Love Thy Neighbor 3: Pleasing The Peterson's

by Joelle Cummings

  Love Thy Neighbor (Part 3)

  (Pleasing the Peterson’s)

  By Joelle Cummings

  http://www.JoelleCummings.com

  While home from college, Carmen has made it her mission to seduce Mr. Peterson every chance she gets. Despite the fact that he’s married, and her Dad’s best friend. Her ways soon catch up to her when Mrs. Peterson finds out that she’s been seducing her husband, and has done so in their home.

  Mrs. Peterson changes the game, and now everyone must play by her rules, or suffer the consequences. Carmen will do just about anything to make sure that he parents never find out about her scandalous behavior, and Mr. Peterson will do just about anything to keep his marriage together. What could Mrs. Peterson possibly have in mind that could make things right between the three of them?

  This is Part 3 of a series, don’t miss out on parts 1 & 2, you can find them here:

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  Copyright © 2015 by Joelle Cummings

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 1

  My cell phone started going off in the middle of the night. My text message notification could barely keep up with how quick the messages were being sent. The constant vibration made my cell phone dance across my night stand. I was home from college on holiday break, so there was no way that it was super important, all of my family was here under one roof, safe and sound. I didn’t have a boyfriend, and I didn’t make any real friends while I was away at college. I turned over, and placed my pillow over my ears. It would have been simple enough to just turn the darn ringer off, but I didn’t feel like moving that far. Dinner had me sluggish, and only desiring sleep. Maybe it was just some drunk person texting the wrong number, wouldn’t be the first time that it’s happened.

  I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, it was nice being able to sleep in for a change. I rolled to the far side of my bed where my night stand was, and retrieved my cell phone. OMG there were 15 text messages, whoever this was surely had one too many. I unlocked my phone, went to my messages, and saw that the messages were from Mr. Peterson, my next door neighbor.

  12:01 Mr. Peterson: Carmen call me ASAP

  12:01 Mr. Peterson: Carmen we need to talk it’s URGENT!

  12:02 Mr. Peterson: Carmen call me ASAP

  12:03 Mr. Peterson: This is not a joke, plz call me, text me back or something. WE NEED TO TALK!

  The messages went on and on, pretty much repeating themselves. I couldn’t imagine what could possibly be so urgent. I mean sure we had a great time in the bathroom during dinner at his house, and yeah he gave me a very warm welcome home, but we didn’t communicate on this level even if we were fucking on occasion. I wasn’t sure what I should do. I decided that I would put off being told any bad news until after I had showered, and had some breakfast.

  After a quick shower, and a bite to eat. I decided that I would go for a walk, and call Mr. Peterson then. I didn’t want anyone in the house to overhear what we were talking about. When I was halfway down the block, I called his cell phone, he picked up on the first ring

  “Oh Carmen, thank God! I’ve been trying reach you since last night. Didn’t you see my messages?”

  “I heard messages coming through last night, but I didn’t look at my phone until this morning, didn’t think it was anything. Anyway, what’s up?”

  “Charlotte knows about us!” Mr. Peterson said as if he were telling me that someone had just died

  “What do you mean she knows? Did you tell her about us? How could you!” I nearly screamed into the phone.

  “No Carmen of course not, I wouldn’t do anything like that. I mean that last person in the world that I would want to know about this is my wife, and the second is my best friend, who just so happens to be your father” Mr. Peterson went on

  “Okay, so if you didn’t tell her how could she possibly know? Maybe she’s just suspicious and you blew it by thinking that she knows”

  “No, she knows. She wouldn’t tell me how she knows, but I know my wife. There’s no denying she’s on about us, and denying that she knows that I fucked you in our home”

  I couldn’t think straight. This was not something that I had not thought through. I never thought about what could possibly happen if Mrs. Peterson found out that I had fucked her husband, not once, but twice, and in her house. My dad would be so disappointed in me. My mom would try to move to spare herself the embarrassment of having a daughter that would go out of her way to seduce the next door neighbor that had been living next door since I was a baby.

  “Carmen, Carmen are you there” I heard in my ear, I nearly forgot I was on the phone

  “Yes, I’m here. Well what do we do now? What do you need me to do? I didn’t want this to happen, I was just having fun, ya know?”

  “Yes, I know, and it was fun, and I haven’t been that satisfied in a long time. You made me feel young, and desirable again Carmen.” There was a long pause. “She wants to meet with the both of us tonight”

  “What!? No way. I can’t do that Mr. Peterson” I whined

  “Carmen, you asked me what you could do, and this is what I need from you in order to save my marriage. I need you to come to the house tonight, and meet with me and my wife. She said that she cannot move on, or even began to forgive me until she has. Please Carmen, please”

  “Are you sure this is the only way? Can’t we talk on the phone or something?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. I tried everything, she wouldn’t budge. I’m sorry Carmen. I tried”

  “I don’t know Mr. Peterson, I have to think about it”

  “What’s there to think about, you came over to my house, not once but twice, and seduced me Carmen. I was happy in my little life. I didn’t ask for this. You’ll return to college, and I’ll be stuck here picking up the pieces that you left me to deal with on my own!” Mr. Peterson said angrily.

  “C’mon, it’s not like anyone held a gun to your head, and raped you!”

  “No, but with that body, and your aggressive nature you might as well had!”

  He had a point. I was partly responsible. Even though he could have fought me off, he could have pushed me out the door holding my clothes in one hand. He could have even locked himself in a room somewhere so that I couldn’t get to him. He wanted to fuck me, just as much as I wanted to be fucked. But I am an adult now, and responsible for my own actions. I have to lay in the bed that I’ve made for myself.

  “Okay, I’ll meet with her, but if she gets crazy, and violent. I’m outta there on the first thing smoking!” I told him

  “Oh, thank you Carmen. Thank you. Be there at nine o’ clock sharp. Don’t be late!”

  Mr. Peterson hung up the phone. I was so scared of what might transpire tonight that my walk turned into a run, I ran for over an hour straight, jogging around the neighborhood trying to clear my head, and settle my nerves.

  Chapter 2

  After my run, I took another quick shower, and decided to chill out and watch some T.V. until it was time for my meeting tonight. Maybe the stupidity would keep my mind off of the problems that my naughty pussy had gotten me into. I found a few sitcoms that were wo
rth a few laughs, but they did nothing for the nervous butterflies that were fluttering about anxiously in my stomach. I was relieved that Mrs. Peterson didn’t decide to tell my parents, maybe she wanted to see if I had some kind of sexual addiction or something before outing me. Either way, the wait was almost too much to bear.

  After a quick bite with my family, I prepared myself to head over to the Peterson’s. I was so nervous, I felt like I was about to be sentenced for murdering somebody. I felt bad, not really bad, but bad enough. I never wanted to be the type of girl to break up a marriage, only the kind that would secretly have sex with a married man fulfilling his fantasy, and mine, especially one as sexy as Mr. Peterson. The sad thing is, I don’t even think he knows just how incredibly sexy he is. I think Mrs. Peterson may have forgotten over the years too.

  I walked up to the Peterson’s door, slowly, in a daze, my heart thumping in my rib cage, and reverberating in my ears. I raised my hand to knock on the door, but before my knuckles could make contact the door swung open. Mrs. Peterson was standing there with a smirk on her face. Staring me down, like she had just caught me stealing cookies out of her cookie jar.

  “Carmen, how nice to see you again. Won’t you please come in?” She said, her voice dripping with deceptive sweetness.

  “Um, umm uh Hi Mrs. Peterson” I looked down when I said it, feeling embarrassed. Mrs. Peterson seemed to possess some type of invisible power, I could feel it, like a force field surrounding her. I brushed pass her, where I entered the foyer. After closing the door, Mrs. Peterson turned to me.

  “Follow me Carmen” She said, still smirking. I followed her in a daze, unsure of what was about to happen. We arrived at the living room, where I saw Mr. Peterson sitting on the sofa, like a small child that had just been chastised by its mother.

  “Please, have a seat next to Mr. Peterson” She told me. I hesitated “Oh Carmen, let’s not pretend that you don’t want to”

  “Yes ma’am” I walked over, and took my place on the sofa next to Mr. Peterson.

  Mrs. Peterson looked at us both, and smirked. She walked over to the entertainment center where she retrieved a DVD, she placed it inside of the player. She turned on the television. Grabbed the remote, and sat across from me and Mr. Peterson on the adjacent loveseat.

  “Now, I’m sure you’re both wondering why I’ve called you here tonight, and wondering what exactly I could possibly want to meet about. You should have brought popcorn, because you’re about to watch the movie of the century”

  With that she pressed play on the remote control, and there on the screen, live and in color was me, and Mr. Peterson fucking on the kitchen table, he had me bent over, his face buried in the crack of my ass as he licked my asshole. He rose up, and his huge cock could be seen going up, and down the crack of my ass before he plunged his cock into my pussy. There was no sound on the DVD, but it wasn’t hard to see that I had been surprised by Mr. Peterson’s big cock invading my tight cunt.

  I looked over at Mr. Peterson, the color had drained from his face. He looked like he was about to cry, and I was embarrassed for him, and for myself. Mrs. Peterson looked over at the both of us like she had just produced the smoking gun in a murder case. The smirk was gone from her face, and I could see rage in her eyes.

  “Charlotte, it’s not what it looks……”

  “Shut up Robert, don’t you dare insult my intelligence, it’s EXACTLY what it looks like!” she scolded. “But wait, it gets better”

  She got up, and went over to the entertainment center, and retrieved another DVD. She popped it in, and went back to the love seat. She pushed play one last time, and on the screen there was me, and Mr. Peterson embracing in the hallway. You could see his hand beneath my dress moving rapidly, and I was slumped against his chest. We watched until I reached orgasm, and Mr. Peterson dragged me off to the bathroom. There was only the shot of an empty hallway on the screen. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened once the bathroom door closed.

  I sat there, afraid to speak, afraid to move. Mr. Peterson was practically in tears now. I understood his hurt, and fear, but I lost respect for him at that moment.

  “So, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way. Let me tell you how the next feature is going to play out. You my dear Carmen, you’re going to become my personal sex kitten available to do what I want, and when I want. With me, and with Mr. Peterson. If you object, I’ll be happy to show these to your parents. I think they’d get a real kick out of seeing their daughter star in a porno”

  She stared at me, waiting for me to say something. I had nothing to say, what could I possibly say? I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, my ear were still ringing with surprise.

  “So we have an agreement Carmen” Mrs. Peterson continued

  I nodded my head slowly, still processing the fact that I had just become somewhat of a sex slave.

  “And you! Robert, you’re going to be under my thumb for the rest of your days. You’ll do exactly what I say when I say, and how I say. Is that CLEAR!? Mrs. Peterson asked with so much authority I thought I might piss myself.

  “Yes dear, anything you say dear” Mr. Peterson said meekly.

  “Good, and since we have an understanding. Carmen, take your ass upstairs to our bedroom. Undress, and wait for us there. We have a few things to discuss in private if you don’t mind”

  I nearly leapt off of the sofa, and ran upstairs, where I stripped off my clothes, when I pulled my panties away I was shocked to see that they were soaked wet. I was so nervous, I hadn’t even realized that I was completely turned on by everything that had just happened. I sat on the bed, with my hands folded in my lap, anxious to see what Mrs. Peterson had in store for the three of us.

  Chapter 3

  I waited patiently for the Peterson's to come up, and join me. I had no idea what to think. It was obvious that Mrs. Peterson was upset, but she seemed more disappointed that she had missed out on the action, and the fact that she planned to keep me indebted to her by being available for her sexually only cemented my theory. I would do just about anything to keep my parents from finding out about me seducing Mr. Peterson, and I'm pretty sure she knew that.

  After about 15 minutes they both enter the room. Mr. Peterson looks better than he did downstairs, he looks relieved. I wondered what had transpired between them after they sent me away. Mrs Peterson looked more pleasant, she was a gorgeous woman. A natural redhead with legs for days, her body was tight, and toned perfectly for her age. She had light brown eyes, and plump lips, a smaller version of Angelina Jolie's. I stared at her waiting patiently for them to break the silence. Finally, she spoke, in a low sultry voice.

  "Carmen, I know you must be wondering what is going on, but the truth is I have been wanting to spice up our marriage for a while now, I just didn't have the courage to let Robert know that it was a fantasy of mine to bring another woman into our bed. So, even though I feel totally betrayed by what he did with you. Instead of holding resentment for either of you. I'm going to take the opportunity to make one of my deepest fantasies come true, and that is to have a ménage with the man that I love, and a sex kitten like yourself" Mrs. Peterson explained.

  She stared at me looking for my reaction. I didn't have one, I sat there frozen. A part of me shocked, and the other half relieved that this had all worked out for the better. My parents would never have to find out, and their marriage would survive. The truth was they would probably be better off than they were before.

  "Carmen, my wife and I would like to have a threesome with you, and we would like to make it a permanent arrangement that whenever you're here you are available for our sexual needs, and there may be a time or two that we visit you at college in Santa Barbara. Do you understand Carmen?" Mr. Peterson asked, his voice dripping with concern, tainted with lust.

  "I understand" I said

  Mrs. Peterson started taking off her clothing, one piece at a time. Mr. Peterson went to her, and helped her. He was rubbing his hands all ove
r her body as they removed articles of her clothing. It was such a passionate dance that the two of them were doing. I watched in awe. They began to kiss like they hadn't seen each other in years. Hungry for each other. Mrs. Peterson was totally naked now. Her body was everything that it appeared to be under clothes. She was stunning, she had the perfect pair of tits, with big nipples that were just asking to be sucked. Mr. Peterson took one of her hard nipples hungrily in his mouth as if my thoughts were echoing through the room. Mrs. Peterson closed her eyes, her head fell back as she arched her back, pushing her nipple further into his mouth, and showing her beautiful round ass.

  Mrs. Peterson silently waved me over. I went to them, I placed my hands on Mr. Peterson's belt from behind, and began to undo the buckle. His pants, and boxers soon slid to the floor, making a soft thud as they pooled around his feet. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside with his foot. His erection was bigger than I'd seen it each time we were together. I didn't think it could get any bigger. He grabbed my hand, and led us all to the bed. He, and Mrs. Peterson were still locked in their kiss. He gently laid her on the bed, where he breaks their kiss, he is hovering over her. He mouths "I love you" she doesn't respond, only pushes his head down toward her throbbing cunt.

  I go to the other side of the bed, I'm at her head. I kiss her, our tongues play with each other skipping, jumping about. She pulls my head towards her breasts. I take one of her eager nipples in my mouth, sucking on it as if it belonged to me, twirling my tongues around as I suckled her. Mrs. Peterson is moaning. I could hear Mr. Peterson lapping up her juices as he devoured her pussy. I take her other breast in my hand, and gently pinch her nipple. She swears loudly "FUCK!" I sucked her nipple harder now, it's rigid in my mouth, she's about to climax. I see her grabbing fistfuls of the bedspread. Her body begins to shake as she releases. Her spasms made her body convulse, and writhe on the bed.