I moved six months ago onto Alicia Court. It had ten houses around the court that were built in the eighties. My house was at the very end of the center of the keyhole, with two-story houses on each side.
When we were unloading the truck, Kevin noticed a good-looking lady watching from her front porch. He nodded to her, and I saw her. She had a beautiful light-tan complexion, slim and athletic looking. A vision if I ever saw one.
As Kevin was unloading the last box into the house, she came over and asked when my wife would be coming. “My wife?” I laughed and answered, “Not yet. I haven’t found her yet.” I smiled at her, appreciating her beauty.
“Ah, well then, I’ll ask you. Brian and I‘d like to invite you over for dinner this Friday. Usually, I ask the wife, but since…”
“Since I don’t have one, you’ll ask me. Well, I’ll accept. I’m Ray Berry. It’s Brian, and?”
“It’s Naomi, Naomi, and Brian Estrada.”
“I thank you for the invite, but I’ve got a mountain of work to get done.” So I went back into the house to Kevin.
Naomi? That’s a nice name for a fox. I wonder if she has the same proclivities as most of the other foxes I’ve known. Does Brian keep her under a lock and key? My mother taught me not to be selfish, and I don’t like selfish husbands. I think I’m going to enjoy living here.
When I carried in the last box, I grinned at Kevin, and he raised his eyebrows. “Well, I think I like the scenery here a lot better than I did over on Sycamore.” Kevin and I shared grins, and he gave me a high five.
We spent the rest of the day arranging furniture and emptying boxes. We went to Burger King and had dinner, and then I went home alone and went to bed.
The next morning, I went for my morning jog to get to know the neighborhood. When I rounded the corner into our court, I met the Courtlands, Jeanie and Don Courtland. I stopped, and we talked. They gave me a quick rundown about the neighbors. I didn’t retain much except what they shared about Naomi and Brian Estrada. He worked for a big corporation and was sent out of town often. Naomi worked part-time at a local florist, a short distance away.
When we had dinner together, I was more and more attracted to Naomi. The more I saw of Naomi, the more I liked her. I didn’t meet Brian until we had dinner. But I’d gotten a good read on Brian from the Courtlands. He seemed to be a nice guy, innocuous, but more importantly, ineffectual. He wouldn’t be able to mount a defense to any intended depredations.
I played up to her, but where Brian wouldn’t notice. When Brian was getting dessert in the kitchen, I invited her over for lunch, with just a confused retreat on her part.
The next day, I was mowing my overgrown lawn. When Naomi came out, she said, “Hey Ray, getting that cut down will make the whole court look better. It was an eyesore since Mary Ann passed.”
“All the court needs is for you to spend more time out front.” And I grinned at her. “How have you and Brian been doing? Anything interesting? By the way, I invited you to lunch sometime, but I didn’t get an answer.”
She ignored my second invitation for lunch and answered, “We were going to that jewelry show this weekend, but Brian’s going to be out of town for work.”
“A jewelry show? What kind of jewelry?”
“It’s mostly local artisans, but we have some well-known artistic craftsmen here.”
“But you can’t go without Brian? Is that right?”
“It’s not that I can’t, but rather it’s not much fun alone. My girl friends can’t get loose.”
I leaned on the mower and turned it off. “Would a, um, male friend be enough? I’d be interested to see what’s going on in town; maybe we could have lunch after.”
She hesitated, but finally said no.
That wasn’t a definite no, just a tentative no; I can tell the difference. Overnight I’d done some research, and I got the latest news about Juliette Jewelry. I’d learned they were introducing a lot of new designs.
The next day I was washing my car, and again Naomi came out. “Hey Naomi, I was looking up that jewelry show, and they’re talking about Juliette Jewelry introducing a lot of new stuff; um, and it looks like some of the stuff I’ve seen you wear. Are you sure you don’t want to go? Brian wouldn’t object, would he?”
“Juliette is introducing a lot of new items?” She smiled and continued, “It’s jewelry, not stuff, by the way. I think Juliette would object to you calling it stuff. Um, you’re interested, and you’re sure you wouldn’t mind going with me? I’d love to see their, um, new stuff.” She ended it with a laugh.
And so we set the time as ten on Saturday. That suited me because I’d be with Naomi alone and have a chance to get lunch together.
I also would like to see more of Naomi. Um, in more ways than one.
We drove to the exhibit hall, and it was full, with both buyers and exhibitors.
As Naomi shopped, I learned her tastes and some sizes. I found her a name necklace she liked, and I went back and bought it for her.
When I’m successful, I want to see her wearing it to prove she belongs to me.
At lunch, I presented her with the name necklace, which she tried to refuse. I persevered, and as I attached it around her neck, I gave her my first kiss. It was stronger and longer than a normal first kiss. I whispered in her ear as I finished, “Naomi, I’ve wanted to do that since I met you.” Did I mean the kiss or the necklace? If she asked, I’d have said both.
Naomi held our kiss a couple of beats longer than I intended.
She seemed dazed as I sat down in my chair. I held her hand and kissed her palm. “I’m going to want more of those,” and I saw her nod, and I thought I heard her say, “God, yes.”
We got home around four. I helped her out of the car and carried her purchases inside. Looking around, I placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and I turned toward her. I didn’t realize what I was doing when I enveloped her with my arms and kissed her with a passionate kiss, demanding a response. My hands were holding her head, and her arms were around my neck, pulling me closer. I turned her, so I was behind her, holding her breasts.
“Naomi, if we don’t…” My hands grazed her breasts, touching the tips. She pushed back against my erection, and I responded by unbuttoning the next two buttons of her blouse and gripped her breasts, god, her tits.
She was moaning, “Ray, Ray, yes.” And then suddenly she stiffened and quit saying anything. Her face turned white, and she pulled away.
She just remembered Brian. Hell. I won’t push now, that’s for sure, not yet.
I noticed Naomi didn’t wear the necklace I’d given her for two weeks. She was upset, and I figured she’d start wearing it when she was over her upset.
The next time I saw her out, I approached her. “Hi, Naomi, how’s Brian? I haven’t seen him around for a while.” She was wearing the necklace I’d given her.
“Ray, he’s been around, though he’s going to Seattle for a few, ah, starting next Tuesday.” She was looking at the ground, not at me. “I think he expects to be back Friday.”
“Well, I’m glad he’s okay. I was wondering.” I glanced at her, and she still refused to look at me. “He keeps busy, doesn’t he?”
I think she might be telling me something.
She looked up at me. “Yeah, he does.”
I reached out and touched the name on her necklace. “I still like that on you. I’m glad you let me give it to you.”
Naomi is interested again. I think she’s wondering what she missed when she chickened out. All I have to do is move just a little faster, and I’ll have her naked in front of me. She’ll be embarrassed to back out after she’s let me do that.
Hmm, Tuesday night or Wednesday? Tuesday, I think. If I get her to submit to me three times, she’s mine to do whatever I want with her. Good girls are so predictable. She’ll be mine before he gets back. Fuck her Tuesday night; Wednesday night; twice on Thursday, her day off; and I can fuck her all day Friday. Then I’ll give her that ownership choker I bought her. My only question is, do I let him know or not?
I called her at lunch at work on Tuesday and told her that Paul and I’d intended to get together Tuesday evening, but his wife had put the kibash on it, and I was going to have too much Chinese.
I got Naomi to come over about six-thirty and help me with it.
When she came over, I was ready.
When she entered, I kissed her. I enveloped her in my arms, and I paid one hundred percent attention to her. When I finished, her tits were hard and poking in her blouse. I kissed her a couple more times and had her blouse unbuttoned and her bra exposed to me. I had just slipped it off when her phone rang. It was Brian, and he’d just checked into his room. This was perfect; she was talking to Brian while I was making love to her.
I moved behind her while she was talking to him; I unfastened her bra and slipped it off. I put my fingertips on her nipples and pulled them and tweaked them.
She was talking to him while pushing her ass back against my cock. I heard her ask if he was meeting his boss for dinner and hoping it went well. She was explaining she was folding clothes when I went for the gold. Both my hands moved from her tits to sliding inside her jeans searching for her clit; one hand touched it, and I heard her gasp and tense. She knew I was claiming her, and she accepted it.
Just as she hung up, I had one hand on her clit and the other releasing the fastenings on her jeans.
Dare I mention Brian? Is she ready to be reminded she’s married? Let’s see then.
“So, Naomi, you’re doing laundry, folding clothes, is that right?” I paused, like I was thinking, and then said, “Will you ever tell Brian what you were really doing when he called?”
“You mean what you were doing?” Her hands forced mine away and successfully undid the button in her jeans and pushed them down.
Naomi leaned back against me with a hand, holding my fingers against her clit. “No, I don’t want Brian to know. I don’t think so. It would destroy him if I let him know; I’m afraid.”
I saw a smile of satisfaction flit across her face before she continued. “Talking to Brian while you were diddling m-my pussy. That was scorching hot. Ray, I want to do that again; with your dick, Ray, your dick fucking me.”
“Tomorrow is coming up soon. In fact, if you call him, we can arrange that.” I pulled her jeans and panties off and moved so I had access to her snatch. My first taste of her was exhilarating, and I sucked her clit and then went to the source of the wondrous juices and probed her vagina. With my hands and mouth, I had Naomi under my complete control.
She tried to make me free her by pulling on my hair and with uncontrolled spasms. I refused and kept my tongue busy. “Ray, no, Ray GOD.” And then she screamed, “No Ray no,” and that ended with “ARAUGH!” And she collapsed into a twitching mess. I licked her one more time to catch all the juices I could.
“That was amazing, Naomi. I’ve never—Naomi, I’ve never had a woman come like that, ever.”
After she recovered, I moved, so I was on my hands and knees with my cock barely touching her
She lay there with her legs akimbo, welcoming it. “Yes, yes, put it in and fuck me. Ray, do it now!”
I slowly put the tip in her and slowly pushed it in. When I was seated inside her, all the way to my balls, I slowly withdrew until just the tip was inside. I kept repeating that faster and faster until I was pounding her. My hands were gripping her tits harder and harder, and then I felt my release starting. We both were yelling as we climaxed simultaneously.
I woke up twice during the night to fuck her again. In the morning, I fixed breakfast for us and went to my place to change clothes.
Work for me was hell. I wanted my cock in her while she was talking to her clueless husband. If I could come in her while she was on the phone, that would be a coup for me. A triumph, knowing that my dick was in his wife, fucking her, and he was oblivious.
I’d bought a choker necklace at Captivating Jewelry online after I’d kissed her. It was not quite an ownership choker unless you knew. I’d hoped I’d be able to present it to Naomi in remembrance of her day of freedom. I explained what it meant and that she should wear it whenever she exercised that freedom.
I had her naked, lying on her marital bed, when I placed it on her neck. “This is for you, Naomi. If you look at the charm I put on it, you can see the number on it. It’s not exactly a date; that might be too obvious. Instead, it counts the number of days since January. It’ll remind you of the date when you claimed, reclaimed, your right to fuck who you want to.” I kissed her. “It’s your day of freedom, and I want you to wear it when you’re exercising your right.” I paused and said, “The R is for Ray, and the 127 stands for May seventh. The N is for you, and then the lowercase b, um, that stands for Brian. Lowercase because it’s for brian.” And I grinned. “Anyone looking at it sees a stock number, but we know better.”
Her tits were hard, and I could detect that she was leaking. I took possession of her tits and her pussy and told her to call Brian. “Call Brian now, while you’re letting me fuck you. I want to come in you, claim you while you’re on the phone with him.”
“Ray, I love that idea. I’ll be wearing your necklace and being fucked. God, that’s nasty.”
I had my cock lodged in her pussy when she called. I could tell when it rang, and I heard his voice on the speaker.
“Hi Naomi, how are you doing? We just finished a meeting that may get us a twenty percent increase with Thorne Industries.”
“What does that mean for you? Do you know yet?”
I had my cock in her and was slowly fucking her. It felt delicious with my cock in her pussy. I moved my hands to her tits and started fondling her nipples, and she gave a small gasp and said, “Oh nothing, I felt a slight pain in my leg. I need to exercise more.” I started speeding my thrusts. Speeding up, I made them harder.
I was focusing on my cock, and the combination of the taboo aspects and the fact I had to stay quiet made me closer and closer to coming.
“Um Brian, I love you, uh, but I’ve got to get…”
I heard myself whisper in her ear, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
And then I heard her hang up, and my cock released another spurt of my semen in her pussy.
He must have heard me on the line. Maybe he didn’t understand what it meant, or did I blow it?
I savored the sensations I was feeling, knowing my cock had released my sperm into Naomi while she was talking to Brian on the phone. Thinking about it gave me shivers of delight.
Do I want him to stay oblivious, or do I want him to know I’m fucking Naomi? I think I’d get the most satisfaction if he’s not sure. I want him worried that maybe, just maybe, we’re fucking.
I put it on her and said, “I want you to wear it while we’re fucking and whenever you are cucking him again. With anyone.”
She fingered the Celtic pendant and then kissed it. “It’s my ownership collar. But it’s his; it’s Brian’s cuckold pendant. We need to christen it before it’s officially Brian’s cuckold pendant. You’ve got to get me off with your cum on it.”
I took her hands and put them on my cock and then forced it into her mouth.
She was excited to be christening it and was sucking me and stroking me when I came. She got my cock to spray all over it.
Now I had ten women wearing my ownership chokers in town. Each different, but all the same. Commemorating the day I’d cuckolded their husbands. Did Brian know? That question made it even more arousing.
