My Neighbor's Husband

From the way her mouth parts and that pink tongue comes out to lick her lips, I already know the answer that’s coming.

8

Margot

Oh my god, is this really happening? Is my gorgeous neighbor propositioning me? Judging from the look in Dane’s eyes, he’s serious. He wants a piece of my curvy body, and I have to admit, I’m tempted.

After all, I have no dating life right now. Because I’m so busy at work, I hardly ever go out. Or more accurately, after working an eight-hour shift at Pretty Pink Nail Salon, I have absolutely no energy to go out. The most I do is sift through the emails I get from various men on various dating sites, and sometimes I’ll go to dinner with one of them. But as I mentioned before, it’s more for the much-needed calories than the companionship.

As a result, I haven’t been with a man in ages. I’m definitely in a dry spell, and my gorgeous neighbor looks like a feast for hungry eyes. Dane is huge, yet confident and self-possessed sitting in my kitchen. His powerful frame dwarfs the tiny chair, yet he’s completely relaxed with one hand loosely curled around his drinking glass.

Well, there’s a part of him that’s not relaxed. From the corner of my eye, I see the snake in his shorts begin to grow. It’s an incredible sight because as I watch, the bulge increases in size down his pants leg until it almost reaches down to his knee. Again.

This time, I have to address the issue.

“Before I say yes, I have a question,” I say breathily.

“Oh good. You’re going to say yes?” he interrupts with a sly smile.

I blush.

“No! Yes! I mean, before we go to the bedroom –”

“Oh good, you are going to say yes,” he drawls. “Why don’t we go there now and have our conversation in bed instead?”

I giggle before looking at him from beneath my lashes.

“Well, I just want to get this out before the clothes come off. Did you … well, you knew you were flashing me during the block party right? That your cock was doing this?” I ask, gesturing to the head of his pole poking out from beneath his shorts.

He laughs a bit, but this time the sound comes out choked and raspy.

“Oh, I knew, pretty girl. I knew you would get a look, and I wanted to see how you’d react. My enormous dong did its job because if I’m not mistaken, you can’t wait to get a taste of it now.”

I nod, my cheeks scarlet.

“Well, that’s very brazen of you. Do you say that to women often?”

He throws his head back and laughs again, that black hair falling rakishly over one eye.

“No, sweetheart, I do not. In fact, I can assure you that I haven’t played that particular game in over fifteen years. Like I said, I haven’t been single for a long time, so you, my sweet, are the only one who’s witnessed my disappearing / reappearing pole.”

I gasp again, but then I look at him, my gaze coy.

“Can I taste it?” I murmur. “I’ll bet you’re absolutely yummy.”

As I say those words, a bead of white appears at his tip, beckoning to me.

“Yes, Margot,” Dane growls. “Put your tongue on the pearl and take a sip of my seed.”

With a small cry, I slip off my chair and kneel before him on the linoleum floor. Then bending my head forward, I reach my tongue out to sample his semen. Mmm, he’s salty and musky and absolutely, one hundred percent male. I can’t get enough.

At that point, I pull away. But Dane has leaked so much that a goopy string of seed connects my tongue to his tip still, trembling in mid-air before it breaks.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he growls, looking down at me with blazing blue eyes.

“I am,” I admit. “I love tasting men’s personal recipes.”

“Good,” he growls. “Because when ladies taste me, I like them to be nude. Take off your clothes Margot. Let me see that lushness.”

I blush, but then I nod and get up, trembling. Oh my gosh, this is really happening. Dane is going to see all of me, but the question is: will he like what he sees? I’m bigger than your average girl and it’s definitely given me some ups and downs over the years. Usually I try to be positive, but sometimes I just can’t. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and absolutely hate myself when looking at the extra rolls and saggy tummy. But will Dane feel the same? He seems very into my generous curves, so I decide to go with it.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly pull my top off, and then my jeans, leaving me in nothing but lacey panties and a demi-bra. The fabric is so sheer that you can literally see my nips through the gauzy material, as well as the dark shadow between my thighs. Dane lets out a low growl of possession.