The Stud

"Yes, yes...oh God," she screamed.

I smiled as I heard her grab on to the headboard in sheer ecstasy. Her body writhed wildly and I had to be careful not to get kneed in the face as my tongue darted in and out of her slit then slithered up and down the folds of her magnificent pussy. I surrounded her stiff little clitoral button with my lips and ever-so-lightly nipped at it with my teeth, causing her to fill our bedroom with shrill screams of pleasure.

I don't think there was any limit to the number of orgasms I could give her with my talented, oral manipulations. At least I never found one. I had been going strong for almost an hour; she was on her fourth or fifth climax, maybe it was her sixth, I'd lost count. All I knew for sure was my tongue was getting tired and I had yet to get off. It was time to slip inside this passionate creature. I lifted myself and moved into position.

With pure, animalistic lust, Britney released her grip from above her head and reached down to guide my rock hard love tool into the soft, wet confines of her vaginal walls. Every thrust produced sounds of rapture emanating from my loving wife. After a little while, I knew she was on the edge yet again, but this time so was I. With a final push my entire body tightened as we both came together in orgasmic bliss. For a brief moment I'd sworn that the world ceased to exist for anyone but my Britney and me.

As we lay in each other's arms, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern, I thought back to when I was a teenager and how I thought sticking my tongue into a girls snatch was gross. Thank goodness for Stan, my older brother, and the lectured he gave me, decreeing just how stupid that kind of thinking was. Had it not been for him, I doubted I would be lying next to my loving bride.

I met Britney in college when a friend of mine pointed her out to me in the book store. He said he'd never seen anyone who enjoyed being eaten like she did. He was sure she preferred it to intercourse.

You can imagine how my ears perked up. Since that talk with my brother, I practiced every chance I got and considered myself an aficionado in the art of cunnilingus.

It took three dates before I was invited to demonstrate my expertise; it was well worth the wait...for both of us. My buddy was right; she enjoyed it like no one I'd ever known. From that night on, neither of us dated anyone else. We were perfect for one another, not only in the bedroom but in our everyday likes and dislikes as well. We fell in love and were married the year after graduation.

Four years later here we were, exhausted after enjoying one another with the same intensity we had on that first night. I smiled to myself and pulled her tighter into my body as we slipped into dreamland.

***

After experiencing the fifth worst winter in its history, the entire Midwest was looking forward to spring. Britney and I were certainly no exceptions. She couldn't wait to starting working on her famous tan and I was anxious to get out to the course and hit that little white ball around. Unfortunately, it was only the first Saturday of April and neither was possible yet. The temperature was still in the forties and half the streets were flooded from the melting snow.

After breakfast, Brit and I decided, since we couldn't do much else, it was a good time to clean the garage. It was late in the afternoon and we were both getting tired when Bruce, my best friend, neighbor, and golf partner popped in with a six-pack.

"Hey you guys, I saw you out here working hard and thought it was time for a break," he said handing Britney and I a bottle.

We both thanked him and agreed. We went into the kitchen and sat at the table for a well-deserved rest and some conversation. Bruce started it.

"You guys aren't the only ones getting a jump on spring cleaning. I saw Dottie doing the same thing over at her place this morning."

"No kidding," Britney remarked, "how's she doing?"

"Okay, I guess. She did say she still missed Bill a lot."

"Oh of course; hell, they spent half a century together. I'm sure she'll miss him until she joins him," said Britney.

"What was she doing at the house?" I asked. "Is she moving back in?"

"No, she was getting it ready for the new tenants. She's got it rented out again."

"Oh no, she doesn't; to who this time?" I asked.

"I don't know. All she said was that they were a young couple."

"God, I hope they're not like that last jackass she rented to," Britney interjected.

"Yeah," responded Bruce, "those fricken dogs of his kept me up half the night, all the time."

"You're not the only one, they kept the whole damn neighborhood up," I said with a slight tinge of anger as I remembered back a few months.

***

We lived in a nice quiet area of Arlington Hills, about fifteen miles northwest of Chicago. Britney's dad gave us the money for the down payment on our house as a wedding gift. It didn't take long for us to make friends and we've been very happy since the day we moved in.

The one fly in the ointment was the Tolliver house. Bill and Dottie Tolliver had the smallest house around for blocks. It was only a two bedroom with one dinky bathroom, barely what you'd call a starter home, but they were an older couple, their kids were all off on their own, so it was fine for them.

Well, much to everyone's shock, one day Bill fell over in his front yard with a massive heart attack. They were a nice couple and the whole neighborhood was praying he'd make it but it was not to be. Dottie didn't want to live there alone so she moved in with her daughter and son-in-law and put the house up for sale. The problem was nobody wanted a place that small, so after it had been on the market for a year without so much as a nibble, she started to rent it out.

Her first tenant was a young woman, not bad looking but a little stand-off-ish. She was only there a few months when she decided she didn't like our winters and moved back south to somewhere in Tennessee.

Next came the asshole. His name was Bobby, not Bob, Bobby. He had two dogs that he kept in the back yard and they did nothing but bark and howl all night long. He also had two or three girlfriends and a host of drinking buddies that would come and go until the wee hours of the morning. He didn't even try to fit in around here and I don't think anyone in the neighborhood liked him. He finally moved out just before winter and the place had been standing empty since then; until now, apparently.

***

"Did she say if they were from around here?" asked Brit.

"Nope, she was just finishing up by the time we talked. She looked like she was anxious to get going so I didn't want to hold her up."

"When are they supposed to move in? Did she say?" Britney asked.

"No," Bruce answered, "but the way she talked I'm sure it'll be soon."

Just then we heard a knock at the front door and Bruce's wife, Cathy, poked her head in. "Anybody home?"

"Yeah," Britney yelled, "we're in the kitchen."

With the rotten weather we'd been having we hadn't seen each other for a little while so there was more than enough gossip to catch up on and before we knew it, it was time for dinner. I ordered a pizza and it was well into the night by the time they left.

Two weeks later I was coming home from work on a Friday night and looking forward to the first warm weekend in a long time. I worked as an account rep, for a fastener company. We made specialty screws, nuts, and bolts to the customer's specifications. I had the largest territory in the company and there was always some crisis popping up here or there; it was the nature of the business. There were days I felt like pulling my hair out but the job paid well and it looked like there was a future to be made there so every day I gave it my best.

As I passed by the Tolliver house I saw a U-haul truck in the drive. Well, I thought, I guess we're about to meet our new neighbors.

Britney worked in the office of an insurance company and got off at four so she was already home and greeted me with her usual hug and kiss. We didn't have any particular schedule for making love but Friday nights were always a given. I could tell by the tongue action she gave me that Britney was looking forward to it as much as I was.

I followed her into the kitchen to help with dinner and my eyes instantly fixed on what was sitting in the middle of the table.

"Mmmmm, pineapple upside down cake; what's the occasion?"

"No occasion," she said pulling something out of the fridge. "Business was slow so I got off of work a little early today and thought I'd use the time to do something nice for my man. Besides, you're going to need the sugar rush for tonight."

I looked over and she had this mischievous little grin on her face. I've seen that look many times before and knew I was in for one hell of a night.

"I'll get started on the potatoes if you want to chop up the stuff for the salad," she said.

"Deal," I replied. I figured the faster we ate the faster we could get down to business. "Did you see the U-haul over at Dottie's place?"

"Yes, I did. We should probably go over there tomorrow and welcome them to the neighborhood, maybe bring them a bottle of wine or something."

"I suppose. I didn't see any dogs running around the yard, did you?"

She chuckled. "No, no dogs, all I saw was the truck."

"Yeah, me too; we still have a bottle of that blackberry wine down stairs, we'll take that. I haven't found anyone yet that doesn't like that stuff."

"Yeah, that'll be fine, honey."

"Maybe Bruce and Cathy would like to come along."

"They won't be home, remember; they left for her folks place in Wisconsin. They took off just before you got home. They'll be gone the whole weekend."

Since Britney mentioned it, I did remember them telling us that. Oh well, I thought, Brit and I would just have to do the welcome wagon thing by ourselves.

After dinner we took our cake and a cup of coffee out to the living room to eat while we watched a little TV. It didn't take long before Britney undid the buttons on my shirt and slipped her hand inside to rub my chest. I put my arm around her as she snuggled into my body. After a minute or so I felt her hand leave my chest and travel southward. She unzipped me then unbuckled my pants. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I felt her sneak under the elastic of my shorts.

My body inadvertently jumped and I leaned my head back against the couch when I felt her fingernails scrape along the tightly stretched skin of my erection.

"Oooh," she cooed softly into my ear, "is my baby enjoying himself?"

"Oh yeah," I sighed.

I felt my lovely wife slide her body down to the floor. She took a hold of my trousers, I lifted my hips and within seconds I could feel the cool leather of the couch under my bare ass and the air hitting my prominently displayed hard-on.

My breathing became more ragged in anticipation. I let out an involuntary groan as I felt her tongue start from the very bottom of my balls and slowly lick her way to the top of my cock. I felt the warmth of her precious mouth as it engulfed me.

Over the next few minutes she teased using her lips, her teeth, and her tongue to drive me to the very brink but not over the top.

I sat consumed by a euphoric fog.

"Don't move," she whispered. "I'll be right back...and don't open your eyes."

Her short absence gave me just enough time for a thousand questions to run through my mind. What was she up to?

Before I could begin to guess she was back. I felt something wet and cold surrounding my dick. I couldn't take it; I open my eyes to see what she was doing.

There knelt my cherished wife taking slices of pineapple and sliding them down my cock. She looked at me and giggled as she started to nibble away. The sensation was too much. I exploded, spewing cum into the air only to have it fall back down and mix with the sweet juices of the sequestering fruit.

Britney never missed a beat as she savored the erotic cocktail. By the time she was done with her dessert I was hard again. "Sorry," she said looking up at me and wrapping her fingers around my love pole, "but you're all sticky. There's no way you're putting that in me until we get you washed up. Come one," she said pulling my pants completely off so I could walk.

I follower her upstairs where we both hopped into the shower. Britney and I were staunch supporters of water conservation. To us it made no sense to shower alone.

I let my hands glide up and down Britney's luscious body, building her feminine body wash into a slippery, sensual lather. She turned and backed into me, reaching around with her hands and pulling me closer. She laid her head back on my shoulder with a sigh as my hands skated along the silky smooth, slick flesh of the woman I loved. Before running out of hot water, we had slipped, slithered, and slid each other to an earth shattering climax.

Once we dried one another off, we headed for the comfort of our bed. I came two more times, who knows how many times Britney came. I glanced at the clock as we snuggled together in preparation of a good night's sleep; it was past two in the morning.

The next day started much like the night before ended. I couldn't believe the morning woody I had after coming four times just a few hours before, but there it was, standing proudly.

It didn't go unnoticed by the vision of loveliness lying next to me either. Britney cooed into my ear as her left hand felt its way to my tent pole. She obviously awoke as wet as I did hard because within a few seconds she straddled my hips and lowered herself with ease. Brit leaned forward with a big grin, placed her hands on my chest, and started to rock back and forth. Within minutes we reached ecstasy together.

After we showered, dressed, and ate, I think we both felt like we could lick the world. We were a truly happy couple.

"So, what do you think...you ready to go over and meet our new neighbors?" asked Britney as we finished a late breakfast.

"Yeah, why not," I replied. "Let me get the wine and we'll take off."

Britney took my arm as we strolled along the sidewalk to the end of the block. I was a little surprised when I saw them still moving things in from the trailer. Maybe they need some help, I thought. As we got a little closer I had second thoughts about helping them.

"What the..." I said quietly enough so only Brit could hear me.

She gave me a slight poke in the ribs as if to say, 'don't judge a book by its cover,' but these two didn't look like anyone I would include into my circle of friends. The guy had long black stringy hair. There were several gold rings that traveled up the outside of his left ear and both earlobes had a hole in them the size of a dime. There was yet another gold ring protruding from his left eyebrow and he seemed to have tattoos everywhere.

The girl standing next to him was almost as bad with rings sticking out of her lip and eyebrow. She also had a small stud through her nostril. She was covered a little more than him but I was sure she had her share of tattoos as well. What a pair, I thought.

I was thinking about turning around and walking back to the house but my friendly wife killed my plan.

"Hi," she greeted them with a cheery voice and an outstretched hand. "My name is Britney, this is my husband, Taylor. We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."

"Hi, I'm Skip," he said shaking Brit's hand first then extending the courtesy to me. "This is Joy."

In spite of his appearance, he seemed like a friendly enough guy. I did have a problem with summing people up based solely on their looks sometimes. I considered it a character flaw and something I had to work on. No time like the present.

"We brought you a little house warming gift," I said with a smile. I presented him with the bottle of wine.

"Ah, we don't really like wine," he stated. "Why don't you keep it."

Okay...yeah, sometimes I rush to judgment based on people's looks, but sometimes first instincts are the best. I didn't consider his rebuke of our gift very sociable. Even if they didn't like wine he could have taken it, said thanks, and poured down the drain after we left.

"Oh, okay," I said in a tone that wasn't all that cordial. "Then I guess we'll enjoy it ourselves over dinner tonight."

Britney tried to be gracious and strike up a conversation but they acted like we were bothering them so we said our goodbyes and left after only a few minutes.

"I wonder if Dottie even meets any of these people before she rents out her house to them." Britney said on the way back to our place.

"Good question, I doubt it."

As far as I was concerned, I didn't need any more contact with our new neighbors and I knew Britney felt the same way.

By May first, winter was just a bad memory. The trees were budding, the birds were singing, and golf season was upon us. The street was just starting to glow from the cresting sun as I drove over to Bruce's house. He was all smiles as I popped my trunk so his golf bag could keep mine company on the way to the course.

"Hey Pal, what a beautiful morning for a round a golf," he said.

"Yeah, let's hope you feel the same way when we're done," I joked.

"So, did you meet the new neighbors yet?"

"Oh yeah; Britney and I went over there with a bottle of wine when they first moved in. The guy told us to drink it ourselves."

"He did? Was he joking?"

"No he wasn't joking. The guy's a jackass. Even Britney didn't like them and you know her, she likes everybody."

"Huh, they seemed alright to me. You just don't like all the piercings and tattoos."

"No, it wasn't that, they were rude. I was going to offer to help them carry some of the furniture in but changed my mind when we tried talking to them."

"They were probably just tired, or maybe they'd just had a fight or something."

"Possibly," I responded, "but they sure haven't gone out of their way to be friendly. I haven't seen them since we went over there."

"I don't know, maybe they're embarrassed by the way they acted. Cathy and I ran into them in the store the other day and they seemed friendly enough then. We talked for quite a while."

"Maybe they were tired, like you said. So, Brucy old buddy, same as last year? Loser buys the beer?" I asked, changing the subject.

It was so nice to get out on the course again. The crappy winter made us appreciate the beautiful weather all that much more. There was still a little fog in the air as we approached the first tee so we waited a couple minutes for it to lift. When it did there were three deer crossing the fairway, not thirty yards in front of us. Neither Bruce nor I played very well but we didn't care, it was just great to be out there.

On the way home Bruce asked if I was going to have a Memorial Day party. Britney and I started throwing a back yard Bar-B-Que, slash party about three years ago and it's become kind of a tradition. Between neighbors, friends, and relatives we had over forty people at the last one.

"Yeah," I answered. "We haven't really talked about it but I don't see why not."

"Alright," he said with a big smile, "I'll have Cathy call Brit and see how we can help.

Over the next couple of weeks Britney and I started to make plans. Bruce and Cathy were over as we were going through the list of invitees.

"Are you going to invite our new neighbors?" asked Bruce.

"Who... you mean the two renting Dottie's place? No," I told him, "they're not on the list."

"Come on, Taylor, the whole neighborhood's going to be here. You're going to hurt their feelings if you don't invite them. Give them another chance."

I looked at Brit. She looked at me and just shrugged her shoulders.

"Okay, honey, put them on the list, what the hell."

As word got out about the party, everyone volunteered to bring a side dish, or in some cases, liquor. In the past we grilled hot dogs and hamburgers but Britney suggested we do it up right this year and get ribs. Since all we had to worry about was the main course, I agreed. Besides, it gave Brit a chance to show off her new recipe for bar-b-que sauce. Damn it was good.