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“I’m going to bake her a banana cake, that’s what I’m going to do! You have to open your door when a neighbor brings a cake!”Greg put down his coffee cup and looked wearily at his wife, the adorable and sexy love of his life. Madelyn had seen the couple next door the day they moved in, but since then she’d only seen the husband leave and return. She hadn’t seen the man’s wife a single time in two weeks, not even to go out and get the mail, and she was utterly obsessed by it.Greg, on the other hand, came from the “good fences make good neighbors” school of thought. “It’s none of our business, dear, if the neighbors are standoffish. Maybe she’s agoraphobic. Maybe she’s got something contagious.”Madelyn stomped her foot on the kitchen floor. “Greg, it’s like the woman disappeared into the house – like the house ate her or something. I’ve gone over there every day this week, and nobody answers the door.” She lowered her voice dramatically. “Maybe she *can’t* answer the door, huh? Anyway, don’t the police say if you see something, say something?”It was too early in the morning, and his coffee hadn’t kicked in yet, so Greg gave up trying to explain why Maddie had it backwards. Instead, he got up and gave his wife a thorough good-morning-and-off-to-work kiss, groaning when she squeezed his ass and pulled his crotch against hers, her nipples tangible points through her Saints jersey.”Ooooh, that’s a nice one – don’t use all your energy on those contract negotiations, sweetie. Be a good boy isveçbahis and when you get home I’ll fix something for you MUCH hotter than a cake!”Greg left for the office, not without misgivings.** ** **Contract negotiations and distributor complaints kept Greg’s mind off his wife for the morning. He sent out for a small pizza, and prepared for another day of eating at his desk. In the middle of the pepperoni, two soft hands slid around the sides of his face from behind to cover his eyes. “Eating at work is bad for your digestion, Greg. You need to find something different to get your mind off things.”The voice and perfume identified the hands as Eleanor, his colleague and chief competitor – and delicious side piece. Greg leaned back in his chair, and pushed his feet well forward and out, giving Eleanor a good look at the bulge in his pants. “I’ve got something different, Eleanor, but my day’s been too busy to deal with it, you know what I mean?”The redhead chuckled, and spun Greg’s chair around. “Nobody’s day should be *that* busy.” Unbuckling Greg’s belt, she opened his slacks and brought his cock into the open. “Mmmmm… let me deal with this!” Wet lips descended, and Greg writhed in his chair at the pleasure. Their arrangement – neither one would claim the word “affair” – had been going six months, and they were always like liquid heat together.Eleanor worked one hand under and behind Greg’s balls, then lifted her head to free his glistening erection. “I wish I could do more isveçbahis giriş for you today, sweetie, but I’ve got a 2pm webcam conference.” She slid one finger into Greg’s ass and swallowed his cock whole, tongue rippling maddening along the thick vein. Greg could only croak incoherently as the orgasm hit, blurring his vision while Eleanor milked him thoroughly into her throat.”I hope that clears your head,” she giggled, then leaned against Greg to plant a hot cum-tinged kiss on his mouth. “Bye!” Eleanor wiggled her ass on the way out of Greg’s office, closing the door and leaving him with a twitching soft cock and a cooling pepperoni pizza. Somehow he managed to get himself put together and figure out which of the papers on his desk he’d been working on.** ** **Friday afternoon traffic was hell. Greg blasted his horn at the green light slow starters, not that it helped. He was just going to be late for dinner. He speed-dialed Madelyn to let her know, but she didn’t answer. Growling, he tossed his phone on the passenger seat. Eventually he got out of the maddening traffic, pulled into their suburban community, and rolled the car into their driveway.Leaving his briefcase behind, he went to open the front door and called out, “Maddie, I’m home!” No answer came. Greg closed his eyes, leaned against the doorframe, and let out an aggravated sigh. “Okay, Madelyn, I’ve had a long day and I’m not in the mood for hide and seek.” He waited, but there still wasn’t any audible response.Well, isveçbahis yeni giriş it was Friday so maybe she was playing Sultan’s girl in the master bedroom and waiting for him. He trudged upstairs and opened the bedroom door. No sign of Madelyn. Greg proceeded to check out the entire upstairs, then all of the downstairs. His wife wasn’t anywhere. He pulled his phone out and called her on that – the call just rolled over to voicemail.Then Greg slapped himself in the face – of course, Madelyn must have gone to the grocery store to get something for dinner. She was always forgetting to go shopping until the last minute. But just to be sure, he went to check the garage.Madelyn’s car was inside the garage.Greg went back into the house, confused and worried. He poured himself a drink and looked around. There – Madelyn’s purse was in the kitchen, but her phone wasn’t in it. So she must have gone out, but where? His nose twitched, what was that smell… bananas?He slammed his glass down. Fuck. Bananas. Madelyn had said she was going to bake a banana cake and take it next door. So that’s where she was, annoying the neighbors and forgetting to cook dinner. Damnitall, it was time for him to put his foot down about this nonsense. Visibly angry, he marched out the front door and headed to the neighbor’s house, and rang the doorbell. He waited, then started knocking hard on the door.Eventually, with his hand pulled back ready to punch the door, the door opened and a grey-haired woman looked at him, her eyes flaring in fright. As she moved to close the door, Greg shoved his foot in the gap and stammered out, “Wait! I can explain!” Red-faced, he unclenched his fist and lowered his arm. “I just need to talk to my wife.”
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