As the week progressed, Wendy thought it was going to be just another week with her husband out of town and a boring week at school. When she returned home from school on Tuesday, she was greeted by her neighbor Bob Pearson who was pruning his shrubs.

“Hey, Wendy! Can I talk to you a moment?” he asked.

She wasn’t really keen on Bob but knew she could not blow him off. As she walked across her lush green lawn, she said, “What’s up, Bob?”

Bob seemed nervous. “Well,” he said, “I’ve noticed those young boys have been over several times. And the black kid’s truck was parked across the street all night on Friday.”

“No, I think you’re mistaken,” she said. “Ro’Shawn came over Saturday for a test study session with the twins. They walked that morning.”

“C’mon, Wendy, just stop. I know all three spent the night. I also know they had sex with you all night long. I could hear you with my bedroom window open,” he told her.

Wendy acted cool. She could not admit to Bob that she was fucking three high school students, even though they were all over eighteen. She’d lose her job, her pension, and probably end up divorced. “I was watching porn. A woman gets lonely when her husband travels so much,” she whispered.

“Look,” Bob said, “I’m not going to argue with you. I’m not going to tell anyone, especially your husband. But I know they spent the night. I saw them arrive on my security cameras and you can hear the three talk about fucking you as they walked up the sidewalk.”

Now Wendy was stunned. And worried. What does Bob Pearson want?  If he wasn't going to tell her husband, Jim, what was his angle?

“What do you want Bob?” Wendy asked as she looked around for his security cameras.

“I want what those boys got,” he said.

Wendy froze. She knew exactly what Bob wanted, her. “I don’t know about that.”

“I talked to those boys when they left Saturday morning. They mentioned something about blackmailing you. Don’t make me do the same thing,” Pearson said.

Flustered, Wendy stepped closer to Bob so she could whisper, she was worried about his security cameras hearing her, “OK, you want to fuck me? Come over tonight at 8:00 pm.”

Doubling down, Bob tells her, “And I want the whole show. Lingerie, stockings, and high heels. We’ll have some fun, I promise. Women tell me I’m one of the best pussy eaters they’ve ever been with.”

Wendy turned to go back to her yard, rolled her eyes, and mumbled, “Eight o’clock.”

Upon entering her house, she texted Spencer, “Call me asap. 911.” She poured herself three fingers of bourbon and sat down at the kitchen table.

Spencer called and confirmed that Bob had talked to them as they left and that he told them that he knew they were fucking her. Wendy was upset the boys didn’t warn her about her nosey neighbor.

She hung up the phone and poured herself two more fingers of bourbon. She rationalized that she’d need to be a bit buzzed to fuck her neighbor, even if that was still almost three hours away.

**

At 8:03 pm the doorbell rang. Wendy rose off the couch and went to open the door. “Hello Bob, come in,” she said in a pleasant voice.

Bob came in holding a grocery store bouquet of flowers. “I wanted to apologize for being a bit gruff today. I could have approached you a little nicer.”

Wendy accepted his apology and took the flowers into the kitchen to find a vase. Bob followed closely behind, admiring the view. She had dressed as Bob asked. She had on a black and purple lingerie piece, black fishnets with purple garters, black heels, and dark plum lipstick and eye makeup. The purple played well with her red hair and fair skin.

As Wendy put the cheap flowers into a vase and water she asked her neighbor, “So, I’ll give you an hour Bob. That sounds fair.”

Bob laughed, “Wendy, my dear horny slutty neighbor, are you forgetting that I have video and audio of three students coming to your house on a Friday night?”

“You’re a son of a bitch, Bob Pearson,” she snapped.

“We’ll go for two hours,” he said.

“OK, fine,” Wendy said in a pissed-off tone.

Bob laughed, “Two hours, once a week.”

“No way,” she said. “Two hours once a month.”

Bob walked closer to her, “Let’s not argue. I want two hours once a week. Or I can send everything to the school district. You’ll get fired, lose your retirement, and I know your husband will kick you out of this hat and divorce you.”

“Fine. Two hours once a week,” Wendy said walking past him back toward the living room. “Follow me.”

She sat down on the edge of the couch and watched Bob stop about four feet away. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and let his Levi’s drop to the floor. Mr. Pearson was ready. He was commando and his dick was pointing straight up in the air.

“Not bad for an old guy. I’m guessing you’re on the blue pill, Bob?” Wendy asked.

“Yes, you gotta love Viagra. I’ll be hard all two hours,” he said as he played with his cock and balls. “Suck me.” Old Mr. Pearson was packing seven thick inches, with groomed short pubes and a shaved nut sack. While his hair was fairly black his pubes were more “salt and pepper” with half gray.

“Sit down and take off all your clothes. I was planning on doing a strip tease for you and then sucking your dick,” she told him. Wendy stood up and they traded places.

“You look really sexy tonight,” Bob told her as he untied his shoes and took off his clothes. “I’ve always fantasized about fucking you,” he admitted.

“You have? How do you want to fuck me?” she asked genuinely.

“Wendy, I haven’t been laid in two years. I’ve been divorced five, as you know. I just want to fuck. Cowgirl, doggy, reverse cowgirl, whatever,” he said.

She fell to her knees and took his manhood in her hand. “I gotta say you have a nice cock. And it’s like a steel beam it’s so hard.”

After a few courtesy strokes, Wendy bent over to lick his shaft, making sure her eyes were locked in with his. She started at his balls and licked slowly up the underside of his tool. She flicked his helmet several times before swirling her tongue around his large mushroom head, causing Bob to moan.

“Ohhhhh fuck. That feels so good,” he said in a whisper voice.

Wendy took his cock into her mouth and slowly started to go up and down. On the fifth time going down, she tried to take all of his love stick but she gagged. Her eyes watered a little and extra saliva drooled out of her mouth.

“Yes, deep throat my cock, bitch,” he mumbled.

Wendy looked at him with a look of disgust. “Don’t call me a bitch, a whore, or anything else derogatory.”

Pearson made a mental note of it and tilted his head back on the couch cushion as she resumed giving him a slow, sensual blow job.

Wendy knew what she was doing being a nymphomaniac, and she had one hand caressing his balls as she used the other to stroke him as she sucked his fat sausage.

Bob noticed the living room clock, it was now 8:41 pm, he figured she’d been sucking him for almost thirty minutes with no complaints. He then noticed he was about to have an orgasm.

“Oh shit, I’m real close Wendy. Go really fast and I’ll cum,” he said.

She looked him in the eye, shook her head, and mumbled, “OK.”

He didn’t want to piss her off, so he asked, “Cum in your mouth?”

Wendy again shook her head and tried to say “Yes.”

That was all Pearson needed to hear. He relaxed a bit on the couch and focused on his approaching climax. “Faster. And rub my balls, please.”

She did as directed, bobbing on his knob and fondling his testicles.

“Ohhh, fuck yes! Yes! I’m cumming!” Bob exclaimed. Wendy felt a gusher of warm semen hit the back of her throat, and then more jizz flooded her mouth as she continued to give him head.

Being the horny slut that she is, even if blackmailed, the redhead looked at her neighbor and smiled with his dick in her mouth, her eyes sparkling, knowing she had given him the sexual pleasure that Pearson desired.

She milked the remaining cum from her cock into her mouth then rose at the waist. Wendy opened her mouth showing him his milky white jizz, closed her mouth, and swallowed every drop.

“Damn, that was the biggest load I’ve had in a long time,” she said in a complementary manner.

Bob laughed, “I take supplements to increase my volume,” he told her. “I love shooting my load on a woman’s tits. Or her face if she’ll let me.”

“Good to know. I love both,” she said. Wendy went on to discuss the benefits of sperm on a woman’s skin. How the proteins work as an anti-aging serum. “Very similar to the proteins of silk cocoons. Have you ever seen the old Chinese ladies in the silk factories? Their hands and faces look thirty years younger than their true age. They run their hands on their faces all day. It’s amazing.”

“Why don’t we switch places, I want to eat pussy,” said Bob.

“Geez, Bob, can you at least treat me like a lady and ask me, not tell me,” an exasperated Wendy fumed.

“Sorry. It’s been a long time and I have a list of things I want to do today with you,” he admitted.

“Like what? Just so you know, I do not do anal,” she said firmly.

“Oh,” he said pausing. “Well, I guess that’s off the list then. Can I rim you?”

“No. My ass is an exit only,” she said.

Bob was a bit surprised that Wendy was so negative about the idea of ass-play since she was such an “active” woman. Again, he didn’t want to push things too far on his first rendezvous with his slutty neighbor.

Over the next hour plus Bob first went down on Wendy’s kitty giving her back-to-back orgasms, then they fucked in about five positions, and finally, they took a shower together with Wendy finishing him off with another blow job, this time taking his load on her tits.

As they dried off Wendy told Bob, “I was really dreading this tonight, to be honest. But you’re a damn good lover Pearson. And you have great oral skills. I should have you teach those kids how to eat pussy,” she said laughing.

“Is that a backhanded compliment?” he joked. “I understand, and I’m sorry I was such an ass earlier. No high school boy knows how to eat pussy. It’s an art. It takes a lot of practice and research…”

Wendy cut Bob off, “Research? What do you mean?”

“Yes, research. You need to know the anatomy of the vagina, and that the clit is the pleasure center. Most kids just want to stick their tongues in and lick,” he said.

“That’s the truth,” she said under her breath.

“And a guy needs a woman who will teach him. Show him her parts, tell him what feels good, how fast, how hard, all that stuff,” Bob said. “I had a dorm hookup in college who taught me all of that.”

“Communication is always key,” admitted Wendy.

“Yep. The girl who taught me then told a few of the other girls about my skills and I was soon swapping oral with four girls on my dorm floor. I’d get her off and then she’d get me off. It was a true win-win,” he said laughing.

“You’re kidding me,” said an astonished Wendy.

“I’ll have to let you read my texts with two of these gals. We reunited on Facebook and have talked about the fun we had,” he told her. “We’ve joked that we were the original ‘Friends with Benefits’ since it was 1985.”

“But you never fucked them?” Wendy asked.

“Well, after a couple of months, I did bone two of the gals. They were roommates, and I eventually talked them into a threesome,” he bragged.

“I have a whole new view of you, Pearson. I thought you were just the grumpy old man next door,” she said.

“I’m grumpy because I’m not getting laid,” he laughed. “But I think you’ll see a whole different Bob Pearson after today.”

He finished dressing, gave Wendy a hug and a passionate kiss, and floated out the door and back home.

End Ch 4