Bob Schoor walked across the lawn to his neighbor's house next door. After several months of the young couple living there it was his first time to visit their house. Earlier encounters had not gone well. Being neighbors doesn't necessarily mean you have to be friends. The young couple hadn't cared for Bob and Erica Schoor from the beginning.
Now after only a few days after the funeral for Erica her husband was about to ring their door bell for the first time. He shifted the large satchel to his left hand and pushed the doorbell button.
Kim and Garrett Perkins had fallen in love quickly. Kim was 22, an office assistant at a manufacturing plant. Garrett was in sales with the same company. That's how they met. Garrett, at 24 swept her off her feet, so she said.
When the doorbell rang they had just returned to the kitchen after Kim had gotten a good fucking from her husband. Garrett went to the peep hole to see that it was Bob.
"It's Bob Schoor from next door for God's sake and he's carrying a large leather pouch or the like. I hope he's not suing us for being bad neighbors."
Garrett was in shorts and a t-shirt. Kim was just wearing panties, her big C-Cups jiggled in front of her chest. She was always willing to tease her husband into an extra fuck and was hoping for another round of what she had just gotten. Cum had already ran out from the well fucked cunt and dampened the panty crotch. She dashed for the bedroom and more clothes.
Garrett answered the door and invited him in, then cried out to his wife.
"Kim! Bob Schoor from next door is here to see us."
"We were taking a nap. Kim will be out in a few minutes."
"What can I do for you, Bob?"
"Well, I need to talk to both of you ..."
Kim took her time. She really hated Bob. He'd see her in the yard and try to make a conversation while trying to check out her tits and see down her blouse. Kim dressed to tease, but didn't dress to tease a sixty-something year old neighbor. As a young and pretty wife the only time she didn't dress to tease was in church on Sunday morning, and she and Garrett rarely missed a Sunday. But, then again, they'd come home and have a explosive fuck session. That's what had just happened and rather than getting a quick repeat of her husband's hard cock in her she had Bob Schoor in her living room.
Kim appeared from the hallway. Bob gave her a quick up and down. Suddenly she wished she had stuck with the slacks and shirt instead of an above the knee skirt and t-shirt. Husband Garrett gave her a disapproving scowl. As much as she loathed Bob maybe she could show him enough thigh to distract him from her tits. Kim sat and let her skirt rise up a bit and left her knees unexplainably a few inches apart. Bob smiled. Kim looked at him and couldn't figure why her nipples stiffened in the bastard's presence.
"Well, as you know." Bob began. "We lost Erica the other day."
All three sat in silence.
"So sorry, Bob." Kim finally added.
Her words echoed in her ears like distant voices.
"Things were good." Bob continued. "The kids had been grown and gone for years. We had retired. That night we had gone to bed, had sex, and gone off to sleep. In the morning when I rolled towards her she had passed smiling."
The thought of Erica having sex with Bob rolled through Kim causing a little shudder up the length of her vagina. She noted that it was an odd thing for him to use in the conversation. Garrett kept his smile of disapproval.
"I guess it is natural for funerals to bring out the bad in people. Maybe you heard my daughters hollering and screaming at the top of their lungs at me. Their mother had been gone 4 days and they wanted to divide up her jewelry as if I had no rights to it at all. I never expect such greed from my own children. They just didn't want a piece of Erica's stuff, they wanted it all."
Garrett and Kim listened without saying a word.
"Maybe I should show you what the fight was about. We have always done well and Erica loved jewelry."
He reached into the satchel and brought out tray after tray all sparkly with gold, silver, and diamonds.
"After the big blow out I sent my daughters home and considered donating to charity or maybe even dumping the stuff in the lake. Then I thought of giving it away a piece at a time. Kim, I want you to pick something out just for listening to what I am about to say that may sound unstably absurd and maybe a little crazy."
"Really?"
She looked over at Garrett. There was no look of approval. No hint of expression after the conversation had now become only between Bob Schoor and Kim.
"Uhhh," Kim shook her head. "I mean ... I don't know. Really?"
"Sure pick something out. Something nice. You will have deserved it if you don't like what I am about to say."
Kim tried to get something nice, but not go expensive with her choice. She selected a ring and put it on her hand to look at.
"Good choice. That has matching earrings and a necklace. Go ahead. Put them on. See how they feel."
Kim admired the way the items looked and felt on her. She jumped up to go see herself in a mirror. The most expensive jewelry she owned was the six hundred dollar wedding set Garrett had bought her from the membership discount chain store. When she returned and sat back down both men were quick to notice that Kim didn't pull her dress back down, leaving he knees parted enough to almost show her panty clad pussy. The look on Garrett's face and the nod towards her open things expressed his disapproval. Kim gave him a defiant look and turned her attention back to Bob Schoor.
"Mr. Schoor, I couldn't take this from you. It's way to expensive."
"Seriously, Kim. Take it. Remember that it is in exchange for listening to what I have to say to you ... and to your husband, of course. If you accept or if you throw me out of your house it is yours to keep."
The light went on in Garrett's mind. BOB SCHOOR WAS GOING TO TRY TO FUCK Garrett's wife! To fill his mind with even more concern Kim wasn't exactly acting the modest wife that had attended church with that morning. Did her thighs look at little more open, and if one was looking closely Kim's nipples were firm against her shirt, and Bob Schoor was looking.
Bob Schoor was the hated neighbor. His now deceased wife Erica even more so. Their disdain for their neighbors was well known with them showing off there possessions others couldn't afford. Then there was Bob Schoor always trying to fuck the women and Erica taking a shot at the husbands. They were ugly people both in personality and appearance. The example of ugly would get Bob Schoor a two rating on looks and even less given a chance of one of the women actually fucking him. His wife Erica had a little better luck according to rumors. After all to most men pussy is pussy.
Now here was Bob Schoor in the Perkins' living room. Oh, Kim knew what was up. When Garrett announced Bob Schoor was at the door she knew there would be good enough reason for her to fuck him. It was just a matter of whether she would or not. She kept her guard up when the jewelry came out of the satchel. It would take some pretty expense diamonds and gold to get Kim to let him fuck her married cunt. After all Garrett's boss wasn't much of a catch, but Kim fucked him to get Garrett that promotion and she let his boss fuck her several more times after that when the opportunity presented itself. All without Garrett knowing the source of his good fortune.
For Garrett when discussing other partners before they met he admitted to another girlfriend and Kim had suggested the same for her. Truth to be told Kim didn't think to mention the dozen or so encounters with dates, men at parties, and just guys in general like co-workers at old jobs she let fuck her. Kim had fucked several guys while she and Garrett dated. Then there were several others after she had agreed to marry Garrett.
She didn't get too far into the marriage before fucking a guy in Vegas while Garrett insisted on gambling their wedding cash at the tables. She was angry that rather than paying attention to her he would rather lose their money. To her surprise he was back in the room and in bed after coming out about seven hundred dollars ahead at gambling. He had no clue that the second night after their wedding he was fucking his bride still sticky inside from another man's cum. Rather than feeling guilt Kim had cum hard knowing that Garrett's seed was mixing with a stranger's sperm inside her.
The rest of the week Garrett gambled and won over five grand while Kim ran the Strip sometimes opening her legs when someone flirted and looked fuckable to her. On Tuesday four guys were catcalling her and she went to their room and gave them several turns each fucking her. Every night Garrett would be back in the room first. Kim would come in and shower before fucking him, taking his load to mix with the residue of all the others. On the flight home Kim snuggled next to Garrett on the plane as one of the best fucked brides ever to keep what happened in Vegas in Vegas.
He watched his wife now warming to that cocksucker Bob Schoor's banter. What the fuck could she possibly be doing? He thought of the old boyfriend of hers and never asked, but always wondered about her fucking him. He had no clue about Vegas, the several times she had fucked their boss after they married or that weekend that he rented the cabin on the lake. Garrett spent most of his time learning to fish off the dock while Kim's walks in the woods while he fished were really trips to another cabin nearby where five gentlemen had rented it for a fishing and gambling weekend. After Kim got their attention little fishing or gambling got done as they continually plowed loads of cum into her willing cunt.
That's marriage though. Husband works, remains faithful to the wife and she racks up strange cock by the dozens not feeling any guilt or worry about him catching on about her being an unfaithful wife. Women are treacherous creatures with a love of a different cock fucking into them.
Now it comes back to Kim Perkins and Bob Schoor. Kim was accepting the gift and Bob Schoor was beginning his story as Garrett sat in awe of his wife letting Bob Schoor do his presentation.
"I'm sixty-six now. The last fifteen years with Erica had been a perfect match. With the kids out of the house sex started to be every night, then every morning as well. We'd make love every morning when we'd wake up and again right before we'd go to sleep and many times on impulse during the day as well. That was our days and nights right up until Erica passed last week. She died with a load of my cum in her."
Kim watched him closely, not saying a word, but knowing what he would say. Garrett was showing fear that Bob Schoor's story was getting to his wife. She fidgeted a little and the view up her dress was complete now. Bob Schoor could see her pussy outlined against her undies.
"I think this has gone far enough!" Garrett's voice crackled through the air.
"Let him finish, Honey. I took his gift in exchange for listening."
Garrett wouldn't let her keep the jewelry, but wouldn't hesitate to pawn it for as much cash he could get.
"I know that I'm not much to look at and I'm a lot older than you."
