The Wife's Neighbor (A Novella)

Chapter 5

She knew she was waking Taylor up. A mist hung in the air on this warm morning. Her walk was brisk as she exited her vehicle and toward the door of the home she loved so much. The home she loved more than her own.

Knocking on the door rapidly, her body tensed with passing moments. What if he's not home? What if I need to get a hotel and this ordeal becomes bigger than it already was?

Opening the door, Taylor was greeted to Marcy hugging him tightly. A moment of shock went through him, but then he relaxed and hugged her back. Realizing she needed comfort.

"Mind if I stay here today?" Her voice shook slightly, head resting upon Taylor's chest.

"Yeah of course. Everything okay?"

"Now that I'm with you, I'll be fine." I'll skip coffee at his house. Heart rate is up, feeling dizzy. Feeling danger all around me. I only hope my feelings of dread disappear. I hope Taylor has never felt such emotions. I hope that he hasn't gone through a lot of pain or sadness. He doesn't deserve it. I don't deserve it. Very few people deserve it.

Running my hand on his leg, I sip the hot tea he graciously poured for me. Truthfully it wasn't the drink that brought my nerves down. It was knowing he was with me. Setting the cup down, Marcy straddled the man's lap and he gasped gently at her touch. Reaching his hand to his crotch, he unbuckled his pants and removed the brown, thick belt which looked quite nice around his waist. Marcy leaned back, giving him room to remove his clothes.

"May I remove my clothes?" Looking into her eyes, he spoke.

"You can just...do what you want, Taylor. I trust you." With a smile, she sighed lovingly. She kissed his neck after she spoke.

"I'd like your permission." He whispered into her ear before her chin left his shoulder.

Permission. Imagine asking me permission for everything? A verbal queue before every kiss, every cuddle, every fuck? Who am I dealing with here? It's sweet whatever it is.

"Yes, you have my permission." Marcy giggled.

"Thank you, ma'am." Taylor spoke kissing her sweet lips and moving his tongue around the interior of her cheeks. Once his kiss was over, he became erect quickly. "Could you put this belt around my neck? Lead me?" He blushed, muscles beginning to sweat.

"Like a leash?" She questioned, gripping the brown belt he handed her.

"Yeah. Makes me feel good." He nodded. "You said I could do anything I wanted, right?" The man couldn't blush harder if he tried.

"Alright." She wrapped the leather strap around his neck, letting it hang loose.

"Tighter please." His eyes went wide, heart pounding.

Still on his lap, Marcy held the belt like a leash and tightened the strap-it fit snuggly around his neck. His smile was genuine and warm. Her smile was a smirk that radiated confidence.

"Alright. You'll be a good boy? Remove your shirt." She winked. Knowing full well what he wanted.

"Yes ma'am." He nodded and swallowed hard. It wasn't easy to remove the article of clothing while the belt was fastened to his neck, but he managed.

She gazed at his flawless body.

Feeling the tight leather around his neck and looking into the eyes of his new lover.

Moving from his lap, Marcy stood slowly, looking down at the buff man before her, clutching the belt like she was leading a giant dog around the house. He didn't move, he didn't place his hands around her, he merely looked up at her with wide eyes and feelings of erotic anticipation.