Just Being Neighborly

It was the second day in a row. My neighbor Bill was at a conference
in Providence and wouldn't be back home until the day after tomorrow.
His kids screwed up his computer.

Again.

"Ed, Lois called," my wife's note said. "I promised her you'd go
tonight and fix their computer again. I'll see you in five days.

Have a good time,

Marsha."

What was with the 'have a good time' all about? Marsha left around
noon to visit to her parents in Hartford She'd be gone until Sunday
night. It was just as well she was gone, we needed time apart from
each other. We had a couple of intense careers going, our professional
lives didn't leave a lot of time, or interest for that matter, in our
personal lives. I still remembered the conversation we had this
morning, it was almost a ritual now.

"What's wrong, Marsha?"

"Nothing. Or, nothing I want to talk about now."

"Nothing, and not talking about it" was pretty much the way our life
was. Well, two careers, long hours, those things take a toll on
marriages. Someday we'll have to talk about it, instead of just
muddling on. We've promised ourselves we'd do that, but somehow it's
never been the right time. It's no big deal, not to me. We had become
more like house mates lately, not husband and wife. The few times I
suggested intimacy -- very few, to be honest --she wasn't in the mood,
and the few times she did I was too stressed out.

I called Lois. "Wait a while before you come over, OK?" she said. "The
kids are wild, and yesterday I know they drove you nuts when you were
working. Wait until 9 or so, after their bed time."

I called Lois after I had dinner and caught up with some reading.
"Ready to be rescued?"

"Sure am. Come on over."

Lois usually wears jeans and pull overs around the house, it's a mom's
uniform, handy for chasing kids. Sometimes in the evening it's a
scurfy bathrobe over PJs. Tonight was a satin robe, satin slippers,
over -- who knows? "Girl clothes," she explained. "I want to feel more
like a woman than a mother for a little while today."

"Nice robe," I said. "Let me at the comatose Compaq, I hope I can fix
it quicker than yesterday. "

"Johnny did something, I don't know what. I'm gonna finish getting the
kids in bed, OK? You know the way to the den. I'll bring you a beer or
something when the kids are settled."

Lois and Bill finished a room over their garage, I guess you'd call
their den. I looked out of the window over their computer at my own
house. I'd rather be there than here, but neighbors help neighbors
where I live.

Bill had wired everything to a master switch -- the monitor came on,
the printer chugged, the high speed cable modem's lights flashed, but
the Compaq's LEDs were dead.

Shit. I began digging though the bird's nest of wiring. What the hell
did her kids do this time?

The computer's power switch was off! How could one of her kids have
reached behind the tower and do that?

Lois came into the room with a pair of beer cans and two frozen mugs.
"One to give you energy and one for me so you're not drinking alone,"
she said, just about the time the monitor showed the system booting.

"Oh? Fixed already?"

"The power switch was off."

"Oh? Oh. OK. Well, look, sit and have the beer, OK? I'd like to talk
with a real adult for awhile today. Besides, you're gonna be alone
this evening anyhow, right, just like me?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll stay for a little bit." I'd rather do some reading,
but hell, I had four days to do that.

"Good. Come on, sit on the sofa, it's more comfortable."

"That beer does look good."

Lois put coasters on the coffee table, and bent over to pour the beer
into the mug.

I watched the beer flow, then looked up a little. Lois was bent over
at the waist, round shouldered while she slowly poured. Her robe
wasn't closed all the way, it fell away from her chest.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

This bit of voyeurism wasn't part of the plan of the day. I mean, I
could see cleavage and one of her breasts, right to the nipple! I
could see well enough to know it was erect, that nipple was erect.
Like my cock was trying to get!

Lois looked up at me, still pouring. She had to know what happened,
she had to know I was looking. I quickly looked away. She smiled,
looked down again, concentrating on the beer flow. She might have even
bent her head a little more so she could look at her cleavage, but
except for that she didn't change her posture at all, if anything she
rounded her shoulders even more!

One part of my brain was working in the background -- she knows what
I'm looking at, she knows I'm looking down her robe. The other side of
my brain was shouting "Don't straighten out, bend over more!"

She was flashing me on purpose!

When my beer was poured she poured hers, then stood upright, her face
a little red, a little flushed. "It's nice to talk to a grown up.
There's more beer when you're ready."

Well, I wasn't about to stand up to get anything, It's one thing to
gauk at a woman, another to stand up with an erection tenting your
pants.

Lois sat beside me. I was occupied with my beer, working at calming
down. "The computer was just turned off, it was no big deal."

"Bill said I should be extra nice to you to make up for your being
here so late last night."

"It's nothing, that's what neighbors are for. The beer's good, tell
Bill it's no big deal." I know I wasn't being literate, I was working
hard enough at regaining my composure.

There was a quiet moment or two, while we sipped at the froth.

"That beer was good, want a refill?" I wasn't going to reject her
offer, the man part of me was hoping she'd put on a show again when
she poured it.

"I'll get us some more to drink," she said, getting up, unlocking the
door, and leaving the room. It gave me a chance to adjust myself, my
cock had folded itself in half as it pushed for expansion room.

Lois came back with some clear fluid in a pitcher, and a couple of
glasses with olives in them . "I remembered you like martinis as much
as I do."

She poured us each one. There was no show this time. That was just as
well, I thought. Messing around with my neighbor's wife was another
thing that was NOT on my to-do list. I still had lumps everywhere, in
my throat, and between my legs.

"Like I said," she said, "it's nice to talk to an adult, and to wear
something nicer than jeans for a change."

"Uh, that is a nice robe, Lois."

"Thanks, Ed. Bill likes when I wear it."

"I guess he would, like when you're home with him?"

"Not only then, it's nice for entertaining, too."

She started to say something, paused, took a deep breath, and spoke.
"Hey, Ed, you know Marsha and I are good friends."

"Sure."

"We talk about everything."

"Yeah, I guess you do."

"She told me you guys were having a little problem with intimacy."

Oh hell, that was too personal to talk about!

"That you're both working so hard you're often too tired for each
other."

Marsha never should have said that to Lois. "Hey, that's private
stuff."

"But I want you to know we talked about it, and even that you told her
if sex was so important to her she could go somewhere else for it."

I can't believe she'd tell Lois that. I mean it was true, but Jesus,
that's a personal as it gets!

"She even said she's thinking about divorce, Ed."

"Huh?" I didn't think things were THAT bad.

"Bill and me, we like the two of you, we wouldn't want that to
happen."

My head was spinning. Marsha talked about divorce with Lois? Before
she talked to me?

"I told her what Bill and I did to keep our marriage interesting, and
she said maybe that would help you guys, too."

This was going somewhere fast, but I didn't know where. "Uh, Lois,
that's pretty personal stuff, and it's between Marsha and me, OK?"

"Don't get mad, Bill and I like you guys, we don't want to see you
have those kinds of problems. We've all been talking about it, we're
worried about you. We don't want to see anything bad happen. So, we
want to show you how we solved our problems, OK?"


I was angry now. Divorce? Talking about it with the neighbors? Without
talking to me first? What kind of bull shit was this?

"What's going on, are you guys ganging up on me here, trying to get me
to feel guilty?"

"No, no. No guilt trips here, I'm not joking about trying to help."

"That's for me and Marsha to work out."

"In the end, that's true, but you know, sometimes you can learn from
someone else's experience. Hey, do you guys use your cam-corder a
lot?"

A change of subject. Good!

"No, not much, anymore. We use it when we travel, but we don't go away
that much now.."

Lois nodded. "We do that too, and we have miles of tape of the kids.
What about of yourselves, do you take videos of you and Marsha ever?"

"We did, once or twice, but I don't like the way I look. Marsha always
looks good, I don't."

Lois nodded. "We take tapes of the kids, sure, but Bill likes to take
videos of us, too. He takes videos of everything."

"Oh?"

"He likes to make videos of us mostly when we're away from here, like
on vacation or if we go on a trip together."

"That makes sense," I said. The erection I had earlier was fading, and
the flash of anger I was feeling -- well, I could deal with that. I
wanted to go home.

Lois had a different agenda. "Bill likes to take videos of me."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, pictures that we wouldn't want too many people to see."

"Huh?"

"Private, personal videos."

That got my mind spinning. "Uh, OK, I heard that lots of people do
that."

"Maybe you'd like to see some. Bill and me, we agreed to show you, if
you'd like."

"Show me?"

"You probably don't know that I'm a little bit of an exhibitionist
when we're away from home. Well, maybe you know now, I saw you looking
down my robe. "

"I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry..."

"No, no, I like it. Like I said, I like to show off. I'll show you one
of the videos, you'll see."

I was -- well, confused comes to mind. This wasn't like the woman who
had been our neighbor for five years.

She didn't wait for an answer.

She had everything set up. She pressed a couple of buttons on the
remote control, and the TV and VCR started.

She went to the door, checking that it was locked. "I wouldn't want
one of the kids to come in and see."

When she came back I could see her robe was a bit looser, and, well, I
could see her nipples pushing at the material. What the hell was going
on?

The scene opened with a pan of a desert scene. "This was last January,
when we were in Las Vegas. It's next to our favorite video."

The camera zoomed back as Bill -- I guessed it was Bill -- panned
around. He was standing on a balcony. It must have been at their
hotel.

"Nice," I said. It wasn't what I expected, what I expected was some
kind of sexy stuff with Lois. One part of me was relieved, the other
disappointed.

"Nice place."

"That was to set the scene, Ed."

The camera came on again, this time it was dark out. Bill panned
again, showing the empty hotel room.

"OK Lois," the speakers said -- Bill said, as the camera focused on a
door. It had to be a bathroom door.

Lois glided out -- she allways did walk like a professional dancer --
wearing some kind of a dressing gown. The focus tightened. The gown
showed bare shoulders, straps, the double layer of dressing gown and
night gown rendered any skin invisible. But where the under garment
ended, just at her knees, her legs showed through. Oh God, my erection
was coming back.

"Wait a minute," Bill's voice said, "let me kill this light, I want
you backlit in the doorway."

The scene went black, then as the camera adjusted the images came
back.

The robe/negligee almost disappeared -- the gap between her legs was
obvious, when she turned the swoop of her breasts were, too. I was
breathing pretty fast.

"That's a nice, uh. . "

"The word will be 'Ensemble', Ed."

"Nice ensemble, Lois. Sexy."

"We wanted it to be sexy."

Lois's image went from one room light to another, adjusting the
lighting until it was just right. I was glad the camera had the
sensitivity it did, otherwise there wouldn't have been much to see.

The video'd Lois looked at the cameraman. "How long?"

"He should be here in 5 or 10 minutes," Bill's voice said.

"Good."

The screen faded to black, then came alive again.

Same scene, same Lois sitting on the bed, fussing with her hair,
looking up at the door.

"He's here," Bill's voice said.

He was young, maybe mid 20's..

"I'm Frank," he said. He was handsome in a dark Mediterranean way,
looking a little dangerous, dressed in a black tee shirt, dark slacks,
sandals. He was carrying a black something, it looked like a suitcase
or briefcase of some sort.

"Frank's a grad student at ULV" the Lois sitting next to me said.
"Bill met him there last year."

"First, the money," Frank said.

Bill came into the scene -- the camera must be on a tripod -- he took
some money from his wallet, and handed it to him. "I hope you're as
good as you said, Frank."

"Better than what I said."

Lois sat on the bed. "So, show us."

He put the thing he was carrying down, took off a kind of cover -- it
was a boom box.

Music started. Who ever heard of that kind of music coming from a boom
box? Something Spanish -- Flamenco -- a Malaguena? Unquestionably
intense, unquestionably sexy.

This man had training in dance -- his movements were fluid, like
mercury flowing, as he reacted to the opening bars.

The piece wasn't 30 seconds old before his shoes were off.

It took almost a minute for his tee shirt to come off. His body
glistened, maybe sweat, maybe oil, but it almost glowed in the low
light of the room.

Bill moved the camera so he was filming over Lois's shoulder.

Frank said, "You can help."

He moved close to her, so close it wasn't hard for her to reach his
belt, undo it.

And it wasn't hard for him to shed his slacks, dance out of them, and
face her again, wearing what a lot of guys would think is too corny --
a kind of a leopard-skin jockstrap.

I was getting an erection again. Watching Lois watch him, knowing Lois
was sitting next to me, watching me watch her -- this was getting to
be an erotic overload.

"Come, dance with me," this image on the screen said to Lois.

I couldn't imagine how Bill felt, seeing his wife, dressed in that
'ensemble', in the arms of this nearly naked man. Seeing one of her
arms around his back, seeing, as they turned, her hand on his
buttocks.

Seeing his hands moving up and down her back, over her ass, lower, to
the hem of her robe, and up, under it, until it was cupping her ass
--he lifted it high enough so I could see her ass -- she wasn't
wearing anything under that ensemble! What would Bill have been
thinking, experiencing, as he saw this. What would I think, if it was
my own wife?

"Bill really liked watching this, he liked filming it," Lois said,
answering one of my unasked questions. "I liked doing it, too,"
answering another.

"Maybe you'd like to see Marsha do something like that," she said,
something I was thinking about, too. Maybe I would.

"I don't know," I said, thinking that my Marsha would never like
something like this.

"Marsha saw this film, she wanted to know what you'd think if it was
her, if that would make you want to have sex more often. . ."

Marsha saw it? There was a conspiracy here!

The images on the screen changed position, he was behind her, she held
his hands to her body, held them, maybe guided them, as they moved
from neck to crotch, touching, caressing her.

Bill's voice came over the speakers. "You do that, Lois, I'd like to
see you do that."

The Lois beside me on the sofa moved closer, put her hand on my knee.
I liked that but the video had my attention.

Lois was behind Frank now, and her hands were roaming over his chest
as he stood, not quite still with his own hands behind his head,
offering her whatever access she wanted.

"Go on, touch him, Lois, that's paid for," Bill said, and the camera
zoomed in on her hands as they moved over his chest,

over his abs,

until both hands covered his crotch.

"Can you feel him?" Bill asked.

She must have nodded yes, the camera didn't show her face. It did show
her hands move up on his belly, then down again.

"Oh, I feel him, I think Frank's getting excited," Lois's voice said.

His hands appeared in the picture, taking hers, guiding them to the
straps on his hip.

"Yeah, I'm getting excited," Frank said. "Pull there."

Velcro! The damned jock strap was held on with Velcro. She pulled at
the straps, they released, the jock strap fell away.

Her hands went to his belly again.

He took both of them, took them lower.

One found and held his shaft, the other cupped his scrotum.

"That's what you're looking for,' he said.

"Feels nice, Frank," I heard her say.

"You're starting to get me hard," he said. I looked closely at the
image. He was NOT fully erect! He was big, but not yet hard.

"What gets you hard, Frank?"

"What you're doing. Doing what I like to do."

"Tell her what you told me," Bill's voice said, "tell her what you
like to do.."

"I like the taste of women, I like to go down on women."

He took her hand, the one holding his shaft, took it to his mouth,
kissed at it, licked at her fingers. "I think you'd taste good."

"Oh, you're a bad man," Lois said, not stopping him. She looked at
Bill. "Is this included in the price?"

"Anything you want in the next 45 minutes is included, lady," Frank
said, answering for Bill.

"Anything? Then do what makes you hard."

The man image, the one named Frank, turned, and lead Lois to the bed.

Sat her on its edge, so her feet were on the floor.

"Lean back, Lois," I head Bill say.

She did, leaning back, supporting herself on her elbows, looking at
the man between her knees. Frank put a hand on each of them, urged
them apart.

"Bill was there, he was watching this?" I was having trouble
understanding a man who'd do that.

"Bill liked it. Don't you think it's sexy, don't you think you'd like
Marsha to do something like that if you were there?"

"Uh. . ." I couldn't quite get a coherent thought together.

"Let me get this robe out of the way, lady," the image on the screen
said. He untied her belt, opened the robe. The camera, behind her,
facing Frank, showed him between her legs.

Showed him pushing up the negligee, showed her lifting up so he could
move the entire mass of it higher than her waist.

Bill was moving the camera now, to the foot of the bed, and it showed
Frank nuzzling Lois's belly.

Showed him lifting her legs, so her knees were on his shoulders,

showed him sucking, licking, at the inside of her thigh.

Showed him wrapping his arms over her legs, positioning them between
her legs.

Showed finger tips meeting at her vulva.

Spreading her,

Exposing her.

It showed him going lower, down on her.

Showed Lois lifting to meet him.

Showed her mouth open, panting, pushing against the man between her
legs, as he explored her the way only a husband should.

"This makes me hard, doing this," Frank said after a while, lifting
his head up, his face wet with his saliva, her moisture.

"Show her how hard you are, Frank," I heard Bill say.

Frank untangled himself, stood up. He grabbed his cock, stroked
himself. His cock was full now, erect now, its head being exposed,
then hidden, as he stoked it.

"Want it, Lois?" I heard Bill say. "We paid for it, it's yours if you
want it."

The woman on the bed nodded, spread her legs a little more, lifted her
hips a little, presenting herself, and Bill focused in tightly as
Frank moved over her.

Looking for all the world like a man who had just done a push-up, held
up by his arms, his back was straight .and his back arched. Lois's
knees were cradling his hips, she had a hand between them, guiding
him..