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Down with my Neighbours

I walked in the front door about eight-thirty, fully an hour after my usual coming home time. Another twelve-hour shift at the hospital had turned into a thirteen-hour shift, thanks to a late call at six-forty-eight. As a pilot on a VIP ambulance, I was accus Raghav ed to the unpredictable schedule of calls but I was quite irritated none-the-less. It was cus Raghav ary for the oncoming pilot and crew to relieve the off-going half an hour early, just to avoid the sort of late-flight I'd just been on. But my relief that evening, a fat slob of a pilot who should have been grounded years ago, had not yet been there when the call came in. So off I'd flown to our city's rural area to pick up some poor slob who had been smashed to bits in a car accident.

I hadn't bothered calling my wife to let her know I'd be late. She was a nurse who used to work on the ambulance with me. It was, in fact, where we'd met, and she knew not to worry if I didn't show up at home on time. She no longer had the problem of waiting for relief. A rising star at the hospital, she was now firmly rooted in the administration. She wore business suits to work each day instead of scrubs, made ten thousand a year more than me now, and she was always home within ten minutes of five-thirty.

Trooping through the hallway from the garage, where I'd parked my car (a Maruti Onmi, what else do people in our income bracket drive besides mini-vans?), to the living room, I stopped at the kids' respective bedrooms to look in on them. We had two of them, ages four and six. Radha put them to bed each night promptly at eight o'clock, whether I was home or not, and tonight was no exception. I gave them each a kiss, careful not to awaken them, and then continued my trip to the living room. I was feeling vaguely horny and hoping Radha would be in the mood for a little poke in the whiskers tonight. She wasn't always on work nights, the stress of her job tiring her out easily, so I had been forced into the all too common husbandly role of taking it whenever I could get it. My aspirations slipped down a few notches as I heard girlish giggles coming from the living room. She had a guest, a somewhat unusual occurrence. Radha was a homebody personality if ever there was one. She wasn't much into girlish small talk.

Curious, I entered the living room. Radha, wearing her favourite pair of old sweats and a T-shirt was sitting on the couch, a glass of white wine in her hand. Her face was flushed in a manner that immediately told me she wasn't on her first glass of wine. Sitting next to her was Sonakshi, our next door neighbour.

Sonakshi and Raghav had moved into their house the day after we'd moved into ours, both of us purchasers of brand-new homes in a brand-new subdivision. Raghav was an accountant of some sort. He was a nice enough guy but somewhat of a dweeb. We borrowed each other's tools, discussed each other's landscaping schemes, but that was about it as far as socialization went. His wife, Sonakshi, was a petite woman who probably weighed about ninety pounds soaking wet. She was attractive without a doubt. Like most males, I'd even wondered a time or two what she would be like in bed, but I'd never had a lot of contact with her. She and Radha had a relationship similar to Raghav 's and mine. They talked about their houses, they borrowed cooking supplies from each other once in a while, and that was about it. Radha and Raghav had no kids and we had two of them. It's uncanny how much of a barrier that simple difference represents in the bonding of two couples.

So it is safe to say that I was a little surprised to see Sonakshi sitting in my living room drinking wine with my wife. As far as I knew, such a thing had never occurred before.

"Hey Baby," Radha hailed as I entered the room. She giggled a little, letting me know this was probably not the first bottle of wine they'd opened. Radha was not a giggler. "Late flight?"

"Yep," I said, nodding. "Thanks to that idiot Rick." I turned to Sonakshi. "Hi, Sonakshi."

"Hi," she said, blushing, giving me a look that told me she knew something about me I probably didn't want her to know. I wondered what the two of them had been talking about. Radha was not much of a drinker. Though very stoic when sober, she had a tendency to run her mouth and reveal embarrassing things when she'd had a few. Once, at a hospital Christmas party, she'd revealed to my boss that I'd cheated on several of my pilot's written exams. "Your wife's been entertaining me tonight. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," I answered politely, casting an eye on the three-quarters empty Chardonnay bottle. "Where's Raghav ?"

"Oh," she pouted, "he went to a stupid basketball game tonight."

She seemed rather angry about this. What was wrong with going to a basketball game? I went to them all the time. Especially on those rare occasions when our city's team was in the running for the play-offs.

"Oh," I said neutrally, not wanting to slam a fellow male. "Well, that's too bad."

Radha got up, walking over to give me a kiss. "It's their anniversary," she explained softly, knowing as wives do, what was going through my mind. She kissed me on the lips, lingering over it, letting her tongue slide briefly into my mouth, something she only did when she was horny.

I glanced over at Sonakshi as Radha withdrew from me, giving her an apologetic look. The anniversary thing made it different of course. If there was one thing women revered it was the anniversary. Any male would be ill advised to treat such a thing lightly. But I was more interested in Radha's tongue and the promise of later pleasures its invasion into my mouth entailed. Hopefully Sonakshi had already poured out her sob story, been consoled, and was ready to leave so my wife and I get down, as it were, to business.

"And it's my goddamn fertile period too," Sonakshi blurted, immediately turning red and apologizing for her outburst. She seemed to be in disbelief that she'd said such a thing.

I found myself unable to offer any comment to that statement. Sonakshi had told Radha a few months ago and Radha had told me that they, Raghav and Sonakshi, were trying to have a baby and it had been without results so far. This was definitely ground I wasn't about to tread upon. "Well," I finally said, "I'm gonna go take a shower and get out of this flight suit."

Radha giggled again, a sound I'd very rarely heard in our marriage. "Why don't you take off the flight suit and then take a shower," she suggested.

This broke the tension. While I stared at my wife, who was not prone to cracking jokes, Sonakshi began giggling too. "Yeah," she said, holding her hand over her mouth. "It'll probably work better that way."

I smiled, heading for the bedroom. "All right. I think I've taken enough abuse from you two."

I walked to our bedroom, which also contained the master bathroom and shut the door behind me. I unzipped my fluorescent blue flight suit and dropped it to the floor, walking over to the shower and turning it on. While gathering up a towel, fresh underwear, and my own favourite pair of sweat pants, the door creaked open and Radha strolled in.

She walked up to me, grabbed me around the neck, put her lips to mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her right hand dropped down to my cock and began caressing it in a way she knew I liked.

Immediately turned on, feeling myself stiffening to her touch, I put my arms around her and returned her kiss. "Mmmm," I said, smiling when she withdrew. "Is somebody a little horny tonight?"

"I'm so horny I'd fuck a table leg," she said, dropping to her knees and pulling my underwear down, all in the same motion. She slurped me into her mouth, deep throating me.

I moaned, staggering backward, grasping for support from the wall behind me. Like many married men I was not accus Raghav ed to my wife taking my cock into her mouth. She still did it on occasion, which is better action than many of my married friends can claim, but it was still no better than an annual event. I groaned as she bobbed up and down on me, sucking gently with her lips and swirling her tongue around. As abruptly as she'd started however, she pulled back, standing up and licking my lips.

"I can't wait," she told me matter-of-factly, "to have you inside me."

"Why wait?" I returned, grabbing her and pulling her to me. "Drop those sweats and let's do the nasty."

She grinned, pushing me away. "Sonakshi's still here. We can't do it now."

"Get rid of her," I hissed, pulling her back to me and sliding my cock into her crotch where it rubbed against her sweats. My hands began squeezing the familiar cheeks of her ass. I thrust several times for emphasis.

"Just wait a little," she told me. "She's kinda down in the dumps tonight. Her prick husband went to the game on their anniversary. She needs someone to talk to."

"Let her talk to her Mom," I said, thrusting again. "I wanna fuck you."

"Later," she told me, pulling away. "Take your shower and then come down and have a drink with us." She offered me a sensuous grin. "She won't be here long."

"All right," I finally said. "But let's make it quick."

My dick stayed semi-hard all through the shower. After getting out and toweling off I brushed my teeth, put on my clean underwear and sweats, and found a T-shirt in the closet to throw over my chest. I combed my hair, since we had a guest, and put a few dabs of cologne on for Radha's later benefit.

Before going back into the living room I stopped at the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. Cracking it open, I entered the living room. The two women were sitting next to each other on the couch, giggling about something. I saw that Titanic was playing on the VCR, the volume turned low.

"Titanic, huh?" I asked, sitting down in my favourite recliner and putting my feet up. I asked Sonakshi, "Have you seen this as many times as Radha has?"

"Probably more.
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