Meeting Mrs. McCormick

"Shhh, don't panic," Rachel said, giving John a kiss on the cheek. But he was too stressed to even acknowledge her, hurriedly stuffing his cum-stained dick back into his pants as he was.

Rachel took her time, leisurely taking a few make up wipes from her purse to clean her face up. Then slowly, ever so slowly, zipping up her sweatshirt to hide her cleavage.

"What the hell are you doing?" John hissed. "You gotta get over the fence... Now!"

She just smiled coyly at him. "Oh, John. But I want to meet your wife! I figure, since we're neighbors and all..."

John's eyes went wide with horror, but Rachel just ignored him as she strolled into the house through the backdoor, fixing her hair as she went.

Mrs. McCormick, or Penny, as Rachel had found out from her previous background snooping — lawyering skills came in handy for perversity — stumbled into the kitchen with her arms laden with grocery bags.

"Oh gosh," Rachel said, "let me help you with that!"

Penny seemed surprised, but let the strange woman take the bags from her, grateful for the help. "Um, thank you!"

John came in behind Rachel, looking as frazzled as can be expected. "Penny! You're home. This is, uh— well, she's uh— erm..."

"I'm Rachel, the next door neighbor!" Rachel extended her hand with a cheerful smile. "I just moved in next door and my water hasn't turned on yet. Your husband invited me over to stock up on some while I wait."

Slowly, John blinked, then nodded. "Er, yes. Rachel, this is Penny. Penny, this is Rachel."

Penny smiled, either not suspicious or polite enough to hide her suspicions. Rachel figured the former, most suburban house wives were too tame to ever imagine someone as wild as her existing in the city, much less their idyllic haven.

She was pretty enough, Rachel supposed. She dressed conservatively, a thick sweater hiding a chance to look at her real assets. But she had sandy blonde hair that might've looked sexy if it was taken care of. And she was tall, tall enough that Rachel bet her legs were the envy of the neighborhood.

"Nice to meet you Rachel," Penny said, extending a hand. "So happy to hear we have a new neighbor!"

Rachel took her hand, delighting in the knowledge that she'd gotten a housewife to shake the hand of a woman who'd made her husband cum not moments before, and on her first day in the neighborhood too!

"Will we be meeting your husband soon?" Penny asked, probing. Maybe she was smarter than Rachel had pinned her for.

Rachel shook her head. "It's just little old me. You don't get a lot of time to date as a lawyer."

"Ah, I'm sorry," Penny said, and she looked genuinely sad for Rachel. Maybe it wasn't suspicion, but just a genuine confusion at anyone being single in this neighborhood. "Well," she continued, "You're welcome for dinner tonight. I'm making meatloaf!"

"Uh," John cleared his throat. "I'm not sure if—"

"I'd love to!" Rachel interrupted, flashing a smile at John.

"Wonderful!" Penny said. Then, shooting a glare at her husband, "be nice!"

John wilted under her gaze and sulked away, leaving Rachel to make small talk with his wife as she loaded the newcomer up with leftovers, bottled water, and homemaking supplies. The home wrecker thing certainly had perks. Already, Rachel had this perfect nuclear family in the palm of her hand — and the back of her throat, of course.