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  “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Margot, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

  I gasp.

  “How? Are you serious?”

  He nods.

  “I’m completely serious. I like to inspect my property, and right now, that means you. So sit down on the kitchen floor and spread. Let me see those intimate folds,” he commands again.

  Slowly, I do as he says. I sit myself down on the linoleum, completely nude, and then spread my knees showing him the humid slit nestled between my thighs.

  “Is this what you want?” I mewl while cupping my breasts. “Because it’s yours, big boy.”

  He lets out another growl, and this time I see his tip literally spurt as his eyes run over my luscious curves.

  “It is what I want, but I want even more. Spread those lips for me, Margot. Show me more of that pretty pink.”

  With that, I gasp. Oh my gosh, he can’t be serious! But Dane’s eyes tell another story, and with trembling hands, I obey. My hands slip down to between my legs and I pull my folds apart, showing him the butterfly. My pussy pulses and swells before his eyes, as my stiff clit waves in the air, begging to be sucked.

  “Shit you’re beautiful,” he rasps, those blue eyes laser-focused on my pinkness. “So tantalizing and exactly what I need,” he says hoarsely. “But right now, I need to feel that pretty pink mouth on me. Come here, Margot. Taste the juice.”

  Crawling on hands and knees to him, I obey. I suck his glans in between my lips, enjoying the musky male flavor. Then I push his shorts back so that I can get to more of that veiny length, running my tongue up and down his hard shaft. Oh my gosh, he feels so good. He’s pure steel covered in the softest skin and I let out an aroused moan.

  Dane chuckles.

  “Good, sweetheart, but give me your eyes. I want to see those Bambi eyes as you taste me.”

  I know what he wants. Arranging myself in a kneeling position, I take his pole between my lips and then look up at him with the most innocent expression I can muster. I know the tableaux it presents. I’m a curvy woman with huge breasts, wide hips and a big bottom. I may have the face of a young, naïve girl, but my body begs to differ, especially with my pink lips pursed tight around his cock.

  “Shit,” he grunts. “You do this so well, Margot. How the fuck did you learn?”

  The answer is clear, at least to me, because I watch a lot of triple X videos in my spare time. When you don’t get it in real life, there’s always a secret virtual type of entertainment to enjoy. But there’s no need to let him know that I’m going through a dry spell right now. Instead, I go with the flow, and get to my feet gracefully before prancing to the kitchen counter and pulling out a big pair of scissors.

  “Oh shit,” he grunts. “You’re not going to hurt me with that, are you?”

  “No,” I titter. “But I am going to cut those shorts right off you.”

  With that, I begin. I cut up one of his pants legs and then up the other, until they drop away, leaving my man completely bare. He laughs.

  “You’ve cut right through my boxers too,” he says with mirth. “Not that I mind.”

  But I can’t even reply because now his tool is out in the open and I’m seeing it in full for the first time. Oh my gosh, Dane is absolutely intimidating. He’s ten inches at least, and completely erect. The enormous shaft points at me, begging to be tasted once more, but I have my own ideas.

  With a secret smile, I get up once more and slowly approach Dane. His eyes rove all over my nude body as I get myself settled in his lap, straddling the man. Then I place my hands on his shoulders and shoot him a coy look.

  “Is it okay if I ride you, Daddy? Would that be alright?”

  His blue eyes flash even as harsh streaks decorate those cheekbones.

  “Ride away, sweetheart. Let me be your joystick.”

  With that, it begins. I lift myself until my pussy lips are just touching the top of his shaft, and then slowly push down. It’s an obscene sight. My lips part, surrounding his shaft, and then as I moan and push down even more, that pole begins disappearing in me, inch by inch. He’s being swallowed by the pussy monster, but judging from his aroused moans, he loves every second of it.

  “Holy shit,” he gasps, grasping onto my waist. “You feel so goddamned good.”

  I merely mewl in reply, tossing my head back. I push myself down some more, eating up that man meat with my secret space, until he’s balls deep inside. Then I begin pulling up again, and his member reappears between my thighs, glistening with my juices.

  “Fuck,” he curses. “You’re such a slutty girl.”

  I mewl again.

  “I am,” I breathe. “I’m your slutty girl, Dane.”

  My gorgeous neighbor takes control then. His big hands circle my waist and he holds me still as he begin to fuck up into me. Oh my god, it feels so good. That huge shaft is like a piston, drilling into me again and again from below. Zings rocket through my twat as my nipples pebble, and I begin to scream. Not low moans, but actual screams.

  “Yes!” is my shriek. “Oh fuck!”

  “Give it to me, Margot,” he pants. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

  And after a few more hard thrusts up, both Dane and I explode into a million particles of pure ecstasy. Stars dance before my eyes as I throw my head back and let out another full-throated scream. My pussy spasms hard, even as he jets heavily, that giant pole filling me with his seed.

  “Unnnh!” is my inarticulate shriek. “Fuck!”

  Dane roars again, before biting into my neck.

  “Goddamn, your twat is tiny,” he huffs while releasing another stream of virility into my fertile fields. “Oh shit.”

  This goes on for what feels like ten minutes. Ten minutes of him pumping away as I wriggle and shriek, my breasts and pussy sparking with sensation. He grabs a nipple in his mouth and sucks fervently, appreciating my curves.

  Finally, we come back down to Earth and pant, looking at one another. Our bodies are covered with a damp sheen of sweat, my curves glowing golden in the light of the kitchen.

  “Holy cow, did that really just happen?” I ask in a wondrous voice.

  He grins.

  “It sure did, Margot. I think the only question is: are you ready for Round Two?”

  I giggle and we kiss passionately before the lovemaking begins again.

  9

  Dane

  Three months later.

  I never thought my life could be like this. The truth is that even though I’m a divorced man, I never thought I’d be divorced. When Amelia and I got married, I genuinely thought we’d stay together forever. There were dreams of happy endings and forever-mores in my eyes.

  But dreams are for boys and reality is for men. Those dreams went up in smoke as Amelia became more and more distant. I tried my hardest to make it work: I suggested therapy, which she rejected; I surprised her with flowers, which she routinely forgot to put in a vase; and I cooked her meals, which she ate without any comment. None of it made a difference.

  By the time the divorce papers were signed my marriage was long gone. We’d been leading separate lives for years by then, and frankly, the papers were just the final step.

  After that went down, I figured I’d been entering a period of singledom for a while. It was going to painful for sure. I’ve read articles about how everyone seems to be on five different dating sites now, with airbrushed pictures and needlessly upbeat profiles. I’ve heard from friends how you can text with a potential date for three months and never end up meeting. I’ve also heard that some of those profiles are fake; allegedly the dating sites pay models to be on their sites. It’s not technically against the Terms of Service because the models might be single and looking in real life. Yet, they’re getting paid to respond to messages, when in reality, they’re probably paid by the word.

  As a result, I was resigned to years and years of fruitless games of cat-and-mouse. I’m too young to
die alone, and yet I certainly wasn’t looking forward to setting up my dating profiles and going on lots of hopeless encounters.

  Enter Margot.

  She’s absolutely gorgeous, with not a mean bone in her body. She’s curvy, sassy, and sweet, and best of all? She’s my neighbor. She lives right down the street from me.

  I’m the luckiest man alive because who knew such a gem was in my vicinity? Most times you have to kiss a lot of frogs before meeting a prince, but shortly after my divorce papers were signed, Margot showed up. It was like Fate was on my side.

  So we’ve settled into a loving, warm relationship. We see each other most nights; either she comes over to my place, or I go over to hers. Tonight, Margot’s at my house and we’re cuddling on the couch while watching a movie.

  “Shhh, this is the best part!” she whispers, her eyes watching the screen avidly. “Eric Northman is so hot!”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Do you really like Viking-types?” I drawl. “Does it really make sense that he’s a Viking who’s also a vampire?”

  Margot turns to me with a sassy look.

  “For your information, Alexander Skarsgard, who plays Eric Northman, was voted the Hottest Man in Sweden for five years in a row,” she says archly. “So he’s truly a Viking.”

  I let out a snort, pulling her close.

  “Yeah, but doesn’t Sweden have something like five million people, total? Please, honey. That’s like winning the local Miss Spudtown beauty contest. Anyone can win when there’s no competition.”

  She smiles at me with a teasing look in her eye.

  “So you’re saying you could win the local Miss Spudtown competition?” she asks.

  I nod furiously.

  “Hell yeah! I definitely could. If there were Mr. Spudtown competition, I’d be all over it.”

  She looks thoughtful.

  “Not just all over it, but you’d win the grand prize right?”

  I nod again.

  “Definitely. All the judges would vote for me. I mean, who can turn down this kind of all-powerful, overwhelming masculinity?” I jest, lifting my arm and curling it to make my bicep bulge. “I’m practically Popeye these days. Get me some spinach.”

  She lets out whoops of giggles, almost falling over on the couch.

  “Okay, maybe you’re better looking than Alexander Skarsgard,” she concedes. “I’m only saying that because I prefer black hair over blonde. But since you’re so confident, Dane, then maybe you could help out at our town’s next fundraiser.”

  Oh shit. I know what’s coming next.

  “You know they’re having that auction,” Margot begins slyly, shooting me a coy look. “You’d be perfect for it.”

  I pretend ignorance.

  “Sure, I could throw in a prize. What are they looking for? A fruit basket? A towel set? An all-expenses paid trip for two to Thailand?”

  Margot laughs.

  “No! I mean, yes, but you have something even better to offer.”

  Uh oh. It’s coming. I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

  “What? I’m not giving them my house.”

  She giggles again, her brown curls shaking.

  “Well, you could offer doggie dates,” she says. “You’re so good with Buster, and I heard this guy in the next town over did it. What he does is he and his dog take out another dog on a “date,” and then he writes a short essay about their “doggie date.” People pay a lot of money for this,” she says when I shake my head. “You’d be helping our town so much.”

  I hold up my hands.

  “Margot, I do love Buster, and I’m indebted to him for bringing us together. But this “doggie date” thing is a no-go. First of all, I’m not into dating, dogs or not. Second, I hate picking up poop and with two dogs, there’d be double the amount. Third, I don’t want to write an essay after going out on a doggie date. That’s just adding insult to injury. Who really wants to sit at their computer and do more work, after coming home from a date that they never wanted to go on?”

  Margot looks crestfallen.

  “But it’d be for a good cause. You know, the guy who did it raised three thousand dollars in a year just by doing these doggie dates, and you’re so handsome that you’d get lots of bids,” she wheedles.

  I shake my head.

  “You’re trying to butter me up, and I’m not falling for it, honey. I’ll donate three thousand dollars to the charity instead. How about that?”

  But Margot doesn’t look happy.

  “No, because it’s not the same. Money talks, but action speaks even louder. You know the town’s only holding this benefit so that the local elementary school can get a new auditorium. I mean, they’d appreciate the donation, but they need items to auction too otherwise this event will be a dud. I think this doggie date thing could really work.”

  I stare at her.

  “But honey, why don’t you do the doggie date yourself? I’m sure people would pay good money for their dogs to go on a date with you and Buster.”

  She perks up.

  “I could,” she begins slowly.

  “You should,” I add, urging her on.

  But then Margot offers me a compromise.

  “How about we do it together, Dane? We’ll say doggie dates offered by Margot, Dane and Buster. Starting bid, fifty dollars with a one thousand word essay afterwards.”

  I’m still reluctant because the truth is that I don’t really want to go on doggie dates. But I’m motivated by my girlfriend’s giving heart, not to mention her insistence.

  “Okay,” I say grudgingly. “But the starting bid has to be at least one hundred dollars, and I’m not writing that essay.”

  She giggles.

  “A thousand words is nothing, Dane. It amounts to maybe two paragraphs, tops.”

  I shake my head.

  “That’s the deal, sweetheart. I cannot pick up a pen and write about my date with two dogs. I just can’t. It would wreck my masculinity and people would begin to mistake me for a beta male.”

  Margot giggles before placing a sweet kiss on my cheek.

  “Then I’ll do that part,” she whispers in my ear. “Thank you, Dane,” she adds. “The dogs of our town appreciate it. As does the elementary school.”

  I seize her lips with my own, devouring that soft plushness. How in the world did this just happen? I’ve just agreed to go on these so-called “doggie dates” with my girlfriend, her crazy golden retriever, and a strange mutt who could be infected with rabies. But because it’s with Margot, I’m looking forward to it. It makes me happy to see her happy, and I growl against her lips.

  How did this become my life? Previously, I was a man in an unhappy marriage, living like roommates with my ice queen wife. Now, I’m happily settled in with a curvy girl, and couldn’t be more happy. Margot has helped me remember what it feels like to be alive, and I’m grateful to her for it.

  But now our kiss is becoming heated. I slide my hand around her waist, pulling that curvy form tight to me when suddenly, there’s a harsh rap on the front door.

  “Ignore it,” I breathe against her lips. “Whoever it is will go away.”

  Margot sighs a bit and kisses me more. But then the harsh raps start again, accompanied by the insistent ding of the bell. Fuck! Who the hell would be so immature? I bet it’s some twelve-year-old ne’er-do-well who’s going to run off my porch laughing when I finally open the door. Well, he’s got a second think coming.

  Breaking away from my girl, I rise to my full height with a murderous expression before stalking to the hall closet and yanking out an aluminum baseball bat.

  “Fuck ‘em,” I grunt, stalking over to the door. “I’m going to beat the shit out of whoever this is.”

  “Dane, it’s not so bad,” begins Margot from the couch, her face still flushed from our kisses. But when I open the door, both my girlfriend and I stop to stare, our mouths falling open. Because it’s my ex-wife, Amelia on the doorstep, with her blonde hair in waves about her shoulders
and a panicked look on her face.

  “Dane,” she says without any greeting. “Good thing I found you because I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a father.”

  10

  Margot

  The blood rushes out of my face when I see the woman at the door. Of course I know who this is. This is Dane’s ex-wife, the one I caught him having sex with when I took that fateful walk a few months back. She looks even more beautiful than before, if that’s possible. Her blonde hair waves about her face like Aphrodite, and her skin glows a peachy pink. Oh my gosh, is it the pregnancy hormones? Of course, even though she’s the one who’s with child, I’m the one who’s about thirty pounds heavier than her. Amelia still appears svelte and slim, despite the slightly baggy clothes she’s wearing.

  “I’m pregnant,” she tells Dane. “It’s your baby.”

  Dane glances over his shoulder at me.

  “Amelia, now is not a good time,” he growls.

  But I jump up, and Amelia looks startled when she sees me standing behind her ex.

  “Oh um, I didn’t realize you had guests,” she says shame-facedly. “I can come back.”

  This is where I summon my most mature self. I have to be an adult about this. I can’t be some schmuck who lets her own self-interest get in the way of what needs to be done. With a gracious smile, I shake my head.

  “No it’s okay. I can tell that this is an important conversation, so I’ll just make myself scarce,” I say. “I’ll step into the bedroom and you guys go ahead and talk in the living room. You’ll have plenty of privacy.”

  Dane looks agonized.

  “No, Margot, it’s fine,” he begins. “My ex, Amelia, and I can talk later. Tonight was supposed to be our date night.”

  I wave my hands in front of my face merrily.

  “Oh no, it’s okay. Every night is date night for us because we live so close,” I trill with a false smile. “You guys go ahead and talk. I’ll just make myself scarce.”