Neighborhood Nympho

                                 Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 11

       Getting Charlie back to our place proved to be a daunting task, even though it was only a matter of around the block. I had never seen my trampy wife this worn out after any of the events in which we had been participants. Let me correct myself; I mean she was a participant, I was usually nothing but a spectator or busy trying to get some strange pussy to wile away the time as she took on half the neighborhood in which we found ourselves staying. I often gave thanks that we weren't near any type of military establishment. Our marriage could never have survived that type of temptation for my nympho wife.

       Somehow or another we managed to get inside our "love nest", where she promptly collapsed to the floor, totally exhausted from our lengthy trek across the one block long trail of concrete. I had to half-carry, half-drag her wasted body to the bathroom where I hoped to get her to take a hot shower and get cleaned up enough internally to not stink up the bedroom or stain the sheets too much from all the cum dripping from her raw, distended cunt and asshole.

       I was almost there; all she had on was a pair of soaking wet bikinis that smelled like the hold of a fishing trawler, when she upchucked. This was not a ladylike elimination of something unsettling to her delicate stomach, this was a man-sized volley of half digested chunks of food that she sprayed all over the floor, sink and toilet, a trifecta in my book. At that moment I thought of just pushing her into the shower stall and turning the water on to full hot and let her figure out what to do next. In other words, I was royally pissed!

       It was nearly four in the morning before I got Charlie into bed, alone. I did the smart thing and bunked in the living room, needing to get the two or three hours of sleep time left before it was necessary to get ready to run the maze for another day.  My plan was to try to wake my sleeping beauty of a wife just before leaving, and if unsuccessful call in to her company and let them know she wouldn't be in until the afternoon due to an upset stomach. That was only a partial lie considering the mess she left before I finally got her cleaned up enough so she could go to bed. The things I did for that woman should have been worth much more pussy than she was delivering these days, and I knew it. That made it easy to decide to take up the offer  my new friends, the Tollivers, had made.

       Already I'd begun to morph into a pussy,or even worse a wimp, because I found myself giving Charlie just one more chance before I pulled the trigger, so to speak. If she wasn't home by supper time, as if she ever made supper or any other meal for that matter, I would call Miriam Simpson and make arrangements for my audition. If  Charlie didn't like it, she could accompany me and perhaps take on the entire male population in the household, three generations of hard cocks, while I was exchanging bodily fluids with a fifty-eight year old woman just to spite her. When put into that kind of perspective, it was obvious I was only a step or two away from becoming a pussy-whipped wimp, a fate worse than death.

       Things at work went none too well that day. My immediate supervisor, a woman I might add, chewed out my ass but good. I felt like a small boy in the presence of his school teacher who was about to take down his pants in front of the whole class and tan his bare butt to a nice uniform shade of crimson with her trusty ruler, while he bent over and bawled like the sissy he was. Perhaps that might partially explain the woody I developed while she read me the riot act and at the same time provided me a good look down the front of her blouse. That gray-haired old bag had one nice set of tits; not as good as my wife's but so what! I had a better chance with this middle-aged ball breaker than my nineteen year old sex machine on legs. When she finished reading me the riot act she gave me a quick grin and boldly stared at the tent that had been raised in my pants. What she said next floored me.

       "I wish that was all it took to get that old goat of a husband of mine to want to fool around with me. It's been months and I sure need some male companionship or I'll go crazy and rape one of you studs!"

       I backed out of the office holding my hands over the offending buge that somehow she had caused. I now knew I was in deep yogurt and in need of some female companionship in the worse way. Perhaps Violet might be willing to take my case on very short notice, but then again, not likely based on what I heard about her from the rumor mill. It seems that Violet had gone over to the dark side as some wag put it, in describing that she was now in an extremely serious lesbian relationship with a very young, superbly built, blue-eyed blonde that she had recently met at an orgy. The girl was married to some loser and his days were numbered according to my source. Gee I thought, it sounds like me and Charlie, how depressing; Violet is getting more and better pussy than me, how bad can things get. I was to soon find out.

       Twice that afternoon I called Charlie's place of business, at least the one that contributed part of her social security, only to be told she was "tied up" or "in conference", code words I only knew too well. I wondered when someone would finally announce to me that my wife was "all tied up and in conference". That would be the one that broke this camel's back. Had I known what was going on in the company conference room while I was trying to find my wayward wife, I would have had kittens.

       My tramp of a whore of a wife was actually in the main conference room being "interviewed" for a newly created position that was the brain child of the boss' son, Nelson. Half a dozen of the top executives of the corporation were involved in this very important meeting. Four of them had flown in just for this event, a two day affair that would keep my trampy wife "tied-up" for the entire time. Of interest, one of the six was a woman, Annabelle Larkin, tall, dark and gorgeous, the company's head of HR, human relations for those of you not in tune with modern corporate-speak. The lady in question was between husbands, number three having just left the building with Elvis to find himself.

       The "position" for which Charlie was being interviewed would fall under either HR or Marketing, and both heads were vying for what was now described informally as "pubic" relations. Once a selection was made, a new, innocuous title created by the corporate deep thinkers would be trumpeted to the far-flung reaches of the organization heralding the creation of perhaps the Employee Morale or Public Perceptions corporate tiger team,  depending on which Division was successful in capturing Charlie, who everyone agreed was the perfect candidate. Presently her "qualifications" were spread out on the conference table, the candidate's best feature only a foot or so away from Annabelle Larkins's aristocratic nostrils that were positively flaring as she sucked up as much of the blonde bombshell's lusty, musky scent as her lungs could absorb. Her rival, Niles Roonage, had almost lost his composure when he had the opportunity to feel for himself her natural attributes, no silicone for this candidate, that was a certainty.

       I got home at my normal arrival time, somewhat frazzled by the battle with traffic and the memory of the chewing out I got from that "sexy" boss of mine. If she started to look that good, perhaps it was time to hang it up and get rid of my young, beautiful, well-built, sex maniac of a wife. Then on the other hand there was the possibility of great sex with the Tolliver twins if I played my cards right. If that came to pass, I really didn't care who Charlie fornicated with as long as she didn't bring any nasty surprise home like an STD or one of her conquests. I just knew in my bones that with the help of the Tolliver twins I could have a successful open marriage with Charlie.

       Armed with this thought, I decided to call up Miriam and see if tonight was open for my first interview. Miriam was delighted to hear from me and welcomed the idea of having me over so she and her daughter might give me a preliminary "test drive" in preparation for the real thing on the weekend. The fat was in the fire so to speak. She went one step further by inviting me to come over and join the family for dinner, her way of saying that she had a feeling that my ditzy wife was not on the premises, nor was I expecting her shortly. It was amazing how many people who hardly knew my trampy wife realized my marriage was on the verge of going into the dumpster.

       Who should open the door when I rang but one of the twins. I wasn't sure which, but who cared? They must live in the pool I thought, as I took in her pink nipples, stiff from the coolness of early evening, capping her cone-shaped tits that seemed to be calling for me to see how much of those beauties I could get in my mouth at one time. Her tawny body was flecked with droplets of water, and I found myself fascinated by the one droplet that was wending its way down her flat stomach, preparing to disappear into the tiny triangle of cloth that was her only covering. I could feel my erection growing rapidly, and from her dancing eyes and welcoming smile, she too was very well aware of this transformation she was causing. She innocently inquired if I wanted to go skinny dipping, and I nearly lost it as I began to hyperventilate. At that moment I was saved from a complete meltdown by the arrival of Miriam Simpson, in her usual attire of uncovered skin.

       She sent the blonde lovely on her way and escorted me into the main part of the house where the men waited, drinks in hand. Miriam made a joke about me looking like a deer in the headlights when confronted by Teri, and everyone laughed. Andrew described his early days trying to deal with these guileless girls who didn't have a clue as to the effect they had on men. It got even funnier as he told about practically wearing out his wife in the bedroom as a result of his close proximity to these little goddesses. Carl chimed in at that point and told pretty much the same story except his wife welcomed his advances with open arms and thighs and damned near killed him in the process. If Michael hadn't come along and captured the hearts and pussies of the twins, they might have all been doomed. Then  Carl gave yours truly a serious look and declared that they were counting on me to save the family bacon.

       I was seated between the twins at the table and dinner proved to be quite challenging since they  wore tight tube tops and short shorts that seemed sprayed on those luscious forms. We adults made small talk and the twins said very little as they were too busy shoveling food past their bee-stung lips and into their pinkish mouths.The metabolism of teenagers was unbelievable.  I found myself imagining I was one of those chunks of food being fed into a warm wet mouth and speedily disposed of by those perfect teeth ripping  tearing and mashing me to a pulp that would be tansported into the cauldron of acid waiting to further dissolve me.  

       It gave me pause to realize that technically speaking, Charlie, my tramp- whore nympho wife was also a teenager like these two. Then I thought better of that observation. At least Teri and Traci weren't out at all hours fucking strange men and women. Hopefully I would become the only strange man in their lives for some time to come, regardless of what trouble my sometimes bedmate got herself into at work or wherever her whoring took her. If I knew what was going on even as I thought about her, I'd have been distraught, Tolliver twins or no Tolliver twins.

       Miriam marched me off to her bedroom with a big smile on her face. She insisted on leading the way giving me a good view of her slightly sagging ass cheeks and the small pockets of cellulite that had set up shop in her thighs. Still in all for a fifty-eight year-old woman she sure had plenty to be showing off. I could already feel a stirring in my loins that would allow me a fighting chance to meet her exacting requirements. For some crazy reason I wasn't at all nervous about this meeting of the groins, in fact I was eager to start nailing  Miriam's slightly sagging body to the mattress, a very good sign for my future prospects as the keeper of the twins.

       Meanwhile Charlie was being escorted by the selection committee to their hotel for further evaluation of her talents. Annabelle and Niles had for some strange reason become quite chummy, very surprising considering the stakes. The two of them had suggested to the rest of the committee that it was critical the candidate be able to form an immediate bond with either sex, since in her capacity she would be dealing with any and every type of person, all of them deemed important to the corporation.  The committee had agreed and so a trial was set up to evaluate Charlie's "interaction" skills with a group equally divided between men and women, all of them very competitive. Annabelle and Niles had been given responsibility for assembling this test group on extremely short notice and they had done brilliantly, calling on the resources of their respective Divisions to assemble this band of strangers to challenge Charlie's ability to form a good working relationship with each.

                               (To be continued-jethro jodhpur)