Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors II Ch. 1
A day out on the bay puts Sam right back where she wants to be…in her stud neighbor’s arms. All her husband can do is watch!


Getting ready to go out on the boat makes me feel like a kid again. I also feel very much like I’m getting ready for a date. I had a taste of that the last few times we went over to the DeSimones’. Hank’s flirting had me excited to see him on those nights together, and I wanted to look good for him, even though it was all flirting then. The sexual tension between us was palpable, something I denied to my husband when he accused me of dressing up for the neighbor. I was too embarrassed to admit Corey was right. I never dreamed anything would happen with Hank anyway. The flirting was just a fun game. I know now it was deadly serious.
I’m not sure what the expectation for today is — at least I pretend I don’t. It’s for Corey that we pretend Hank having me isn’t a foregone conclusion. I’m willing to play along for his sake. Corey may want this to happen, but he’s still not comfortable admitting it. I try to hide my excitement, but all I can think about is Hank’s hands all over me.
I dig deep into the back of the drawer holding my swimsuits. I still wear two-piece swimsuits, but they’re of the more modest, suburban mom-appropriate type. A tankini, or if I’m feeling particularly daring, a halter top two-piece with a lot of coverage. I left my skimpy, string bikini days behind long ago. But Hank inspires me. He wants to see my body, and I want to show it off to him.
The muted-red bikini is balled up in the very back corner of the drawer. I can’t believe I didn’t get rid of that thing long ago. Nostalgia probably made me forget to toss it. It was my go-to bikini back in my twenties — your classic triangle top, string bikini with ties on the sides of the bottoms. I close the bedroom door and model it in the full-length mirror.
I bet it’s been more than fifteen years and at least one kid ago since I’ve worn this thing. I remember wearing it to a community pool when I was in my twenties and Ashleigh was just a baby and getting dirty looks from the other mothers. I don’t tend to shame easily, and I knew they were only angry because their husbands were looking at me, but I realized then that maybe I needed a more grown-up bathing suit since I’d become a respectable wife and mother.
It may be immodest, but I feel like I still wear the bikini fairly well. I’d kill to roll the clock back a couple of decades and have my twenty-four-year-old body back, but I was probably too skinny back then. Twenty years on and two kids later, my body is curvier. My butt is plumper, my boobs fuller. My tummy isn’t tight as a drum anymore, but it’s still respectably flat. I hate getting up at five a.m. to work out, but I’m proud of the results. There’s a reason Hank wants to fuck me, I think. My butt spreads out of the bottoms no matter how much I pull at the fabric, but I can live with that if it’s just the four of us on the boat. My boobs are falling out of the top, too. I’ll have to be careful about how I move, or I’ll be giving a show, and I don’t want to look like I’m desperate for it.
I throw on a pair of shorts and a tank top over the bikini because I don’t want Corey to see it. I reason that I want it to be a surprise for him, but I just don’t want him freaking out. I remember how he complained about the dress I wore the last time we saw the DeSimones — the night I fucked Hank. When I go downstairs, he’s watching my every move anyway. My jean shorts are short, and my tank top is tight, showing off my body. It’s just slightly more modest than the bikini. I braid my hair into a right-hanging ponytail to finish the look.
Corey vibrates with nervous energy as we load the car, but he tries to hide it. I feel guilty. He’s obviously a mess over this, while I couldn’t be more excited. At least the DeSimones aren’t outside when we’re getting ready to depart. They must have already left for the marina. Tina had suggested we all go to the marina, which is about an hour away on the bay, together but Corey was adamant we travel separately. I understand. Things could be awkward afterward.
Tina meets us in the marina parking lot when we arrive. I called her to lead us to the boat slip. Hank is on the boat getting it ready to depart. She looks incredible, as always, and I try to shrug off the stab of jealousy when Corey stares at her walking toward us. Her white fishnet coverup is so wispy I don’t know why she bothered throwing it on. Her neon pink bikini underneath glows through the pointless fishnet. Walking in tall, wedge-heeled sandals puts an extra bounce in her step that my husband appreciates. I feel silly in my simple flip-flops, but I chose to be practical for the boat.
Corey enthusiastically accepts Tina’s hug, his hands inches away from grabbing her ass. That doesn’t seem like the husband I know. I wonder if he’s hard. Cheek kisses are a thing of the past. She kisses Corey on the lips, lingering a moment too long for a platonic, friendly greeting.
I’m next and plaster on a smile to hide my jealousy when she embraces me. I’m sure Corey likes seeing how our breasts crush together. Tina kisses me on the lips too, also lingering. I’m so surprised, I almost don’t notice the way it makes my heart flutter. I’m totally sexually primed. Hank won’t have to do much to get into my shorts today, but I’ll make him work at it anyway to make my husband feel better.
We follow Tina down the dock to the boat. Corey’s eyes are glued to Tina’s sashaying ass, and I can’t even be jealous because it’s so great I’m looking, too. I’d say that she’s sexy even when she’s not trying, but I suspect Tina is always trying. That woman is always on. We make a right, and my first view of Hank is of him standing on the bow of a big, white boat with Smuggler’s Blues printed on the stern in cursive lettering.
Hank is wearing baggy board shorts, sunglasses, boat shoes, and nothing else. His sculpted chest glistens in the sunlight, making him even more delectable than usual. My core tightens and I question if I’ll be able to play hard to get — even if it’s for Corey’s benefit. Seeing Hank there with his thick, powerful arms and tanned chest on display summons a visceral memory of what it was like to be in his arms and feel him inside me. This is the first time I’ve seen him since that night he fucked me, but it feels like it happened yesterday. He smiles down at me like the happy warrior he is. Hank even looks pleased to see Corey, even though he must know my husband has mixed feelings about him. Hank probably just doesn’t care.
“Hey guys, it’s great to see you,” he calls out, waving.
“Hank thought you guys might not show,” Tina says to us, back over her shoulder. “I told him there’s no way you two would miss this.”
Corey looks displeased that Tina so easily has him pegged, but it doesn’t bother me. She knows I want her husband to fuck me again. I return Hank’s wave and smile.
“Permission to come aboard, Captain,” I shout. Even though I’m wearing sunglasses, I shade my eyes to give Hank a nice, long look now that I’m closer.
Hank laughs. “I’m only captain for the day. It’s my buddy Chuck’s boat.”
“She’s a beauty. He must trust you a lot to let you take her out.”
“They don’t call us the United Brotherhood of Carpenters for no reason.” He winks at me and adds, “Local 232. We are like brothers. Get yourselves settled on board, and we can cast off in a few minutes.”
Hank comes around, hops down to the back deck of the boat, and greets Tina on the diving platform, offering her his hand to steady her as she boards. They share a kiss when she steps up through the short gate onto the back deck.
That’s the crazy thing about Hank and Tina. Whatever their deal is — I don’t claim to fully understand it — whether they’re swingers or in an open marriage or whatever they are, Hank dotes on Tina like they’re newlyweds, even after decades together. When we would go over to their house, Hank fussed over her like she was his queen — when he wasn’t flirting with me. It’s one of the reasons why I always thought the flirting with Hank was harmless, despite the sexual tension between us. A man like that would never cheat on his wife. It turns out, Hank doesn’t need to cheat. His wife wants him to sleep with other women. She encourages it. I benefit from it, but I don’t really understand it.
Hank offers me the same hand to help me aboard. I step up to the back deck, and he gives me the same kiss. I melt, and it’s not from the hot sun overhead. Tina reaches out and takes my bags. Hank offers Corey a hand, which he declines. Maybe he’s afraid Hank will try to kiss him, too. Corey should have taken the assistance because he wobbles when he steps onto the diving platform. Hank grabbing his arm is the only thing that keeps my husband from pitching into the water.
“You okay there, big guy?” Hank asks, twisting Corey up towards the couches on the back deck.
“Thanks,” Corey grumbles, swinging his backpack in front of him as he moves towards the nearest couch. If it was supposed to be a swipe at Hank, the larger man effortlessly sidesteps it.
The rear section has plenty of room for four, with two couches facing each other and a table between them, but it’s tight with all of us standing, and Hank holds my hips as he scoots past me to move into the cockpit with the controls. The unmistakable bulge of his package presses into my back, and the contact is electrifying.
I knew Hank was a big man before I ever saw his cock in the flesh. When a man is that big, it’s obvious, unless he’s always wearing baggy shorts and slacks, but Hank doesn’t work so hard on his body to hide it.
He wears shorts all summer. They aren’t skintight, but they don’t hide what he is packing. And when he wears jeans… let me just say it’s hard for a warm-blooded girl to ignore what he has. The first thing I noticed about Hank in jeans was his hard ass because it was so obvious. That ass is a muscular work of art. A man of sixty should not have an ass like that. I hate to say it, but it puts my husband’s ass to shame. I’ve always just wanted to grab that thing, and when I finally got the chance, it did not disappoint. But the showstopper is what’s going on in the front of his jeans. As perfect as Hank’s ass looks in tight denim, his package is even more magnificent. I remember running into Hank outside one day the first fall after we moved in and thanking god that I was wearing sunglasses, so it wasn’t completely obvious I was staring at the thing. I realize now that he probably knew. Hank always knew I was attracted to him.
Hank asks if we’re ready to go. We reply we are, and he asks if Corey can help him cast off the lines. I see my husband hesitate because he’s still unsteady on his feet, and I jump in.
“I’ll help. My dad had a boat when I was a kid, though it wasn’t nearly as nice as this one. I swear, most of my summers were spent on the water.”
“You get to be my first mate then,” Hank replies, beaming.
“Yes, sir.” I smile and snap off a salute.
Hank jumps onto the dock and frees the lines, tossing them back to me. I have to climb to get onto the bow and I feel him watching my ass as I ascend. I love having his attention focused on me. He jumps back aboard and fires up the engines. I’d love to join Hank up by the controls, but I see Corey is green around the gills. It’s not a good sign if he’s seasick before we’ve even left the dock. We’ve been on boats before, and he’s never had a problem. I wonder if it’s related to general anxiety about what he expects to happen. It makes me feel guilty for being so excited to see Hank again. I sit on the front-facing couch next to Corey and put my arm around him.
“Are you doing okay, hon?” I ask, rubbing his shoulders. The engines are loud behind us, and I have to shout into his ear.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just haven’t been on the water in a while. It’ll be fine. I just popped a Dramamine Tina gave me.”
“If you don’t think you’re up to this,” I say, as Hank pulls away from the dock. My heart sinks when I think Corey may actually want to get off the boat. He’d better speak now if that’s his plan.
“Really, Sam. I’m good. Don’t worry about me.” Corey lands a hand on my thigh and forces a smile.
“Hey, I need my first mate up here,” Hank calls back.
“Go on, Sam. Hank needs you,” Corey says in a biting tone.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Go on, darling. I’ve got Corey. He’s in good hands,” Tina chimes in.
I give my husband a long, slow kiss to remind the neighbor who he belongs to and go up to join Hank at the controls.
Hank has one hand on the throttles and the other on the wheel as he guides us out of the marina and into the open bay. He looks like a natural at the controls, and I get hot watching him in control of such a big, powerful boat. I slide into the seat beside him, and he briefly glances over to appreciate me, but he’s responsible and keeps his eyes on the water ahead of us.
“How is Corey holding up back there? I know the water is a little rough today. There’s a storm far out, but it shouldn’t arrive until tonight. We should be back well before then.”
“He’ll be fine. He just needs time to get his sea legs.”
“Tina will take good care of him.”
“I’m sure she will,” I reply, smirking. I resist the urge to check on our spouses in the back of the boat.
“Don’t worry, Sam. She doesn’t have designs on your husband.”
The way he says it makes it sound like it would be absurd for his wife to be interested in my husband. Hank might be more of an alpha than Corey, but Corey is a great guy and a passionate lover. Tina would be lucky to have him in her bed. I want to tell Hank that, but I don’t want to sound defensive. Corey needs to stand up for himself.
“I know. Maybe you guys have been doing this so long that it’s all routine, but there’s a learning curve for the rest of us.”
Hank laughs. “You make it sound like we’re a couple of wild and crazy swingers, fucking everyone we meet. It’s not like that, Sam, not at all.”
“Now you’re just trying to make me feel special.”
“You are special. I noticed it the day you moved in across the street.”
“You’ve had your eye on me since then?”
“Why do you sound surprised?”
“It’s just not something that would have occurred to me. Corey and I don’t live that kind of life, and you and Tina have always seemed so much in love.”
“We are in love, Sam. I adore my wife. No one can question my devotion to Tina. That devotion is why what we do works for us. We could never do these things if we weren’t deeply in love with each other and if we didn’t trust each other completely.”
“You make it sound so sweet.” I hope I don’t sound too snide.
“Don’t you trust Corey completely?”
“Of course, I do. And he trusts me.”
I say it reflexively but realize we haven’t been acting that way recently. We’ve both been keeping secrets and been suspicious of each other’s motives. Hank is right about one thing. If we’re going to do this and survive it, we do need to trust each other. Corey and I need to come together or we’re going to fall apart. I’m not going to let that happen.
“I hope so, Sam. We had a great time with you guys that night. I had a good time with you that night. I’ve missed seeing you.”
“I’ve missed you too, Hank. It’s weird that we did… that,” I trip over the words, unable to be more explicit in the moment, “and never talked afterwards. Makes it feel like a one-night stand.”
“I hope it’s not.”
“Isn’t that why you invited us out on the boat today?”
“I’m a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. Whatever happens, happens.”
Hank smiles when he says it. We both know he’s anything but. Hank is the kind of man who takes what he wants, the way he took me that night. We clear the marina, and he opens up the engines. Their roar cuts off any further discussion. The front of the boat lifts, pushing me back in my seat, and we’re off like a rocket.
I enjoy the wind on my face and the way my ponytail flutters in the wind. It reminds me of the old days being out on the boat with my dad. I stand up and lean forward over the windshield so I can really feel it. I laugh, thinking I’m having my I’m the King of the World moment.
The day was hot before we set out on the water, but it’s comfortable in the shaded cockpit with the wind blowing on me. None of that stops me from deciding it’s a good time to tease Hank. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea that I’m not interested.
I stay on my feet and pull the tank top over my head. When it drags my bikini top with it, I don’t rush to fix the triangles over my boobs. I don’t have huge boobs like Tina, but I flash a ton of sideboob, and Hank is there for it. He’s so busy appreciating my chest that I’m afraid he might crash the boat. I look him right in the eyes when I tug my top back into position. Hank’s a confident man. He doesn’t look away but keeps staring and smiles to show he likes what he sees. I shiver, and it’s not the breeze, but the effect of Hank’s attention focused on me.
“How would you like to steer her?” Hank asks, raising his voice above the roar of the engines.
“I’d love to!”
Hank doesn’t throttle down or slide out of the captain’s chair, but holds out his left arm, that charming smile growing wider. I don’t think he’s stopped smiling since he first saw me, and it makes me glow inside. I return that smile and slide over between his arms, settling onto his lap. My dad would let me steer from his lap when I was little, but it never felt like this.
I settle between his spread thighs and feel that big lump right against my butt. It jumps when I settle in, and my core tightens. Just being in contact with Hank’s manhood triggers the memory of feeling him inside me, and my craving for him intensifies. I grip the wheel hard with both hands and try to focus on steering the boat, not on what’s teasing me from beneath.
The power of the boat hums through me, and I realize how much I’ve missed this thrill. I wouldn’t call myself an adrenaline junkie, but I do love things that go fast and thrill at a sense of danger. The crystal blue water of the bay spreads out before me, and with the land receding in the background, I feel like I can go anywhere. It’s so freeing.
I open the throttles wider than Hank had it, and the boat bounces hard on the choppy water. My round ass bounces on Hank’s lap, and I feel him jump under me. Feeling his excitement makes me smile, and I bounce harder on his lap than is necessary.
“Careful, Sammy. Don’t forget this isn’t my boat,” Hank warns, using the jostling as an excuse to put his hands on my waist and steady me. Now that I’m back in his lap, he’s back to calling me Sammy. I’d kill anyone else for that, but I like it from him. Hank’s just that charming.
“Don’t worry, Hank. I can handle as much power as you’ve got.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Once he has an excuse to touch me, Hank drops the pretense that I need him to be my human seatbelt. He caresses my sides, and I squirm when it tickles. I think he enjoys torturing me and he keeps tickling me. Hank probably likes the way it makes me wiggle my ass on him.
“I thought you didn’t want me to crash,” I say, laughing.
“You said you could handle anything I’ve got, Sammy.”
“Very funny.”
I ease back on the throttles, but not on rubbing my butt into his crotch. Hank holds my hips and pushes up to meet me, wedging his bulge between my cheeks. His grip is so tight it feels like I couldn’t escape if I wanted to, and his power is such an aphrodisiac. Focusing on guiding the boat becomes difficult as the friction increases the heat between my thighs. It’s like I’m giving Hank a lap dance. I feel dirty and sexy. Corey can’t see much from behind us, but how much is his imagination filling in the blanks? How does he feel seeing me back on Hank’s lap?
Hank releases my hips, and he doesn’t have to hold me there to keep me grinding on his lap. His hands slide higher and cup my breasts through my top. Those big hands only grope me through my bikini for a moment before he just pulls it out of his way and massages my naked boobs. I bite my lip but still moan out loud. Corey can’t hear it over the roar of the engines anyway. Hank’s rough, calloused fingers roll my nipples, thrilling me. My pussy throbs in rhythm with my nipples, and I grind into his lap like I’m trying to wear away the clothing separating us. It would be amazing if Hank could just slip that big cock right inside me. Hank handles my body like it belongs to him, and I’m ashamed to say I love it.
“Is your pussy wet?” he asks, leaning close and kissing behind my ear.
“Yesss…” I hiss.
“I can’t wait to feel how wet you are for me, Sammy.”
Hank says it like it’s a foregone conclusion he’ll have me because we both know it’s true. I hope my husband is ready.
to be continued…




Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors II Ch. 2
Corey simmers watching his wife on Hank’s lap, despite Tina’s best efforts to distract him with the tiniest bikini and a hand on his dick…


I simmer watching Sam on Hank’s lap. She threw off her shirt before she got on there and I feel like she’s being too obvious. Sam pretended that she was going into today with a we’ll see what happens attitude, but it seems like she’s doing everything she can to make it happen.
I should be relieved that the seat blocks off my view of what’s happening between them, but not knowing is somehow worse. It feels shameful to admit that I want to see what Hank is doing to my wife. Sam is squirming a lot up there, but that’s all I can tell. I need to know what Hank is doing to make her wiggle around. My gut burns, and I tell myself that’s better than the seasickness I felt when I first boarded the boat. The Dramamine has kicked in, so at least I have that going for me.
Tina is close beside me, and watching her tits bounce with the motion of the boat is a welcome distraction. I don’t forget my wife is in Hank’s lap, but I’m glad Tina is so close to me.
“You look like you’re feeling better,” Tina says, slapping her hand on my thigh and leaving it there. She has to practically shout in my ear to be heard.
“Yeah, thanks for the medicine. It did the trick.”
“That’s great, hon. You don’t want anything getting in your way of enjoying today.”
“I don’t know if enjoy is the right word for it.”
“What do you mean, dear? I think we’ve established the truth of how you feel about Hank enjoying sweet Samantha.”
“It’s not as clean cut as you want it to be, Tina. And that’s if it happens.”
Tina laughs and I feel my cheeks heat up. “If…” she repeats, laughing. “Look at them, Corey. Do you have any doubt that Hank will do exactly as he pleases with your wife? And that’s as it should be. Samantha needs his cock. I’ve felt it since she stepped on the boat. Can’t you feel it, too?”
The boat is shooting across the water, and the way that makes Sam bounce on Hank’s lap makes it look like they’re already fucking. For a moment, I imagine he has slipped her shorts off and shoved his dick up inside her. The only reason I don’t think Sam is bouncing on Hank’s pole is that I’d hear the wailing, even over the engines roaring behind us. I stare up at them like I can develop x-ray vision if I focus enough.
“They look so natural together. I’m so happy for Samantha that she gets to experience this,” Tina says. It sounds like she’s whispering the dirty suggestion, even though she has to shout over the wind and the engines.
I don’t bother to reply. She’ll know if I’m lying, and I don’t want to admit the truth. I just keep staring at our spouses while my head fills with increasingly filthy thoughts. Tina grabs my cock, and I jump, my attention finally drawn away from Sam and Hank. I’m already hard, and my dick twitches when she massages it. I need her to stop, or I’m going to have an embarrassing moment.
“You’re happy she’s experiencing this, too. Why are you still fighting it?”
I have no answer for Tina because I don’t understand the thoughts and emotions flying fast and thick through my brain. Instead, I stare at her tits, which seems as good an idea as any, even if it’s counterproductive if I’m trying to avoid coming in my swimsuit.
“You can look all you want, dear. I love knowing I can still command your attention with Sam and Hank up there. Let me help you.”
Tina wiggles seductively as she works those curves to shimmy out of her barely-there coverup while sitting. She can’t stand safely with the way the boat is rocketing over the water. It should be awkward, but Tina makes it hot, and all I can think is that she must be incredible in the sack. She tucks the coverup onto the floor beneath the table in front of us so that it doesn’t blow away. Her grin is cocky when she leans back with her arms spread on the couch. She loves showing off that body.
“Is this better, dear?”
My mouth just hangs open. I’m not used to a woman so obviously throwing it out there. I never thought I could find such an intimidating woman so sexy.
“I know you’d rather my bikini was gone too, but that will have to wait until we’re someplace more private.”
Tina might as well be naked. The neon pink bikini covers very little. I’ve seen lingerie that hides more. Her tits spill out of the top, and the bottoms are so skimpy that I can’t believe her lips aren’t hanging out. She didn’t stand, but I remember from getting on the boat that the strip of fabric disappears between her cheeks in the back. Does she wear this suit out in public, or is it saved for when they host swinging parties on their friend’s boat? I can just imagine Tina strutting proudly down the beach in that thing. No one would believe that body belongs to a woman in her fifties. I bet the twenty-year-olds would want to fuck her more than the old guys. None of them would dare make a move with Hank there. But does he like men staring at his hot wife?
My dick throbs when she returns her hand to it. She casually rubs it like she’s just petting a cat. I’ve never met another woman who is so casually sexual. I want her to just take it out and finish me, or better yet, stuff me into her mouth, but Tina seems content to just tease me. She isn’t even looking at me but staring up at our spouses. The look of love in her eyes suggests everything she’s said about Hank and other women is true. Tina is totally into watching her husband with someone new. Will I ever be able to get to that point with Sam?
Sam stays in Hank’s lap piloting the boat while he gives her directions. I know she loves revving a big, powerful machine, but I bet she loves being on Hank’s lap even more. Our course zigzags over the water several times, leaving me curious what he’s doing to my wife to make her lose control of the boat. Her rocking on his lap doesn’t always match the motion of the boat. Sam has a sculped, tight ass, and Hank is lucky to have her gyrating all over his lap.
We go out for about forty-five minutes, and Sam guides the boat into a small cove shaded from the wider bay by heavy woods all around the mouth. The cove is wide enough for four or five boats our size, but we’re the only ones there. The entrance is so well hidden, I bet you can only find it if you already know where it is.
The boat stops about twenty feet out from a narrow strip of sand. Hank hops up to the bow to drop an anchor. Sam cuts the engines, and the sudden quiet is startling. My body feels like it’s still vibrating even with the powerful engine shut down. My cock is vibrating, too, because I need to come so badly. Tina’s hand has been in my lap the entire time, but it’s like she’s got this sixth sense about when I’m going to come because she always stops short of finishing me. I had plenty of hand jobs back in the day, but no girl ever edged me for that long without giving me a release. As frustrated as I am, I have to recognize Tina’s skill. The woman deserves an award.
Sam hops off the captain’s chair and pulls her bikini top back into place. She’s not quick enough to hide that her tits were completely exposed. Hank must have enjoyed that. Her cheeks are flushed, and I know it’s not because of the hot morning. Sam comes down and edges past Tina to sit in my lap. I feel like she’s throwing me a bone after spending the last forty-five minutes on Hank’s lap.
“You look like you’re feeling better,” she says, kissing me. It’s not the kind of peck she’d normally give me in front of other people, but a slow-burning, passionate kiss. I even get a flick of the tongue.
“Yeah, good thing Tina gave me that Dramamine. It did the trick.”
Sam wiggles her butt and laughs. “Feels like Dramamine isn’t the only thing Tina gave you.”
“She was nice enough to keep me occupied while you and Hank were up there doing whatever you were doing.”
“I was just showing off my boat piloting skills.”
“Right. Wasn’t the only thing you were showing off,” I reply, pointedly staring down at her tits.
“I didn’t take it off,” she defensively replies, as if letting Hank take off her top is any better than her just taking it off for him.
“I know what we’re here for.” I hope I don’t sound too brooding. My dick might be on board for all of this, but I still can’t get my head there, at least not consistently.
“Isn’t this a glorious spot?” Tina says. She’s up with Hank by the controls. His arm is around her waist, and she’s rubbing against him like a cat in heat. She’s enjoyed watching our spouses get closer.
“My buddy tipped us off to it. It’s a hidden treasure. Not a lot of people are even aware of it, and if they do spot it from the bay, they don’t come in because of the narrow opening. They’re afraid they’re going to run aground. It’s like a private little oasis. Like Blue Lagoon,” Hank says.
“Yeah, it’s great,” I reply, forcing a smile.
Of course, he’s brought us somewhere private. He probably plans to fuck my wife right out here in the open. I wish thinking about that didn’t make my dick throb.
“Do you ever see other people here?” Sam asks.
“Maybe one or two other boats, sometimes. Not usually. Was the most three, sugar?”
“I think so, sweetheart,” Tina replies, caressing her husband’s broad chest. Their pet names for each other are cute. They seem so deeply in love — except for the Hank fucking other women part.
“Ooo, I like the idea of having our own private spot. Isn’t that great, honey?” Sam says.
“Yeah. What could be better?” I reply.
“Samantha, honey, could you grab those big towels out of my bag and spread them out on the bow? I thought we could lay out up there. I’m going down to the galley to mix us up some cocktails,” Tina says.
“Great!”
to be continued…







Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors II Ch.3
Corey watches the wives lotion each other up, while Hank tries to convince him it’s all good…

Hank is in and out of the cabin down below, while the girls set up on the wide bow. I don’t know what he’s doing down there, and he doesn’t explain it. I just try to stay out of his way and stay seated at the back of the boat. It’s amazing to see how easily the big man moves through that narrow gap down the stairs to the cabin. I’d be banging into the frame every time I went. He’s a distraction, but my attention is on our wives on the bow. I even move up to the pilot’s seat so I can watch them through the windshield. They’re both standing, more surefooted than I can manage. The water in our secret cove is calmer than out on the bay, but the boat still bobs and requires balance to move about, especially up on the bow with no ready handholds.
I can’t hear what they’re talking about because Tina turned on the boat’s stereo system and is blaring some good, old-fashioned rock and roll. That’s not Sam’s kind of music, but she seems to be rolling with it, bobbing along to the song as she sets down her frozen margarita and strips down to her bikini. Even with Tina wearing a couple of scraps of fabric held together by pink neon dental floss, my wife still demands my attention in her skimpy bikini.
It’s daring for a mom-of-two in her mid-forties to wear a string bikini like that. Sam is a runner and takes pains to keep herself in great shape, and the little red bikini shows off all of that work. The bikini doesn’t look new, but I don’t recall ever seeing it, and I would definitely remember Sam in that. Maybe it’s so old it predates her kids because her ass has filled out over the years, and that swimsuit bottom can’t quite contain it — no matter how much Sam fusses with it. The top is just about a size too small for her tits, too. I know Sam would never wear this bikini around any of our other friends. Her usual beachwear is the typical hot mom style of two-piece, like a tankini. She pulled this out for Hank. It makes me jealous and excited. I feel like I’ve been hard since the moment I stepped foot on the boat.
Tina stares at my wife in a way that suggests she likes Sam’s athletic body, too. I wish I could hear whatever it is that she tells my wife. Sam smiles and replies, and I swear she blushes, even though she’s red from the sun. Tina pulls a bottle of suntan lotion from her bag, squirts a portion in her hand, and starts massaging it into Sam’s back.
Watching Tina’s hands on my wife has me gaping. This isn’t a quick, friendly lotion application. Tina takes her time, hands sensually caressing every inch of Sam’s back and sides, going right down to her bikini bottoms. She works her fingers over the string holding the back of Sam’s top together, I swear she wants to pop the knot loose. Sam gathers her chestnut — it always looks lighter in the sun — ponytail up and forward, and Tina works on her shoulders and neck. I still think Tina is trying to untie the knot there and expose her. Really, why not? Hank was just playing with her tits a little while ago. Why not just have them out so everyone can enjoy them?
Tina directs Sam to turn and starts working on her front, which my wife could obviously reach on her own. Sam holds out her arms, and Tina lotions them up skillfully. Tina goes for her tummy and sides and Sam squirms, laughing maniacally. My wife can be crazy ticklish. Sam loses her balance and falls into Tina, who holds her tight. The women hug longer than necessary, and my sapphic thoughts kick into another gear. I don’t have any issue with Sam and Tina hooking up. I know my wife had been with women in her younger days, but it must have been at least twenty years, by her accounting. Sam has always teased me that if I’m a good boy she might reward me someday, but it never seemed like a real possibility before now. I need to adjust myself in my swimsuit as I watch them together.
“Gotta love seeing that, right man?” Hank says, materializing beside me. He could have been there for five minutes though. I’ve been distracted. I jump, feeling like he’s caught me touching myself while I spy on our wives.
“Uh, yeah, it’s something,” I mumble.
Hank laughs and claps me on the back. “You’re a master of understatement, Corey.”
Sam has steadied again, and Tina kneels in front of her, getting her legs. She goes right up Sam’s thighs and I swear her fingers massage Sam’s pussy through the bikini. I don’t think Sam’s swaying on her feet is due to the motion of the boat.
“Tina likes Sam as much as I do,” Hank says.
I don’t think that’s possible, is what I think, but I say, “Is she into women?”
“Tina loves the dick, but she likes to have a good time. She dabbles when she finds someone who tickles her fancy.” Hank says it like it’s perfectly normal.
I watch our wives and imagine them locked into a wild 69 right there on the bow in the sunlight. I have no doubt Sam would go for it if Tina made a move. I think Sam’s up for anything these days, which is what keeps me up at night.
Tina’s hands sweep up Sam’s torso, jiggling her tits, but stopping just short of groping them. She says something, and Sam shakes her head. I see Tina isn’t taking no for an answer. She jiggles Sam’s boobs again, this time intentionally. Sam laughs and slaps the other woman’s hands away, but she’s not shaking her head no as hard this time. She looks over to Hank and me, watching through the windshield, and smiles wickedly. I know that smile.
It’s not Tina who unties the knots on my wife’s bikini. Sam takes care of that herself. She unties it behind her neck. The top drops to expose her tits, hanging on her body for a moment before she unties it completely and drops it to the deck. I swear she arches her back to defiantly thrust those perky mounds at us. She looks to Hank for approval first, but then looks directly into my eyes, gauging my reaction. I have no idea what my face is telling her. Hank chuckles beside me.
“I knew Tina was going to get her out of that bikini. She never wears anything on the boat when we’re alone. Hell, she’ll go topless on the boat almost anywhere. She doesn’t care who sees.”
“Sam isn’t usually the nude sunbathing type,” I lamely reply. I bet Hank’s thinking that I don’t know what my wife likes at all.
“I think this is ultimately going to be good for you, buddy. You’re going to find out a lot about Sam. Sometimes we need someone else to give us true perspective.”
I have so many replies to that, but I keep them all inside, and it makes me feel small. I don’t know that I’m truly afraid Hank would kick my ass — he could — but I feel like the wet blanket when everyone else is on board with this. In this group, it’s like I’m the crazy one for thinking it’s weird to share my spouse.
“It’s been eye-opening,” is my only reply.
Sam’s tits are bright alabaster — even compared to the rest of her pale skin. She’s not a sun worshipper. They need extra protection, which Tina is happy to provide. Her lotioned hands slip and slide all over my wife’s cute little globes, squeezing, rubbing, massaging, and teasing. I don’t think Sam’s thick, excited nipples need all the lotion Tina applies there, but Sam pants with the attention. Teasing those rouge-colored tips is a sure way to get my wife begging for more. She claims one particular boyfriend brought her to the edge of coming just by teasing her nipples. Sam holds onto Tina’s hips while the woman massages her tits and only reluctantly lets go when Tina steps back.
“I could watch that all day. Right, buddy?”
Being called buddy vaguely irritates me. It’s like we’ve reached a new level of friendship now that he’s banged my wife. But I can’t disagree. I’d watch Tina grope Sam all day, too. I try to will them to start making out. I’m surprised Sam didn’t just grab Tina and kiss her. She looks that horny. Focusing on the wives hooking up distracts me from my anxiety over Hank taking my wife again.
Tina is out of her bikini so quickly it looks like it is a tearaway. I should feel weird just staring at her body with everyone around, but we’re well past that. I’ve seen Tina’s body in pieces — her tits out, her panties pulled aside — but this is the first time I’ve seen her so gloriously nude. Every inch of her smooth, tanned, and perfect. Even in her fifties, she still looks like she could be a centerfold. If I saw her in an old Playboy I wouldn’t believe her perfection, but she’s right in front of me. There’s no airbrushing going on here. Even her hairless, tight pussy is perfect. If Hank confessed that Tina used to make adult films, I’d believe it in a second.
Sam stares at her, too. She looks back to me, and I fight the normal instinct to look away. It’s what you do when your wife catches you staring at another woman. I don’t do it. Instead, I pointedly keep staring, my eyes lapping up Tina’s perfection. Sam doesn’t seem to like it, but a little jealousy is good in this situation.
“I’m a fucking lucky man. Aren’t I?” Hank says, just as enthralled as the rest of us. They’ve been married for decades, but you never get tired of seeing that.
“Yeah, buddy, you sure are,” I reply. He’s the luckiest bastard I know. Hank’s married to that, and he gets to fuck my own perfect Sam. It’s Hank’s world, and the rest of us are just living in it.
“Tina is hotter now than she’s ever been. She really is a fine wine. But you know how I feel. You’ve got Sam. We’re two lucky bastards.”
Hank’s arm goes around my shoulder, hugging me so tight he almost pulls me out of my chair. He wants to bond, but I’m not feeling it. It’s weird being so close to him when I’m so hard. I bet he’s as hard as I am, but I don’t dare look down. I don’t want to see the big slab of meat my wife will be getting later. I’m already intimidated enough.
Sam takes over lotion duty and proves to Tina that she can give as good as she gets. Her hands roam the older woman’s body like she’s sculpting it. She makes the pretense of starting on Tina’s back, rubbing the lotion into her long, toned torso. Sam also gets Tina’s ass good, groping that thing like a horny frat boy. I expect my wife to spank her friend any second.
Once she has Tina’s backside slick and gleaming, Tina turns, and Sam goes to work on her front. My wife is thorough and makes sure she covers every inch of that hard body — and there’s so much to cover. Tina poses while Sam handles her, knowing she’s putting on a show for the husbands. She actually puts her hands on her rump and thrusts her tits at Sam. Sam needs extra lotion to properly cover those huge globes. She works her way inward, zeroing in on Tina’s nipples. The silver fox tortured the hell out of Sam’s nipples, and my wife wants to make her feel the same frustration. Tina distinctly mouths harder to Sam, who bears down, pinching both Tina’s dark buds at once. Tina throws her head back and I know we’d have heard her moan if the music wasn’t so loud.
Tina grins at Sam and I’m sure she says, You missed a spot, before she takes one of my wife’s hands and presses it to her mound. She has a point. It would be terrible to get a sunburn there. Tina is perfectly smooth down there, like she waxed just before coming onto the boat. Sam’s fingers, slick with lotion, slide all over Tina’s sex, sliding up and down to cover the smooth bump completing the job. It appears that Sam is trying to avoid the slit, but Tina’s not having that. She presses Sam’s fingers harder against her, forcing my wife to rub her tight, pink furrow. It feels odd to say, but Tina really does have a pretty pussy. Sam looks shell-shocked while she rubs Tina. She came out on the boat expecting to have her fun with Hank. I don’t think she expected to hook up with his wife.
I lean forward and grip the steering wheel as I watch. If I try to get closer, I’ll go through the windshield. I have no idea how tense I am until Hank asks if I’m okay and snaps me out of it. I try to laugh it off and be cool. But I’m not cool. I can’t be the only one out here overwhelmed by all this adult fun. If our wives start making out, or if Tina rubs Sam’s pussy, I know I’m going to blow my load right in my swimsuit. Seeing it would almost be worth the embarrassment. I’d been relieved that Sam left her bottoms on, but now I want Tina to peel them off her sweet ass. None of that happens. Tina keeps their charged moment going just long enough to drive everyone crazy before stepping away like nothing happened. Sam looks like she wants to scream. I know the feeling.
“You thought they were going to go at it right there on the deck, didn’t you?” Hank says, sounding amused.
I feel him watching me. I bet he’s been watching me the entire time, judging my reactions to Tina toying with Sam. We’ve become friends in the couple of years we’ve been neighbors, but it’s never been like we were equals. Hank’s always been more of a mentor, which skews the power in our relationship. Is that why he thought he could freely have my wife? He’s taught me how to do so many things around my house, does Hank think he needs to show me how to properly fuck my wife too?
I’ve always thought of him as confident, not arrogant, but don’t you have to be arrogant to think you can just take another man’s wife? Sam and I have both been in contact with Tina since that night, but Hank’s remained an enigma. I’m dying to know what he saw in me that told him I’d sit back and let it happen. It’s going to be uncomfortable, but I know it’s time that Hank and I talked about all this like men.
“I don’t think Sam would do that,” I reply, and it even sounds lame to me given everything Sam has already done. “Not right out in the open.”
“We have the cove to ourselves.”
“But couldn’t anyone just come in? You said you’re not always alone here.”
“Some people like to put on a show,” he says, smiling knowingly like he has some insight about my wife that I don’t.
I never thought of my wife as the attention-seeking type — but that was before all this, and maybe I need to rethink that. She did enjoy having me watch her fuck another man. How do I know Sam wouldn’t like a bigger audience?
“Hank, I think we should talk about all this.” Why does that sound lame and weak to my ears?
“Let’s do this over beers.”
Hank leads me down to the back of the boat, and we grab bottles out of a cooler. Our wives are laying on towels spread out on the deck when I lose sight of them. Hank sits on the couch at the rear, spreading out to occupy the entire space like he’s trying to remind me what a big man he is. I sit to his left.
“I get this is strange for you, Corey, and I want you to know I never meant to disrespect you, man.”
I just don’t believe him, and that stiffens my spine. “You seduced my wife. It wasn’t just that night, Hank. You were working on her for weeks. I saw it. Hell, you’ve probably been subtly trying to bed Sam for even longer. I know how you look at her. The way you’ve always flirted with her.”
“Like how you look at Tina? If we’re going to do this, we can’t bullshit each other.”
“But I never made a move on Tina. I never tried to fuck her,” I reply. His look says it all: You wouldn’t dare. You’re not the kind of man who takes what he wants. And Hank is.
“Yes, Sam and I have always had that kind of flirty friendship, but that’s all it ever was. I didn’t pursue her. I didn’t entertain the idea of having her until I sensed that she was open to it. And when I did move things further, I didn’t hide it. I never did a thing behind your back. That’s what I mean when say I didn’t disrespect you, Corey.”
Hank is so sincere that I have to believe him, even though I don’t want to. I don’t want to believe my wife sent signals that she wanted to fuck him, but I saw them flirt. Sam didn’t throw herself at him, but she made it clear she thought he was hot. I used to tease her about it! I was foolish to think Hank didn’t see it, and a man like him doesn’t let opportunity pass him by.
“I don’t steal other men’s wives,” he says.
“Tina said that.”
“And she should know. We’ve been together for thirty years. Tina is the only woman I’ll ever love. It’s not about love. You’re a man. You must understand the difference between sex and love. Have you been in love with every woman you’ve fucked?”
“Of course not. But I wasn’t married then.”
“Marriage means different things to different people. It doesn’t mean ownership to me and Tina. It’s not a suicide pact. We trust each other completely. We also want to see each other as happy as we can be. For us, that means we each allow the other to explore our appetites. And we’re always in it together, checking in with each other.”
“And you never get attached to these other women?”
“There’s all different kinds of attachment. Sometimes it is just sex, sure. We’ve been to clubs and just met people and hooked up. That’s a hell of a lot of fun. But when it’s not just that, it gets deeper. I care about the women I’m with. I want them to be happy, and I want it to be the best it can be for them. I like to think I leave the women I’ve been with happier and better off than when we met.” Hank smirks like he’s thinking, of course I do. I always leave them satisfied.
“Is it usually married women?”
“I don’t know. Not always. But we’ve met a lot of people in the Lifestyle over the years, and most of them are couples.”
“But they’re already into it. You know they’re open. Do you usually just go after other wives?”
“Listen,” he starts, an annoyed edge in his voice. “I didn’t force anything on Sam. She did what she wanted. You were there. Did I make her do anything?”
I shake my head.
“And you didn’t stop it either. If you’d spoken up and said you didn’t want it to happen, I would have walked away.”
I know it’s all in my head, but I hear: I would have walked away like he’s implying Sam wouldn’t have because she wanted it too much. I must shake off that paranoia.
“Why didn’t you speak up, man?”
It was hard enough answering that question when Sam and Tina asked it. I shrink when it comes from the actual man who made my wife scream with pleasure. I don’t know how to speak that truth to him. But Hank keeps staring at me. He wants an answer. Hank swigs his beer and softens, smiling.
“It’s okay to admit you liked seeing Sam fuck. She’s a foxy woman. Hell, I’d like to watch her fuck even if I wasn’t the one doing it. We get all possessive about our women. They teach us that’s part of being a man, but it’s bullshit, Corey. You wouldn’t be with Sam if you didn’t think she was hot, and it’s only natural to want to see that body in action. All you need to do is get past the jealousy and insecurity. You’re not going to lose her to me. I don’t want to take her from you.
“But you will push her away if you act like an asshole, I can tell you that. I know you love her too, so don’t you want to see her experience that kind of bliss? I love seeing Tina come, no matter who’s causing it. You had to be getting a chubby watching them up on the deck. Why is that okay, but watching me have her is worse?”
I have a thousand answers to counter him that would make sense in the normal world, but we’re through the looking glass, and here what Hank says makes perfect sense. What monster doesn’t want his wife to be happy and have pleasure? Hank loves his wife, so why would he steal mine? He just wants to fuck Sam because she’s hot. How can I blame him for that? And if she wants it, why not? If I throw out a lifetime of morality and everything I know about human nature, I can agree wholeheartedly with him. I’m lying to myself when I think about it in those terms. It purposely ignores the forbidden thrill I get when I think about Hank fucking my wife. I don’t care that it makes me want to vomit too. This must be how addicts feel. Can I find a way to crave this and feel good about it?
“You have no weird feelings about Tina being with other men?” I ask.
Hank laughs like it’s a silly question. “Never. Not once. It doesn’t happen very often, mind you. Tina gets everything she needs at home, but sometimes when we’re partying, she wants to play, and I would never deny her that. I’m just happy she feels free enough to do it. I’d feel terrible if Tina felt I was keeping her from something.”
Tina gets everything she needs at home. Sam must not if she wants to fuck Hank so badly. Hank has a talent for subtly asserting his dominance. He looks so sure of himself that I have nothing to say to that. Hank has an answer for everything — just like Tina. And Sam is right with them. They all make me feel insane for having feelings about this. I just drink instead of speaking.
I finish the whole beer without realizing how quickly I’m drinking. I need to grab another. Hank walks up to the bow to say hi to the wives and drops his shorts. I only see his muscular ass, but the ladies are treated to a perfect view of his monster. It’s going to be a long but exciting day. I hope my heart can handle it.
to be continued…






Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors II Ch. 4
Hank wants Sam’s mouth and she eagerly surrenders it while her husband watches…


The sun sparkles on the dancing blue water in the cove and I shade my eyes as I look out to the expanse. The day is blindingly bright, but my sunglasses are on the deck on my towel. Tina is right beside me and asks, “Are you ready?”
I glance at her and still can’t quite believe she’s just out there — naked. I can’t believe that I’m out in the midday sun topless either. Years ago, my ex-husband tried to convince me to go to a topless beach in Florida, and I flatly refused. I’ve never been a prude, but the idea of just parading around nude in front of other people seemed insane. I knew I’d feel judged the whole time. Men just don’t understand how insecure we can be about our bodies. But that was all before I had sex with Hank while our spouses watched. I protested when Tina told me to take off my bikini top, but I knew my protests were silly. I was going to do what she wanted.
Any reservations evaporated when Tina began caressing my breasts. Her hands were delightful. By the time she was done with me, I wanted Tina just as much as I wanted her husband. Both our husbands watched the fondling, and that exhibitionism made me throb down below. I would have happily given in if she’d pushed things further, but Tina was just teasing like she always does. It was probably for Hank’s benefit. She wants me nice and horny so Hank can just slide right inside me. Tina couldn’t know that I was already there. I’ve been soaked for him since the moment I stepped foot on the boat.
Here’s something I don’t think I can confess to anyone. Tina would use it against me, and Corey would freak out if he heard it. And I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t tell Hank. He already has enough power over me. My deep, dark truth is that night with Hank unlocked something inside me. My younger self was kind of a slut. Okay, you can forget the kind of. I was definitely a slut. I’d get drunk and/or high, and I’d see a guy I liked, and I’d let him have me. I loved the excitement of a new guy seducing me.
When I married the first time, I locked that part of me away. I loved my husband, and I wanted to behave for him. I was slutty with him, but the days of letting strangers have their way with me were over. I locked that side of me in a vault and tossed the key down a deep trench. But a few weeks ago, Hank ripped the door right off that vault, and all I’ve been able to think about since is how much I love letting a strong man treat me like a slut. Hank took my body and pleasured it as he pleased that night, and no matter how much I try to suppress it, I want that again. I’d find a way to seal that vault again if Corey said no, but he seems to want it to happen too.
“I said, are you ready?” Tina asks.
“Uh yeah, sorry. I think the margaritas and sun are going to my head.”
“Then you need to jump in and cool off!”
Tina leaps off the front of the boat and appears to float in mid-air for just a moment before she pulls into a cannonball and hits the water, throwing up a huge splash. Her nude body looks incredible out there in the blue expanse. She breaks the surface and shakes the water out of her silver pixie-cut hair. She stays bobbing easily in the water and I smile thinking those big, fake boobs of hers that my husband loves so much must be keeping her afloat. I can’t help the occasional catty thought.
I take a step back and leap into the air, soaring over the low railing at the edge of the bow. My body stays straight, and I slice into the water, sinking deep before pulling myself back to the surface. The water is bracingly cold, even on such a hot afternoon. It’s refreshing, but I’ve only been going in for quick dips off the back of the boat when I’m overheating. I push the water out of my eyes and see Hank standing by the side of the boat holding out his phone. His heavy dick is at half mast, semi-aroused as he watches us. It distracts me now as it has since he dropped his shorts. I don’t know if I should be insulted that he’s not fully hard like my husband was earlier, but I also suspect Hank has much better control than Corey does.
“Did you get it?” Tina calls out.
“Of course! Of course, you girls looked amazing.”
Hank keeps filming and I stay low in the water. I wouldn’t mind him shooting video of us jumping off the boat under normal circumstances, but I am topless. He keeps following us with the camera as we swim along the side of the boat to the rear, where we can grab a ladder and pull ourselves back on board. Corey sits in the back, watching us, but not filming.
Tina climbs onboard first and poses, proud to show off how the clean water drips off her fabulous curves. I follow, but instead of striking a sexy pose, I stand with my hands on my hips and glare at Hank. Yes, I realize I’m still showing off my body. My nipples are diamond-hard from the chilly bay and I have goosebumps everywhere. Hank holds the camera on me, smiling. His dick twitches and my core tightens knowing that he wants me. All of my willpower is required to keep from staring at it.
“What do you plan to do with that video?” I ask.
“I don’t know. It’s just fun to have.”
“Fun for you. You’d better never show that to anyone.”
“It’s just for personal enjoyment, Sam. You’re getting shy on me now, are you?”
Hank’s right and I feel silly. My self-consciousness about him filming me topless is a knee-jerk reaction because I’m not used to displaying my body, but I’ve been topless all day. And if I don’t trust Hank with this video, I shouldn’t be having sex with him. I stick my tongue out and smile.
“You’d better just keep it personal,” I warn.
“Don’t stick that tongue out unless you plan to use it, honey.”
“You’d love that.” I stare down at his tool when I say it and am pleased to see it perk up.
“Can I at least share my new favorite video with my buddy Corey?”
I smile at my husband. “I guess I can trust him.”
Corey pulls me onto his lap and his hard-on pokes right into my butt. We kiss and he tastes like beer. I can see from his wide eyes and his lopsided grin that he’s had a few while I’ve been distracted at the front of the boat. Corey isn’t much of a drinker, so I know if he’s had more than three or four, he’s well on the road to being wasted. I ruffle his hair and kiss him again. This one lingers and I feel his dick pulse beneath me. My husband is a horny dog. I tell myself it’s because he likes seeing me parade around topless. But I bet it has just as much to do with seeing Tina’s centerfold body on full display as seeing the same boobs he’s been staring at for the last decade. I think my twinge of jealousy is healthy.
“How are you feeling, honey?” I ask.
“Good. I feel like I’m chill.”
Corey squeezes me, his hands hovering right beneath my breasts. Corey wants to grope me, but he’s too uptight to do it in front of the neighbors. I almost laugh, but that would be mean. The neighbors have no problem putting their hands all over me in front of him, but my own husband is still shy about feeling me up in front of them. I want to put his hands on my boobs to show him it’s okay.
“You look pretty chill. I’m glad you’ve been able to relax. I guess the beers are helping.”
“They aren’t the only thing.” Corey stares down at my boobs and then down through the open hatch to the galley below. Tina is down there mixing up a fresh batch of frozen margaritas — still nude, of course. Her boobs jiggle as she works the blender. “It’s hard to be mad when the scenery is so great.”
“You’re lucky I’m not a jealous woman,” I tease.
“Don’t worry, Sam. You’re still my number one.”
“Is that so?” I grind my butt harder down into him. “Am I the number one reason for that?”
Corey groans and for a second I’m afraid he’s so turned on he’s going to make a mess all over my bikini bottoms. He clutches me tighter.
“If we were alone, I’d prove it’s all for you, Sam.”
I keep grinding and move so my boobs slip into his hands. He takes the hint and massages them, teasing my already-stiff nipples the way I love it. I close my eyes and purr.
“Why do we have to be alone? You could do me right here.”
“God, I wish.”
“Why not, babe?”
I was teasing, but I realize I’m serious. Why not, indeed? Hank wouldn’t hesitate to take me right on that couch in the bright afternoon sun while our spouses watched. Corey should step up. It shows how crazy I’ve become that I want him to do it. I want my husband to show he’s just as manly as Hank. I want him to stake his claim, even if Hank is still going to fuck me later. Thinking of them both fucking me that afternoon makes me tremble with excitement as my core tightens. It strikes at the darkest, sluttiest part of me.
“Sam, let’s go…”
Corey doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Was he saying, Let’s go. Let’s do it? Did he mean, Let’s go down below? I don’t want him to do it down in the stateroom. I want Corey to do me right here where the neighbors can watch. But I don’t find out what he meant because Tina materializes beside us and presses a fresh, icy margarita into my hand, and squeezes onto the narrow seat beside us. Her boobs press into Corey and her legs intertwine with mine. It’s so close to a threesome that it makes my heart pound, but I know if that’s what Tina is seeking, it won’t be with Corey.
“Nice to see you two canoodling,” she says, finding the perfect spot for her hand to touch both me and Corey.
I laugh. “Is it weird that I want to spend some time with my husband?”
“No. Corey is cute. I love spending time with him too.”
“Thanks, Tina. We can spend all day like this,” Corey says.
Corey looks like he’s in heaven with two hot women pressed up against him. I’m sure visions of threesomes are dancing in his head. He slides an arm around Tina, and I know he’s got to be drunk to be so forward with our nude neighbor. She snuggles in closer, rubbing a stiff nipple into his arm. I get the feeling she wants to distract my husband, and it gets my competitive juices flowing. I grind my butt so hard into Corey’s lap that I’m practically giving him a lap dance. He smiles like a dope. I kiss the side of his neck and ruffle his hair. He loves it when I do that.
“Not all day,” Tina says. “We don’t want Hank to feel left out.”
“I guess not,” Corey grumbles.
“Don’t worry, he won’t,” I reply. “But I don’t want Corey to feel neglected either. You’ll always be my main man, babe.”
Corey trembles when I kiss him and I brace myself, sure I’m going to feel a wet, warm stain spreading under my butt. He holds me tighter, and I suck on his tongue. Making out with my husband with Tina right there pushes all the right buttons. Feeling her body pressed against us makes me wish the three of us could become a sweaty mass of limbs. It wouldn’t be my first threesome, although it’s been decades.
I moan into the kiss when Tina’s hands get busy. She rubs my hip and my ass while also massaging my breasts. She tickles my rosy, tingling tips, and my pussy aches with need. I’ve been horny all day, but now I’m soaked. I kiss Corey harder, but my passion is for both of them. Tina pulls my lips from my husband and kisses me. It’s electrifying. Yes, I think. Deep down, I’ve been waiting for this all day. My tongue slides right into her mouth. Tina rolls my nipple, and I moan for her. She seems to know what I want just like her husband. But as usual, Tina is teasing. She pulls back leaving me breathless.
Tina watches me as she turns and kisses Corey. It’s not nearly like the kiss she gave me, just some network TV level making out, but I feel him throb beneath me. My jealousy seethes watching them kiss, and I know Tina wants to trigger me. She wants to push me to be reckless. They only kiss for a minute. Tina looks pleased, while Corey looks dazed.
“I think Hank is definitely feeling left out now. You should go keep him company, darling. Don’t worry, I know Corey will be entertained.”
Corey still looks too dazed to keep me from going to Hank. I think he’s so horny that he’s willing to let just about anything happen. I want Hank so badly I ache for him, but part of me still wants my husband to claim me and stop me from going to another man. Tina’s rubbing her tits all over him, and I know he loved watching me the first time — even if he’s ashamed to admit it — so Corey is not going to keep me from Hank. I kiss my husband one more time and slide off his lap.
Hank waits for me in the cockpit. He’s amused by what he saw at the back of the boat. Did he see that as throwing Corey a bone? Tina snuggling up to Corey is no threat, and he acts like I already belong to him — probably because I’ve done nothing to disabuse him of the notion. I love my husband, but part of me wants to belong to Hank.
His prick is harder, and it softly pulses while he watches me come to him. Hank radiates confidence, like me coming to him was inevitable. I love that cockiness, but my rebellious side wants to tweak him.
“We almost got started down there without you. Hope you didn’t mind.”
“If that’s what Tina wanted, I would have been happy for her to have it. I would have waited.”
“You don’t think she wanted that?”
I look back down to see our spouses close together. Tina rubs Corey through his swimsuit and his arm is still around her, massaging one of her breasts. For the first time, I wonder if Tina is going to screw my husband today. I didn’t see it as a real danger before because I assumed she wasn’t interested.
“I told you, honey. Tina gets everything she needs. You’re gonna too, Sammy.”
I smile. “You know what I need?”
Hank takes my hand and pulls me closer. He must hunch down — and I stand on my tiptoes — but we kiss. His hunger for me rocks me to the core. Hank must feel my hunger too. He puts my hand on his dick, and my fingers instinctively close around it — or try to. I squeeze and tug him and only feel his meat grow. That thing is so big and thick. I swoon remembering how it felt inside me. I need to feel it again. He grips my ponytail, controlling my head, keeping me there — not that I ever want to stop kissing Hank. I can’t believe a man that big and powerful is such a sweet, sensitive kisser. I tingle all the way down to my toes from his kiss.
“Don’t I, honey?” he asks, still nipping at my lips with his. I’m panting for him just from the kiss.
“Okay, you do,” I concede, smiling. I’m just drunk enough and more than horny enough that I’d do anything for Hank right now.
We kiss again and I suck on his tongue, promising greater delights I’ll offer with my mouth. Hank is eager to find out because he gently presses, easing me down onto my knees. I’m thrilled to kneel in front of such a strong man. I still hold him, and as I slowly stroke it, his excitement drips from the fat head. I stare up into his slate eyes and smear it all over my lips. I hope it looks as slutty as it feels.
“Such a good girl, Sammy. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
I can’t explain the thrill I get from being called good girl. I nod and swirl my tongue around its head.
“Show me what that pretty mouth can do, honey.”
Hank is right. I have been thinking about sucking this cock. I don’t get those women who don’t like going down. I’ve always enjoyed the way it makes guys crazy. I’m also a people pleaser. Blowjobs were a fun way to get to know a guy when I was younger. I didn’t give them much more thought than a handjob. I put a lot of thought into blowing Hank. I want to prove I’m a good girl.
I suck that big, delicious head like I’m nursing from it. Both hands stroke the shaft, my fingers memorizing every veiny inch of it. I slowly bob, not only because I want to tease him, but also because I need to adjust as I take him deeper. My lips are stretched around the shaft and my mouth is full, and I don’t think I even have half of him. Hank moans his approval and stares down at me with pride. He’s the type of man who loves seeing a woman worship his cock. That look makes me relax and take him deeper. I need to suck at least as much as Tina can.
“Mmm, so good, Sammy. Take it nice and deep. I know you can do it, honey. Yeah, that tongue is nice. Such a good girl. Play with those balls, honey,” Hank moans.
Hank’s shaved balls are massive compared to my husband’s. I can’t even hold them in one hand when I try to massage them and keep one hand stroking his shaft. He’s hung like a bull. I get the wild idea that I want to suck on those big orbs, but Hank won’t let his prick out of my mouth.
The head plugs the back of my throat. I keep sucking, cheeks hollowed, while I hold him in my throat. I suck until I’m out of breath and ease him out enough to breathe. I feel saliva drip from my lips when he pulls back. I’m such a mess! Hank pushes in again, and I suck it hard. I moan through his cock and hope my eager sucking sounds are music to his ears. With the sound still coming from the speakers, I know my husband can’t hear it from the back deck, but I wish he could.
Corey must be going crazy watching me on my knees for another man. And not just any man, but a big, powerful man. Corey has to see Hank is in complete control of my mouth. I wish I could see my husband. A ball of worry forms in the pit of my stomach as I think of Corey watching. What if this is too much for him? Can he really handle watching me slobber all over Hank’s cock? I would lose my mind if I watched him go down on Tina. What will I say to Corey if he hates this? I won’t be able to lie and say it wasn’t worth it. He knows me too well. He’ll see right through that.
“Take it nice and deep, Sammy. I know you can handle it. Relax that throat. I know you want it all. Yeah, like that. Just like that, honey. Suck it nice and hard,” Hank encourages.
Hank plays with my ponytail, but he’s really holding my head, and I realize he’s keeping me from ever letting his cock too far out of my mouth. That ponytail makes a great handle. He’s been in control the whole time, and I’m so eager to please that I didn’t notice. I just keep sucking and slurping him as his control increases. His pace increases, and Hank firmly fucks my mouth. It’s harder and harder to snatch a breath here and there, but I stay calm and let him have my mouth. His cooing words of encouragement are all I need. Hank gets more aggressive and pushes into the back of my throat. I don’t try to escape, but I grab his butt — what an amazing butt — with both hands and pull him into my throat. I’d stop Corey if he tried this with me, but I encourage Hank to fuck my throat. The more I pull, the harder my throat gets fucked. I’m lightheaded and see stars.
“That’s it, Sammy. That’s it. You suck cock so good. Mmm, fuck take it nice and deep. Suck it. Suck it, Sammy. Fuck it, here it comes. Here it comes. I’m gonna feed it to you, honey…”
Hank grunts and holds its head right to the back of my throat, and his thick seed pulses right down my throat. I suck and swallow like it’s life’s nectar. There’s so much of it! The overflow bubbles into my mouth and then drips from my lips. Of course, a bull of a man like Hank has a huge delivery. He slowly pulls out, and I keep sucking, eager for every last drop. I’m not thinking straight. I just want it all. It’s like he’s put me in a trance.
I hear Corey cry out, but I can’t turn my head to look at him. Hank isn’t done with me yet.
“Mmm, you’re such a good girl, Sammy. You love to suck cock, don’t you?” Hank rubs it all over my lips, smearing his essence on me, and I lick and kiss it like the eager slut I am.
“I do,” I coo licking my lips when he finally takes his treat away from me.
I know what I look like, and I’m thankful that Corey’s view must have been at least somewhat blocked because we’re in the cockpit, but looking back I see that, no, Hank made sure we were positioned so my husband could see it all when Hank possessed my mouth. I can’t even meet Corey’s eyes. I don’t want to see the anger that must be there. The jealousy I feel seeing Tina on her knees in front of him is a welcome distraction. I hate the thought of her sucking my husband’s cock, but I hope she did a good job for his sake. Corey deserves it.
Hank pulls me to my feet and into a crushing hug against his bare chest. I feel so safe and cherished there. He gives the best hugs.
“Let’s go down below and I’ll take care of you, honey.”
I kiss his chest, and say, “Yes, please.” I purposely avoid looking at my husband as Hank leads me to the stateroom below deck.
to be continued…






Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors II Ch. 5
Corey watches his wife screwing the neighbor — again. He doesn’t know what to think, but he’s never been harder…

I’ve pictured it dozens of times, but I’m still not prepared to see Sam on her knees gobbling Hank’s cock like it’s manna. The only way I can describe the look in her eyes when she stares up at him is love. I pray it’s love for the cock and not the man, which is insane to think at all. My stomach is a tight knot. I might even throw up over the side if not for Tina doing her damnedest to keep me in line. I know it’s what she’s doing — I know I’m being manipulated — but she can do all the manipulating she likes as long as she keeps manipulating my cock like this.
“I had no idea Samantha had this in her. She looks like she was born to suck dick. Or maybe she’s just inspired by Hank. I see it happen all the time. But she does look like she loves it. I rarely see a girl take him so smoothly,” Tina prattles.
The words barely penetrate, but I hear enough to be proud that she thinks my wife is a good cocksucker. Yeah, I’ve lost my mind. Tina has been chattering the whole time, the way she does, telling me how incredible Hank is, and how lucky Sam is to be on her knees sucking his cock.
Watching Sam, I’d have to say she probably agrees. I don’t think she’s put that much effort into blowing me in the eight years we’ve been married. Not that she needs to. I’m not nearly as big as Hank, and I never last this long. Tina is right that my wife is a world-class cocksucker. I don’t even make it five minutes when she starts sucking and turns those sultry eyes on me. Tina is hot, but I bet Hank’s never had a better blowjob. There’s that strange pride again.
I let Tina ramble on about what a superior man Hank is because she’s edging my cock again. I’ve needed to come for so long it makes my balls ache, but damn does it feel incredible. I have to think she’s held a lot of dicks to be this good. Yeah, I know how that correlates to Sam’s cocksucking skill.
Tina ordered me to strip off my trunks when Sam went to Hank. I dropped them right away. It’s become natural to do what she tells me to. She threw one of my legs across her lap, forcing them wide apart, and held my dick with one hand and my balls with the other. Both hands are slick with suntan lotion. She is in complete control. Tina slowly jerks me, speeding up until I’m panting and shaking, then she pinches me off at the base and squeezes my balls. She does this over and over again. It’s exquisite torture.
“Shh, dear, not yet. You don’t want to finish yet. Wait until they’re done. Don’t you want to come when Hank fills sweet Samantha’s mouth?”
All I can do is grunt. I’ve lost the power of speech.
“It won’t be long now, Corey. Look at how Hank is taking charge. It’s amazing how much she’s swallowing. She almost has the whole thing! How is she even breathing?”
It does look like he’s choking my wife with his cock. I feel I should stop this before Sam passes out, but I don’t want to. She doesn’t need me to. Sam wants it so badly she grabs his ass to pull him deeper.
Dark, angry thoughts fuel my lust. Let that slut choke! She wants his cock so bad, she can take the consequences. But then, Sam’s never been sexier. I had no idea what a goddess she is. I hate this, but I love this! My wife is amazing! The yo-yoing emotions threaten to break my brain. It’s only Tina’s expert teasing that keeps me grounded.
“Look at her go! Hank’s not going to last long now. She’s going to get it! You want Sam to get it, don’t you honey?” I don’t answer and she squeezes my balls painfully hard. “Don’t you?”
“Yes!” It’s a gargled cry.
“Do you think she can swallow it all? Or do you want to see her take it on her face?” Tina smiles as if she knows the answer. “Bet you’d love to see Hank explode all over her, wouldn’t you? You love to see your sweet Samantha fucked like a slut. Look, he’s coming. He’s filling her mouth!”
Tina sounds as excited as a baseball fan seeing a home run. It’s insane, except that I’m just as excited too. I would love to see Hank spray his load all over my wife’s face and tits. But he keeps it in her mouth and makes her swallow, which is somehow dirtier. Maybe because Sam so eagerly sucks it all down.
My cum bubbles up out of my balls. Tina isn’t going to stop it this time, but she does pinch me off. It hurts too much, and I’m ready to smack her hands away, but she has a surprise up her sleeve — well, she would if she wasn’t naked and had sleeves. She smoothly slides to her knees and pumps my dick hard. My jizz explodes out in a torrent and Tina directs it all over those beautiful, huge, round globes. I come so hard it feels like I’m deflating.
“Come for me, Corey. Come all over my titties. You’ve been such a good boy, you deserve it. Let it all out. Give me everything you have,” she coos.
I wish she’d take me in her mouth and finish me, but Tina isn’t doing that. I guess I’ve earned blowing my load on her tits, but not a quick suck. She aggressively jerks my cock, making sure she gets it all. I wail in relief. I don’t think I’ve ever been so loud coming. She keeps stroking me as I go small and flaccid in her hand.
“You really needed that, didn’t you?” she says, laughing. She stays on her knees in front of me, like she’s presenting her cum-covered tits to me.
“You have no idea,” I groan, laughing too.
My levity is short-lived when I see Hank pull Sam to her feet and hug her. They speak to each other, but I can’t hear them over the music. The moment looks so intimate that all my anxiety comes thundering back. Sam nods to whatever he says, and he takes her hand and leads her toward us.
“We’re going below deck for a while,” Hank announces. He’s not asking for permission to take my wife to bed. He leads her down to the cabin.
“Have fun, sweetheart,” Tina says. It’s what a wife says when her husband is going off to golf with his buddies, not fuck another woman. Tina sees me staring down the narrow steps, watching them go. She knows I want to follow. “We should leave them be for a while. Samantha’s in good hands, don’t worry.”
“But…” I protest. Sam going off to be alone with Hank was not part of the plan.
“We’re on a boat, dear. They’re not leaving.”
“I want…”
“You want to see, I know. And you will, dear. But give them a head start. In the meantime, I’m going to get some wipes and you can clean up the mess you made on my titties. How does that sound?”
Normally, I’d be thrilled to get my hands on Tina’s tits again, but not when Hank’s just disappeared with my wife.
It kills me to stay up top with Tina while Sam is just a few feet away below deck with Hank. Sliding my hands all over her tits to clean up my cum with a wet wipe was fun, but not even Tina can distract me from what’s going on in the stateroom.
The below deck area isn’t huge, but it seems surprisingly large to me, like a TARDIS, but then I don’t know anything about boats. Hank mentioned that this one is a forty-two-footer earlier. A small galley and seating area is at the bottom of the three steps. The space narrows past them, with a bathroom to the left and a small, sectioned-off bunk area to the right, and the stateroom is at the front of the boat. The tight space has a low ceiling and is almost all bed.
Hank left the stateroom door open and if I lean perfectly, I can see down through the narrow doorway, but all I can see is his muscular body moving on top of my wife. That tattoo between his shoulders ripples as all his muscles flex. I don’t see Sam at all, but I hear her. Tina used a remote to turn down the music and I hear Sam clearly — every satisfied moan and breathy gasp. I’m tortured, but so hard.
My brain fills in all the visuals my eyes can’t see. Sam’s face twisted in ecstasy as Hank slowly plunders her pussy. He relentlessly pounded her the last time they were together, but I imagine he wants to take his time enjoying her tight snatch. I see her gyrating under him, lifting her hips to meet his because she wants to get every thick inch inside her. My imagination is cruel, and what I picture is closer to making love than just fucking, and it gives me chest pains. Sam’s cries reach a crescendo, and I know the neighbor is making my wife come again.
“Samantha is a tremendous partner for Hank. She’s so sensual. Does she always come so easily?” Tina marvels. She’s as enthralled by our spouses fucking as I am. She fondles her thighs while she listens.
“Yeah, Sam’s always been very sexual. It’s not unusual.” I hope it doesn’t sound defensive because it’s the truth. She’s always been able to come easily and often — although not quite as easily as Hank gets her off.
“Hmm, she and Hank are a perfect match. Not a lot of women can handle everything he has to give.”
“Sam is up to the challenge.” Such a weird thing to say about my own wife, but I’m also weirdly proud of her.
The noise from the stateroom takes on a new tone. Sam’s cries are shrill, and there’s a rhythmic banging. I twist to look down there. Hank is raised up as high as the low ceiling will allow, and he’s hammering Sam’s pussy hard. Her feet are up on his shoulders.
“Come on, come on, Sammy darling,” Hank grunts.
“Ahh…fuck…fuck…” Sam cries.
“I think it’s okay if we go down now. Do you want to get closer, dear?” Tina asks.
I answer by jumping up and running down the steps so quickly I hit my head on the low clearance at the steps. Neither Hank nor Sam react to my painful exclamation. Tina follows and pushes me onto the tiny couch to my right and sits on my lap, careful to avoid any chance of my dick slipping inside her. She puts my arms around her waist.
“When’s the last time Sam got fucked like that?” Tina asks, breathless.
“I don’t know,” I mutter, but I know the answer. It was the last time Hank had her. I can’t screw her like that on my best day.
“She’s so lucky.” It’s the first time I’ve heard a hint of jealousy in Tina’s voice.
Our view isn’t much better than it was from the deck, but we are closer. The door into the stateroom is so narrow that I don’t know how Hank got through it. I see how the bed looks like it’s going to collapse beneath them. That platform wasn’t designed to handle that kind of action. Hank pounds her like a rabbit. I don’t know how a man that big moves like that. Sam shrieks, and I know she’s having another climax.
Hank still doesn’t come but slides off my wife. His huge, shiny cock swings around as he moves. It’s shiny with Sam’s juices. Her legs stay splayed wide like she wants me to see how red and swollen she is down there. Her pussy looks like it’s gaping open. I’ve never seen it like that. A chill goes down my spine as I fear I’ll never be able to satisfy her again. This has been a huge mistake.
I’m not given time to dwell on my insecurities. Hank flops onto his back and pulls Sam on top of him. She reaches between them and her hand looks so small when she grasps his monster to put it inside her. Her cry when she slips down onto that thing is an icepick to my brain. It sounds like it hurts, but she loves it.
“Ahh…fuck…Hank…” she coos, sitting astride him.
“You can handle it, honey. You’re taking it like a champ,” Hank says.
“God…it’s just so…big…” Sam pants as she tries to get the words out.
Her head almost hits the low ceiling, but Sam isn’t bouncing on him. She braces both hands above her head and uses the leverage to gyrate on top of him, like she’s trying to get him as deep as possible and feel every thick inch. Hank roughly kneads her sweet, round ass.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“You love this, don’t you?” Tina says.
“Yeah.”
The answer slips out of my lips, and I hate admitting it so easily. Sam is so sensual moving like that on top of Hank. I wish I could see her face, but I know it’s glowing with joy. The sounds coming from her throat leave no doubt. She loves having that thing inside her. Tina is right. It’s magical to get to see Sam like this, even if everything inside me screams it’s wrong.
“Maybe you can understand why I love it so much too.”
Tina pushes one of my hands to her mound and my fingers instinctively push between her lips. She’s soaked. Her low moan encourages me to push those fingers deep inside her. I curl them up, finding that sweet spot I’m looking for.
“Mmm, Corey, that’s perfect right there. Just like that,” she moans.
I try to kiss her neck, but Tina twists it away.
“No, dear. Just do what I need.” Her voice is soft and aroused, but it’s an unmistakable command.
Her grip on my hand is strong, and she uses it to move my fingers in a sliding motion, rubbing inside her. Tina’s hips match the rhythm, grinding her ass into my cock, and I groan. I hope she doesn’t mind if I make a mess on her ass.
“Ahh…fuck…” Sam cries, pulling my attention back to her.
Hank holds her tits now. I can’t see exactly what he’s doing, but she loves having them played with while she’s on top. She’s not just gyrating anymore, but making quick, short thrusts. Holding onto the ceiling gives her the leverage to really screw herself down onto him. Sam is in control for a change.
“Aww, I love that sweet pussy, honey. Give me that tight pussy,” Hank groans.
“Yeah…yeah…” she moans.
“You love this big cock…”
“Yeah…I do…I love it, fuck…I love it…”
“Show me, Sammy. Fuck me, honey.”
Sam lets go of the ceiling and drops forward. Hank wraps his arms around her, and they make out. The return to intimacy — rather than just fucking — makes me groan. She’s so into him, and it makes my feelings all twisty. Her hips start moving, sliding her back and forth. We’re right behind them and I can finally see just how obscenely he stretches her. What the fuck? How the hell does she handle that? It looks like it’s going to tear her apart. But Sam loves it. She slides faster and faster.
“Ahh fuck…ahh fuck…ahh…fuck…fuck…fuckfuckfuck!”
“Ride it, Sammy. Show me how much you love it!” Hank grunts.
“Yeah…yeah…fuck…”
“You gonna come on my cock?”
“Yeah…yeah…”
“Love it when you come for me, Sammy…”
“Yeah…yeah…”
“You needed this big cock…”
“Yeah…I do…fuck…I do…”
“Say it, Sammy.”
“I…I need it…fuck Hank…I need it…I need you…”
“Yeah, honey. It’s all good. You can have it whenever. You can have it every day.”
“Ahh…fuck…please…”
No way this is going to turn into an everyday thing. The thought actually makes my hard-on flag for a moment. I don’t know if I could handle that, but the way Sam moans on Hank’s dick makes me fear I might find out. She really does want it, and if he can make her come like this every day, why wouldn’t she?
Hank pries her cheeks apart and presses one of his thick fingers to her rosebud. No way! He’s not going to… But Hank doesn’t have to. Sam’s sliding motion on his cock pushes her right onto his digit, and she shrieks when it pops into her, freezing on his dick.
“Just relax, honey. You can handle it,” Hank coos.
“Hank…baby…you’re too big…”
He chuckles. “No one’s talking about you taking it back there, Sammy. Not right now. You’re not ready.”
I’m sure Sam is going to tell him never, but Hank is back in control and she’s back to helplessly moaning in ecstasy. His big hands hold her in place while he jacks his hips up off the bed and pounds her pussy from below. The guy truly is a fucking machine. There isn’t a way he can’t fuck my wife. His cock jackhammers her pussy from below while his finger opens her ass. I see it working deeper while he fucks her.
“Ahh…ahh…fuck…”
“Yeah, you like that, honey…”
“Yes…fuck yes…Hank…”
“Let it go, Sammy. Just surrender. You’re mine now, honey,” he grunts.
“Yeah…yeah…yeahyeahyeah…ohh fuck…”
“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” I mutter, watching them.
“I love this part, Corey,” Tina moans. “They all realize it sooner or later.”
“Tina…” I moan. I feel helpless. It’s like Hank has really taken my wife.
“She’s still your wife, dear. Her body is just going to belong to Hank for a while. Now concentrate.”
Tina is right. I’m so distracted by Hank so thoroughly owning my wife that I’m slacking on the job at hand, even with her guidance. I lock into getting Tina off. Making Hank’s wife come — even if it’s not with my dick — is a small way of keeping my dignity. Tina is so wet and sloppy that I add a third finger to her pussy, which kicks her into overdrive. Her grip tightens on my hand, and the nails on her other hand dig into my thigh. She pounds my fingers into her gash, and the wet sounds compete with the sex noises from the stateroom.
“Uhn…yeah…fuck my pussy, Corey. Fuck me like Hank’s fucking your wife. Can you give it to me like that?”
I growl, pounding my fingers into her. I don’t need her guiding me now.
“Sam loves it like I do. He owns her like he owns me. Fuck! It’s amazing when he breaks them in! Hank is a god, and your wife knows it! Look at them!”
Tina howls, and it sounds like she’s trying to harmonize with my wife, who’s also coming. Their shrieks and cries twine into a symphony of pleasure — two women in orgasmic bliss because of Hank. Tina is coming for him just as surely as if he was fucking her too. I’m just a tool, and I’m happy to be there. I can’t be jealous or insecure when I feel a sexy woman like Tina coming on my lap or seeing my wife screaming with pleasure while Hank hammers her pussy and opens her ass.
The tight ass sliding and grinding on my dick is too much, and I come too. I don’t give a shit if Tina gets upset, but my load smears all over the two of us. Hanks seems to be the only one who doesn’t finish — until I’m sure he does.
“Take it all, Sammy. Yeah, take it nice and deep,” he groans.
Sam is jammed down on him, her pussy tightly sealed on his shaft. I know his thick seed is jetting deep into her womb. Thank god Sam has an IUD, or I suspect we’d have a little Hank Jr. running around the house in nine months. His cum has to be as powerful as he is. Even after the two of them stop shaking and moaning, he keeps his big spike inside Sam, keeping it all packed in there.
Tina stands and laughs, even though she’s shaky on her feet. She looks down at my shrunken, cum-smeared dick and shakes her head. “You made another mess, dear.”
“Can’t blame me when you’re rubbing that ass against me, Tina.”
“Okay, that’s fair. No man could control himself with all that going on.”
“Maybe you should clean me up this time.”
“Do you think so?”
“I earned it,” I insist. It feels good to assert myself. Everyone needs to remember that I’m not just Sam’s ride.
“Maybe you did. Good for you, Corey. I’ll take care of you. This time.”
to be continued…







Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors II Ch. 6
The action continues up on deck in the bright sunlight and Tina jumps in to lend Sam a hand with Hank…


Hank holds me after we finish in bed, and I’m happy to snuggle against him even though I’m a hot, sweaty mess. I hold my ponytail up to let my neck cool and feel it’s almost entirely unraveled. The air is still down in the stateroom, and it reeks of sex. I didn’t realize how stifling it was while Hank kept me busy. I’m ashamed to admit that being in Hank’s arms feels so natural that it takes a while before I wonder where my husband is.
Corey didn’t follow us downstairs, which surprised me. He only went along with all of this because watching me with Hank gets him off — and I think he hopes Tina is going to fuck him too. Hank kept me so preoccupied that I didn’t even realize our spouses weren’t with us until I finished coming on top of Hank’s fantastic cock and I saw we were alone in the stateroom. I don’t know where Corey and Tina would have fit in the tiny chamber anyway.
I first see my husband when I crawl out of bed and spy him sitting in the galley with Tina kneeling in front of him again. I don’t believe she’s been blowing him this whole time because I would have come long ago. Corey just can’t hold out when he’s getting sucked. Jealousy creeps back even though I’m still glowing from all the orgasms Hank gave me. I want to tell that hussy to let go of my man’s dick. Yes, I get the irony. Is it terrible that I want all the dick for myself?
Tina isn’t going down on my husband. She’s just wiping his dick with a washcloth. My stomach knots when I think she might be cleaning up after fucking him, but I see Corey in a new light thinking he’s just screwed our sex bomb neighbor. It bothers me that he’s been so passive through all of this. Corey and I need to talk, but there’s no privacy on the boat.
Hank’s seed seeps from me while I move around looking for my bikini bottom on the limited floor space. Corey has been watching me and stares at my destroyed pussy. Does he like seeing another man’s cum dripping from me? How can he? I’d expect him to be angry I let Hank fill me with his potent huge load, even though I can’t get pregnant, but Corey didn’t say anything the first time it happened. Maybe my husband likes pretending Hank could breed me. I’d never want that, but the thought touches something primal inside me, like a powerful man such as Hank should breed me. No! Damn it, where is my bikini bottom?
“Forget about it, Sammy,” Hanks says.
“I can’t just go strutting around on deck naked.”
“Why not? You were barely covered anyway. Your body is beautiful. You have nothing to hide.”
I want to tell him that I’m not as crazy as he and Tina, but is that still true? I seem to have abandoned all of my sense and morals to be his plaything. But really I want Hank to think I’m as fun and sexy as his wife. I smile and stride out of the stateroom naked with as much confidence as I can muster.
Corey can’t look me in the eyes when I pass on my way to the deck, and it kills me that I don’t know if that’s because I just fucked Hank or because he fucked Tina. He does look surprised that I’m going out naked. I push it out of my mind and dive into the water.
The shock of the cool blue water is just what I need to clear my head. Submerging in the chilly bay doesn’t quite make me feel clean, but it helps. I almost felt like I’m back to myself when I emerge from the water dripping wet, naked as the day I was born. I free my hair from the ponytail and smooth it back to my scalp. It was destroyed anyway. I’m relieved that we’re still the only boat in the cove and have privacy. I’m not yet ready to be strutting around naked in front of strangers.
Tina and I are lounging on the front deck baking in the sun again when Hank comes forward sniffing around. I’m wearing a ton of sunscreen — lovingly applied by Tina — because most of my body is pale white virgin territory for sun exposure. He was in the back talking to Corey. I couldn’t hear their conversation over the music the DeSimones are constantly blaring, but I assume they were discussing me. Was Corey upset that Hank treats me like he owns me or was he thanking the neighbor for making me climax so many times and putting on a great show?
Hank stands over us and stares down at our nude bodies. I’m still not used to being so on display. I don’t even lay around naked for Corey like this. But I’m beginning to feel natural being naked around Hank and Tina. Hank’s shaft is at half-mast and twitches while he looks at us. The man is insatiable. I didn’t think it was possible for a sixty-year-old man to have this kind of stamina.
Tina sits up and starts casually playing with his cock like she’s rubbing his shoulders. He smiles, hands on his hips like he’s posing for us while he grows. I’m not hypnotized by his snake, but I do have to purposely look away from it. Hank smirks when he notices.
“He’s had quite a workout today, hasn’t he sweetheart?” Tina says.
“Sam is an enthusiastic partner, but she hasn’t worn me out yet.”
“Should I take that as a challenge?” I ask. I thought we were done for the day, but now that I see him thickening again that familiar tingle is back between my legs. I’m not too sore to take him again.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, dear. I haven’t met the woman who can wear Hank out in bed. He’s a force of nature.”
“You’re selling yourself short, sugar. You always wear me out. She’s being modest, Sammy. My sugar can truly go all night. She never loses her appetite.”
Their sweetness with each other still surprises me given how open they are to fucking other people. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand their marriage. Tina looks at Hank with nothing but love and desire. I envy their connection.
I am not surprised when Tina begins sucking his cock. She leans in like she’s just sneaking a sip of his beer and starts sucking. It’s like I’m not even here. She opens wide and stretches her lips around that thick meat, sucking it down like it’s nothing. Her cheeks hollow while she slowly slides back and forth on it. I know I’m at giving head, but I can’t match her mastery with such a big cock. Corey is blessed if Tina sucked him while I was in the stateroom with Hank. Where is Corey?
My husband lingers at the back of the boat. This could be my chance to go back and talk to him while the DeSimones are preoccupied with each other, but I’m fascinated by watching Tina suck Hank’s cock, and I stay in my spot. Catching up with Corey will have to wait. Tina holds his base with one hand and cradles his balls with the other. She gives him a loving blowjob, if a blowjob can be described that way.
“So good,” Hank moans, gazing at his wife with adoration. “You always know just what I need, sugar.”
I get up to my knees and move closer to watch. Tina’s seen me suck that cock, and fuck her husband, multiple times now, but it’s the first sexual contact I’ve seen between the couple. It seems that our time together is reserved for him to have fun with me. I watch Tina for tips. She must know exactly what Hank likes.
“Take it nice and deep, sugar. Show me how you can hold it.”
Tina takes him so deep that her nose would be buried in his pubes if Hank weren’t shaved. He must be in her throat, and I don’t know how she’s not choking on that thing. She’s like a circus sword swallower. Hank never holds her head but lets his wife dictate the pace.
“Mmm, I love your cock the most, sweetheart,” Tina coos when she pulls back. Strings of saliva stretch from her full lips to his tip, and she takes him back in her mouth for a quick suck to clean him.
“You’re not going to leave me like this are you, sugar?”
“I was just getting you ready to see if Samantha could put her money where her mouth is, sweetheart.”
Hank chuckles. “You’re always thinking of others, sugar.”
Tina moves to the side, and I get in there and pick up right where she left off. I dive right onto his shaft and do my best, but I choke when his cock plugs my throat. I’ve been with big men before, and I’ve always been able to make them happy, but Hank is in a class all by himself. I hold his base with both hands and rapidly bob on him. He tenses and I think he’s going to fill my mouth, but Hank laces his fingers in my hair and pulls me back.
“I love how eager you are, Sammy, but I want more of that sweet pussy. Don’t worry, there will be plenty of chances for you to drink your reward.”
Hank eases me onto my back on my towel and kisses me deeply. I keep a hand on his cock, stroking it like I’m afraid I’ll lose it if I let go. His fingers slip back inside me, and I shamelessly push at them. Tina is beside us, caressing us.
“I’m going to make you come out here in the sun, right on the deck, honey,” Hank tells me.
“Yes, please,” I moan.
The deck isn’t comfortable beneath my back, but I don’t care. When Hank slides inside me again that cock is all I care about. I groan with deep satisfaction and lift my hips to him. I’m past pain when he first enters me. My pussy fits him like a glove now that he’s broken me in. Our bodies rock perfectly together, and I imagine we’re moving with the motion of the boat.
“You two are so sexy together. Hank is a fantastic lover, isn’t he?” Tina coos, stroking my hair.
“Yeah…feels sooo good…”
“You glow when Hank is inside you, dear.”
“Ahh…yeah…”
Tina reaches between us and rubs my button. Pleasure explodes out from my core, and my pussy milks Hank inside me when I climax.
“Ahh…fuck…yeah…fuck…” I cry.
Tina keeps rubbing me, her fingers slipping all over my pink while her husband slowly, but steadily fills me.
“Love feeling you coming on my dick, Sammy. That’s heaven, honey,” Hank grunts.
“Oh yeah…oh fuck…yeah…”
I think I’ll never stop coming if Tina keeps rubbing my clit, but she does stop. I open my eyes to see her looking up. I can’t see past Hank over me, but I know Corey has come up to the front of the boat.
“I was hoping you’d join the party, dear. Come closer. You’ve got to see the way darling Samantha trembles when Hank thrusts into her. It’s like it’s a revelation every time,” Tina says.
Corey kneels beside us, and my heart feels like it’s going to seize in my chest. He’s never been so close when I’ve been with Hank. Corey looks intense, like he’s trying to memorize what he’s seeing, and I have to look away. I feel guilty having him so close. He must see the flush on my cheeks and hear the way I squish every time Hank thrusts into my well-stretched pussy. Oh god! How can he take it?
Tina rubs his trunks — Corey is the only one of us still dressed. “You’re so hard, dear. I bet you’d love me to take care of that.” He grunts. “But I think you should save that for Samantha if she’s not too sore when Hank is done with her. But you can help me. Watching these lovebirds has me so horny, Corey. Come with me.”
Corey is easily led, crawling to Tina when she lays on the towel beside Hank and me. She plants her feet on the deck and bends her legs, spreading them wide. My husband gets down between them, and she does the rest, pulling him by the hair to force his face to her sex. Corey grabs her hips and devours her. I hear him slurping away as Tina pumps her hips at him.
“Uhn…yeah…get in there, lick momma’s pussy. Don’t be shy, darling. Yess…yess…”
I sear with jealousy, and I’m distracted from Hank’s cock for the first time since I’ve seen it. I don’t want to see my Corey so eagerly going down on another woman. I understand why he wants Tina — even if Hank weren’t fucking me — but I don’t like Corey making her come. That should be reserved for me, and don’t care if it makes me a hypocrite.
“That’s it, buddy. Make my sugar come! She deserves it for being so generous, doesn’t she?” Hank encourages. “Does he lick pussy good?”
“Uhn…not like you sweetheart, but he loves it. Yeah…right there…lick that clit…uhnn…you’re lucky if he’s doing this to you, Saman…uhn… darling…”
The jealousy makes my competitive spirit explode. I need to prove I’m the hottest woman on this boat. And I need to show Corey that he’s not going to make Tina come harder than Hank can make me come. I grab Hank’s head and pull him down to kiss me, somehow shoving my tongue into his mouth while I’m still moaning for him. For the second time that day, our screwing feels intimate, dangerously close to making love. Does my husband feel that energy? Is it driving him crazy? I want it to demand his attention.
Hank pounds me harder, and I know we’re in the home stretch. The way he plunders my pussy makes me lose control, and I can’t battle for attention any longer. Hank is back in control, and his wonderful cock demands my all.
“You’re coming again, Sammy. I fucking feel it. You can’t stop coming for Hank,” my lover gloats.
“Yeah…oh fuck yeah…fuck me…fuck me Hank…ohmygod yeah!”
I’m so lost in yet another brain-emptying orgasm that I can’t be sure, but I think Tina comes with me. I hear her shouts, telling Corey what a good boy he is, and it’s like we’re creating a duet of ecstasy.
Hank buries himself balls deep in me and unleashes one more load, pumping his powerful seed deep into my core. My orgasm extends when I feel that rush. My primal side wants to be bred by this powerful alpha, even though Hank can’t impregnate me. I whimper his name like I’m pleading for it. My guilty brain thinks my husband knows everything I’m feeling because we’re so close right now.
“That was so good, Sammy,” Hank pants. “It’s so perfect when you come for me.”
“It really is,” Tina agrees.
Corey is silent, but I think he’s still licking Tina. His head is trapped between her thighs.
“Thank you,” I moan, my sheath still tight around Hank like I can keep him inside me forever.
to be continued…




Chapter 7

The marina is dark and quiet when Hank guides the boat back into its slip. I hear people having fun on other boats, but the sound is muffled like they’re trying to be respectful of their neighbors. Imagine that, respecting your neighbors. I don’t care how many times Hank and Tina claim they still respect me. I just can’t believe it. Maybe because I’m trying to figure out how my own self-respect fits in with everything I’ve allowed to happen in my marriage.
I don’t want to sound like a victim, even if my self-pitying side wants to embrace that. No one has forced me to do — or accept — anything. None of these things has happened to me. I’ve been a participant every step of the way.
I may be confused by what I’m feeling because I don’t like all of it, but I must own my role in all of this. Hank did not take Sam from me. I gave her to him, practically offering her with both hands through my inaction. Of course, she would argue that she’s only been loaned to him, and even then, Sam would point out that I am not hers to loan or give. I know my wife well.
Hank had to guide the boat in by himself because Sam was too exhausted to snuggle with him in the cockpit. She spent the ride to the marina tucked into a corner of the seat at the back of the boat. I left her there, too lost in my head, until Tina shamed me into going to her. Sam burrowed into my side when I held her, and it felt good to have my wife in my arms again.
The DeSimones see us to the gate at the marina. Sam is in her shorts and tank top with nothing underneath. She never did find her bikini bottom. They hug us both to say goodbye, but Sam and I receive very different hugs. Hank pulls Sam into his arms and they spend a good couple of minutes making out. I still feel that twist in my gut when I see it — just as the blood still rushes to my dick — but the sight is losing its ability to shock me. That could be because Sam and Hank kissing feels so normal now. Even though he’s got almost twenty years on her, they look good together, like a couple.
Tina also embraces Sam, and I’m a little surprised when they don’t make out too. Tina just gives her a quick peck on the lips. She does the same for me, but it’s a friendly kiss, not the smooch of two people who’ve been intimate. Hank gives me one of those bro half-hugs, shaking my hand and pulling me in to give me a slap on the back so hard my teeth are jarred. He thanks us for a great day.
Sam leans into me, and I keep an arm around her to help her back to the car. She seems dazed, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s exhausted or because she’s trying to process everything she did today. I don’t know because she keeps her thoughts to herself. Sam is already curled into the passenger seat before I pull out of the parking lot.
I know she doesn’t want to talk about it tonight, and I try to respect that. I fiddle with the satellite radio but can’t find anything to keep me distracted. Music has always been a refuge for me. A place I can lose myself and let my mind go blank while it washes over me. There is no sanctuary tonight. Images of Sam and Hank together keep flooding my brain. I see every minute detail like I’m watching a video of the day in my head. Everything they did in the stateroom is so clear, even though that’s impossible. My mind loves filling in the dirtiest details.
My erection refuses to go down with those thoughts plaguing me. I’m not rock hard, but my dick constantly tingles. I look over at Sam, and she looks so peaceful there in the passenger seat. I know she’s not really asleep, but she’d like me to think she is. She has to feel the tension in me. When I can’t take it anymore, I speak.
“So… today…”
“I’m so tired, babe. Can we wait?” Sam doesn’t even open her eyes.
“There’s just so much bouncing around in my head, Sam. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
“I know, babe. We knew stuff would happen today, but so much happened. That’s why I’m so tired.”
“I didn’t think… I didn’t think it would be like that. I didn’t think it could be like that, Sam.”
Sam gives me a look that says, I guess we’re doing this now. She asks, “Are you angry?”
I fumble for the right words. I truly don’t know where to begin. I don’t want to burden her with my angst because I fear that will make me look weak, but I feel like I need to get it off my chest. And then there’s that part of me that’s like a little kid on Christmas morning dying to share his excitement about the day. I want to tell Sam all about it, but I’m also afraid of how it’ll look to tell her how thrilling it was to watch her with Hank. I hate feeling all of it trapped inside me.
“Not angry. I know it wouldn’t be fair to be angry.”
“You feel what you feel, babe. Feelings aren’t about fair.”
“I’m shell-shocked. You and Hank. You did so much. It wasn’t what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
“We were being coy, pretending it was only a possibility, but I knew you were going to fuck him, Sam. We both knew it.”
“Right. I guess so.” Sam sounds impatient. “And we did — Hank and I. We fucked.”
“A lot. Jesus, Sam. You were fucking all day. He just didn’t stop, and you…”
“And I what?”
“You… You couldn’t get enough. You were goddam insatiable, Sam. I’ve never seen you like that.”
“Corey, you know I love sex. We have a great sex life. This can’t be a shock to you.”
“Not like that. The look on your face. The sounds you made. And you just kept fucking and fucking.”
Sam just stares like she doesn’t know what to say to me. I know how I sound. She could tell me that she’s just as into it when we make love, but I’d never believe it after what I witnessed — all day long. Our sex life has always been good. I never have trouble making Sam come. She just doesn’t come like that.
“I love fucking you too, babe. I mean, I would spend all day in bed with you if…”
The sentence trails off and I still wince, even though she leaves the last part unsaid. Sam would spend all day in bed with me if I could go all day like Hank. She doesn’t mean it to be a slam. It’s just the truth. I could go on and on when we first met, and I was doing my damnedest to impress her, but I still don’t think I’ve ever gone more than three times in a day, and that was with long breaks. Fuck, how many times did Hank come inside her today?
“I don’t blame you,” I say. “I saw how hard he made you come. I get that you wanted more — and more.”
“It sounds like you’re blaming me.”
“I swear I’m not. It’s just…seeing another man do that to you…it’s hard not to feel a certain way about that. I don’t know if you can understand that, Sam.”
Sam bites back a snippy response. She can be short when she’s very tired. Instead, she says, “I understand you’re going to have feelings seeing me with another man. I’ll admit it, I’m jealous when I see you and Tina hanging on each other.”
“You said you weren’t.” This is news. Sam has played it very cool.
“I know, but I think I just didn’t want to be jealous. And at the time, I didn’t think I’d ever see that again, so I didn’t have to face my feelings. I really thought it was a one-time thing when we had that discussion.”
“If you don’t want me to…”
Sam laughs, and it stings. “I’d never tell you not to have fun with Tina. I’m not that much of a hypocrite, am I babe?”
“No, Sam. You’re not a hypocrite. I guess we both have complicated feelings around this.”
“It’s not a simple thing. It seems simple. It’s just sex. But sex is not always so simple.”
“Right. It’s sex with other people. It’s not what we signed on for when we got married. This isn’t what married couples do.”
“It’s what some married couples do. Hank and Tina. Swingers.”
“Well, it’s not what we do,” I defiantly reply.
“Until now.”
“Right.”
“You didn’t hate every second of it?”
“I didn’t. I wish I could say I either hated it or loved it,” I tell her.
“Then why are you so focused on the negative, babe? You know this is a thing you do. Sure, I had my fun today, but so did you.”
It’s my turn to snort out a laugh. “I don’t think I’m capable of having as much fun as you did with Hank.”
“What did you and Tina do?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“I can take it if you can, babe. Did you get lucky?”
“Sort of. I guess? I mean, yeah, it was hot. She teased the fuck out of me before she finally jerked me off.”
“That’s all? I saw her on her knees and thought maybe…”
“No, that was after she jerked me off while we…watched you and Hank. She was just down there cleaning up my mess.”
Why do I feel like I let Sam down because I didn’t get further with Tina? I’m projecting my feelings onto her. I would feel like more of a man if I was getting as much off Tina as Hank was getting from my wife. I’m sure that silver fox can be just as much of a demon in bed as Sam. But I’m not getting any further with Tina than she’ll let me. I’m not stupid. I know she’s stringing me along to keep me distracted while Hank fucks Sam silly, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to turn down whatever Tina’s willing to give me.
“Was that hard-on for her, or for me?” Sam asks.
There is her jealousy rearing its ugly head. Is it wrong that I like seeing it? Sam’s jealousy is a reminder that she still sees me as her man, which means we’re a unit and she doesn’t belong to Hank — not yet. Sam perks up and uncurls in her seat to face me. She’s more interested now that she feels competition with Tina.
“Tina’s so fucking hot, Sam,” I begin. I’m toying with her, and it feels good to not be the pawn for a change.
Sam lays a hand on my thigh. Her fingers stretch, seeking me in my swimming trunks. I surge when she brushes me. I’m not fully hard yet, but I’m getting there. It’s like the old days when I could keep going. Light comes into her eyes when she feels me, and my pride begins to rebuild, which makes it easier to open up about all my feelings.
“She’s hot, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, Sam.”
“It’s okay to admit you like watching me, babe. It doesn’t diminish you. I love that I still turn you on so much after so many years together.”
“I know that in my head. We’re both into it, so it’s fine. But my gut…”
“That’s because you’re overthinking it, babe. You liked watching Hank fuck me?”
I groan when she squeezes my thickening cock, enticing an answer from me. My grip tightens on the steering wheel. If she keeps that up, I’m going to steer right off the highway.
“I’m driving,” I warn her. I don’t really want her to stop, but it is dangerous.
Sam squeezes me again and says, “You didn’t answer me, babe. Did you like watching Hank fuck me?”
“Yes. I liked watching you. You know that.”
“What was your favorite part, babe?”
“The two of you in bed… Seeing you like that… It was so different from the first time, like you two were really lovers. It looked like you were really his, Sam.”
Recalling it makes my dick throb.
“I’m yours, babe. I’ll always be yours. Hank can’t take me from you.”
“I know,” I reply, but I don’t even sound convincing to me.
“He can borrow me. You can lend me to him, but I’m still yours.”
Sam has me so aroused that my excitement has leaked through the leg of my trunks. Her fingertips trace over the wet spot. I can tell she’s pleased she has me so hard. “Do you like it better when I ride Hank or when he fucks me, babe?”
“Ah, I don’t know. They’re both hot.” I swallow hard when she rubs me harder. “It’s hot when you ride him because you’re showing how much you want him…ahh… But I like it when he fucks you, Sam. It’s so hot the way he just takes you.”
I’m breathless, and I hear her panting too. It’s mind-boggling that she’s still horny after all that fucking, but I’m pleased we’re connected like this after all that. If we weren’t barreling down the highway, I’d throw her into the backseat of our SUV and prove Hank isn’t the only one who can make her come.
“Take off your trunks,” she demands, pulling at them.
“Sam, seriously, I’m driving. Just hold onto it until we get home.”
“You used to love it when I gave you road head. Remember our second date?”
“God, I’d never met a girl like you, Sam. You were so hot. You are so hot.”
“And this hot girl wants your dick out. Are you going to deny me? Do you think Hank would deny me?”
I grit my teeth because Sam knows exactly where to hit me. It feels like everyone is toying with me today, and I don’t like it. I see an overpass up ahead and slow the SUV. I drift over the rumble strip and tuck as deep into the shadows as I can. I kill the lights and hope no one notices our black SUV.
“Do you want to get into the backseat?” I ask.
Sam looks impatient at first but then plasters on a smile and says, “Sure.”
I don’t wait for her, awkwardly scrambling over the center console and between the seats to flop onto the second-row bench seat. I pull down my trunks while she follows. How will it feel to fuck her after Hank’s screwed her pussy all day long?
Sam follows and I pause to watch her tits jiggle inside her tank top when she climbs between the seats to join me. I follow the points of her nipples in the fabric. I’m distracted by her braless tits. She catches me staring and smiles before removing her top to bare her breasts to me.
I can see all the marks Hank left on her pale, tender flesh. The light is weak in the shadows under the overpass, but there’s enough to see that. Her nipples are swollen and thicker than usual. Is that down to how much Hank played with them? Her tits and even sides have light red streaks where he gripped Sam when he manipulated her body. His hands are so big against her slender frame. I should be angry seeing the marks another man left all over my wife — and the knife does twist in my gut — but I’m more aroused than anything else. Dammit, I like seeing my wife fucked.
My cock twitches, which also catches her attention. Sam squeezes it, and I groan. I’m not going to make it inside her if she keeps pumping me like that. I am not a small man — I’m confident in that — but do I feel small after she’s handled Hank?
“Tell me how it felt watching me, babe. Tell me all your favorite parts,” she breathlessly demands, her eyes smoldering into mine.
Sam doesn’t speak again because she fills her mouth with my cock. I tense and grip the armrest to my right, grunting when it feels like she’s trying to draw my entire body in through her mouth. Her suction is almost painfully strong. It’s like she’s trying to prove something to me. Her mouth locks around me like it never has before, and she bobs down to the root, slipping my head into her throat like it’s nothing. Of course, I know it’s much easier to swallow my dick than Hank’s monster. That should bother me, but thinking of Sam choking on him makes me surge in her mouth.
“Ahh…Sam…you were his all day…from the moment we got on the boat… Seeing Hank just casually fondle you in the cockpit was hard. I loved how you just surrendered to him, but I was so jealous.”
“Babe, it felt so natural when he touched me. It was just like we were on a date,” she pants, still pumping me while she pauses to catch her breath.
I laugh when she pops me back into her mouth.
“You’re a great date. You gave him everything, Sam. That bed was your love nest. Ahh…fuck…ahh… You couldn’t stop coming for him… Seeing it was just…ahh…insane You’re…you’re made for fucking…”
Sam keeps a hand on my base while she bobs on me, but her other hand slides beneath her. I can’t see what she’s doing, but when she moans into her mouthful, I’m pretty sure she’s touching herself. I love that she’s still turned on while blowing me. I feel desired, and it makes my whole body tingle. I’d kill to know what’s going through Sam’s head while I say these things to her.
“On the deck…ahh…you and Hank and Tina…I thought you were going to…ahh Sam… You’re shameless with them…ahh fuck…ahh yeah…Sam…Sam…fuck…”
I can’t take it any longer and grab the back of her head to fuck my cock down her throat. Sam’s so good I’m usually content to just sit back and let her work her magic, but I’ve felt passive all day, and I need to take control. Thinking of what an absolute slut she was for our neighbors makes me want to reassert dominance over my wife — even though that’s not how our marriage works. She grunts and moans around my cock and sucks harder. I like that she likes me fucking her mouth. Her arm jigs faster like she’s rubbing her pussy harder.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck!”
I hold her head with both hands and jam it down, so I’m buried in the back of her throat when I pop my load. I grunt loudly in the quiet SUV and drain my balls into her throat. Sam doesn’t miss a drop, but I don’t have much to give after the day I’ve had.
Sam slides out of her shorts and moves to hover her pussy over my face. I’m horrified that she wants me to do this after her pussy was plundered by Hank all day. I don’t move and she pulls my hair.
“Lick me, babe. Lick my pussy like you did Tina’s.”
I’m smothered by her sex and slurp away. How many loads did Hank dump into her? It must have all run out by now — Sam cleaned up in the bathroom — but I know I taste him. I’ve never wanted to taste that, but my brain sizzles and I shove my tongue deep into her.
“Ohh…babe…yes…like that…oh god…lick me…”
I grab her ass and pull that gash tighter to me. Sam is drowning me while she humps my face. Am I weak for doing this? Does she like me eating her pussy after Hank fucked her? I remember what he did and slip my finger between her cheeks. Sam gasps when my digit penetrates her. She’s probably still loose back there from when Hank fingered her ass.
“Oh fuck babe…yeah…fuck…lick my pussy babe…”
I’ve gone down on Sam countless times. I know this pussy intimately, and I swear it’s been different after a day with Hank’s dick. She’s looser, gaping open, the juices just flowing out of her. What else flows when I suck her clit?
“Oh fuck…you love it babe…love eating my fucked pussy…”
Where did that come from? Did Sam read my mind? I shove my finger deeper into her ass to prove I’m not weak.
“Fuck! Fuck! Eat my fucked pussy! Ohmygod…oh fuck! Yes babe! Yesss…”
Sam’s scream is deafening in the SUV, even with her thighs over my ears. She shakes violently when she comes and pushes off me, slapping my slick face away. She’s so dazed she drops into the well behind the driver’s seat. I think Sam might start hyperventilating.
The silence is awkward afterward. We’re both lost in our heads, wondering if everything has changed for us. How could it not? I’ve never been that rough with Sam in eight years of marriage. I don’t want her to think it’s rage, but I can’t explain the burst of aggression. I just don’t want her to think any of this means I love her any less. And then there’s the things she said. I don’t know how to feel about that.
I pull Sam off the floor and into my arms. I tilt her face to mine and kiss her. I meant it to be an affectionate peck, but I’m possessed again, and I shove my tongue into her mouth. She kisses me back just as hungrily, pulling my hair. I taste myself in her mouth, just as she tastes herself. I wonder if I taste Hank too. I still insist I don’t want that.
“I love you so much, babe. You know that, right?” she says.
“I love you too.”
“All of me? Even the messy, confusing parts?”
“All of you, Sammy.”
“Thanks, babe. And don’t call me Sammy. You know I hate that.”




This is the conclusion of Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors II, but Hank is not done with his sexy neighbor and Sam can’t resist submitting to him. How will Corey adjust to the new reality that his wife’s body belongs to the guy across the street? Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors III begins next week!





