When Maggie Mueller married her husband twelve years ago, she truly believed that they would grow together and that their passion would only grow. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other when they met. Their clothes just seemed to fall off if they had more than a few minutes alone together. Even after they were married, it felt like they were permanent newlyweds.
They were in their mid-thirties now, parents of a toddler, and things had changed. The flame of their passion had been snuffed. Maggie had hoped it was just because they were new parents, and they were exhausted all of the time. She certainly took a lot of the blame in the first couple of years. It took that long for her interest in sex to return. But it had returned with a vengeance. Unfortunately, Charlie couldn’t seem to get his flame going again.
Charlie spent most of his waking hours working. Maggie sympathized that he felt pressure to provide now that they were parents, but she needed him at home too. She only returned to work part-time after the baby, telecommuting a couple days a week. Charlie acted like they would starve if he didn’t work all the hours he was offered. His job kept him on the road for long hours and even took him away over some nights. Maggie was lonely, but she felt like a shrew complaining when Charlie was working so hard. But her real problem was that even when he was home, Charlie hardly touched her. She would have thought he was having an affair, but he’d never had a wandering eye.
Maggie could not say the same. It seemed that the less Charlie wanted sex, the more she craved it. She’d loved sex from the time she discovered it. Those couple years when she didn’t want it had been an identity crisis. The relief she felt when her libido returned was crushed by Charlie’s lack of interest. In the vacuum of her husband’s inattention, Maggie had started noticing other men and the way they looked at her. It seemed that whenever she was out and about, guys were checking her out, and Maggie loved the attention. She’d developed quite the fantasy life, touching herself in bed at night as she thought about a hot guy who’d flirted with her at the supermarket or the mall.
Guys paid attention because Maggie was hot. She was an early bloomer and the attention she received when she had a bigger chest than any of the other girls in her grade embarrassed her at first. She learned to love it — even seek it when she was younger. As a mom in her mid-thirties, Maggie knew she was as hot as ever. The baby weight had dropped right off her, and she was a slim, petite woman with big, attention-grabbing tits and curly auburn hair. Maggie tried to be humble about it, but it felt false.
Maggie was a huge flirt, but it was just sport to her. It didn’t mean anything, and it wasn’t a threat to her marriage. Charlie had always hated it — he was jealous by nature — and she tried not to do it around him. Temptation wasn’t a problem for her except for one guy — the boy next door.
Brian had moved in next door last year when he inherited the house from his late aunt. He was about ten years younger than Maggie and he was a tall drink of water. Brian ran his own landscaping company and it kept him fit. He had typical black Irish looks, black hair, and pale skin, despite all the time he spent working outside. In the winter, he worked plowing snow, like most landscapers. It baffled Maggie that a girl hadn’t snagged him yet, but Brian seemed content to play the field. She was jealous of the stream of women she often saw sneaking out early Sunday mornings. More than once, she’d fantasied about being one of those girls. It didn’t help that she knew Brian was also interested. She’d caught him checking her out more than once when they ran into each other outside.
“I don’t know when I’m going to make it home. These systems are all screwed up out there. I could be gone through the end of the week,” Charlie said over the phone.
That was nothing new, Maggie thought. “You know there’s a storm coming.”
“Yeah, I know, but your parents don’t live far away, I don’t think you’ll have any problems. Just be careful if you have to go out.”
“Yeah, okay,” Maggie said, trying to hide her anger. Charlie really did mean well, but he was more concerned with work than leaving her home alone during a Nor’easter.
“Got to go. Tell Meghan her daddy loves her,” Charlie said and rang off.
No love for me, Maggie thought.
The Nor’easter dumped more snow on them than they’d seen in ten years. Almost two feet of snow blanketed everything. Maggie felt trapped. She couldn’t dig all that out on her own, and she wasn’t going to call her seventy-five-year-old father over to shovel. She blamed Charlie, even if it was unfair.
Maggie worked all morning while the baby played quietly in her crib and when she took Meghan up for her nap, she laid down too. The hungry baby woke her up crying about an hour later and Maggie carried her daughter downstairs. Looking out front at the kids playing in the snow she saw that the street had been plowed down the middle. It paid to have someone with a plow living on the street. Miraculously, her driveway had been plowed too. The walkways were even cleared. It had to have been Brian. He was a lifesaver. She looked over and saw his truck in his driveway and decided she had to go over and thank him.
With a heavily bundled Meghan in her arms, Maggie knocked on Brian’s door. It took him a while to answer and when he did, he was on the phone. Not wanting to make her stand outside in the cold with the baby, Brian waved them in and shut the door. The poor man looked exhausted.
“Hello ladies, what can I do for you?” Brian asked, hanging up.
“I just wanted to come over and thank you for plowing the driveway. It would have taken me forever to clear that.”
“Well, I know your husband’s on the road a lot and you have the baby to take care of.”
He was sweet on top of being sexy. Too good to be true. Maggie fought the urge to throw him down and take him on his couch. It was a good thing she was holding Meghan. “Well, thank you for thinking of us. You look so tired.”
“I am working twelve hours shifts to try and cover all my contracts. I barely have time to think, let alone sleep. I haven’t even eaten since this morning.”
“You have to eat. You should come over this evening for a home-cooked meal.” Maggie made the offer without thinking.
“I don’t want to be any trouble. I’m sure you have better things to do.”
“Nonsense. You did something nice for us and I should do something for you. It’s no trouble. Charlie’s out town, the company would be nice. And you have to eat. You can’t say no.”
“I guess if you feel so strongly about it. But I won’t be done until late, almost nine. Is that okay?
Maggie smiled. “That’s perfect. I’ll have time to put Meghan down first.” Nine o’clock it is.”
Maggie began defrosting steaks as soon as she returned home. She spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready, acting like she had a date. It wasn’t a date. She understood that but it was fun to pretend, and she hadn’t felt that kind of excitement in ages. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d really done her hair or put on more than a bit of lipstick. She tried on a few outfits before settling on a charcoal plaid kilt and clingy, deep V-necked green sweater that matched her eyes. It was dressy for dinner at home, but she knew Brian would appreciate it, and Maggie wanted to be appreciated.
Brian arrived just after nine. He looked truly exhausted, but he was also freshly showered and wearing a nice sweater and jeans. He even had a bottle of wine. It started to feel more like a date. Warning bells went off in Maggie’s head and she ignored them.
“You look great,” Maggie said.
“I had to shower. I didn’t want to come all scruffed up from work. You look pretty fantastic, Maggie.” He wasn’t shy about checking her out while he said it.
“I took dinner as an excuse to get out of my sweats. I don’t have much excuse to make an effort these days.”
“You don’t need an excuse, Maggie. And you don’t need to make an effort either.”
Brian uncorked the wine and they sat down to dinner. Maggie already had a bottle chilling and they moved on to that when they finished Brian’s. He was effusive with his praise over her kitchen skills, swearing he’d never had a better steak. Maggie thought he was laying it on thick, but she ate up the praise. It had been ages since she’d heard it. After dinner, she cleared the plates while he started a fire. Neither of them was ready for the evening to end.
“This time of the year sucks. The money’s great, but I hate had being out in the cold all day,” he said. They were at opposite ends of the couch.
“That must be tough.”
“It has to be tough for you to have Charlie away so much.”
Maggie smiled. “It is. Sometimes I feel like I’m a single mom. I love Charlie, but that doesn’t make me any less lonely.”
“You shouldn’t be lonely, Maggie.”
“I’m not lonely right now.”
“You know, seeing you outside in the summer was the high point of my day. Seeing you out there in the yard with Meghan was so sweet.”
“Thanks,” she replied, but she didn’t want Brian just thinking of her as the mom next door. “I love being outside.”
Brian wound his shoulder to work out a kink and winced.
“So, it must be hard with your husband away so much.”
“Does it really hurt that bad?” Maggie asked.
“Doesn’t feel great, but a nice hot bath before I go to bed, and I’ll be fine.”
“How about a massage now? I’ve been told I have very good hands.”
“I wouldn’t want to put you out any more than I already have.”
“It would be my pleasure. You earned it today.”
Maggie was drunk enough to throw caution to the wind. She wanted to get her hands on Brian, even if it was just a massage. Massages often turned into more, but she tried to put that out of her mind as she moved around behind him.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders. They were hard, and it wasn’t just tension. Brian was all muscle. Maggie worked her fingers hard into him, trying to work out a knot, and he moaned. It tingled Maggie all the way down to her core.
“Mmm, that does feel good. I think you were right about those hands of yours.” Maggie massaged his neck and ran her fingers through his hair.
“But I’ve barely started,” Maggie said, enjoying touching him a bit too much.
Maggie leaned forward to reach his lower back, pressing her breasts to his head. She swore he nuzzled back against her chest. She smiled and suggested, “It’s hard to reach all of you like this. Why don’t you lay down?”
As she came around the couch Brian caught her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. She uttered a surprised, “Hey!”
“Is this a better position?” he asked, brushing back an auburn curl from her face.
“I don’t know that I can get all of you,” she replied. Her heart was pounding. She’d fantasized about this moment so many times, but now that it was here, she was frightened. She knew she should not be in his lap, but she didn’t try to move.
“You can reach the important parts,” he said, grinning. When Maggie didn’t answer, he added, “Did I misread the signs? If I’m out of line, Maggie…”
She kissed him. It was a wild impulse and happened before her brain could process it. Hers was a soft, almost chaste kiss, like when she first learned to kiss boys. But Brian ran with the ball and kissed her again, taking her breath away. He ran his fingers through her curls and teased her tongue with his, and Maggie melted. The decent part of her screamed that she had to throw him out and run upstairs and take care of herself. She ignored that voice. Brian was giving her the attention she’d been craving for so long.
Brian kissed her neck, giving Maggie the good shivers all the way down to her core. He kissed his way down, burying his face in her cleavage. His hand was in her sweater, groping her through the lace of her bra and finding her diamond-hard tips. Her heart pounded as she pulled her sweater over her head. She’d worn her sexiest black lace bra. Who was she kidding? Brian hadn’t misread a thing. Maggie had been thinking of this moment all day. She’d dressed like he would be seeing her without her clothes. He grinned at her tits. She always loved the way guys reacted to her girls.
Brian flicked open her bra clasp like an expert and the garment fell away. She whimpered and moaned as he attacked her breasts. He seemed to instinctively know just how she wanted to be touched. It had been so long since a new man had explored her body like that. She felt his excitement and it fed her own. He wasn’t gentle with her, and Maggie loved it. The sharpness of his teeth on her flushed tips made her cry out.
“Ahh…Brian…feels so good,” she moaned, crushing his face to her chest. She felt a growing lump beneath her and wiggled her butt into it.
Maggie pulled him back into a fiery kiss and he pushed a hand through the fold of her kilt. Her tiny black thong was soaked through and his touch there had her panting as he nibbled on her neck. Maggie thought he must have thought she was an easy mark. Did all his girls get so worked up so easily? Maggie almost wanted to explain how starved she was for attention. He had no idea how horny she was. Brian rubbed a little circle over her clit and she cried out, feeling a sharp, quick tremor in her core. God, she loved his strong hands. She was ready to drag him up to the bedroom when her phone rang.
“Ignore it,” he said, kissing her.
“I can’t. Charlie will be worried about the storm. Just give me one second.” She leaned over and grabbed her phone from the coffee table. She knelt on the floor when she answered. “Hey, honey,” she brightly said.
“Are you okay? I saw how much snow you guys got on the news. Were you able to get out?” Charlie said.
“It’s pretty bad, everything’s covered. It’s just a mess out there. On the news they suggested people stay in tonight, they say everything is going to freeze.” As she spoke, Maggie felt Brian come up behind her, then felt his hands on her. He reached around from behind, cupping her bare breasts and teasing her dark pink nipples. Maggie bit back a moan and tried to shoo Brian away, but he stood his ground. He started biting her neck and kept a hand teasing her breasts while another hand moved down and into the fold of her kilt.
“Are you trapped in the house?” Charlie asked.
Maggie took a deep breath, then spoke to her husband. “No. You know Brian from next door? He came over and took care of me. He plowed everything.”
Brian had the kilt bunched at her waist and his hand in her thong. Fingers pressed between her slick lips and she barely bit back a moan. Brian whispered in her free ear, “You’re gonna get plowed, Maggie.”
Maggie turned and shot him a look, but his fingers in her snatch were so distracting. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing under control.
“Are you okay, Maggie? You sound a little funny,” Charlie said.
Maggie covered the phone for a moment and let out a throaty moan. “God, don’t do that, Brian. My husband is on the phone. Mmmm…”
“Not my fault. Maybe he should thank me for taking care of you,” Brian whispered, grinning, then pushed a finger into her pussy. Maggie spread her legs further apart and Brian began fingering her faster.
“Honey? You there?”
“Sorry, I was listening for the baby. She’s crying upstairs, I really need to go,” Maggie said, using every bit of self-control to keep from collapsing into a quivering puddle on the floor.
“Okay, I love you,” Charlie said.
“Love you too,” Maggie murmured, stabbing for the end call button and dropping her phone. She turned on Brian and pushed him onto his back on the couch. “You bastard,” Maggie said, laughing. She jumped onto the couch with Brian, straddling him.
Brian reached up and squeezed Maggie’s breasts as her hair cascaded around him. Maggie kissed Brian aggressively while working on his belt. She was struggling and straightened up while Brian did it for her. She helped him off with his pants, shedding her panties at the same time. Brian reached under Maggie’s skirt and caressed her thighs.
It was strange, but talking to her husband had strengthened her resolve to fuck their neighbor. Maggie’s fear was gone. She knew that Brian was going to fuck her and hopefully more than once, and she knew she’d do anything to encourage it. She especially felt that when she got her hands on his thick rod. He wasn’t much longer than her husband, but so thick. She couldn’t wait to find out how the difference would feel inside her.
Brian loved the feel of her taut thighs. The MILF next door was a major piece of ass. Maggie stroked his cock and she had great hands. Charlie was clearly a fool for leaving such a piece of ass of a wife alone so much. Brian had Maggie’s skirt bunched up around her waist and he could see her pussylips glistening and opening in anticipation of his touch. He let his hands roam higher to her hot bare thighs and then finally he touched her pussy. He spread her lips so he could tease it, licking his fingertips and then rubbing the hard little nub. It drove Maggie crazy, and she was bucking on top of him, clutching at his cock. She took his hand to control his motion, but instead of letting Maggie pull his hand away, Brian plunged two fingers into her churning pussy.
Maggie leaned back and pumped herself up and down on Brian’s fingers, but he knew she needed the real thing. He’d known it from the second she showed up on his doorstep. He came over knowing he was going to fuck the lonely housewife. She leaned forward and impaled herself on him. He was gripped inside her like a fist. Maggie felt incredible and Brian wondered why he’d waited so long to make this happen.
“Oh fuck, Maggie. Where did you learn that?” he moaned.
“I know a few tricks. I’m not just a pretty face,” she said giggling, a look of pure joy on her face. She liked thinking she was in control and he let her.
“Show me what you’ve got.”
Maggie put on a clinic, working her hips and her muscles and slowly sliding on his cock. She proved that an experienced, confident woman was better than any girl he picked up at the bar. Brian was blown away. Maggie was the hottest chick he’d ever been with. His fingers dug into her hips and he began thrusting up at her. She was a goddess, and he couldn’t control himself. Maggie’s control slipped as he fucked up at her. She bounced up and down on his cock with abandon. Seeing those amazing tits bounce was the greatest show on earth. She arched her back, thrusting them forward as she howled and came. She was beautiful when she came. He held her hips in an iron grip and kept fucking up into her and it seemed that she just kept on coming. She finally collapsed onto him, smothering him with kisses.
“Ohmygod…ohmygod…ohmygod…” she murmured between kisses. Brian loved a girl who appreciated him this much. He felt like a king.
Maggie fell back off of him, a trembling, flushed mess. His was still steely, his cock glistening with her juices. She saw he wasn’t finished and smiled. Maggie crawled down onto the floor, dragging a throw off the back of the couch. She spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace and spread her legs for him. He’d never had a better invitation, but he had to see how badly she wanted him.
Brian knelt by her head and fed Maggie his cock. She opened up and swallowed him, not deterred that he was soaked with her. It was kind of slutty, and he loved it. He bet Maggie could get very slutty. He held the back of her head and she let him slowly fuck her mouth. Brian didn’t take advantage and choke her with it. It was enough to feel her hungry mouth sucking him. Maggie was beautiful with his cock in her mouth. There were few things Brian loved more than seeing another man’s wife blowing him. He had to pull out of her mouth to avoid blasting down her throat.
He took a pillow off the couch and slipped it under her ass. It titled her hips up enough that he could kneel between her legs and slip right into her. Brian was sure her husband never fucked her like this. He loved the power he got in this position. It was time to dominate Maggie and show her who this pussy belonged to. Brian held her thighs and pounded her like a jackhammer. Maggie went wild, howling and clawing at his thighs. Her tits bounced crazily. He wished he was recording this. Next time, he thought.
Maggie had been with a lot of guys, but she’d never felt like more of a slut. It felt like she was seducing Brian before, but now he was using her body like it belonged to him. The way he made her come, maybe it did. She was ready to do anything for him after the way she came on top of his cock. When he fed her his slick cock, she eagerly sucked it. And now he was pounding her pussy, splitting her open in a way her husband never could. Yes, maybe she did belong to Brian now.
Her orgasm came so swiftly, so intensely, it was like a smack in the face. Maggie screamed and was still trembling and lightheaded when Brian flipped her over, the pillow under her hips pushing her ass at him. He teased her with his head and she squirmed, pushing at him.
“Mmmm, Brian, don’t tease me, please. Put it in and fuck me. I want to make you come too,” Maggie moaned wantonly.
“I like to tease,” he said, giving her his fingers instead of his dick.
Maggie fucked back onto his fingers. He’d already made her come more times than Charlie had all year, but she still needed more. She would take anything Brian gave her.
“Please…please fuck me…”
“Is this my pussy?”
“Yes,” she moaned. His control pierced to her core. She loved his strength.
“Do you want to come again, Maggie?”
“Oh god…yes…please…”
Just the feeling of helplessness almost made her come again. Brian was a master at this. He was her master.
“What will you do for me, Maggie?”
“Anything…oh god…anything…”
“That’s a good girl,” he said, chuckling.
Brian plunged his cock back into Maggie and fucked her with hard, fast strokes. While he did, he used his fingers, wet from her pussy to press at her tight asshole. Maggie was too awash in pleasure from his assault on her pussy to really even notice.
Brian rubbed her clit, wetting his fingers again, and then pressed the tip of his finger into Maggie’s asshole. The tingling his finger caused gave way to pain and Maggie cried out. It wasn’t pain, but it was so intense she wasn’t ready for it. Of course, her husband never touched her there and she didn’t know what to think of it. But after all the pleasure Brian had given her, Maggie was more than happy to let him have free reign over her body. She did promise him anything.
Maggie cried out in shocked pleasure as Brian pushed his finger farther into her ass and then added another one. He pumped his fingers into her ass in time with his cock pounding her snatch, going deeper with each thrust, opening her up. The tingling just bordered on pain, but it was driving Maggie wild, almost like an itch she couldn’t scratch. It wasn’t like anything she’d felt before. It was almost like being a virgin all over again. When Brian knew Maggie was enjoying what he was doing, he didn’t hold back, driving his fingers into her ass while fucking her pussy hard and Maggie came, trembling and shouting from the effort. It was her most intense orgasm so far. She remembered the baby upstairs and tried to quiet down, but her trembling only got worse. She knew Brian had complete control of her now.
“You know I’m going to fuck your ass now, Maggie,” Brian whispered into her ear, bent over her. His cock rested between her legs, twitching, but his fingers still slowly pumped in and out of her churning ass.
“Yes…” Maggie moaned. “My ass is yours. Just please be gentle.”
Brian smiled and bit the prone wife’s ear. He loved this part. He knew Maggie hadn’t been like this with her husband in years, if ever. Maggie had been throwing out signals since last summer, running around in those little tank tops, leaning over the fence. He’d decided then that he’d fuck her if he ever got the chance. Just looking at her he knew Maggie needed it. And now she was his completely. A beautiful woman. A sweet woman. Brian wanted to make Maggie come, wanted to give her the fucking she deserved.
“Please stop teasing me,” she begged.
“Tell me what you want, Maggie,” he demanded.
“Please…please fuck my ass, Brian…”
Satisfied, he pushed his cock against her little asshole, then pushed inside her with a little pop. Maggie bit her fingers to keep from crying out. He knew this hurt more than his fingers. Maggie’s butt was ridiculously tight. He knew Charlie had never been back there. His loss. Maggie’s ass now belonged to Brian, and he would take it any time he wanted. He slowly took it, letting her adjust, letting her get used to the full feeling. Brian knew how to break in an ass. Only when Maggie started wiggling that ass did he really start moving. When her whimpers turned to deep, guttural moans he fucked that ass.
Maggie heated up fast. She pushed back onto his cock. She reached under her body and rubbed her pussy. Yeah, he was stupid to wait so long for this. Maggie was a hot little piece. He drove hard into her ass, his balls slapping her pussy.
“Uhn…uhn…fuck my ass…fuck my ass…uhn god…yeah…Brian…”
Brian used every trick in the book to hold back. He didn’t want it to end, but Maggie’s tight ass was too good. She milked the cum right out of him. He pounded her jiggling ass through another screeching orgasm and then he finally shot his load deep in her ass. When he finished, she was gapping open, a thin line of his seed leaking from her. It was a job well done, he thought.
Maggie lay on the floor in a fog. The night didn’t feel real. Surely she didn’t just beg the neighbor to fuck her ass. She didn’t tell him that he owned her pussy. Her ass ached with a dull throb and she knew her pussy would be sore in the morning. She’d never had such a thick man take her so hard. She hated to think it, but Charlie could never compete with that. Her husband had never even asked for anal. Brian didn’t ask either. He demanded it, and she loved that. It was all real. She had promised Brian she belonged to him. Deep down, she knew she meant it. She tried to tell herself this was a one-night-stand, but that wasn’t true. Maggie couldn’t control herself with Brian right next door. She rolled over and smiled up at him. He sat back on his heels and returned her smile.
“You’re incredible, Maggie. I mean it. I’ve never had a woman quite like you,” he said.
“You’re incredible. All of it. I mean, I can’t believe I did those things, but wow…”
“You did those things because you needed to let all that out.” He laid down next to her, kissing her. “I’m just the lucky guy who was here for it.”
“You’re the one who brought it out in me. Thank you.”
“Thanks for honoring me with all that.”
Maggie laughed. “Don’t get all respectful now, Brian. You just treated me like a whore.”
He rubbed his thumb over her lips, and she sucked it. “You want to be treated like a whore, don’t you, Maggie.”
“I just cheated on my husband. I am a whore.”
“Then let’s go upstairs and find out just how much of a whore you can be, Maggie.”
She smiled. “Yes, please.”
Charlie stared at his phone in disbelief. He’d tried screaming into it, telling Maggie to stop, but she didn’t hear it. She was too busy fucking the neighbor. And then, as he listened to his wife beg their hunky neighbor to fuck her, Charlie took out his cock and stroked it. He mindlessly abused his dick as he listened to sweet Maggie begging the neighbor to fuck her ass. He shot his load in shame as she screamed she was coming.
He should have hated Maggie, but he’d never wanted her more. Did she miss the button to hang up the phone, or did she know Charlie was on the line and was torturing him? Was this her way of telling Charlie that she was having an affair with the neighbor? He knew their passion had waned. It wasn’t waning now. He was ashamed that it took hearing the neighbor railing his wife to make him want her again. God, did he want her! Charlie would have crawled home through the snow to experience Maggie’s used pussy.
Charlie didn’t know what he would do when he got home. Could he just pretend it didn’t happen? He didn’t want to confront her because he didn’t want Maggie to stop. She promised Brian that her pussy was his now, and Charlie wanted him to have it. It would be delicious to know that anytime he was away from the house that Brian could be using Maggie’s willing body. Charlie just had to figure out a way to watch next time…
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