The Neighbor [The Complete Collection] by Abby Weeks

to get, or at least, that was how it seemed.
    —Ah, Malcolm, allow me to introduce you to my neighbor, and friend, Janey Carver. Janey, this is Malcolm French. A business associate of mine.
    Malcolm was a little younger than Henry, but not much. He was probably in his mid-fifties, tall, with grayish hair and a handsome face. He was clean-shaved and in good physical condition. He had a tan like Henry’s and Janey imagined that they probably spent a lot of time together golfing or yachting.
    —I’m enchanted, Malcolm said from where he was standing, next to Henry.
    Janey smiled up at him as she lounged, languorously on the bed. She sucked in her stomach and pushed out her breasts and bum, trying to heighten her sexual attractiveness. She was doing an excellent job if Henry and Malcolm’s reactions were anything to judge by. They were both watching her every move. She felt important and special to be lying there, receiving all of their attentions.
    —You’ll go easy on her, I’m sure, Henry said to Malcolm.
    Malcolm nodded. Henry looked at Janey questioningly. He raised an eyebrow as if to ask if this was ok with her. She nodded. She was ok with this, whatever this was, and definitely wanted it to continue.
    Malcolm took off his blazer and put it on the back of Henry’s chair. He began opening the buttons on his white shirt, one at a time. Janey got up on her knees in front of him and helped open his pants. She felt inside his shorts and found his hardening cock and took a hold of it. She pulled it out of his shorts so that she could look at it. This was the penis that was going to allow her to get even with Ben. This was her ticket. She felt that if she could just get this cock to orgasm in her pussy, she’d be showing Ben and Suzy that she wasn’t weaker than they were and that she had as much right to happiness as either of them did.
    Malcolm pulled off his shirt and got out of his pants, shorts and socks so that he was completely naked. He got up on the bed next to Janey and began kissing her passionately. He was a pretty good kisser. Not bad at all for a fifty-something year old. Janey let him kiss her even though it gave her a strange feeling of guilt. She looked over at Henry while she kissed Malcolm. He had pulled the leather armchair closer to the bed so that he could watch closely as she and Malcolm made love. She felt as if having Henry there made everything ok. It was as if his presence legitimized the encounter.
    Malcolm reached up and took a hold of her breasts and began to knead them softly in his large hands. The way he was gently massaging them felt exquisite. Janey leaned her head back and let Malcolm lick and kiss her neck and breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it while lightly pressing the other between two fingers. She leaned back and got off her legs, wrapping them around Malcolm’s well-built torso. He took his cue and began to move down her body with his mouth, stopping when he reached her aching, pulsing vagina.
    For so many years, Benjamin Carver had been the only man who was allowed access to that special place on her body. She felt cheated at all the years of faithfulness and devotion she had given him. It was time for her to break free. First, she’d let that valet touch her. Now she was letting this man, Malcolm, caress the folds of skin around her pussy with his mouth. She breathed out in pleasure as he took the inner lips of her pussy into his warm, wet mouth and sucked gently. He sucked on the skin and flesh, pulling blood into the nerves and creating an ecstasy of pleasure down in her clitoris. She closed her eyes and arched her back, thrusting her pussy into Malcolm’s face. Her breasts were arched forward, her head pressed downward into the mattress. The feeling of being eaten by a stranger was exquisite. She flushed as she reached a series of gentle orgasms that fluttered throughout her body and continued for over a minute. All the while, Malcolm kept sucking