Sex with Her Neighbor: An Interracial Cuckold Story
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Lane Masters
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Smashwords Edition
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Copyright 2011 by Lane Masters
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All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events or locales is purely coincidental. This material is intended for mature audiences only.
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Sheila leaned back further in the lawn chair and ran a finger under the top of her candy red bikini’s waistband as she covertly watched her new neighbor, Marcus, glide the lawnmower over the grass. What twist of fate had brought this hunk of raw masculinity to live next to her at this time in her life? She had initially met the tall, buff black guy two weeks ago, and her eyes had almost popped out of her head at her first sight of him. He looked exactly like the fantasy guy she had invented recently, a figment of her imagination to spice up her lackluster sex life. She and her husband, John, seemed to be a bit bored with each other in bed lately, and she had to do something to spice things up!
But Marcus, oh god, he sure didn’t look like he could ever be boring! As Sheila watched him thrust the mower back and forth, she had to force herself to keep from drooling. He stood a few inches over six feet, his head smooth shaven, with a tiny gold hoop earring contrasting with his dark, lustrous skin and giving him an exotic look. Broad shoulders gave way to unbelievably toned biceps, and Sheila wished he would strip off his t-shirt, so she could get a peek at the abs that she knew had to be totally ripped. Eying the bulge in his pants, Sheila couldn’t help but think of the “big, black cock” myth. Was it actually a myth, or was there some reality to it?
Lying out in the sun while Marcus mowed the lawn seemed innocent enough. Would he realize she had picked this time to get some sun specifically so she could watch him?
Sheila had learned through the neighborhood grapevine that Marcus owned two gyms plus a physical training company, which explained the unbelievably good shape the guy was in. He had bought the recently foreclosed house right next door, and Sheila was still in shock.
Last night, as her husband had tried half-heartedly to bring her to orgasm, Sheila’s thoughts had returned again to her fantasy lover. Only this time, he had a name. Marcus, of course. At that moment, she remembered her previous neighbor, Old Mr. Branson, so called by everyone in the neighborhood. She had been completely grossed out the morning she found out that his bedroom window was directly across from her kitchen window. She had not really wanted to see Mrs. Branson giving him a hand job. Sheila had immediately closed her kitchen blinds and not opened them since.
But now, it wasn’t Old Mr. Branson’s bedroom. It was Marcus’. What might she see if she opened her kitchen blinds, now? With that thought, all the blood in her body flooded her pussy, where her husband still patiently stroked. Seconds, later, the hardest orgasm she had enjoyed in months slammed into her, and she clutched her husband tightly as she screamed out in pleasure.
Now, Sheila could not get Marcus off her mind. First thing this morning, after John had gone to work, she had grabbed his set of binoculars and opened the kitchen blinds, only to feel her twisted little hopes die as she realized that the curtains on the other window were completely closed. Leaving the binoculars on the counter, she had stewed most of the morning, but by afternoon, she had hit on a plan. And now, it was time to put it into action.
Sheila stood up from the lawn chair and languorously stretched, swishing her pale, blond hair over her shoulder. She knew that Marcus was watching, as he had mowed that same exact spot for the last three minutes. She could surmise he liked what he saw, as she was aware that most men found her rather attractive. Blond hair, blue eyes, with large, perky boobs. She worked out at the gym several times a week, and her body was toned and hard. The bikini certainly showed off her curves to the greatest advantage.
After stretching, Sheila turned to the cooler next to her and slowly bent to retrieve two cold bottles. Glancing back, she immediately saw that Marcus’ eyes were riveted to the inviting roundness of her ass, and she could not help but grin to herself as she stood back up.
Smiling warmly, Sheila crossed the yard, into Marcus’ territory, and he let the mower die as she approached.
“Hey there. It’s a pretty hot day. Why don’t you take a break and share a lemonade with me?”
Marcus smiled, his eyes running up and down her body. “I bet no one ever tells you no, do they?’
Sheila smiled and twisted the top off her bottle of hard lemonade, after handing the other to Marcus. He twisted the lid off his and took a swig as well. “Nice. It’s got some kick.”
“Yeah. I call it ‘grown-up lemonade’” Sheila chuckled. “So, did you get everything unpacked and moved in?”
“Pretty much. I have some boxes still stored in the garage, but I figure I will get to them eventually. Everything important is taken care of, though.”
“I saw the painters here the other day, and I wondered how the redecorating was going. I would love to see what you have done with the place.” There. She had done it. How much more blatant could she be about asking to be invited in?
“Well, why don’t you come see?’ Marcus smiled as he ushered the beautiful young blond into his new house. He hadn’t had a woman over, yet, and he had wondered who to get to help him christen his bedroom. The first time he had met Sheila, he had been rather disappointed to learn that she was married, but now he was kinda glad. The way she had watched him over the last couple of days had left no doubt that she was drooling after him. And married women tended to have more of a “no strings” approach than single girls. A little fooling around and they could both go their merry way. No relationship business to worry about. Just hot and heavy sex.