The day after Peter the bar owner came up with a wife swap suggestion, Jim explained to Peter that his wife Lily wasn't the type of woman who would go for that. Peter was disappointed but shrugged it off.
Jim, 28 and a novelist, himself had fantasies, none of which he could perform with Lily who was traditional when it came to sexual preferences. And hence Peter's wife Jane exposing her pussy and Peter suggesting wife swap aroused Jim beyond words.
While he could imagine the 30-year-old Jane and he making a hot pair in bed, the dull and staid Lily would be a damp squib for the 35-year-old Peter. Well, no use thinking of that as it would never take off the ground.
That morning, when Lily went out to buy some groceries, Jim began typing out on his laptop a few pages of his new novel. It was then that the neighbor's window opened and he saw the hottie Jane standing there, dressed in a light blue skirt that came up to her knees. Since their houses were close, he could easily see her clearly. Jane smiled at him and picked up her phone and gestured she would give him her number. Then she held up her hands and indicated with her fingers her number one by one, which Jim typed into his phone and saved it as Peter.
Finished with giving her number, the neighbor's wife lifted her skirt up slowly and let Jim see her shaven pussy. The temptress hardly seemed to wear panties, Jim thought. The steamy Jane brought her left hand down between her thighs, ran a finger up and down her puffed-up vertical slit and then turned around in slow motion, displaying both her holes, all the while using her fingers to open her tight rear hole and her much-used vagina.
Jim's manhood twitched and throbbed inside his boxers at the daring display and he felt like stripping and masturbating. Suddenly, Jane straightened up and blew a kiss at him and left the room.
Wow! What a slutty woman, Jim thought as he went to the bathroom and nursed his swollen penis. He stroked himself a few times and tucked his erection into his boxers and returned to his bed. Lily never indulged in such raunchy titillation, and Jane's sudden exhibition left Jim flabbergasted. This woman was far too gone into the world of carnal arousal.
In the coming days, Jim's concentration went for a toss, leaving dry his usually brimming well of words. Whenever he tried to type a few paragraphs, the image of Jane's shaven pussy appeared before him. He had sex with Lily, hoping it would offer relief, but the ritual only seemed to underline the dull sex life the couple led.
In the evening, when Lily went out for a walk, Jane called Jim up.
"How was my show, cute boy?" Jane's low whisper came out sexy.
"It was hot. Where is Peter?" Jim asked wondering if the question was stupid.
"Oh! He is in the living room watching boxing or something. Did you get an erection when you saw me?" Jane persisted.
"Y... y...yes. I did," Jim managed to say, not used to such explicit libidinous talk.
"We can forget wife swap, since your wife doesn't want that. You can come over some night, you can see me from close, cute boy. I can show you my eatable goodies and let you feed on them," Jane went on with her sensual account.
'I have to think of that," Jim said.
'I will encourage you to come to me, will show you more and more of me," she laughed and ended the call.
Though he was afraid of getting caught, Jim was totally aroused by now. There was always sleaze in any person and Jim was going through such a phase. When Lily was not around, he would peek at porn or read erotica but would feel guilty when his wife came back. Lily had that sanitizing effect on him, making him pure, removing all dirty thoughts and leading him towards greater things. Theirs being a mutually beneficial relationship, Jim needed Lily as an emotional and inspirational pivot, his muse and everything. But this Jane woman was too much of a horny character who catered to Jim's cheap side which surfaced once in a while _ too often in the past two days _ and had to be fed now and then.
The writer tried to focus on his novel and discussed various situations with his wife, but all his efforts went in vain as Jane's vaginal exposition popped up on his mind like a sleazy advertisement on a website that you wanted to avoid. Try as he may, he could hardly shake off the neighbor's striptease. However high a man tried to fly, he had to come down low between the thighs of a woman, Jim thought.
Suddenly a thought struck him; why shouldn't he use in his novel what was happening?
Yes, that might work. The writer told his wife the seduction part without Jane's nudity and titillation and made it sound as if it was fiction and not something that happened to him. He had to portray the seduction in a more romantic, classy and casual way.
That night, Jim spent hours writing the part involving the neighbors' meeting, the wife swap suggestion, refusal on the part of the new neighbors, the woman's wooing of the man... and Jim felt drained and dozed off.
The next day, as Lily read what Jim had turned out, the writer had a nagging feeling: would Lily connect the fiction and the fact. Lily knew that Jim took their real-life experience and mixed it with imagination, so.. . why was he feeling guilty?
"Aren't the characters too real, Jim dear. I mean Peter and Jane? Why don't we give them some other background and let it happen in a big city," Lily went on.
Jim heaved a sigh of relief. It was all his imagination, spurred by his guilt, that made him fear his wife would somehow dig out the fact that he was ogling the nudity-loving Jane.
The couple discussed the novel some more and Jim said he wanted to go out for a walk.
