Here is my latest offering. I have split it into 6 Chapters of which this is the third. I suggest you read the previous ones to give you context if you haven`t done so already. They are all finished and we will be submitted tonight. The story is quite long, but hopefully it will keep you amused. As always any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely accidental. All characters are made up from my own warped imagination. The story belongs to me, so please do not use it without my permission. This tale contains descriptions of many kinds of sexual activity, so if you are under 18, or those kind of things offend you, please move on. Please feel free to write any comments you may have. I am an amateur and do this for fun, but if your comments help me to improve then that is a win win for all of us. Please enjoy "Neighbours with Benefits!"
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Chapter 3
Pete was impatiently waiting in the lounge and staring out of the window. It was already ten past ten and Pete really hated tardiness. He was trying hard not to boil over and ruin this relationship before it had even got started. His glower became a smile briefly when he saw Gary Wilson fake jogging in the direction of Pamela Heath. He had already watched Bernie Heath leave for work at eight in his Volvo so knew that Gary would be popping round soon enough.
It was exactly ten fifteen when the bright red Fiat pulled to a stop in front of the house and Claire tooted her horn. Another thing Pete wasn`t that keen on, but he was determined not to balls this up as Claire was definitely not backwards in coming forwards in the sex department and let's be honest, what else does a fit 25 year old guy want apart from pussy on tap. Limping as fast as he could down the drive he somehow manoeuvred his large 6 foot frame into Claire`s tiny car. They exchanged a quick kiss that seemed to go on and on before Claire slammed the car into reverse and backed into the Callaghan`s drive so she could go back the way she had come.
Claire was carefully easing the car forwards when the Thatcher`s front door opened, and Megan walked out looking her usual fabulous self. Claire slammed on the brakes. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "Who the fuck is that gorgeous creature?"
"That my dear Claire is Megan Thatcher. I can introduce sometime if you want?"
"How about now Pete. She is absolutely stunning. I would love to smash that, and don`t tell me you have never jerked off thinking about her."
Pete studied Claire`s face until eventually she said, "What? Are you put off by the fact that I have been known to switch hit as the yanks call it. Not very often mind you but I have had a couple of wet pussys in my bed. A woman's body is so much prettier than a man's. OK. If he has a nice dick it's one thing, but a woman is all curvy and soft."
"Remind me to tell you about my day yesterday when we get somewhere private, " Pete said with a salacious wink that earned his cock a playful squeeze from Claire as she continued to study the dark haired beauty across the street.
Megan saw she was being observed and flashed a smile at the young couple and waved. Pete examined her in more detail. Her hair and makeup were flawless. She wore a pale blue two piece in some sort of silky material. The skirt was very short and finished half way between her waist and her knees exposing some very long and athletic legs wrapped in skin tone nylon. Her four inch heels were the same shade of blue as her suit. Her large handbag was colour co-ordinated with her suit and shoes. Her green mini car was parked facing them so that when she squatted down to enter the low slung car Pete was convinced he caught a glimpse of red panties. This was confirmed when Claire almost shouted, "Did you see that? The dirty slut is wearing red knickers, and I think she flashed us on purpose!"
"Now you are making things up Claire. Why would she give us a flash?"
"You really don`t know a thing about women do you Pete. There is not a woman in this World that doesn't like to be ogled even though they might tell you that`s not the case. A woman like Megan, who probably took at least an hour to get ready this morning, did it so people look at her and she loves it!"
The mini sped past the Fiat and Pete wasn`t sure, but it looked like Megan blew them a kiss as she drove past. "I rest my case!" Claire said in triumph and Pete knew he hadn`t been mistaken. As Claire pulled the car away she told him, "I warn you now. I will be thinking about licking Megan Thatcher`s pussy for the first couple of minutes that I am sucking your cock. Is that OK?"
"You can think about Margret Thatcher as long as you are sucking my dick as well as you did the other day!" Pete said with a laugh. Claire joined in with his chuckling as they forged a way through the early morning traffic.
Claire`s flat was right on the High Street. Pete had to laugh as Megan`s shop was literally thirty yards away on the opposite side of the street. When he pointed this out to Claire she told him, "We are definitely going shopping this afternoon. However. First things first. I need to fuck!"
The flat was a one bedroom and very neat and tidy. The bed was huge and nearly filled the whole bedroom, leaving only enough room for a wardrobe that ran the length of one wall. Puffing hard Pete collapsed onto the bed. The two steep flights of stairs he had just encountered had taken it out of him as he hopped and skipped on his one good leg.
Pete soon got his breath back when Claire emerged from the bathroom from where she had vanished as soon as they got into the flat. Dressed in just black thigh high stockings she ran giggling towards Pete before launching herself into a belly flop onto the duvet next to him. "Hurry up!" she chided playfully. "Get naked and we can fuck thinking about Megan Thatcher!"
Pete was at first a bit put out that his new lover was thinking about someone else just before they had sex but then thought it was also kind of hot if he to imagined that Megan was there with them. Anyway, it didn`t seem to have much effect one way or the other as he was as hard as a rock by the time he had shed his t-shirt, shorts and trainers.
Claire seemed to be in a hurry as she had him in her mouth before he had even laid back down after the effort of removing his clothing. It felt so good to Pete as he lay back, bending slightly so he could slip a finger inside Claire as she was lying at 90 degrees to his body as if inviting him to do so. Claire shuffled her body closer to his outstretched arm so he could sink his finger to the third knuckle, and she sighed around his cock. She was very wet, so Pete added a second finger and began to strum her clit with his thumb. Cause and effect of this was Claire bobbing up and down at such a rate of knots Pete knew he would be blowing his load very soon. Very soon happened when Claire shoved her middle finger up his arse with no warning.
