TITLE    : Finding Her Way Ch. 05-07
STORYID  : finding-her-way-ch-05-07
SUMMARY  : Wife gets permission from husband to fuck neighbor.
AUTHOR   : LilyMoreno@lit
DATE     : 2013-11-21
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |neighbor|wife|husband|missionary|voyeur|exhibitionist|sweet date|


Chapter Five



Coming to her senses with Zack's words ringing in her ears, Heather could only gape at him open-mouthed. She was splayed out on her kitchen counter, his fingers still buried in her pussy, her vagina still clenching in waves of pleasure in the aftermath of her explosive orgasm.



After giving her a deep kiss, Zack awarded her a naughty grin as he showed her his fingers dripping with her cum. "You were magnificent, honey, and I want to fuck you, if you'll let me." His cock was so hard he bet he could lift his Lamborghini all by itself. 



Face burning up with mortification at what she just let happen, Heather shook her head. "You promised. You said no fu-fucking," she stammered, over the words that rarely pass her lips. 



"It's fine, honey, don't be afraid," Zack murmured, as he tenderly kissed her forehead. The little sweetheart was so inexperienced she could barely utter the words fuck. He wanted to teach her everything about pleasure, wanted to cart her off to his bedroom and never let her go until he had won her heart. I'm pretty sure that her husband has been her only lover, and judging from her reactions, that orgasm was her first. 



Zack has been drawn to his beautiful neighbor ever since he first saw her. He made a point to be outside and visible every time she popped out of her house. Sometimes he felt ridiculous at his actions, feeling like a strutting peacock preening his feathers just to get noticed. He felt too jaded for this, but Heather's innocence beckoned to him. It was apparent though, from the first, that his attraction was reciprocated and each sneaky look that she gave him sent his imagination into overdrive.



"We're attracted to each other, and baby, you know we will have sex, sooner or later. Of course, you love your husband, I'm okay with that. I'm more than fine with sharing. Don't worry, Heather," Zack gave her another one of his deep, drugging kisses. He caressed her back, soothing her with his calming touch. He pulled back and gave her a level stare, "I'll take care of John, I'll bring him on board. We won't fuck until he's okay with all of this, alright?"



Heather's mind churned with all the possibilities Zack's words brought up. A smile lit up her face and she eagerly nodded her head, relief at the thought that he will be talking to John and that everything will be fine. She threw her hands around him and gave him an enthusiastic kiss. She has been going around feeling burdened with guilt at her attraction to him, and his words lightened it up considerably. "How will you convince John?"



"Leave it to me. When will he be coming back?"



"Tomorrow night." Zack gave her another lingering kiss as he lifted her off the counter.



"I'll talk to you once the whole lot's been settled," Zack said as he went out the door. 



He forgot the sugar, Heather thought to herself as she settled in to sleep later that night. 



Heather had just finished clearing up, after her breakfast when she saw Zack walking toward the house. 



Excitement immediately flooded her body, goose bumps running up her arms at the anticipation of seeing him again. I'm worse than a 'tweener' with a crush, she berated herself, but my oh my, does he look scrumptious. She took a peek at her appearance before she ran off to open the door to him. 



"Hi," Zack grinned at her, "I'm taking you to the beach for the day. No need to bring anything but a swimsuit, I've brought food, sunscreen, wipes, towels, drinks, you name it, I've got it."



You certainly do, baby, she answered silently, eating him up with her eyes. "Come on in, I'll just go and get ready," Heather flashed him her dimples as she went up to get changed.



Get a hold of yourself, girl, she addressed her reflection, it's just a day out. Yeah, and Disneyland is just another theme park, retorted her inner red she-devil. She turned and looked critically at her figure, wondering if the bikini was showing too much skin. She covered it up with a sheer wrap-around dress. You're fine, you're a hot momma today, continued her inner pep talk. One day with Zack, and I'm already talking to myself, she mused, the smile that lit up her face undimmed ever since she saw him today. I look like I ate a hanger, and it was stuck in my mouth. His appreciative smile was all the reward she needed as she came down the stairs. 



"Hello there gorgeous," Zack all but snatched her arm as he pulled her in for a brief kiss. "Much as I would love to eat you up, I don't think you're ready for it yet. Come on, we'll just have a fun day at the beach," he said as he guided her to his SUV. He didn't think Heather was ready for his lifestyle, period, but damn, if he would give her up. The smiles she gave him ate at his soul, and it galled him that John had her first. It's a good thing that he liked to share his women, or he would have broken her marriage without a second thought. 



Heather felt happiness bubble up within her as she watched Zack handle his powerful vehicle. He looks so sure of himself, confident of where he wants to be, she thought. Glancing at her, he took her hand, kissed it and placed it on his thigh. She felt a thrill at his actions, feeling cherished, which she hasn't felt for a long time with John.



Zack set up the blanket and the food when they got to the beach. She beamed up at him when she saw him brandishing a bottle of champagne. He poured it into the glasses he produced from the hamper. "You really prepared everything, didn't you?"



"To us," he clinked his glass with her and leaned in for a kiss after they took a sip. Zack pried more from her that day than she had opened up to anybody in a long time. She didn't think she was that interesting of a person, but he listened like what she was telling him was of the utmost importance. He also told her that he designed security systems and worked mostly from home, with the occasional trip locally and internationally, wherever needed. He also had one remaining relative, a younger sister who recently got married and he moved so he could be closer to her.



She fell deeper and deeper in love the more he told her. Any doubt that she felt about him he erased with each look, each caress that he gave her. 



All too soon, their day came to an end. She was silent on the way back, and Zack held her hand as he reassured her, "I'll talk to John as soon as he comes home. You don't have to change anything about your life, but I will be your lover. He can accept it or not, but I won't go away and I won't let you go. Leave it all to me; I'll take care of it." He saw her to the door and turned to go after he gave her a sweet if somewhat chaste kiss goodbye. 







Chapter Six



Heather prepared dinner that night in a jittery state. She was shocked that she was okay with what Zack was proposing, and, truth to tell, she didn't know how it would all pan out. Her love for her husband was undiminished, but she was beginning to care for Zack in a way that she had not cared in a long time. She felt that Zack jolted her back to life from a long slumber. She wanted to embrace what life was offering her, and she did not want old-fashioned morals to hamper her happiness. At the same time, she didn't want to leave her husband behind.



She knew her husband, and he was as old-fashioned as she had been. John would be shocked at first, but she knew he loved her, and would want her to be happy as well. She hoped he would be open-minded about this, not be as anal-retentive as he had been of late. 



The first clue she had that John was home were the arms that suddenly snaked around her waist. "Hey, why are you so jumpy? What did you prepare for dinner?"



"Just spaghetti and meatballs with some salad. How was the team building?" She raised her face up for a kiss, searching his face for a clue that he might have an inkling about Zack. She felt guilt was written all over her face, and the fact he remarked on her jumpiness made her tense up even more. She wanted to blurt it all out, but she didn't know where and how to start. 



She listened as John raved about the resort and laughed at some of the things they were made to do as a group on their weekend event. He looked so happy that she just let him ramble on, unwilling to bring up a topic that would sure as hell ruin his day. Nobody wanted to hear that the life you thought was ideal was far from being perfect. 



They were just storing the dishes back in the drawers when some sixth sense made her look out the window. She saw Zack walking up their path and she tensed up as she waited for the bell. "That's Zack, I'm expecting him. He has something to say," she told John as he looked at her quizzically.



The door opening brought them face to face and Heather couldn't help comparing the two. They were both very good-looking and comfortable in their skins, but Zack somehow drew the eye. "John," Zack began, "can I talk to you?"



"Come on in," John invited him in, and he looked back at Heather askance, as if wanting to ask right out what this was about. "Would this take long?"



"You might want to be sitting down for what I have to tell you," warned Zack. 



John indicated the sofa and asked him if he wanted anything to drink. He got a whisky for himself when Zack declined. "So, what is this about," John asked as he made himself comfortable on the chair opposite where Zack sat. Heather just stood, not knowing what to do. 



"First of all, Heather loves you, but she wants me as well, and I intend to have her as my lover. You can be on board or you can walk out the door, that's your prerogative. I'm just telling you because I'm not the type to sneak. I am open to menage, though, and I think both of you will benefit from the relationship that I'm offering." John was standing up before Zack even finished. He flashed Heather an accusing glare and slammed the door on his way out.



Heather was so unnerved by his walkout that she started when she felt Zack's hand on her arm. "I expected him to be furious, and I know he'll be mulling his options after he's cooled down, but I'm still overwhelmed by all this." Zack gathered her into his arms and made shushing noises.



"Heather, we'll be okay. I will still be here no matter what he decides. I've got you. You sure as hell got me, whether you want me or not." Zack pulled back a little and smiled into her eyes. "I will give you time to think things over and to talk to him, but I'll be back tomorrow, okay?"



Relieved, Heather nodded and saw him to the door. She hasn't realized that the restlessness she had been feeling was because she was no longer happy with her marriage. She was willing to work it out with John but only if Zack were present in their lives.



John eased into bed with her a little before dawn. He didn't smell like he had been drinking. "Where have you been," she asked huskily, "I was worried about you."



"Were you?" John sat back up to switch on the lamp. He leaned against the headboard, his arms held defensively across his chest.



"Yes, I was. I care about you," she insisted.



"Do you?"



"Stop it! I may want a relationship with Zack, but I still love you. I want you both in my life."



"What do you want me to say, Heather?"



"I want you to say yes," she said huskily, giving him a soft kiss. "We haven't done anything yet, but he says we can, you know, do it together. You can watch us and I want you to watch." She was feeling him up through his pyjamas, and she felt his cock twitch at her words. 



Heather smiled slowly as she divested him of his clothes. John sat stonily at first, but his body couldn't hide the fact that he was interested in what she and Zack was proposing. She licked his ear, alternately blowing and licking while slowly sliding her hands up and down his now rigid cock. She leaned back, looked at what she was doing and asked him, "do you want that?"



A moan and a nod was all John could manage. "Make love to me, John," she leaned in and gently bit on his lower lip, which made him moan louder. "Shush. You'll wake the neighbor, unless you want that."



For the first time in their marriage, she was instigating their lovemaking. A low level arousal has been buzzing in her body since this morning, and she was with John all the way this time. She even came before John, her cries filling up the night. "Baby, if this is the benefit of me agreeing, hell, I'm in."



What she didn't tell him was that the open drapes and the thought of who might be watching made her uninhibited and made it all the more exciting.







Chapter 7



Butterflies were dancing in Heather's stomach all morning as she waited for Zack to call. John had already departed for work, somber but not exactly unhappy at the turn of events. It was almost lunch and she was on tenterhooks, wondering what Zack had in mind next.



Zack walked in through the open kitchen doors, and he grinned devilishly at her expression. "What? I've already had my fingers up your pussy; surely I can walk in unannounced." He bent to kiss her as he placed a package on the breakfast nook. "I've got a present for you," he said as he drew back, "open it."



There were two boxes. The first one contained a penis-replica with branch-like protrusions. She looked at him open-mouthed. "Never seen a rabbit vibrator, honey? I will teach you how to use it. Open the other one." The other one looked like a rounded silicone mini-Christmas tree. "Oh, baby, you look so innocent. That is an anal plug. It's to train your ass to take a cock, so you'll be ready for both John and me together."



Just to look at him made her aroused, and his words made her blood pool with desire. "I know what a vibrator is, but I don't know what to do with these," indicating the branches.



He took her hand and they went up to the bedroom. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Wait for me there," he went inside the bathroom and she could hear sounds of water splashing. Heather was so excited she could barely lie still. Her pussy was already throbbing and Zack had barely put his hands on her. 



The rampant erection he was sporting was the first thing she saw. The second was the vibrator and the anal plug. "We won't be using the anal plug yet. That's to come later, and you'll be using it for the rest of the day. Open your legs, baby, and touch yourself." She went in straight to her vagina, and Zack shook his head. "Lost your way?" He sat beside her, and guided her fingers to her clit. "I touched this before, remember? See how much better this feels."



"Now this 'branch' as you call it," Zack said with a smirk, "is what's called a rabbit. It goes and encloses your clit." He slowly inserted the lubed-up vibrator and turned it on low. 



Heather's body arched, taut as a bow. "Oh, God!" She couldn't describe how it felt, only that her senses zeroed in on the vibrations and the waves of pleasure that pervaded her being. Zack took her hand and placed it on the toy.



"Take it, baby, take command of your pleasure. Here," he guided her to a half-reclining position. He sat with his back to the headboard and placed her between his legs. The position allowed her to see her pussy and what Zack was guiding her hand to do. "These are the control buttons, you can make it faster," he pressed it and made her groan, "Or slower." 



"You're torturing me, Zack," Heather panted. She couldn't concentrate. Zack's body was enclosing her, his cock digging a hole in her back, she felt too hot, and she couldn't decide if she preferred it slow or fast. She just wanted this feeling to last.



Zack notched up the tension higher by taking her breasts and massaging them. He licked a path from her shoulder to the back of her ear, drowning her in sensation. Heather felt scalded by his heat, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear. "Zack! I'm coming!"



"Not yet, baby. It gets better if you wait," he switched off the toy and swiftly removed it. Her pussy protested as it gave the toy up with a small pop. Heather wanted to hit him. 



"I'm going to kill you after you make me come," she turned to him and demanded "let's do it now, or I swear..."



The fiend laughed. He laughed! He really is a sadist; she fumed silently as she gripped his arms. Zack turned her head and kissed her so deeply she forgot what she was about. She shifted so she was now kneeling on the bed facing him. Heather put her arms around him and responded fervently to his soul-destroying kiss. "Make love to me now, Zack."



Zack felt as if his head would explode. He looked at her passion-drugged eyes and felt humbled that she chose to be with him. "Heather..." He laid her on her back and took a long look at her precious body. Her pussy was glistening with her juices and he couldn't wait to taste them. First, he needed to see if her nipples were as ripe as they looked. 



Groaning with a hunger he couldn't contain, Zack laved one cherry-red nipple with the tip of his tongue. He painted circles until her back bowed off the bed, and looking into her eyes, took the peak into his mouth and suckled deep. Heather made noises that made his dick so hard he wondered how he hadn't drilled a hole in the bed. He made sure that the other nipple didn't miss out, and she almost unseated him with her buckling.



"Settle down, baby, I haven't even eaten your pussy yet." 



"Zack, oh God, I need you. Hurry, please!" She looked him in the eye and swore, "I promise I'll suck your cock hard, if you make love to me now."



Groaning out loud at this, Zack burst into action. He kneed her thighs wide apart and donned the condom he laid next to the pillow. "Heather, baby, you're so hot you're burning me alive." He rubbed the head of his cock in her moist opening, drenching it with her cream. He pushed in a little, moaning at the tightness of her little-used vagina. "Your poor pussy's about to get ravaged, but you will love it."



"I already love it, Zack," she whispered. And she does. Her vagina felt so empty it was already clutching frantically at his cock. She widened her stance and braced her feet, preparing to welcome his thrusts. He dug in a fraction more, and then withdrew, little thrusts that spread her lubrication on his long stalk. 



He looked into her eyes just as he lunged deep. Heather opened her mouth to scream out, but no sound escaped. Zack stole her breath away with each slow and deep stroke. The ache in her womb intensified instead of easing up. "Zack!"



"What do you want, Heather? Take a look at us, look down and see yourself getting fucked, baby. Do you want it harder? Or so slow that you can feel each glide? Tell me!" Zach held her shoulders up a little so she could see down their bodies. 



She could see her pussy lips clinging desperately to his cock with each glide out. The sight was so raw that she whimpered at the visual shock. Her walls gave a little pulse that made Zack grunt out. He slid out slowly, and then thrust so hard she slid up a bit on the bed. It was so good; she couldn't help moaning out so loud she was thankful that her only neighbor was the one fucking her now.



"Hard, Zack, I want it harder!"



"Say fuck, Heather. I want to hear you talk dirty," Zack stopped, still buried in her up to his balls. She could see his pubic hair tangling with her damp ones. She couldn't take her eyes off them, it added to the sensation and her pussy was pulsing like mad it was like a heartbeat.



Heather raised up her eyes to meet his and said deliberately, "Fuck me, Zack, I want you to fuck me hard."



Zack went into overdrive, fucking her so hard the bed creaked and shook. John had never pounded her this hard, and her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. She took her breasts and put the nipples between her thumb and fingers, squeezing them. Her hips were jerking up in welcome, and their moans filled the air.



"Yes, that's it, Heather, fuck me back. God, that's a tight fucking pussy," Zack encouraged her movement by cupping her hips. 

<hr pg="2" />Heather didn't know that sex could be this good, and she didn't want it to end. She wailed and gasped out, the feeling inundating her senses drowning out everything. She felt the pressure build up, and she knew she would be coming for the second time ever with a cock in her pussy. 



"Aaaahhh!" Heather couldn't help screaming out loud. The world exploded and she felt her whole existence narrow down to the cataclysmic orgasm that Zack was giving her. "Oh, God!" Her back bowed as if electrified, willing him not to stop the killing pleasure. 



Zack gritted out his teeth as her pussy almost strangled his dick with each ripple. He was coming, and he was coming hard. "Shit! I'm coming. Fuck!" His seed shot out and he felt her pussy squeezing every delicious drop out of him. Waves of pleasure hit him and he shuddered at the aftermath. His hips thrust once, twice, and one last time as he buried himself deep in Heather's body. 

