Inspired by the movies - 2

“Good morning,” Jane shouted across the street, as she stood in the doorway watching her husband drive off to work. Her little pink baby doll nighty rose higher as she waved her hand.
“Good morning,” Aimee shouted back from two doors down as she waved at her husband also driving away. She had a thin blue robe that showed the contours of her naked body. They both turned and waved to me, and I waved back as Roger joined the conga of cars that drove out of Stepford Drive.

The last neighbour stood on her doorstep clutching her newspaper and waved at me. Clarissa was the only wife whose husband worked from home, so she stood out from the other wives in the morning ritual, but that was the only thing that was different about her, as like myself and the other women we all seemed to fit into the ‘inspired by supermodels’ category, with our Hollywood busts, slim bodies, tight asses, killer legs, we even chose to colour and style our hair the same. It was a wonder our husbands could tell us apart, but none of them had complained, mainly I suspect, because we were so eager to please in the bedroom.

None of us worked as our husbands brought home good salaries, yet we had little time to be lonely as the neighbours called around for coffee several times a day in the four weeks we have lived in our new home. As I stood on the doorstep Clarissa mimed drinking a cup of coffee and I laughed moving my hands to strike a pose to show I was still in my pyjamas and then nodded to say I would be over shortly. I watched her turn and walk slowly back into the house, her full-length nightgown flashing a long slim leg as she walked.

I went upstairs and showered making sure every inch of my perfect body was gently washed in foamy lather and once dried selected a nice black bra and panty to put on, accessorising with 5-inch heeled shoes and then walked over to Clarissa for our coffee morning.

Jane and Aimee were already there, in matching underwear, and smiled good morning as I sat beside them. Clarissa came in with coffee and we waited for another two neighbours to join us, both wearing matching black underwear and then Clarissa's husband walked into the room carrying five helmets and gave us one each. We placed them on and let him secure them firmly and then he left the room as Clarissa picked up a remote and selected our thoughts for the day. It was going to be a lovely sexy day.

Four weeks earlier.....

Roger had just driven off to work and I looked around at the dozen boxes still to be unpacked. I was excited about the new move. My husband had just had a promotion which meant we could afford to upgrade and this house was everything I had dreamt of as a girl, my own pool, and could soon start to think about starting a family, life was going better than I had planned in my head.

A shadow flitted across one of the unopened boxes and I looked up to see a young woman with long brown hair standing outside the French doors waving to me. I smiled and answered the door.

 Just like the other girls who stood on their doorsteps she was in the 25-33 bracket and copied their fashion of an impossibly short dark skirt and jade crop top showing off her fabulous figure.
“Hello new neighbour, I am Clarissa and I wanted to welcome you to the neighbourhood and thought if you were busy unpacking, you might welcome a coffee break.” She held forward the tray containing two cups of coffee. I had only just started opening a box, so I didn’t need a break but I felt it would have been rude to say no so I gestured to come in with my hand.

“Please come in, the place is untidy, but I will get there by the end of the day.”

“It is a lovely house. I think you will be very happy here, and I’m sure we are going to be good friends.” She offered me a cup, which I politely accepted.

It was only because I didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot that I drank the coffee. It was one of the worst cups I had ever drunk with a bitter taste, but Clarissa drank hers happily enough, so I swallowed it down and vowed to take her over a jar of my own brand as a thank-you present.

 “We have a coffee morning after the guys have left every day, so you will have to come to that. All the men leave at the same time, except for my husband Eric, so it’s nice for us all to meet and be neighbourly.” Her eyes wandered up and down my body and I was starting to get a gay vibe from her, but a sudden pounding headache started, so severe I felt myself stumble and hastily sat down.

Clarissa wasn’t paying any notice, rambling on about her coffee morning and I was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. My head felt like I had a bad summer cold, and her words seemed to take longer to be pronounced as if they were travelling through treacle, I caught a small part of her speech.

“And Eric doesn’t go out to work he stays at home and invents, oh hello dear.” A stranger came to the door holding what looked like a form of a motorcycle helmet in his hands.

“Do you have a headache, Hun?” She asked me.

I tried to answer and stand up, but I felt so weak and confused. Something felt wrong and I needed to get help but I couldn’t work out why. Clarissa continued talking.

“Eric has invented just the thing for headaches.” He came forward and placed it over my head. He produced a remote control and touched a button and there was a feint clicking as the headband inside slowly reduced in size until it was pressed against my skin, then he jabbed at a button again and a metallic visor slid down in front of my eyes, all I could was my brown eyes staring back at me.

I wanted to say no and push it off but felt so weak and could only slur as Clarissa easily took my hands away and held them in my lap.

“Let Clarissa look after you, honey.” She pushed me back in my seat and took my wrists in her hands.

There was an electronic noise like a Hoover starting up and I felt the edges close around my ears creating a vacuum. Then suddenly there was a high-pitched shriek that tore through my mind, it was so painful as if my very brain was being ripped apart and then suddenly there was just peace and darkness.

I could hear a voice saying, “Go home darling, work on your inventions and forget about this.”

Then Clarissa was sitting beside me.

“My husband is very clever and has created many things, making a lot of money in the process, but the best invention he created was the Compliance Modulator. Of course, once he had tried it on me and I knew its full potential I placed it on him and transformed him into a eunuch, now he spends every waking moment trying to create devices to entrap pretty little things like you. We are going to be so close my little plaything, but before the pleasure comes the pain.”

The screeching filled my mind again, I wanted to tear my head open to get at the source, but I had no energy. Again, there followed a peacefulness and darkness, and I heard her voice so warm reaching for me, that I grabbed at it desperately.

“You love me my darling, beyond any reason, you long to be with me, to love me, be loved by me, belong to me, you are mine.”

I wanted to say no, but the screech returned, ripping apart my consciousness, and leaving me desperate for peace, she returned in the darkness.

“You love me my darling, beyond any reason, you long to be with me, to love me, be loved by me, belong to me, you are mine.”

“Yes, stay Clarissa please.”

But the noise returned terrifying and erasing me, and when the peace returned, I welcomed the words.

“You love me my darling, beyond any reason, you long to be with me, to love me, be loved by me, belong to me, you are mine.”

“I belong to you.” I heard myself say.

“You do my angel, and you want to please me.” I felt her hands undo my clothing and remove everything.

“Do you want me my darling?” Her voice sounded so sweet and loving and the screech returned blocking everything out.

“Yes, I want you,” I shouted repeatedly until the silence revisited. I felt her hand caress my breast, it was so good, peaceful and erotic, and her hand slid down my stomach against my shaved pussy.

“Do you want me inside you?”

I did, I wanted anything but the noise. “Yes, please.”

I slid my legs apart and welcomed her fingers.

“Come for me my darling.” As she furiously fingered me.

I felt so wet, so loved and climaxed.

“You don’t want the pain anymore do you darling?”

“No please no more pain.”

“No more pain my darling, listen to the darkness.”

I strained to hear her words as they came into me, passed me, swirled around my mind, and vanished. I chased after them trying desperately to catch them, but they were gone.

“Listen my darling.” They came again, fragments I caught before they slipped away.

belong, lust, cheat, the words seemed to hover in front of me and I grabbed at them hungrily.

“Do you want more pleasure, darling?” Her hand slid along my leg. “Or would you rather have pain?”

“Pleasure, I want pleasure,” I shouted.

Her hand was against me rubbing me, her fingers opening me up.

“You belong to me.”

“I belong to you.”

“You desire me.”

“I desire you.”

“You want to cheat on your husband with girls.”

“I want to cheat on my husband with girls.”

“A seductive cheating lesbian feels no pain.”

“A seductive cheating lesbian feels no pain.”

“Cheating on your husband brings pleasure.”

“Cheating on my husband brings pleasure.”

“Come for me my darling, drive the pain away.”

I climaxed hard and passed out.

 I woke up later that afternoon and laid out on my couch in a quiet house, the quiet turning me on until I needed to come so bad, sliding my fingers into my quickly dripping slit and bringing myself to a delicious climax. I swung my legs off the seating and picked my clothes up off the floor, dressed and then looked at the box-laden room with a determination to finish unpacking and to cheat repeatedly on my husband with all the other lesbians in the neighbourhood.

That night while he showered, I took back the coffee cups and let Clarissa fuck me bent over the kitchen aisle, using a strapon bigger than Roger could ever stretch to.

The next morning as his car disappeared over the horizon I ran to the rear door and let Aimee in so we could shower together quickly, before running to the master bedroom to dry each other with our tongues.

When he phoned me to say he was working late I told him to drive home slowly as I slowly lowered myself onto Jane's eager mouth.

 Yesterday I saw a removal van pull into the old McKenzie property and a young couple started carrying boxes into the house, as I watched through the window, I saw Clarissa slowly striding towards the house, carrying a baked pie on a tray. I felt my pussy ache with desire to welcome one of my new neighbours.