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A Good Neighbor by Shooter3704

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A Good Neighbor 
(Shooter3704)


Chapter 1

It all started because my wife wanted to be a good neighbor. The couple who lived across the street from us had a dog. They also had a desire to travel and the mutt wasnít part of their travel plans.
My wife Nancy, or Nan as I called her, volunteered to feed the damned dog and water the houseplants while Don and Lois Lane traveled for a couple of weeks. Yeah Lois Lane, supermanís girlfriend. That was funny because Don certainly wasnít even close. Short, fat, and bald. Lois wasnít bad looking, a little bit chubby perhaps, but she had one hell of a rack. Great big puppies that wiggled and bounced when she moved. It was a lot of fun watching her go to the mailbox or get the paper from the driveÖnot that I looked, of course. Yeah, right!
Don and Lois were not bad as neighbors go, but when I learned that Nan had agreed to take care of the dog I knew without a doubt that it would be me who did the actual feeding and watering. Lois and Don lived across the street for three years or maybe a little longer. I had spoken to Don maybe ten times in that period of time. Nan and Lois got together for shopping trips and coffee from time to time. My point is we were not that close. I placed Don in his late forties or maybe even early fifties. Lois was younger by ten years or so.
I am, by the way, Arnold Waters, Arnie to my friends. I knew the chores would fall on me because I work at home. Iím a computer programmer and since I have no need of an office I stay at home and peck away on my keyboard. Nan works outside the home as an executive secretary to a company president. We both make good salaries at what we do.
The pattern was established the first morning after Don and Lois hauled ass out of town. Nan left for work telling me to feed the dog and water the plants. How much fucking water did the fucking plants need? Don and Lois were still in the fucking state.
Of course, being hen-pecked or pussy-whipped, I said I would take care of it. A few minutes later she called from her cell to remind me to give the dog his medicine. Not only did I have to feed the mutt, I had to doctor him also?
I did some work for a couple of hours and about mid-morning I crossed the street and fed the dog. I didnít water any plants. I really didnít care if they died or not. A couple of them were cacti for pity sakes.
The dog, whose name I didnít know or care less about was a big friendly creature. Mixed lab, collie, and maybe a few other breeds. I got the feed from the garage and filled his bowl. It was about then that I remembered the medicine I was supposed to give him. He looked as healthy as a horse and damned near as big as one. I tried to remember where Nan said the stuff was, but it wasnít happening so I called Nan at work and ask her. She informed me with execrated sweetness that it was on a shelf in the garage so I went looking.
I found it on a top shelf and took it down. Unfortunately I also brought down a box that fell and scattered crap all over the garage floor. I gave Fido his drops and started to clean up the mess. I noticed one of the objects was a photo album and out of curiosity I looked. I looked and I nearly shit.
The photos were all of Lois and she was naked or nearly so in every photo. Damn, she looked hot and sexy. I developed one hell of a boner while looking at the pictures. They started when she was somewhat younger, Still a little plump, but not so much. As she got older she got bolder. There were a lot of photos of her with various objects shoved up her snatch.
I forgot all about the dog while I sat on the floor and scrutinized the pictures. At about half way through the album I noticed that the photos suddenly changed to a better quality photo. To my untrained eye they looked professional. By the time I got to the last photo I was as hard as a rock. I had myself a diamond cutter hard-on.
I put the album back in the box and returned it to the shelf. I left the dog and went back across the street. I tried to finish a project I was working on, but my mind was filled with the images I had seen. I nearly attacked Nan when she got home that afternoon.
ďWow, what got you fired up?Ē she asked as we lay on the bed basking in the afterglow of a hard sweaty fuck session. I wasnít about to mention the album I had snooped through. I made up some cock and bull story that she seemed to believe.
The trip across the street the next morning didnít seem so difficult as it had the previous morning. In fact I jogged, sort of, across the street. I fed the dog, and made sure he had plenty of water. I even watered the plants before I got the box down and went through it again. I even remembered to give the mutt his medicine.
As I said earlier, Lois wouldnít win any beauty contest, but she certainly looked sexy all spread open with a zucchini in her cunt. Lois was in that allusive category of women who while not pretty would have to be considered cute. Sexy and cute. The next day I did the same thing. It was on the fourth day that I suddenly had a brainstorm. I figured there were other photos somewhere. Why would they have stopped? I went on a quest and I found the stash after a thirty minute search. Bedroom closet way back in the back.
At some point between using various vegetables and other objects, Lois graduated to real live cocks. Lots and lots of cocks. There were photos of Lois being fucked in a bunch of different positions by a bunch of different cocks. There were some of her with more than one man. She seemed to be enjoying herself in all of them.
The stash, as I thought of it, gave me many hours of viewing pleasure. I didnít count them, but there had to be several hundred. A few days later it dawned on me with all the action pictures there had to be some video somewhere. No way would they pass up the opportunity to capture the action on video. I went on another quest.
It should be noted that normally Iím not a snoop. Iíve always considered myself a decent person who protected my privacy and the privacy of others. I did feel some shame at what I was doing, but the excitement of discovering the raw sexuality of my hot neighbor was too much temptation for me to overcome.
I found the videos in the den on the shelf above the TV. It took me nearly a minute to find them because there was no apparent attempt to hide them. There were nearly two dozen DVDs all labeled with dates. They were in order so I was careful to put them back where I found them.
If the still pictures were hot, the videos were sizzling. The first ones were a bit jerky and the sound was hit or miss, but the action was good enough.
Lois was being fucked by a variety of men with a variety of cocks. Black and white and every hue in between. One man, two men, three men and a gang-bang or two. I couldnít help but notice that Don wasnít in any of the movies. At least the ones I skipped through. That was when I got the bright idea to copy them. Over the next few days I took three or four at a time and made copies. Yeah I know, rotten to the core.
During this time Nan and I were having a ball. With my new found charge of sexual energy, Nan was getting a lot of attention. Things probably wouldnít have turned out like they did if I hadnít got careless with the copied disks. One night I forgot to hide one and Nan found it on Saturday morning. The day before Lois and Don were scheduled to return.
Iím a golfer, or at least I think of myself as one. Actually Iím a duffer and only play cow pasture pool to have something to do. Itís an occasion to get out into the fresh air, shoot the shit with my friends, and drink a little beer with the boys.
I had just returned from a golfing expedition and I noticed Nan had a peculiar expression on her face. I also noticed she was holding the DVD in her hand. My bowels suddenly felt like water.
ďI can explain,Ē I said hastily.
ďOkay, Arnie,Ē Nan said. ďPlease explain why you have a dirty video in our house.Ē
ďOkay, I canít explain, just yet,Ē I said, sweating bullets. ďGoing to take some time to get it right.Ē Nan didnít like X-rated movies and she made that very clear. I had brought some home early in the marriage and caught hell for doing so. Nan and I had been married for nearly fifteen years. Nan was infertile so it had been just the two of us. I managed to catch the disk she threw at me and she left the room in a huff. Boy was I in deep shit!
I got a beer from the kitchen and went out onto the patio to attempt to collect my thoughts. I had opened the pool the previous week and the water look great. Still cold as whiz, but clear and clean. One thing struck me about what Nan said. She hadnít mentioned Lois. It seemed entirely possible she had only looked long enough to determine it was a forbidden disk. That gave me some leeway, or so I thought.
I sat, sipped, and contemplated my problem. Nan and I had a great relationship and as far as I knew we didnít lie to one another. One problem I have is Iím not a very good liar. Never have been very good at it, so as a rule I donít even try. I was willing to make the effort this time. I sat, I sipped the beer and I contemplated some more as I wrestled with my problem. I went to the kitchen a couple times to get more beer.
While I sat and sipped, it struck me that I had done something really bad. Something I had not considered until that moment. I had invaded Don and Loisí privacy. The enormity of it hit me like a ton of bricks. I reasoned I couldnít un-ring the bell, but I could get rid of the disks I copied.
I went into the den and looked behind the books where I had hidden the disks. They werenít there. I nearly panicked until I thought that perhaps Nan had already destroyed them. I went up the stairs to see if she had calmed down. It had been nearly two hours and Nan never could stay mad at me for very long. It just wasnít in her nature to hold on to a mad spell.
She wasnít in her sewing room where she usually went to settle down from something I did. I walked softly down the hall to our bedroom and peeked in through the slightly open door. That was when I really got a shock. Nan was naked on the bed. Not only naked, she was slowly fingering herself while staring at the opposite wall where the small TV was located. Even as surprised as I was I pushed the door open a bit more and saw that she was watching one of Loisí disks. It was a later one where Lois was being serviced by two black men. Front and back and then both of them fucking her ass and pussy.
I backed up and beat a hasty retreat back to the patio and the beer. This was going to take more thinking and a lot more beer. Nan had masturbated for me occasionally, but always reluctantly. She did it, but she always seemed uncomfortable doing it with me watching. I didnít know if she did it when I wasnít around or not. As far as I knew she didnít have a dildo, but as I learned from Loisí pictures there were a lot of things that could be used.
At thirty-two Nan is still as hot as she had been when we got married. Maybe even more so. She was sexy as a young woman and a lot sexier as a mature woman. She took good care of her figure and to me she looked better now than the earlier years. Her breasts are a full thirty-four C and Iíve spent many hours playing with them. Her nipples are so sensitive that I can make her cum just from playing with them.
I drank a couple more beers and wasnít any closer to a solution than I had been when I started. I may have even lost some ground. Beer will do that. Finally I had enough so I went back up the stairs to face my dilemma.