would need a new golf partner for the weekend with Richard out of town.

I finished up with breakfast and was about to go out the door when Gina said, "Wait a minute Stan. I need a kiss before you leave I won't see you for most of the next few days."

"Oh yeah, right." I turned and she threw her arms around my neck pressing her ample bosom against my chest for a long wet kiss. When she stepped back she said, "Okay. Now you can go to work. But be good while I'm gone and I expect to see that lawn mowed when I return."

"Right boss," I said. As she turned away I reached out and slapped her ass.

"Ouch. Is that how you're going to be good?"

"I'm always good," I said. "But only with you."

She smiled. "You better be. I'm going to tell Lisa to watch out for you."

"Oh no," I said. "You have the only ass I like to slap and besides, Lisa has a husband who is my golfing partner."

I paused for a moment and then continued, "But don't let anyone else be slapping that perfect ass of yours while you're gone." My wife did have a lovely ass. She was tall and her strong glutes made her tight ass stick out below her waist.

"Good grief. I'm going to California to visit my cousin Rachel. She's a nun. It's not like we are going to be trolling the bars and besides I don't do that since I married you."

I laughed and headed out the door to work, saying "See you Tuesday night. Not sure How I'll get by without your ass, but I'll make do. And the lawn will get mowed."

Gina and I were in our mid-thirties married for 12 years now and living in a typical cookie cutter subdivision in Southern California. I worked as a salesman for window replacement company, a job which required me to travel about town calling on prospective customers and checking on progress on jobs I had sold. Gina was a Junior High School teacher, now off on her summer break.

We had lived next door to Richard and Lisa for five years now. They were about the same age as us and like us childless by choice. Like me Richard had a sales job but his required a good deal of air travel. Lisa was also a junior high school teacher, but unlike Gina who chose to take the whole summer off Lisa worked as a fill-in teacher for summer school. It was less than a full time job and her hours seemed a bit irregular. Fortunately she was able to take Gina to the airport today.

I got home from work about 5:30 just a few moments behind Lisa who had walked down from her open garage door to get her mail. I waived as I drove past to park the car in our garage. When I got out of the car I saw Lisa standing at the foot of the driveway where our mailboxes shared a single post. I smiled and waved again.

"You've got mail," she said pointing at my mailbox.

"So you read my mail now?" I said as I walked down the drive way.

"No. I saw the mailman placing letters in both boxes as I drove up."

I quickly leafed through the handful of letters she handed me as I said, "Well nothing racy here. Just bills. You are welcome to them so long as you pay them promptly."

"I'll pass," she replied. "Besides all the racy stuff comes on the internet now. No one sends dirty letters by snail mail."

Lisa was a bit shorter than my wife's five-nine, maybe four or five inches. She was wearing a skirt that broke just at her knees and a sweater that outlined her best feature, her large boobs. The outfit showed off her body, but in a way conservative enough for a school teacher. She turned to pick up a letter she had dropped giving me a nice view of her plump round ass. It was not like my wife's tight muscular ass. Lisa's ass was round and soft. Overall I would call her voluptuous, a substantial difference from my leggy wife. She had kind of a Marilyn Monroe body as opposed to my wife who was taller and leaner, maybe a Charlize Theron. As I looked at Lisa's butt I immediately thought back to slapping my wife's butt before I left this morning. "Not now," I told myself. "Wrong butt for you to be slapping. Nice butt though."

Lisa stayed bent forward for more than bit longer than it should have taken to simply pick up a piece of mail. "Enjoying the view?" she said when she had arisen and turned to face me.

"Yes," I said thinking quickly, but perhaps not so clearly. "The new paint color on the Smithson's house (the next house beyond Richard and Lisa's) is quite nice don't you think?" The problem was that it was painted a dark grey that was almost black. Both Lisa and my wife Gina hated it and I should have remembered that.

Lisa looked at me shaking her head with a laugh and saying, "You're so full of shit. Gina warned me about you."

Oops. "I... "

"Don't worry about it," she said. "I dropped the letter on purpose. It was a test to see if Lisa was right. She was. You're just like my husband."

I was left standing there with my mouth hanging open. Best not to keep digging when you are in a hole.

"Never mind. Why don't you come in and we will have a drink. Those kids were awful today and I need one."

"I wouldn't want you to drink alone," I said.

I followed her into the house and reclined on a couch in a family room adjoining their kitchen as I watched her bustle about the kitchen stirring up cocktails. Lisa's other notable characteristic was her large bust. I like to think of her chest like the movie star Sydney Sweeny. My wife was always quick to remind me that my habit of comparing women I knew or saw on the street with movie stars was annoying. There are worse habits I guess.

Finished, Lisa joined me in the family room bending forward to hand me a drink and showing me a good bit of cleavage as her sweater hung town. Just as she had out by the mailbox she maintained the revealing posture a bit longer than necessary to make sure I got a good view. Then as she sat down she said, "Enjoy that view any better than the neighbor's ugly house?"

I laughed. "Very nice," I responded. No point in trying to play innocent.

"Hah. You're just like my husband."

We sat sipping on the G&Ts which were heavy on the gin and weak on tonic and chatted absently about the neighbor's house color and meaningless other things. Lisa was sitting at the end of the couch opposite me with her legs pulled up and curled beneath her. It was exposing a lot more leg than I had seen out in the front yard and I was enjoying it. Admittedly her legs were a good deal shorter than my wife's but the skirt was short also so... yes as the gin sunk in and the hassle of my work day faded away I was enjoying looking at her legs.

"What else did Gina tell you about me?"

"No, no," she responded wagging her finger at me. "I promised I wouldn't tell. Are you ready for a second drink?"

"Sure. It's Friday and not just somewhere but right here. I'll have another."

The conversation continued from the kitchen as she stirred up another round of drinks. "It's five o'clock where our spouses are too. What is Gina doing this weekend?," she asked.

"Visiting a cousin who lives in a nunnery in Oakland,"

"Really. I'll bet she's not getting a drink like this where she is now," she responded handing me my second drink and again leaning forward to give me an even better view of her cleavage. I could see her the tops of her big round breasts bulging over her bra cups.

"No. I suppose not."

"I couldn't live as a nun," she said, letting her breasts flop a bit as she sat down.

"Oh?"

"No sex. They take a vow of no sex don't they? what do you call it, chastity? Yes that's the word. Chastity would be impossible for me."

" You and I have a vow of chastity right now," I said. "Our wedding vows are going to make this a sexless weekend because our spouses are away."

"Hmm. I hadn't thought of it that way."

"Gina did," I said. "She told me to watch out for you."

"Funny, she told me the same thing about you."

"Where is Richard this afternoon?" I asked changing the subject.

"Oh, he's in Carmel at a wedding. He was flying in to San Francisco from a sales trip. To Portland I think. I have trouble keeping track of his travel schedule."

"I'm sure he is getting a drink there tonight."

"Yes." She paused for a moment. "Weddings and nunneries are both religious institutions but they have very little in common."

I laughed. "Yes there is always lots of booze at a wedding."

"And don't forget wedding sex."

"Oh yeah, that."

"Tell me Stan," she said moving to another topic. "Now that marijuana is legal in California do you and Gina partake?'

"Once in a while. Mostly on Friday nights."

"So do Richard and I. We get stoned, watch some porn, and... well you know what comes next."

"Yes. Sounds like fun."

"It would be."

"I agree."

"Would you like to?"

"Sex?" I asked in surprise.

"No silly. I just want to know if you would like to share a joint. Gina was right. You have a dirty mind."

"Oh sure. That would be okay. We won't have to call our spouses and ask for permission if all we are going to do is get stoned."

"Yes," she agreed as she rose from the couch, again giving me a look down the front of her sweater. "I have some pre-rolled joints in the bedroom. I'll be right back."

I probably should have known I was in trouble before this but I knew for sure when she returned. She had a joint and a cigarette lighter, but she seemed to have lost her bra. Her big breasts were swinging lewdly beneath the loose sweater she wore as she walked across the room towards me. I could feel a fire starting in my groin.

"Enjoying the view," she asked as she flopped down on the couch next to me, one of her big breasts coming to rest on my forearm.

"Even better than the neighbor's house," I said.

"I thought you would think so. Let's get stoned."

She lit up the joint and we sat there passing it back and forth. It was good strong stuff that hit me quickly. My concerns about 'being in trouble' seemed to disappear with a mere toke or two. I moved my arm repeatedly so it stroked the big soft tit she had lain on it when she sat down. She made no effort to pull it away.

When we finished the joint we were both giggling about how dreadful my wife's weekend at the nunnery was going to be compared to us sitting on the couch getting stoned and washing the heat of the joint down with gin and tonic.

"And what about Richard," I asked. "Is his weekend better than this?"

"You mean is he getting laid yet?"

"Yes."

"Well I'm not getting laid yet," She said, rubbing her tit against my arm.

"You could be," I responded. I reached across her with one hand and cupped one of her big soft tits.

"Stan. Gina told me you'd be naughty and I should say no."

"So do you always do what Gina says?"

"No."

"Good. I leaned forward and kissed her. It quickly became a big wet sloppy kiss with lots of dueling tongues and roaming hands. After a minute or two in our awkward position she swung a leg over mine so she was sitting on my lap, a knee on either side, her skirt pushed to her waist, and her tits smashed against my chest.

I let my hands slide down her back until I was cupping her ass cheeks. I found that it was not only her bra that had gone missing. She had no panties either. I pulled back from our kiss to say, "Lisa you naughty girl, you haven't got any panties on."

"I know, your hands feel so nice." She tugged at her sweater and pulled it over her head letting her big naked breasts spill out against my chest.

"Oh yes, my Friday afternoon is getting better all the time," I said.

"I can make it better," she said as she tugged my polo shirt over my head and commenced to rub her nipples back and forth against my chest. It felt delicious.

"Then she giggled, a silly dope induced giggle. "Do you give foot rubs?" she asked.

"I could if that is what you would like."

"Oh yes. Richard gives great foot rubs. So sexy. Can you do that?"

"I can try."

She jumped off me, her big tits flopping about and lay down at the other end of the couch, her knees pulled up and her legs carelessly spread. "Come sit right here where my feet are."

I soon found myself with her feet in my lap rubbing my fully engorged cock through my trousers while I carefully rubbed her feet. Her knees were spread wide apart and I could easily see her gleaming pussy. Her skirt was more of a broad belt around her waist now, her hands occupied with fondling her large breasts.

As I began to work my hands up her thighs she said, "Mmm, something feels very large beneath your trousers. Want to show it to me."

I responded by releasing my belt and zipper and sliding my trousers and undergarment down over my knees to the floor. My fully erect cock stood straight up.

"Oh yes. that is a great cock. Gina told me you have a great cock."

"Oh did she now. What else did she tell you?"

"No, no. I promised her wouldn't tell." As she spoke she began massaging my cock with her feet. It felt delicious. This is a little kinky I thought. Here I am with no shirt on, my pants and undershorts around my feet while my nearly naked next-door neighbor's wife massages my cock with her feet and her own big tits with her hands.

"This is a little kinky," I said.

"Yes it is isn't it? I learned it from Richard. He loves it. Sometimes I make him cum this way and he squirts all the way up to his chin."

"I can imagine." It was amazing how she could fondle the most sensitive tissue around the head of my cock with her toes. "But I can think of somewhere else I would like to squirt."

"Where?"

"A couple of places. On those big, beautiful tits of yours; and..."

"Oh yum," she said holding them out.

"Down your throat; and... "

"Your cock's too big to take down my throat but I can swallow anything you dump in my mouth."

"In your cunt."

"Oh yes, I love that. Yes, you are just as nasty as Gina told me you would be."

"How nasty did she say I would be, I asked.

"Oh no, I'm not telling you that. I promised her I wouldn't.

"Oh, I sighed in mock disappointment.

"Don't worry. We have all weekend to explore just how nasty you can be," she said, as she continued to rub the shaft of my cock with the soles of her feet. "Where shall we start?"

"Right here," I said, stretching my arm out to slide one finger and then two into her dripping cunt.

She gasped in response. "Oh yes," She scooched her butt down towards me to allow me to drive my fingers deeper into her. "Yes that's it."

I pulled my fingers back and briefly sucked on them saying, "Mmm. Yummy," before sliding back into her warm wet cunt.

"You are just as nasty as Gina said you would be," she repeated.

"Oh yeah," I said as I twisted my fingers in her cunt causing her to gasp again. "What else did she say about me."

"No, no. I promised her I wouldn't tell." She gave up on the foot job and threw one foot over the back of the couch and the other to the floor leaving her lewdly spread. Her hands were occupied with twisting and pulling on her nipples.

"Did she tell you I like to fuck?" I asked as I moved closer to her and began to use my free hand to stroke that sensitive gleaming tissue between her pussy lips. Lisa had large wrinkly inner lips that when aroused as they were now extended well beyond her outer lips. I couldn't wait to suck them into my mouth.

"Yes," she growled. "She said you are a great fuck."

Anything else?"

"I promised not to tell." She cried out as I let my tongue flick her clit. "Okay, yes. She said you gave great head."

I twisted myself around so I was on my knees between her legs. I began by sucking on those marvelous big dark nipples stop each of her tits while my hands fondled her tits. It was fantastic. I had never had a chance to play with tits like Lisa's. But she was too horny to settle for that. "No. Do me with your tongue," she said. "Do my pussy and my clit." She was pushing my head down.

I returned my fingers to her cunt and spent the next 10 minutes using my best cunnilingus skills on her: licking the sensitive tissue between her lips; sucking on each of her swollen inner lips; and ultimately sucking her engorged clit into my mouth and fondling it with my tongue until I set her off. She cried and whined as I worked on her pussy lips and finger fucked her, but when I began sucking on her clit she grabbed my head with both hands and held it down against her sex. "Oh god yes. Yes, yes, yes. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't fucking stop. Make me cum, make me cum, make me..." She stiffened and cried out with a scream that could be heard next-door (where my wife was fortunately not present to hear the scream). She held my face in place and I continued to lick her as she went through wave after wave of orgasm until she finally collapsed.

I sat up looking at her as she lay gasping. "Did I live up to my wife's billing?

"Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck yes."

"There's more you know."

"I hope so. But we have all weekend. Let me rest for a moment."

"No." I leaned forward and replaced my fingers that had been in her cunt with my cock. She was tight from her climax and said, "No. Wait. Wait. Not yet. I need to rest. I need... that was when my cock slid past the ring of cramping muscles guarding her cunt. Once inside I slid slowly in until I felt my balls against her ass and when I leaned forward my pubic bone pressured her still swollen clit.

She gasped as I filled her. "Oh. Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes," she said. "That feels so good. Fuck me Stan. Just fuck me. Spray that hot cum of yours deep in my cunt. Don't wait for me. Just do it. I want to feel you shoot it into me."

I didn't wait. I began pumping her hard and she responded by groaning and crying and then by using her cunt muscles to massage my prick. I didn't last long, erupting shot after shot of my cum deep in her cunt. I felt her orgasm again as I did. Not with the force of the first time but enough to make her cry out.

We lay together her legs around my ass, my chest on her, elbows carrying enough wait so she could gasp in recovery as was I. Eventually when I recovered a bit I sat up, looking down at her big tits and my cum leaking slowly from her ravaged cunt.

"What else did my wife tell you."

Lisa giggled. "I promised I wouldn't tell."

"So there is more?"

"We have all weekend to be naughty."

"That's what she told you, not to be naughty? You aren't following those instructions very well," I said. "That seemed pretty naughty."

She giggled. "Yes it was, wasn't it."

"We are off to a good start," I said with a laugh, as I rolled to the side and wrapped my arms around her. Then, with the effect of the gin, the dope and the sex, we slept until almost 9:00 p.m, when we awoke still tangled together on the couch.