(By the time this submission gets approved, it will mark one year since I wrote the first Good Neighbors story that started the adventures of Marcie and Leo. I want to thank everyone who made it efficient. From Marcie who inspired me to begin writing again to the readers who check these out. I hope to continue as long as I am able. I may not be pumping them out as much as I was when I first started writing back in 2007. Still Marcie does a good job motivating me to be innovative and to keep moving forward. As at all times, it is to her I dedicate this writing. Enjoy!!)

There are many folks who read my stories who think I am the definition of whipped. I have heard that a few times. The thing is I at all times want my girl to know she’s being taken care of. It doesn’t matter if it’s physical, financial or emotional. The fact is I never want Marcie to doubt the way I feel about her.

The thing is she does the same for me. Ever since she became my friend, she was at all times there for me. I don’t think we ever intended to be romantic, but it ended up that way and it’s been wonderful since. There are many differences between her and I. The bottom line is that we Love each other and use every opportunity to prove it even when we don’t have to.

The salesman at the furniture shop didn’t need to ask what we were looking for. She went straight to the living room set and asked about it. The salesman smiled a little bigger when she handed him back the swatch of fabric. It took a little time to sign the paperwork and to pull out my credit card. We were looking forward to our new living room set arriving in a few weeks.

She called Mike’s father to ask about if a family in need could use a used couch. Mike’s father was the man who officiated our wedding. She seemed to smile afterwards. She looked at me as she hung up her cell while I drove.

“Mike’s dad has a family who could use the couch. He said he’d bring the truck by this weekend.”

“You think we could go without a couch for another week?”

“I’m sure we could. Just means more time in the dining room or in the bedroom.”

I looked over and saw that playful smile of hers. She was wearing a blue flannel shit with her choker around her neck. The flannel was open revealing her black tank top she wore underneath. I swear that woman knows what buttons to push on me, not that I mind one bit. We were home soon when we saw Aubrey and Wes next door. It looked like they were looking at the front spigot. I looked at Marcie and smiled before she shooed me over.

As I approached, Wes had that puzzled look on his face. It was when I approached that I saw what they were trying to do. They had my hose connected and was attempting to put out the sprinkler I used to water the grass. It was then Aubrey spoke.

“You never told me where the water valve was.”

I looked at her before motioning for them to follow. We walked into my old house and went downstairs to the basement. As I approached the water control, she smacked herself in the forehead.

“I feel like such a dumbass.”

“You’re not. It’s just I forgot to tell you about it. I turned off the water to the outside spigots prior to you moving in because I didn’t want the pipes to freeze.”

“Well, hope I can figure out how to water the lawn now,” Wesley said.

I looked at him.

“Just put the sprinkler out in the front yard. I’ll call my yard guy and have him come out. It’s the least I could do for forgetting to tell you about the water.”

Both smiled before I let myself out and headed back next door. As I walked in, I was greeted by a bottomless Marcie, albeit she was wearing her black underwear under the black tank top and blue flannel. I stood there surprised before she walked forward.

“Have I thanked you properly, kind sir, for helping me replace the living room?”

“You have,” I answered, my hands finding her gorgeous Ass as I leaned in for a kiss. “But I appreciate you showing me more affection. You know I Love it when you surprise me.”

She allowed the flannel to fall to the ground. She then leaned in for a deeper kiss.

“Shall we continue this in the bedroom, Leo?” she asked me.

I nodded my head before I followed her into the bedroom. We started with more kisses as she helped me out of my shorts and t-shirt until I was almost as barely clothed as she was. We started making out, our lips kissing each other as we held each other. It was when her hand found my erection that she smiled.

“This looks serious, Leo. I should help you relieve this ache of yours,” she said as she started rubbing me though my boxer briefs.

I kept kissing on her neck as she slowly pulled the underwear down and started stroking me slowly. I started moaning as I kept kissing her neck until she looked at me.

“I bet I know what kind of therapy your ache needs.”

She let go of me and slipped her black panties down her legs before beckoning me to slide on top of her. I did as she wished, sliding in and slowly moving inside her as her arms surrounded my neck. It was the slow deliberate way I enjoyed it. As I have said in the past, it wasn’t at all times about using kink on each other. Kink is an accent to what we already do. Sometimes, we just like the conventional way of making Love. My hands were holding me up as I thrusted inside her slowly and methodically. It was when I felt her mouth on my neck biting a bit that I started thrusting deeper.

I could feel the beast inside me desiring to take control. I pushed myself up so I could mover her legs over my shoulders. My hands went to her tank top and ripped it down the middle, exposing her breasts. She gave me a look of surprise before I thrusted as deeply as I could, pushing her legs so she was taking everything I had. I fucked her that way for a bit before I pulled out and moved her so she could ride me.

She took benefit. Before she even slid me inside her, she latched her teeth onto one of my nipples and bit it hard. I could hear myself yelling “Oh, fuck!” as she did. I could see her smiling more maliciously before she slid my cock inside her.

“You’re gonna cum deep in my Pussy,” she said more commandingly. “Then you’re going to buy me a replacement tank top.”

I looked at her and nodded my head. My hands went to her hips as she started riding me, her body squeezing me even tighter. It wasn’t long until I lost the battle and filled her the way she desired. She held herself in place for a few moments before she smiled.

“It was an old tank top anyway,” she replied.

“Still, I shouldn’t had torn it like that,” I replied apologetically.

“It’s alright, Leo. I left two really deep marks. You’ll be able to hide this one,” she replied as she rubbed the nipple where she bit. “However, this one might be more difficult.”

She rubbed where her teeth bit my neck. She then smiled.

“Oops,” she said.

I started holding her tight and just rubbing her while she squirmed. Yeah, to the reader I might seem like a whipped husband. It doesn’t matter to me. What does matter is that I have Marcie and she has me. That’s what makes me happy. That’s my safe harbor.