CHAPTER 1
Turning into her driveway, blonde Kelly Dryden stopped to open the gates but by the time she was out of the car her passing neighbor, just three houses along Wentworth Avenue, was opening the gates for her. She moved forward to talk to Gus Matheson, calling out hi.
His green eyes raked her.
"God you look great. I love leather suits on women who also are wearing patterned stockings."
Kelly flushed, not knowing what to say.
"I say, weren't you a much darker shade of blonde earlier in the week?"
"Yes, how smart of you to notice. I'm just returning from having it highlighted."
"Well it looks great."
Gus began walking homeward.
"Wait, would you like coffee and a cookie?"
Practically all his very white teeth showed. "Is Don home?"
"He will be in about an hour."
"Well I decline with regret, having no desire to set vigilant neighbors chattering."
"It's okay; I can wear that."
"No a beautiful woman like you should not have her reputation besmirched. Thank you all the same."
She was disappointed and said "Bye."
"Bye," he smiled.
At thirty-eight Kelly was no longer hearing anyone calling her beautiful. She had been once but good looking was about as far as anyone went these days. And yet Gus Matheson had bent the truth and said she looked beautiful, appealing to her vanity.
Kelly's pussy seemed to twitch.
"Ohmigod," she blushed, and thought about what Gus Matheson might like to do with her pussy. The guy was a writer and divorcee and husbands in the street with good-looking wives, and that included her Don, were nervous about him. But as far as she knew, there had been no 'incident'. She wasn't sure if that meant Gus Matheson was gay but the manner in which he'd looked over her body in her tight brown leather suit it was unlikely he was gay.
Until today he'd always acted neutral towards her even when they exchanged a few words when she was alone walking her white Scottish terrier Molly. He'd been to their place twice times when they'd had neighbors in for drinks and she's talked with him socially at neighbors' houses involved in the cycle of such hosting but Gus had never return-hosted. Why not?
After removing her suit and hanging it, Kelly went to the kitchen and looked at the Neighborhood Watch phone list. She called Gus, feeling naughty, knowing she was dressed only in fine lingerie.
"Hi it's Kelly. May I ask why haven't you returned any hospitality you've received from neighbors including me, or have I missed something?"
"No you are quite right nailing me as being parasitic."
"Gus, for heaven's sake. I didn't label you like that. You said some lovely things about me fifteen minutes ago and I was thinking somewhat fondly about you and my mind came up with the return hospitality question. I'm sorry I jumped straight into it without preamble but it was loaded like one of those top-of-mind things. I was going to add if you wish you can use our house as the venue and I'll assist you."
"Well thank you Kelly but by chance it happens to be all under control. I have been waiting for the big one. You and the other couples and solos in our Neighborhood Watch group will receive communication in tomorrow's mail. Oh Kelly bear with me for having to say this to your but it's top-of-mind. I didn't appreciate before but you have wonderful legs. I happened to look back as you hitched up your skirt to climb back into your car. Amazing legs actually. Bye."
Kelly hadn't said 'Bye' because he'd cut the call before she could get her mouth open. Also her mind was in emotional riot. Ohmigod, she thought. Gus Matheson is a legman. She hadn't knowingly been in contact with a legman since college. Don like most men focused on the chest of women and regarded her as being, in his words, 'superbly stacked' which didn't mean they had to be like melons. He'd married her as a result of her personality he always said to people who inquired how they'd met. He'd backed out of his family's home and hit her car, causing extensive damage. She was shocked by the impact and her first words to him were, "You are such a great looking guy. I guess this collusion was meant to happen."
Yes, she'd always been a practical person and saying pleasant things, even under provocation, came naturally to her. The fact she'd fainted immediately after that, momentarily leaving Don thinking he'd killed her, was beside the point. Well if Gus Matheson wished to have an affair with her that was fine. She'd always thought, probably since the first lonely day after her marriage, she'd like one of those. It appeared only two downsides were involved... getting caught and the eventual break-up that could be nasty, or so authors who wrote about such things in their books or film scripts made out.
No, she sighed. Kelly Dryden of 14 Wentworth Avenue had never had an affair. That denial felt like each day looking at an unopened box of La Maison du Chocolate. Well she only worked mornings as an archivist at Langdon Community Hospital. Providing the kids were away at boarding school at the time, if Gus Matheson wished to feed her chocolates while doing unthinkable things to her any afternoon she was available then bring in on.
Kelly felt quite light-headed as she began preparing dinner, finding it difficult to believe of all the males she knew she'd picked Gus to perform the deed to dishonor her marriage.
Why Gus she whimpered?
Oh yeah, he'd noticed her hair, had fanaticized saying she was beautiful and, sigh, had noticed her legs. That placed him halfway in before she'd even really thought about it. Gus was halfway there because never since she'd known Don had he said she had lovely legs, not even when they were hooked over his shoulders. God, weren't most men so callous?
Don came home looking a bit pale and Kelly thought a bit shaky. A couple of Martini's fixed that. Then he unloaded. "We threw twenty-three people out of work at the plant today."
"Oh god, how awful. And you dropped the axe on some of them?"
He nodded and turned to be hugged.
God weren't men pussies at times? If she owned the plant where Don was director of production she'd close the whole damn show if necessary. Sometimes tough decisions had to be made. As an archivist with degrees in History and Library Science she knew that historically that's how life was and some of the great fuck-ups in history had been caused by those with the call not having the guts to make it or failing to be ruthless enough.
That night she maneuvered and hooked her legs over Don's shoulders before he ran out of steam.
"God we haven't done it this way for a while?"
No Don and she were very aware of that but she remained pleasant. "Do you think I have lovely legs?"
He puffed, "Yeah they are okay... for a woman of your age."
Miffed she squeezed down on his thrusts. Don disliked her doing that. He came, Kelly came and she pushed him away and went off to the bathroom.
"You made me come far too quickly," he complained.
"I was being sympathetic," she called. "You arrived home looking tired and distressed."
"Oh yeah," he said. "Thanks."
He was asleep by the time she returned to bed less than three minutes later. So she'd been left to play with herself to get her off her high. Usually it required only a little massage from him to achieve the result she needed but tonight Kelly began thinking of Gus being in a sixty-nine with her and before she knew it she really went over the top and had to go to the bathroom again.
Ohmigod she thought, feeling secretions running down the inside of her thighs. You're being a very naughty woman Kelly. In the bathroom she gave just the very sweetest of smiles into the mirror.
Kelly who worked from 9:00 to 1:00 arrived home next day and hurried in through the side door to pick up the mail off the black and white tiled floor behind the front door. In the kitchen she put Don's mail in one pile, the junk mail in another pile for Don to peruse and attended to the household and her mail, leaving a big envelop in the household mail to read last. She made coffee and buttering a bagel with cottage cheese took that and the envelop to her TV chair and settled in to read the contents.
The commercially printed gold-rimmed card was addressed to all twelve couples and three solo home-occupiers in the Neighborhood Watch Group. It stated:
