Neighbourhood Watch (26 page)

‘You’re sick,’ Joanne told him.

Ted stared at her solemnly. ‘What you were trying to do with that gimp was sick,’ he said quietly. ‘You shouldn’t have been trying to publicly unmask him. If that poor boy wanted to keep his identity secret you should have respected it.’

Joanne came close to striking him. She lifted the crop and was about to slash it down hard against his face when her wrist was clasped in a powerful grip. She turned around and saw that Ted’s brother held her arm. He plucked the crop from her fingers and threw it aside before releasing his hold on her. His smile was frustratingly genial as he said, ‘Denise has just untied
your
gimp and sent him home. Perhaps it’s time you went home too?’

Joanne shifted her glare from Ted to Phil and then back to Ted. She had never known such pure outrage as the fury that now flooded her system. ‘Sick, am I?’ she sniifed, remembering Ted’s insult. ‘Let’s see how sick you think I am when I start to hand out my Polaroid collection.’

Ted shook his head. ‘There are two reasons why I don’t think you’ll do that,’ he said quietly. He took her to one side, away from Phil, guiding her with a firm grip on her arm, and lowered his voice. ‘I don’t think you’ll do that because you know it would be wrong,’ he began. ‘And I don’t think you’ll do that because I’m sure you’re not really that stupid.’

Joanne pulled her arm from his grip. This time the urge to strike him was almost irresistible. Seeing that Phil was watching them carefully, she realised she would be overpowered before she had a chance to vent her frustrations properly, and her inability to control the two men would no doubt make a humiliating spectacle. ‘I’ll show you how really stupid I am,’ she growled. Then, realising the words probably weren’t the best way to conclude an argument, she rushed away from him. She couldn’t decide if she should head for the sanctuary of her home or try to cause some more upset before ending the day. But she was determined to get her revenge on someone.

‘What’s happening, Max?’

Megan managed to ask the question with a cooler delivery than she had expected. Standing by her husband’s side – at midnight, in sunglasses, her coat slightly open to expose her stockings and much more bare flesh – Megan thought she looked like a parody of sexual chic. And somehow, she thought, the innocence of her question worked.

Max, she conceded, managed to respond with equal poise. A crowd of neighbours stood on the lawn before him, watching his sexual antics with avid interest. His wife had returned to find him naked on the step, butt-fucking Linda from number six. Yet the only expression he chose to show was a genuine yet understated pleasure at seeing his wife.

‘Megan,’ he exclaimed cheerfully. ‘It’s so good to see you. I was just playing with Linda.’

He thrust himself deeper into the redhead and then pulled back a little. She moaned in response. Her hands were on her knees, the nails buried into her flesh. Her face was twisted with bitter satisfaction.

‘You’d gone out,’ Max continued. ‘Aliceon didn’t know where you were. So I thought I should take advantage of the opportunity to become a good neighbour and do some suburban socialising.’

Megan nodded. Inside her stomach she felt a thrill of urgent need for him. His innate coolness, the way he was able to act as though he had mastery over every situation, these were the reasons she thought him her ideal man. The sight of him casually fucking Linda, while he spoke to her about being a good neighbour, lit a blaze of desire in her loins.

‘Suburban socialising,’ she repeated.

He nodded, grinned and thrust himself into Linda again. She moaned.

‘And,’ Megan started carefully, ‘you’re doing your suburban socialising on the doorstep because …’

‘… because we have an agreement that nothing happens inside the house,’ Max concluded for her. He continued to ride Linda as he spoke, his head tilted politely towards Megan. In an offhand tone he asked, ‘Have you been anywhere nice?’

Megan thought for a moment before saying, ‘I’ve been doing some suburban socialising of my own.’ She
stepped
closer, kissed him lightly on the cheek and reached for his erection. He was buried so deep into Linda’s anus that she could only just touch the base of his cock. But it was enough for Megan to hold. She saw he was studying her with a concerned frown and brushed his obvious worries aside. ‘This is a trick I just learned whilst I was suburban socialising with the Graftons. You’ll love this, Max. You’ll absolutely love it.’

Max remained still and silent. Megan got a firmer grip on his cock and slowly eased it back and forth into Linda’s backside. She placed her free hand on her husband’s rear, encouraging him to sway his hips backwards and forwards as she helped him fuck Linda.

‘The Graftons taught you this trick?’

‘Do you like it?’

‘I should really want to punish you for learning something like this,’ Max admitted. ‘But I have to be honest and say I’m impressed.’ He was grinning as he added, ‘It’s pretty damned good.’

Megan bit back a rush of adoration for her husband. She didn’t want to spoil their understated exchange by being the first to display excitement or affection, but she longed to embrace him and tell him how much she loved him.

He was right to describe her new trick as being pretty damned good. It was an incredible sensation: feeling Max’s sticky stiffness in her hand, working it in and out of their grateful neighbour’s warmth, knowing she was involved in the pleasure of both people and that they were all contributing to each other’s satisfaction. In the background she could hear Linda’s mounting sighs and the murmur of their neighbours behind them. But the main thing she listened to was Max’s deepening groans as she worked him more swiftly in and out of Linda’s body.

‘That’s such an intimate sensation,’ Max told her. He placed an arm around his wife’s shoulder and kissed her hungrily on the mouth.

‘I knew you’d like it,’ Megan grinned as she continued to thrust his cock into Linda.

‘We’re going to have to do this more often,’ Max insisted. ‘But I still think I need to punish you. You seem to have forgotten who the master of our house is.’

Megan searched his face to see if he was joking. With a quickening heartbeat she realised Max was deadly serious. His muscles bulged and his face wore a flint-hard expression she only ever saw in the moments before he treated her to the cruellest discipline.

‘Janey?’

Jane turned sharply at the sound of the voice and then sighed with relief when she realised it was only Denise. Laughing at her own paranoia, fairly sure that no one else at the party had recognised her beneath her disguise, she embraced her friend and said, ‘Thank you for inviting me to the party. I had no idea it would be so much fun.’

Denise grinned. ‘You had a good time?’

‘The best ever,’ Jane assured her. Deciding it would be polite to ask about Denise’s evening, trying not to dwell on the fact that she had happily parted company with her early in the evening and made no attempt to hook up with her afterwards, she asked, ‘Did you enjoy yourself?’

‘I had an informative night,’ Denise said enigmatically. ‘I found out what excites my husband and I now know what I need to do if I want him to get me pregnant.’

Jane raised her eyebrows. ‘Derek’s agreed to get you pregnant? I didn’t even know he was at the party.’

‘That’s not exactly how it’s worked out,’ Denise said carefully. ‘Derek wasn’t here. I popped home briefly. And I now know, once he sees me polishing his car while I’m wearing a thong and a pair of heels, he’s going to be willing to give me what I want.’

Jane laughed. ‘You’re learning how to get your own way.’

Denise kissed her gently on the cheek. ‘I’ve been taught by the best, Janey.’ With only a slight bitterness in her tone, she said, ‘I just wish I hadn’t spent my night with Phil. That might have prevented things working out perfectly.’

Jane didn’t understand the comment. ‘Phil is Ted’s brother, isn’t he? The mechanic?’

Denise nodded.

‘A couple of the people I spoke with said they were surprised to see him at the party this evening. They didn’t think he’d be fully functional after his recent vasectomy. Is that what’s spoilt things for you?’

Denise didn’t answer at first. She digested Jane’s words with a stunned expression. A slow smile blossomed on her lips and, before Jane saw it coming, Denise grabbed her in a crushing embrace and smothered her face with grateful kisses.

‘Jesus, Janey! I am so going to satisfy you the next time you’re in my bed.’ She giggled briefly, then returned to kissing her friend. ‘I’ll make you come so hard you’ll explode. I mean it. I promise. I really do.’

‘Jesus yourself, Denise,’ Jane gasped. She pulled herself from her friend’s embrace and studied her with a wary smile. ‘I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve your gratitude, but you know I’ll be happy to exploit it. What did I say that’s got you so fired up?’

Denise shook her head and said, ‘I might tell you when we next get together.’ Brushing the subject aside, belatedly embarrassed by her display of effusiveness,
she
said, ‘Joanne’s gimp asked me to pass on a message.’

Jane glanced over her shoulder as though she expected to see the gimp standing there. The rest of the party crowd were disappearing to their homes on Cedar View, but she was disappointed to note that the gimp wasn’t visible.

‘He had to get home,’ Denise explained. ‘He said his wife would be wondering where he was if he didn’t get back soon. But he wanted me to tell you that he’ll see you on Tuesday, like you agreed.’

Jane closed her lips to stifle a triumphant grin. Trying to appear nonchalant, she glanced towards her house and noticed a light in the bedroom. ‘I suppose it’s just as well that he’s gone for the night,’ she conceded. ‘It looks like John’s back home and there would probably be questions if I stayed out much later.’

She paused, remembering that Joanne had been on the verge of exposing the gimp’s identity before they had all fled from the party to investigate Linda’s screams.

‘What did he look like? Under the mask, I mean? Did you see?’

Denise shrugged. ‘I suppose he looked a little bit like your husband, only without glasses.’

Jane smiled at the idea of the gimp resembling her husband. It was so absurd it was almost plausible.

‘Are you going to tell John that you’ve found another man?’

Jane considered this for a moment and then laughed. ‘Imagine me telling John I’d met a gimp at a sex party,’ she giggled. ‘He wouldn’t understand what I was talking about. He’d think I was speaking in tongues.’ Shaking her head she said, ‘I think I’ll keep this secret from John for as long as I possibly can.’

* * *

Linda couldn’t believe the couple had been able to sustain her pleasure for so long. Max had striped her with consummate skill and taken her to an extreme of ecstasy as he rode her on his front step. The appearance of the party guests had satisfied an urge inside her to be noticed and watched, and then Megan’s intimate involvement in her climax had made the moment complete. But now, as he stiffened inside her and prepared to explode, she realised that her best climax of the evening was still to come. Her anus was obscenely wet from his penetration. Her backside still throbbed from the punishment earlier, and she knew that some of the partygoers were continuing to watch the impromptu show she was providing.

The encroaching climax built with a menacing force. She tried to steady her breathing, frightened that the power of this orgasm would render her unconscious. She could feel the pleasure welling like the threat of an explosion and she knew, when it did tear through her, the force would be devastating.

When Max’s erection finally pulsed inside her, Linda screamed with pleasure. Megan held his length, her warm, sticky fingers tracing circles on the sensitive flesh of Linda’s sex and anus. The sensory overload left Linda gasping and shrieking as the waves of delight rolled through her again and again and again.

As her thoughts came back from the misty red euphoria of her climax, Linda could hear the shrill ring of a telephone. Her muscles ached and trembled and she tried to pull away from the cock that remained buried in her anus. But Max and Megan refused to let her go.

‘How was that, Master?’ Megan asked.

‘That was good,’ Max allowed. ‘But not so good that you can forgo your punishment.’

Linda looked back over her shoulder and saw that Megan was frowning. ‘Why should you need to punish
me?’
she pouted. ‘I haven’t broken any of our rules. I haven’t reneged on any of our agreements. I didn’t do anything in our home. I organised for you to get laid while I was involved in my own suburban socialising. And I’ve even shown you that new trick that we’re going to use again and again at various parties.’

Max nodded. ‘Yes,’ he agreed. ‘You’ve done all those things. But I’m still going to punish you.’

‘But why?’

Linda strained to hear Max’s response, as anxious to know the answer as Megan clearly was. She was pained when he pulled out of her. She shivered as a final ripple of pleasure tickled through her body, then felt a sense of emptiness. Megan distractedly helped her to her feet.

‘Why are you still going to punish me?’ Megan asked Max.

‘Because you know we’re both going to enjoy it.’ He kissed his wife chastely on the cheek and turned to slap Linda good-naturedly. ‘I’d stay and chat,’ he told Linda, ‘but my phone’s ringing. Maybe I’ll see you again some time?’ Without waiting for a reply, he turned and disappeared into the house.

Megan placed a hand on her arm. ‘It’s Linda, isn’t it?’

‘Yes.’

‘I’m sorry I came back so late. It would have been nice to make your acquaintance properly. I’d best go and join my husband if you’re leaving now.’

Watching Megan follow Max into the house, Linda realised she had been dismissed. She hadn’t even reached down to retrieve her coat from the floor when the door was closed on her. Shocked by the abrupt end to the evening, she tried to make sense of what had happened and work out whether there would be any consequences from the folly of the evening. She
glanced
towards the lawn, where the guests from her party had been gathered. They had all gone. There were fewer cars on the street than when she first called on Max and she suspected that some of the partygoers had gone home, while the others were in her house saying their goodbyes.