
Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors III Ch. 1

I was right when I thought we were changed after that day on the boat. We could have taken it as one crazy day. A wild adventure to marvel at and fantasize about until we grow old and gray. The smart move would have been to put that day on the boat into a box and leave it there. We’re not swingers. At least, I didn’t think we were. Deep down, we both knew that wasn’t going to happen.
Hank didn’t come sniffing around again right away. He gave Sam the time she needed to recover from that insane day, and she needed it. It was another example of how he just seemed to instinctively know what Sam needed in a way that only I should. I think that sixth sense of his makes me as jealous as anything they’ve done sexually.
Sam stayed in bed all the next day recovering from the many ways Hank used her. She only stumbled out of bed to grab a bite to eat and soak in the tub. We’re lucky that her ex has the girls every weekend because I don’t know how we would have explained why Sam looked like she was coming off a three-day bender and was walking funny. A twenty-four-hour bug would not have explained that last part.
I waited on Sam all day like a dutiful husband taking care of his sick wife. I tried to think of it that way and not dwell on why she was immobilized — which was impossible. It didn’t matter if I tried to watch the baseball game, or go online, or even play a videogame, scenes from that day kept flashing through my mind. I was left with a perpetual hard-on, desperate to make love to Sam and reclaim her pussy the way I’d reclaimed her mouth on the ride home from the marina, but she made it very clear she was not up for any kind of sex.
Monday rolled around and I think Sam was especially glad that she works from home and didn’t have to make herself presentable and go into an office. I didn’t like leaving her home alone. It was the first time we were apart since the boat trip, and my brain went to all the dark places it could. I don’t know which bothered me more, the idea that Hank would just come across the street and screw my wife all day while I was at work — presuming it was his right — or that Sam would call him and beg him to come over and fuck her. Both had me wildly vacillating between intense arousal and unfettered jealousy. I was a horny, paranoid maniac.
I got home that night and Sam was more herself. We still didn’t discuss what that day on the boat meant to our marriage. I think we were both afraid to face it. We did finally make love that night, although I had to take it easy because Sam was still sore everywhere. It wasn’t just her sex that was sore, but her thighs and other muscles. She joked she’d have to start working out harder if she was going to keep up with Hank like it was a foregone conclusion he was going to have her again.
Sam didn’t have to worry about me making her sore all over again. I heard her moans and thought about how much louder she moaned for Hank, and I lasted all of about three minutes. She told me it was all she needed, but I couldn’t help but think she had to be disappointed. Hank had taken up occupancy in my head. I knew I’d love the high of watching him fuck Sam again, but I didn’t know if I could live with the rest of it. I would find out soon enough.
It’s difficult to complain that my wife has sexually surrendered herself to our neighbor when the side effects are so awesome — but my feelings remain complicated. I get the school of thought that I should be thanking Hank for turning Sam from being just my sweet wife and a good suburban mom into an insatiable slut. But, you know, I just can’t bring myself to thank another man for fucking my wife.
Hank gives us a couple of weeks to gather ourselves before he comes back into our lives. I didn’t see him at all during that time, purposely timing my arrivals and departures from the house to make sure I wouldn’t run into him outside. I think Sam’s been doing the opposite, hoping to see her lover.
Sam gets increasingly antsy waiting to hear from him. We still haven’t discussed where the neighbors fit into our lives now, but I know Sam will be crushed if Hank had his fill of her that day and is done. As much as I’d be relieved if that were true, I’d be disappointed too. I want what Sam wants, even if my feelings about it are much more complicated. He can’t be done with Sam. I refuse to believe Hank doesn’t want more of my sexy wife.
Our sex life has become unhinged. We can’t keep our hands off each other. We have to keep it cool when we have the girls during the week, but otherwise, I can’t walk past Sam without groping her. She’ll just drop into my lap, wiggle that cute butt of hers to make me hard, and shove her tongue down my throat, and we’re off to the races. I’ve gotten over coming in three minutes because the fantasies are too hot for me and I feel like I’m more of a stud than I’ve been in years, but I still can’t help feeling that Sam is pouring all this horny frustration into me because she can’t have the cock she really wants.
I know Hank has returned to our lives before Sam says a word. I feel her different energy the moment I come home from work. She’s positively vibrating. I put down my work bag and go into the kitchen to get a drink. Sam buzzes around me like she’s dying to tell me something. She begins to speak, but Amelia comes into the kitchen and Sam switches right into mom mode to answer a homework question. We’re into September and the girls are back in school. It turns out to be a math question, which gets Sam off the hook. I watch her leave the kitchen dying to know what she was about to tell me. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to concentrate on Amelia’s math homework.
The night unfolds like any other night. Ashleigh gets home shortly after I do, annoyed by something that happened at band practice. Dinner is chicken and asparagus from the grill and a salad. Sam is no stranger to a glass of wine in the evening, but she’s pouring her third glass by the time we all sit down to watch Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune together. I’m twitchy with anticipation, but I stick to one beer because I want to be sober for whatever is coming. The girls go off to their rooms afterwards and I finally have my wife to myself.
“Hank texted me today,” Sam shares.
I sip from my beer and chuckle. “I could have guessed. You’re all excited about something. I’m surprised it’s just a text.”
Sam pouts. Did that sound harsher than I intended?
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t see Hank as a guy who just texts. He takes what he wants.”
“It could have been that, but I told him he couldn’t come over until I cleared it with you.”
“Thanks, but I’m honestly surprised, Sam.”
“How much of a slut do you think I am? You know I wouldn’t just fuck him behind your back, Corey.”
“I’m not accusing you of anything, Sam. And keep your voice down. The girls are upstairs.”
“Don’t hush me.”
I don’t think I sound hostile or accusatory. I’m just being real. Sam doesn’t see it that way, but she is into her third glass of wine. Her cheeks are flushed the way they get when she drinks. Sam was all excited about this new development and I’m not playing along and she’s annoyed, but I must be honest about my feelings.
“I didn’t say you did anything wrong. I’m just saying, I don’t remember anyone checking in with me last time we saw the DeSimones. Hank did whatever he wanted with you, and you were happy to go along. I went along too, so I’m not complaining.”
“It sounds like you’re complaining.”
“If anything, I’m happy you didn’t just rush over there and fuck him okay? I feel good that you wanted to check in with me first.”
“I appreciate that, but I can’t help feeling like you want it both ways sometimes. You get off on all this — don’t deny it — but you act like this is something that’s been forced on you. I’m not trying to hurt you, Corey. No one is. I wouldn’t do any of this if you didn’t like it too.”
That stings. “I never said you forced me to do anything. I understand I’m part of this.” I don’t add, a passive part of it.
“It’s your attitude. Unless we’re fucking or getting off, you make me feel like you’re doing me a favor by allowing me to be with Hank. We both know that is not how it is.”
I don’t know how the evening took this ugly turn. We’ve gone from Sam being excited to tell me about whatever happened with Hank today to Sam being pissed because I’m not a team player. How do I explain to her that I like it, but I’m never going to be like, Yeah, fuck Hank all day! That’s just not who I am. Besides, I don’t know if I’m on board with Hank coming over to screw my wife when I’m not home. Call me a pervert, but I want to see the deed being done.
“I don’t mean to make you feel that way, Sam. I’m sorry. This isn’t just a straight line for me.”
“If you want us to stop…”
“I didn’t say that.” She always says us like we’re both fucking Hank. “Would you be okay with it if I said we had to stop? We agreed to that before and then you had lunch with Tina, and we ended up out on that boat.”
“I would stop seeing Hank if that was what you truly wanted.”
I can tell by her measured, neutral tone she wouldn’t like it. I try to keep my voice even too. “But you wouldn’t like it, would you Sam? You like what he does to you, and you don’t want it to end.”
“What’s the right answer, Corey? If you want the truth, then no, I don’t want it to end. I don’t even know how long something like this can last. I don’t see it being a thing where I just pop across the street for Hank’s dick like I’m borrowing a cup of sugar forever. And it sounds like the DeSimones don’t stay with one person anyway. But yes, I like how it feels being with Hank, and I would be disappointed if you wanted me to stop, but I would do it. Our marriage is more important.”
I fill in the unsaid part in my head, Our marriage is more important than how hard Hank makes me come. I’d feel better with her saying it, but I’m still tweaked that she’s so into Hank. Tweaked as I am, I’m getting hard by my wife’s devotion to screwing our neighbor.
“I’m not asking you to stop, and I don’t want you to feel bad for me. I’m just asking you to be patient with my complicated feelings.”
“I can do that. I have to deal with whatever you have going on with Tina, too.”
I smile tightly. I don’t think I have anything going on with Tina, but it’s nice of Sam to say I do. Now that the neighbors have gotten what they wanted — my wife — I’ll be surprised if Tina bothers with teasing me any longer.
“So, what did you say to Hank?”
“You can read it for yourself. I really don’t want secrets between us.”
Sam unlocks her phone, scrolls back, and hands it to me.

end ch 1 bk 3

chapter 2

[Hank] have you recovered?
[Sam] haha. It’s been a couple of weeks. You’re not THAT good
[Hank] wanted to give you guys space. Thought that day might have gotten too intense for you. I know you’re not in the Lifestyle yet
[Sam] it was a lot. Not going to lie. But it wasn’t too much. It was incredible. I can handle whatever you throw at me
[Hank] we’ll see about that honey
[Sam] will we? You’re assuming a lot, big guy
[Hank] if you don’t want to hook up again…
[Sam] I didn’t say that. Is that what we’re doing? Hooking up?
[Hank] would you rather call it fucking?
[Sam] I like fucking
[Hank] I know you do. You like fucking a lot
[Sam] not going to be coy. I do. And I really like fucking you
[Hank] why don’t you come across the street and show me? I’m off today
[Sam] I would love to, but I’m working over here
[Hank] you don’t get a break? I could come to you
[Sam] that’s not a good idea. Corey and I haven’t discussed what this is yet. I need to make sure he wants to keep going
[Hank] it’s been 2 weeks. You have talked about it
[Sam] Not like that
[Hank] like how? Like he’s still getting off on seeing how hard I fucked you?
[Sam] I plead the 5th
[Hank] it’s okay. I know guys like Corey. I know he wants me to fuck you
[Sam] You’re so full of yourself. I’ve told you nothing
[Hank] you don’t have to. I know him
[Sam] Don’t think Corey’s a pushover. I’m still his wife and that’s what matters most
[Hank] Tina matters most to me too. That’s why this is the perfect arrangement. Corey doesn’t have to worry I’m going to steal you. I’m just looking to have fun and give you what you need honey
[Sam] what’s that?
[Hank] the good hard fucking you crave
[Sam] that’s what I need?
[Hank] I know how bad you need it Sammy
[Sam] Corey gives me what I need. What’s between us is just some fun on the side
[Hank] Does he make you wet like I do?
[Sam] sorry to tell you. It’s not so hard to make me wet Hank
[Hank] guess you don’t need this then. I’ll leave you to it
[Sam] don’t pout. You know I love fucking you. Yes, you make me wet. I love how you fuck me. I miss your big cock
[Hank] That’s much better. I like a girl who knows what she needs and isn’t afraid to get it
[Sam] I know what I need. Trust me
[Hank] what’s that honey?
[Sam] I need you to fuck me. It’s been a long couple of weeks
[Hank] I can be right over
[Sam] I would love that. Trust me. But I really do need to talk to Corey first
[Hank] You’re going to pay if you make me wait
[Sam] Mmm… I hope so
[Hank] That’s my girl
[Sam] I will be. I promise. Just let me work things out on my end and then I’ll be a very good girl
[Hank] I like it when you’re bad
[Sam] I’ll be whatever you want me to be
[Hank] that’s what I like to hear. In the meantime, give me a down payment
[Sam] what do you want?
[Hank] Send me pictures. Show me how much you want it
[Sam] Yes, sir. And then tomorrow maybe?
[Hank] I’m working tomorrow. You’ll have to wait
[Sam] You’re punishing me
[Hank] Be good and you’ll get what you deserve honey
[Sam] I promise I’ll be a very good bad girl
The conversation blows me away. My hand holding the phone is shaking. The pictures Hank asked for follow. Sam started mild, sending the classic topless selfie taken in a mirror with her phone blocking her face. A couple of similar topless photos followed, and Hank commented how hot she is and that he wanted more. He told her to stop being shy.
Sam’s next photo was taken on our bed. She was on her back, fully nude, holding the phone above her. Her body was turned, and her thighs positioned so that her sex was just hidden from view, but it was clear she’s smoothly shaved down there. She hasn’t kept that up since our day on the boat, which means Sam groomed herself specifically for Hank. I’m jealous, but my arousal is stronger. Another photo has her hand over her mound, not only covering it but implying she’s touching herself.
I’m so caught up in Sam’s sexy exchange with Hank that I don’t notice how closely she’s watching my reaction until I scroll to the bottom of their messages. Her hand creeps into my lap. She wants to feel my reaction too. I’m rock hard when she touches me. Her point is made. Sam is magnanimous in victory. She keeps rubbing me.
“Your feelings aren’t so complicated right now, are they?” Sam comments, the hint of a smirk on her lips.
“Well…”
“They feel very simple to me. You like seeing me flirt with Hank.”
“Yeah, Sam. I do. But…”
“Just let go and enjoy it, babe. There doesn’t need to be a but.”
Her hand grows more aggressive in my lap, convincing me she’s right. I want to explain that I can feel more than one thing at a time, but the only thing I’m feeling now is an intense desire to fuck my wife.
“We should take this upstairs,” I moan.
“Why not here, babe? I’m an exhibitionist now, aren’t I? You like it when I show off. I know you do.”
“But Sam, the girls…”
“I bet you’ll be quick.”
I don’t doubt that, but it still seems stupid to get busy on the couch when we have a bedroom where we can get comfortable and really enjoy ourselves. Aren’t we a little old for quick and dirty? Sam apparently doesn’t agree. She’s yanking my jeans open to free me. I know we shouldn’t do this, but I need to get off. I pull my jeans down.
Sam grabs my cock the moment it springs free like she’s been waiting for it all day. Her hand is warm and tight around my shaft. I groan when she touches me. I need this. She needs it too. Sam is humming with excitement. My brain tells me it’s Hank’s dick she really craves, but I’m happy to be the beneficiary of the neighbor getting Sam primed — especially when she leans down and starts sucking me.
I feel that flutter of excitement I used to get when I was a teenager and fooling around with a girlfriend up in my room, daring my parents to catch me. I could have a girl up there to hang out, but the door had to stay open. Except, it’s flipped now and it’s the kids who will catch the parents being bad. It doesn’t matter. The recklessness is still a thrill and I surge in Sam’s mouth. She’s sucking like she can pull the cum right out of my balls, and she nearly does. It feels so damned good I almost blow my load into her hungry mouth in a minute. But I want to fuck my wife. I love knowing Hank wanted her today and couldn’t have her, but I am. Sam is still mine.
Sam works her magic while I sit with my arms stretched out on the back of the couch. I feel like a king. The TV is still on, and hopefully it will cover the noise of whatever we get into. I just make out the wet sucking of Sam’s amazing mouth beneath the crime procedural playing. Looking down on her head bobbing in my lap gives me an epiphany.
I realize exactly why it’s so hot to watch my wife suck the neighbor’s dick. All I see now is her soft brunette hair with its burgundy streaks, but when she blows Hank, I see everything if I get the angle right. I see the way her pretty lips stretch around his girthy meat and how her cheeks turn red with the effort of sucking it. I see her eyes closed in concentration and the way she drools on that big dick when he really fucks her mouth. Nothing is hotter. Thinking about it draws my balls tight and I’m about to fill her mouth when I pull her off me.
“Honey, I want to fuck you,” I pant, clumsily pulling at her clothes.
Sam wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and smiles. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We’re past any discussion of moving to the bedroom. I need it too much and she’s happy to do it right here anyway. Sam rolls her leggings and panties down and climbs onto my lap. I’m good with her doing the work. I love it when she rides me.
Sam reaches between us, fits me to her, and sinks down. Her sheath grips me, and her wet heat is amazing. She grinds on my shaft to tease me before she starts riding. I grab her tight ass and pull her harder to me, grinding up to her. Have I mentioned how much I love her ass? Sam’s running has tightened it to a work of art. I swear she’s been running harder since she’s realized Hank is going to see her naked regularly.
“You’re so wet because of him, aren’t you?” I moan the accusation.
“Ahh…I want you babe…”
“But you’ve been soaked ever since he texted you.”
My fingers tighten on her hips. I begin moving her up and down on me. Sam takes the hint and starts bouncing. The friction sets my whole body aflame.
“Yess…”
The confession makes my cock surge. Sam is right. I’m not going to last long.
“You want him to come over and fuck me…”
“Yeah…it’s so hot Sam…”
“You like having a slutty little wife…”
“Yeah…ohh yeah…”
“I’m such a good slut babe…”
“Yeah…such a slut…
“Should I have him come over and fuck me tomorrow?”
“Yeah…you can’t wait to get his big dick…”
“Ohh fuck…I can’t babe…I’m sorry, but I need it…”
“You slut…”
“Yeah…fuck…I’m a slut…just like you want it…”
I push my hands under her shirt. I never did get it off in my rush to have sex with her. It’s a loose thing with a pattern, but that didn’t hide that fact Sam’s braless again. I love that she’s usually braless around the house and I’ve been distracted by it all night. I knead her tits with both hands and when I roll her tender points between my fingers she squeals. She rides me so hard, the couch squeaks in protest beneath us and scoots across the floor. I should turn the TV up to cover the noise, but I don’t have a free hand.
“Fuck me…fuck me Corey…”
“God…Sam…”
“Fuck me…please…fuck me…”
Sam is begging me, but my mind hears her begging Hank, and that sends me right over the edge. I grit my teeth to keep from shouting and my load surges up inside her. She keeps pounding on me and I hope I stay hard enough for her to finish. I need to be able to make her come.
“Ohh…fuck…Corey…babe…”
Sam squeals one last time and she climaxes just as I’m about to go soft enough to slip out of her. She’s so soaked it would be easy to. My lap is flooded when she comes and she buries her face in my shoulder, letting out cute little wails as it rips through her. I love the sounds she makes and the way she trembles when she comes. It’s no wonder I love seeing it when Hank makes her come, too.
I hold her tight and lose myself in having Sam snuggle against me, but the girls really could come downstairs, and we can’t be caught this way. The risk was exciting, but the reality would not be.
“I love you, hon, but you have to move.”
“I know. It just feels so nice right here.”
“If we move this to the bedroom, we can stay like this all night.”
“Deal.”
Sam pulls on her leggings, and I fix my jeans, and as I watch her, I realize that I told her I want her to invite Hank over for sex tomorrow. He told her he wouldn’t be available, but I bet he’ll find the time if Sam offers herself to him. What man wouldn’t? However, their getting together without me around was not part of the original plan, and I don’t think I like the change. I really do want to see the act, if it’s going to happen.
I can’t tell Sam that I only agreed to that because we were fucking, and I lost my head. I don’t want to look weak and out of control. I guess I’m going to find out how it feels to have my wife fuck the neighbor while I’m at work.
to be continued…


chapter 3


Hank makes me wait to see him. I feel like this is the punishment he promised when I didn’t let him come over to fuck me that day, but he has to understand that as a married woman. I have to take my husband into account and do the right thing. I think Hank believes the right thing is what he wants. He won’t be pushy about it, but if I don’t give him what he wants, he’ll make me pay.
The crazy thing is, I think I could have fucked Hank that day. Corey may have been angry and there may have been a fight, but deep down I know that when I told him about how Hank fucked me so good, he’d want all the details and let it slide. Corey loves it when Hank has me. He just doesn’t like admitting he loves it.
I haven’t been entirely honest with my husband about that day on the boat. I haven’t been dishonest, but I haven’t told him everything. Corey is strong, and I know he loves me, and he says he wants every little detail. I have told him the details. It’s not sharing the physical parts with Corey that scares me. He was there and saw most of it anyway. The things I can’t tell Corey are all the things Hank made me feel. I fear that if my husband knew the full truth it would crush him.
It isn’t just about the size of his dick. I mean, it is — part of it anyway. I’ve been with a couple of big guys before, but they didn’t have the mastery of their unit the way Hank does. He knows how to stretch me without making it uncomfortable. The little bit of hurt is good hurt. And god, I’ve never been so filled. When Hank fucks me, it feels like he’s going to turn me inside out — and I want him to.
But more than his dick, it’s his power and his confidence. He knows he can do whatever he wants with me and doesn’t hide it. That’s so incredibly sexy. The intensity of his focus on me makes me feel like the most alluring woman on the planet — even though I know he’s devoted to Tina. When he’s with me, it’s all about me. And in those tender little moments, when he whispers something sweet, I melt. Corey doesn’t know about those parts because they’re just for me. But I’m afraid if he knew any of it, he would be crushed. He may get off on Hank fucking me, but no one wants to know another man makes their wife feel those things.
So, I keep those things to myself and everyone gets what they want.
Four days pass before Hank makes himself available to me. The first two days, he just answers my texts with a terse, I’m busy, which frustrates me. My proud, rebellious side wants to ignore him and make him work for it, but I really want Hank to fuck me again so I’m not going to do that. I know my need for him could become a problem, but I’ll worry about that if it happens.
I spend that time thinking about how good Hank feels and take that frustration out on my husband. Corey may fight it, but he truly benefits from my fling with the neighbor. I haven’t been this horny in years.
During the day — while I’m supposed to be working from home — I daydream about Hank coming over and bending me over the kitchen table or carrying me upstairs to the bed I share with my husband. I feel so dirty daydreaming about Hank fucking me in my marital bed. At night, I drag Corey up to that bed and have my way with him. I’m getting good at timing it to keep him from coming in my mouth, so he gives me what I need before he finishes. It’s not easy, because he can be quick when Hank is the subject of our bedroom talk. On a couple of those nights, Corey even gave it to me twice.
I look out the front window every one of those days and disappointment washes over me when I see Hank’s truck isn’t there. Finally, on the fourth day, his truck is in the driveway. I resist the urge to text him and wait for his message. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t hear from him.
My office is downstairs in our split-level home. Previous owners had converted the basement area so there is a space that can be used as a fourth bedroom or an office, and a large utility/laundry room. I’m down there staring blankly at my laptop when I hear the loud knock on the front door. I could check the doorbell camera on my phone, but I rush up the stairs with my heart in my chest. I’m going to be deeply disappointed if Hank isn’t on the other side of that door.
I pause when I pass a mirror in the living room and check my hair and makeup. I don’t usually wear makeup to work from home and my hair is usually up in a ponytail or a messy bun, but my lips are red, and my cheeks are rosy. My eyes have a dramatic smokey effect I hope Hank will like. I debate taking off my glasses. Corey says I’m cute in them, but they’re a sign of aging to me and I rarely wear them. I’m also not in my usual careless baggy top and leggings. I’ve been dressing every day, hoping to hear from Hank. I wait until Corey leaves to get ready because I don’t want him to know how excited I am to see my lover.
Hank fills the doorway when I open the front door. He looks casual in a tight white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a baggy pair of running shorts. I feel like he’s intentionally dressed down to prove he doesn’t have to make an effort to have me. He’d be right. Not only does the t-shirt show off his impressively thick-muscled guns, but it clings to his hard chest. I should be coy, but I hungrily stare at him. I’m past pretending I don’t want it.
“Are you going to invite me in, or keep me standing here all day?”
“I’m enjoying the view.”
“You’re not worried one of the other neighbors will see me coming over in the middle of the day while your husband is at work?”
“We’re friends. It’s not that weird, right?”
I step aside and he breezes past me. He asked to be invited in, but he enters like he owns the place.
“Nothing weird about this, honey.”
Hank takes the short walk through our living room to the small dining room that’s just off the kitchen. The dining room table is where we eat most of our meals and it’s also where the mail and everything else gets dropped when we come in the door. He stands beside the table like he’s waiting for something, but I keep just out of reach. Erotic electricity already fills the air and it’s making my stomach all squirmy with anticipation and just a hint of fear.
The way Hank makes me feel scares me. I love it, but it’s scary. I feel like I’ll do anything when I’m in his presence and it’s frightening to have no limits. That feeling gave me such a rush when I was younger and with sexy, older men, but the more mature me feels it’s wrong and that I should have self-control.
“You look hot, Sammy.”
I’m wearing a tight green tank top and loose, flouncy peach skirt. Black bra straps peek out from the tank top. I’m in flip-flops and my toenails are freshly painted red.
“This is just what I wear to work from home,” I lie.
“If you look like this every day, you can expect me to come over every day, honey.”
“Is that so? I do have work to do, y’know.”
Hank reaches out and I come close enough for him to catch my waist with his big hand and pull me in. I sigh when our bodies touch. He brushes my hair back from my face when he looks down at me. His slate eyes make me tremble.
“You’ll make time.”
“Will I?” The words are a whisper.
Hank kisses me softly. My eyes flutter closed, and I whimper when it’s far too brief.
“I will.”
“I know you will, Sammy.”
We kiss again and that’s it for me. I’m practically climbing his six-foot-plus frame to get at him. My tongue presses for entry, but he chases it back and I suck on his tongue. He roughly grabs my ass and lifts me so I’m on tip-toes. I cling to his shoulders and want to hop up and wrap my legs around him. I already hear the blood rushing in my ears. I’ve been horny all day while I’ve waited for him, but my pussy began gushing the moment he touched me. Hank could slide that huge cock right inside me, and god, I wish he would.
Hank sits me on the edge of the dining room table and steps between my thighs. I pull on his shirt and he raises his arms so I can peel it off of him. He’s grinning because he likes my eagerness. He sweeps my hair back and holds my face in both hands and kisses me so deeply it’s like he’s possessing me with his mouth. My toes curl, and I lose one of my flip-flops.
I need to worship his body for a moment and Hank is patient enough to let me. I take my time kissing his chest, leaving smears of red where I kiss and suck. My tongue flicks his nipples and summons a rumbling purr from his chest. I gaze up at him while I tease both his nipples and see his hunger for me grow. My tongue traces the lines of every etched muscle on his chest. I can’t believe a man his age is so ripped. Everything about Hank pushes all of my buttons.
“Honey, you’re so sensual. I love it. Such a good girl.”
My soul sings when he tells me I’m a good girl. I barely suppress my response, Thank you, Daddy. God, I haven’t called a man that in decades.
I touch and kiss his chest, but I already have one hand in his shorts, gripping him, while I work my way lower. He’s free in his shorts and it hangs like a hose. I hold him loosely so I can slide my hand up and down his length. That size impresses me every time I touch him. He pulses and grows while I stroke him. Hank helpfully pushes his shorts down and steps out of them, so he’s fully exposed to me — nude except for sneakers. I bend lower to suck him, but he stops me and kisses me instead.
Hank pulls off my tank top and tosses it aside. He pauses a moment to enjoy the view of my sheer black bra before kissing me again. My nipples show dark and thick through it, begging for attention. He palms my breasts when he kisses me and my throbbing tips burrow into his hands.
“That’s sexy, Sammy. I love lingerie, but you don’t need to wear a bra around me.”
“What about panties?”
“You don’t need anything under there. I want free access to your body.”
“Yes, sir.” I almost reply, Yes, Daddy. I’d run upstairs and toss out all my underwear right now for this man.
His hand pushes under my skirt where he finds a soaked black thong. He rubs my mound through it, and I push at him.
“I should punish you for wearing those.”
“I promise, I won’t next time.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Sammy. If I want you in lingerie, I’ll tell you what to wear.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hank never told me he was my master, and I never swore my submission to him, but he’s just taken charge and I follow like it’s the most natural thing. It feels natural to do whatever Hank wants. I think my submissive side is coming out because Corey isn’t here to judge me.
“Ahh…mmm…ahh…yes babe…”
My nails dig into his short, steel-gray hair when he kisses my breasts through my bra. It’s torture that he’s not kissing my bare flesh. I want to flick the bra open for him, but it’s a front clasp and I don’t want him to stop spoiling me with his lips for even a second.
I work my hips on his hand, and again I wish the barrier of my underwear wasn’t between us. Hank is right. I need to stop wearing bras and panties. I hate bras anyway and usually skip them around the house, but I’ve never thought to skip panties too. My thong is so drenched now that I hear the squish when he pushes it between my lips. He stops kissing my breasts to stand back and watch me while he rubs my pussy. I stare right back at him, projecting my need and biting my lip. Hank peels my thong aside and pushes two fingers inside me. He doesn’t really need to push. My hot canal pulls him right in when I jack my hips at his hand.
“Ahh…yess…”
Hank grabs my thong under the skirt and I lift my butt from the table so he can roll it down my legs, knocking off my other flip-flop. It gets tossed away like my top. I spread my legs wider and whimper when his fingers re-enter me. God, it feels so good, but it’s not what I really need. Hank knows what I need, but he’s making me wait for it. If he wants me to beg, I will.
I lean back on my hands and gyrate onto his fingers. He adds a third and I stretch — just a little. He’s getting me ready for him, but I’m so ready. I don’t need to be prepped for his big cock anymore. He can just shove it into me.
“You’re fucking soaked, Sammy.”
“Yeah…”
“You need to come, don’t you?”
“Yeah…ahh…”
“Should I let you come, honey?”
“Ahh…yeah…please…”
Hank smiles. “I like it when you say please.”
“Please make me come…fuck me Hank…please…”
“Not quite yet, honey.”
I shriek when he shoves his fingers deep inside me. I nearly get there, but he withdraws them before I can. I sag and mewl with frustration. He tickles my entrance and slowly introduces his fingers again. I work my hips madly, trying to fuck his hand, and I see he’s amused by my desperation.
“Now that’s a good girl. Let me see you fuck my fingers, Sammy.”
Hank keeps his three fingers in place and that’s exactly what I do. I fuck those fingers like I’m on a mission because I am, but he still doesn’t let me finish. I should kick the bastard out for teasing me like this, but I really need to fuck him — now more than ever.
“Please let me come…god let me come…please…”
The most frustrating half hour of my life follows — at least that’s how long I think Hank edges me. Time starts to lose its meaning when you need to come so badly that your body feels like it’s on fire. I’m on my back on the table where my family eats dinner every night, twisting and turning while the neighbor plays with my pussy. I feel like a thousand fire ants are marching across my skin, teasing me with scorching pleasure that just falls short of the release I need. He openly taunts me while he does it, telling me how sexy I look and how much he loves seeing me like this. Hanks says my orgasm will feel so good when I properly earn it.
Hank stands over me, leaning forward while he pumps his fingers into me. He plays with my clit while he does it, but never for long enough to let me climax. His fingers are dripping with my excitement. He’s in full control, and he’s determined to prove it.
Fingers dip from my pussy and tingle across my taint. It makes me shiver, but that’s nothing compared to what I feel when those fingers massage my rosebud. I tense and hold my breath, which is difficult because Hank has me panting. My lungs feel like they’re going to burst.
“Relax, honey. You like this, don’t you remember?”
“But… but…”
I don’t know why I let him do it the first time. I want to tell him, I don’t do this, but the words don’t come. Hank fingers my pussy harder, and the surge of pleasure relaxes me. I can’t hold my breath when he has me moaning out of control. Just when I feel the spike of my climax, he pushes his fingertip past my tight ring, burying his digit in my ass. I shriek, but I don’t come. Hank is in full control and throttles back at the last second, but his finger remains shoved up my throbbing backdoor.
It’s so strange to have Hank playing with my pussy and my ass. I feel squirmy and weird but can’t deny the pleasure pulsing from my core. My brain becomes confused as the sharp pain in my ass intertwines with the pleasure in my pussy. I welcome it when he begins to finger my ass in rhythm with my pussy.
“Okay, Sammy, let me see it. Let me see how hard you can come. You’ve been such a good girl, honey. Come for me. Come for Hank.”
“Oh god! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!”
Hank leans in and slurps at my pussy. He’s never gone down on me before. God, it’s worth the wait. His tongue dances over my clit and his lips suckle like I’m a juicy peach. His fingers fuck me hard and fast, filling both my holes, and I howl when I finally reach a climax. I swear I drench his hand when I come and even though I’m squeezing those fingers tightly inside me, I don’t know how my tight sphincter doesn’t squeeze his finger right off.
I’m so slippery he just keeps thrusting — and I keep coming. Hank slurps my nectar like it’s fine wine. My entire body sizzles and throbs like it’s just one large erogenous zone. Even my fingers throb when I drum them on the table. Waiting for it for so long makes my climax so intense that it almost hurts. I think Hank would keep me coming until it kills me, but I have trouble breathing, and my begging shifts.
“Please…stop…I need…I need a break…oh fuck…please…please Daddy…”
Hank leans back and grins ear to ear when I call him Daddy. I think I made his whole week. I can’t believe I let that slip out, but he has me out of my mind. Even through the warm glow of my orgasm I feel guilty. I should be calling my husband Daddy if I’m going to say it to anyone, but Corey just doesn’t elicit that from me.
“Daddy is pleased. You’ve been such a good girl, Sammy.” He licks his glazed lips, savoring my taste.
“Thank you,” I pant, chest heaving. “Thank you, Daddy.”
His fingers are still inside me, but they’ve stopped moving. I ripple around them as my body twitches with aftershocks of that mind-blowing orgasm. My ass feels so full, but I don’t mind his digit back there anymore. I think I like the fullness. Hank’s turned me into a messy puddle and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
“I think you’ve earned what you’re really craving, honey.”
“Yeah?”
“What are you craving, Sammy?”
“Your dick, Daddy.” Now that it’s out, I can’t stop saying it, and excitement flutters through my chest every time I do. “I need your dick.”
“My cock, Sammy.”
“I need your cock, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. Please, Daddy.”
I might have just come harder than I ever have in my life, but here I am on my back on my dining room table calling the neighbor Daddy and begging him to fuck me. I’m a shameless slut. It feels so right. What will Corey think when I tell him about this? Can I tell him about this? I’d shun me for this if I was him.
“I’ll give you what you need, but first, where’s your phone? We need to make sure Corey feels included.”
to be continued…


chapter 4

Icy fingers grip my stomach when my phone rings and I see it’s Sam. She never calls me during the day unless it’s urgent. She always just texts. The smiling photo I have saved with her contact doesn’t make me feel any better. I debate declining the call. If I don’t answer, I don’t have to know what’s going on. I want to know, but I don’t. My mind melts thinking Hank is at my house right now, fucking my wife. Or is she calling to tell me how good he just railed her? Either way, I hesitate to answer. Do I really want confirmation right now, while I’m at work? I can’t lose my shit at work.
I don’t know how I thought this would go down. I guess I didn’t really think about it at all because I didn’t want to face the inevitable. Hank was coming to my house to fuck my wife sometime. I’m still not comfortable with that fact, as hard as it makes me. The only question was what shape that fucking would take.
I expected that I would come home one evening and Sam would be glowing from the multitude of orgasms he’d given her. Maybe — hopefully — she’d have pictures to show me. Or better yet, video. I should have demanded those things if I was going to let it happen, but I’ve been out of the driver’s seat from the beginning. I think I want Sam to be thoughtful enough to do those things without me having to ask.
My phone still rings.
I guess I thought maybe Sam would be so excited when he was done with her that she’d call me right away to gush. Would she call me while they were doing it? That would be crazy, right? I’m going to feel like an asshole if she’s calling to tell me to pick up milk on my way home. But she would text that.
The call is just about to go to voicemail when I swipe to answer it. The hi dies in my mouth because all I hear on the other end of the line is Sam moaning rhythmically. My office tilts so violently I’m surprised that everything doesn’t slide off my desk. It’s like I’m on a ship in rough seas and I feel a seasick burst of nausea. More than that, I get so hard so fast that my balls ache and I actually groan.
“Sam?”
The word is timid like I’m afraid to interrupt whatever they’re doing. My hand holding the phone is shaking and I need to put it down. I place it on my desk and hit the speaker icon, but Sam’s moans are loud, and I tap that right off again. Instead, I dig into my work bag and find my wireless earbuds. After the tone confirms they’re connected, the sound of my wife being thoroughly fucked is pumped right into my skull.
I’m the IT director for a small law firm and my office is a glorified closet tucked into a back corner that I share with the network equipment. I usually keep the door open because it can get stifling in here, but it’s not unusual for me to close the door if I need to think through a problem. I’m hunched to hide my erection when I get up to close the door.
“Ahh…ahh…ahh…yeah…yeah…”
Sam’s moans are rhythmic chants and let me know that Hank is steadily screwing her, not pounding her as hard as he could be. They could be at the beginning, but it’s late morning and he could have come over the second I left for work. He could have been using my wife for hours at this point.
“Fuck…fuck…ahh fuck me, Daddy…”
What the hell? Fuck me Daddy? When did my wife start calling the neighbor daddy? Hearing that — and hearing Sam moan it so plaintively — is an icepick to my brain. It’s just so wicked and wrong. I have no desire to hear her call me daddy, but I don’t want to hear her say it to another man either. I’m starting to think there’s no end to the depths of Sam’s depravity.
“You need to come again already, honey? You just came so hard I thought you were going to pass out.”
Hank sounds amused by her desperation. His voice is also weirdly steady considering it sounds like he’s fucking Sam at a nice clip.
“I need it, Daddy. I need you,” Sam coos.
“Every time you eat at this table, you’re going to remember how many times I made you come here.”
“Oh god…oh fuck…”
They’re doing it on our dining room table? Jesus. Right where we eat? My brain tries to paint the picture. I imagine Hank’s got Sam bent over the table first. Sam’s cute ass is in the air and he’s pounding it from behind. Maybe he’s even pulling her hair as he rides her. I think he’s using her roughly. She is calling him daddy, after all. But Sam doesn’t sound like she’s facedown. She would be breathing harder, wouldn’t she? Now I see Sam on her back and Hank’s holding her legs high in the air while he hammers between them. She’s hanging on to the edges of the table, so she doesn’t go sliding off. She stares up at him helplessly while she begs to be fucked. However they’re doing it, Hank’s right that I’ll always remember how he used my wife on that table.
It’s shameful, but I can’t help myself and pull out my dick and start wanking it right there in my office. Good thing my door locks. I close my eyes and immerse myself in the experience, putting myself in the dining room with them like I’m sitting in one of the chairs at the table while Hank services my wife on top of it.
“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you Sammy?”
“Yeah…yeah…oh fuck…Fuck!”
“Come for me, Sammy! Come for Daddy. You’re so sexy when you come for me.”
“Oh god…oh god…oh fuck…ohh fuck Daddy…”
“Hear how hard she’s coming, buddy? Don’t worry, I’m taking really good care of Sammy while you’re working. You’re gonna have fun sliding into this pussy tonight.”
I can’t tell whether Hank is taunting or thanking me in some weird way for sharing Sam. Either way, I don’t answer him. I don’t know what to say to a man who’s screwing my wife. I just keep stroking my dick while I listen to them. Sam is gushing around him as she comes. I hear it.
Hank rides her right through that orgasm and several more, from what I can tell. Sam’s cries grow shill, almost deranged, each successive time she comes. The more she comes, the harder Hank fucks her. He lasts much longer than I do, and he’s the one who’s experiencing my wife’s amazing pussy. At least I have the presence of mind to grab a napkin out of my desk drawer to avoid making a mess.
“Where do you want it, honey? Those titties are a nice target,” he grunts, finally ready. Hank sounds winded, but I can tell he’s really giving it to her now.
“Ahh…wherever…wherever you want Daddy…”
“Tell me where you want it, Sammy, or I won’t give it to you.”
“No…nonono…please come inside me Daddy…”
“That’s my good girl, Sammy. You’ve earned this, honey.”
Sam howls and I know she’s coming again, but the rhythmic slapping of flesh stops. I imagine Hank has that monster jammed deep in my wife to pump her full of his seed. My brain short circuits like before and my entire body heaves with excitement and revulsion thinking of this stud breeding my wife. It’s impossible, but for a moment I forget that. My cock almost surges back to life when Hank fills Sam. I would love to know why Hank coming inside my wife is such a turn-on when it feels so wrong.
“You feel it, Sammy? All up inside you?”
“Yeah…yes Daddy…it feels so good. Thank you,” Sam pants.
“Now be a good girl and clean me up.”
Wet, sucking sounds follow, and I know my wife is worshipping his tool. My cock does pulse back to hardness again when I imagine my wife drooling all over his cock. Watching Sam blow him is one of my top five favorite things about this.
“Mmm, careful, Sammy. You’re going to get me all hard again,” he teases.
“What if that’s my plan?”
I hear the amusement in Sam’s voice. She’s playful like a horny younger woman. Is this what she was like when she fucked her older boss all those years ago?
Hank chuckles. “If you can take it, Sammy, I can dish it out.”
“Promises, promises.” Sam laughs.
I think they start kissing — that’s what it sounds like — and that’s also the moment the phone call is terminated. I stare down at my phone in disbelief. I want to hear it all! I want to call back, but I don’t. I think I’d be too upset if Sam let it go to voicemail. Instead, I clean up and pull up my pants. I’ll have to wait until I get home to hear the whole story.
Sam is in an incredible mood when I get home. She’s literally humming as she moves around the kitchen making dinner. I take a moment to watch her and seeing her like this almost makes me think I should thank Hank for servicing my wife. Almost. Sam calling him daddy echoes in my head, and as much as I like these fringe benefits, I can’t help worrying about the increasing control he’s exercising over my wife. I try to focus on the positive.
I like coming home to this version of Sam rather than the one who’s complaining about some random work thing. She looks sexy as hell too — tight tank top with no bra and a short, loose skirt. I love it when she shows off her body and wish she’d do it more often than just when she knows she’s going to see Hank. Sam sees me and smiles.
“How long were you standing there watching me?” She throws her arms around me and I’m greeted with a deep kiss.
“A man is allowed to admire his sexy wife.”
“He is. And a wife likes to be admired.”
“You’ve had a lot of admiration today, from what I heard.”
Sam flashes a proudly guilty smile.
“Did you like my check-in this morning?”
“It was nice to get an update,” I reply, hoping to sound casual about it.
“Just nice?”
Sam won’t let me play it cool. She grabs me through my work khakis to find I’m already hard. I began stiffening up the moment I walked in the door and saw the dining room table and came to full life when I started watching her in the kitchen. I groan when she massages my meat and push my tongue into her mouth. She whimpers into our kiss when I roll one of her delightfully stiff nipples.
“It was eye-opening,” I diplomatically add.
“In a good way?”
Sam eyes me suspiciously. I allow a smile.
“In a good way, but I have so many questions. Daddy?”
Sam has the grace to look sheepish. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. Is that terrible? Are you angry?”
“Honestly, I don’t know how I feel about that. It’s one of a thousand things to process. It just sounded so wrong.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. It just slipped out.”
“When he slipped it in?”
Sam laughs. “That’s terrible, babe.”
“Does it make you hot to call him that?”
“It does. I don’t know why, but you know I’ve always had a thing for older guys.”
“That kind of explains Hank. It’s why I’m not shocked that you’re into him. But you’ve called other guys daddy before?”
“Maybe,” she replies, smiling enigmatically. “It just felt right in the moment.”
“You’re going to have to tell me all about that. I’m going to need a debrief when the girls are in bed.”
“It doesn’t feel like you want to wait. I think you liked hearing me call him daddy.”
I remove her hand from my cock. If she keeps doing that, I’m going to have to change my pants before dinner.
“I don’t want to wait, but the girls might notice if I bend you over the table like Hank did earlier.”
“He made me scream so loud I’d be surprised if the whole neighborhood didn’t notice, babe.”
“Stop teasing me, or I won’t care that the girls are upstairs.”
“Only one. Ashleigh is at practice.”
“In that case…”
I spin Sam around and bend her over the nearest counter. I’m not really going to fuck her in the kitchen with Amelia right upstairs, but Sam’s gasp of surprise says she thinks I might, which is exactly what I’m going for. I push up under her skirt from behind, shocked to find I’m touching her bare pussy. She’s already wet and I smear the juices on her lips before I push two fingers between them. Sam tenses when I penetrate her.
“Not too rough, babe. I’m sore.”
I lean in close behind her and whisper in her ear.
“Did he fuck you too hard?”
“Mmm…just hard enough…”
“You seem to have lost your panties.”
“Hank told me not to wear them anymore.”
I swear I feel her tighten around my fingers when she confesses it. My dick throbs too. Hank giving Sam orders wounds my male pride — she’s my wife — but damn it’s hot. I slowly finger Sam and she’s so soaked I swear she’s going to drip onto the floor.
“And you want to be a good girl.”
“Ahh…I do…”
“But you were so bad with Hank. You called him daddy.”
“Mmm…I was…you should punish me…”
Sam works her hips and slowly fucks my fingers. I keep my hand still and let her work her magic. The kitchen is suddenly stifling. Why isn’t the pot on the stove boiling over? I realize that Hank’s good girl is my very bad girl. How long can Sam be both? This is all mind-bendingly sexy, but how sustainable is it? Those worries are fleeting because she is so wet and ready that the urge to sink my cock into my wife becomes all-consuming.
A thump from upstairs makes me jump back from Sam. We cannot get caught like this. She stays bent over the counter like she’s waiting for me to fill her again and whimpers. I spin her into my arms and we frantically kiss.
“Are you really going to leave me like this?” she pouts.
“You can wait until later.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Hank is always right across the street.”
I can’t believe I said it, and Sam’s smirk tells me I probably shouldn’t have.
to be continued…



chapter 5


Having a lover right across the street is a dangerous thing. Hank is so close, and I think about him all the time. He’s not a threat to my marriage. I don’t have those kinds of dreamy, romantic thoughts about him. My thoughts of Hank are filthy and dark and submissive. I want him touching me and kissing me and inside of me all the time and knowing he’s right there across the street makes it feel like that’s a real possibility, like I could spend every day worshipping his cock. I know it’s not — not really. I have a husband and he has a wife, and I can’t fuck him every day, even if they’ve both signed off on our affair.
I wonder what Corey’s limits are. He still struggles with our arrangement, but the benefits outweigh his turmoil — for now. Our lovemaking was sultry and intense that first night after Hank came over. Corey had to be gentle with me because I was sore after Hank fucked me twice on the dining room table. Hank went forever the second time until I finished him with my tongue and lips and my creamy reward filled my mouth.
Corey wanted to match what our neighbor did to me, but he understood when I asked him to take it easy. He felt so good inside me, but I was relieved when he finished quickly. I climaxed with Corey, but it was warm and familiar and pulsing, not the same as the soul-shattering orgasms Hank gave me.
Corey wanted every tiny detail and was frustrated when I couldn’t give him a second-by-second breakdown. I was too in the moment with Hank to memorize every little thing. My sharpest memory was how Hank teased me until I begged him to let me come — and then he teased me some more. Everything after that was a blur. I recall Hank taking me on my back first, then bent over the table, and finally on my knees in front of him while he fed me his meat, but Corey wanted to know everything that was said, exactly how Hank touched me and how he fucked me. He wanted to witness the act, but neither of us has a time machine.
I was afraid Corey would tell me he didn’t want me to be with Hank again on my own. I would have respected his wishes, but I would have been disappointed. I love performing for my husband, but the intimacy Hank and I share when we’re alone takes it all to the next level. He would have never become my daddy if my husband had been there. I told Corey I’d see if I could arrange a get-together with the DeSimones for that weekend, but Hank would have me several more times again before Corey could be there to watch. I probably should have told Hank we had to wait for Corey, but I just couldn’t deny my Daddy.
Hank’s next tease comes in the form of texts. I’m up in our room making the bed when my phone dings with the message: I see you. I turn and look out the window and across the street, and there he is, standing in his bedroom window.
Our houses are not particularly large. They’re split-level homes that date from the early 1960s. Many of them — ours included — have additions or converted garages, including our house. The bedrooms are small and there’s only a narrow space between the wall and my side of the bed. That wall has three windows in a row. I’m aware that if you stand near those windows, you can easily be seen from the street and I’m careful about closing the curtains before changing.
I smile and text back: I see you too.
Hank Let me see your tits
Sam What?
Hank Take off your top
Sam You’re not the only one who will be able to see me
Hank That’s okay. Your body is sexy. It should be seen
Sam I can send you a picture
Hank No. I want to see you live. Right now. Don’t disappoint me honey
Hank knows how to push my buttons. He knows I want to be his good girl. I look at the other houses and don’t see anyone standing by their windows. No one is walking past either. I could get away with it, but it’s a bad idea. It’s getting dark and with the bedroom lights on I will be perfectly displayed, which is just what Hank wants. It’s with a shaky hand that I close the bedroom door.
I find him still waiting when I return to the window. Our street isn’t very wide, and I see he’s smiling. He knows I’m going to do it. I smile too, hoping to project confidence as I set my phone down on the windowsill. Here goes nothing. I pull my snug t-shirt over my head and drop it onto the bed.
I’m only five-four and the windows hit me just below my boobs. I could rest them on the windowsill. You’d think I’d have the immediate urge to cover myself, but I’m so used to being naked for Hank that I throw my shoulders back and proudly show off my breasts to him. I feel silly just standing there topless at the window and I cup my perky rounds with both hands. A light brushing with my fingertips brings my tingling tips to tight points. Hank silently applauds across the street.
Hank very nice. You look great touching yourself
The encouragement gets me really massaging my chest and pinching my nipples, which shoots jolts of pleasure to my core. I bite my lip to try and stay quiet. This is escalating quickly, but the urge to make Hank happy is powerful.
Hank keep touching yourself. Go lower
I hesitate because it feels so crazy, but is it so much worse than the other things I’ve done for him? I let Hank fuck me right on the deck of that boat where anyone sailing by could have seen us. But those would have been strangers. Any neighbor could look out their window and see me right now. Hank is testing me and the desire to please my daddy outweighs my fears.
My eyes lock onto him and I feel our connection, even from across the street, while my hand pushes inside my leggings. No surprise I’m already wet when my fingers graze over my slit. Just teasing up and down makes me tremble and moan. I feel so dirty performing for Daddy out in the open like this. I hope it pleases him and he’s as turned on as I am. I imagine he’s rock hard and want to rush across the street to him. Hank lifts his phone.
I swipe to answer when my phone rings, leaving it on the windowsill and slipping in my earbuds. Just hearing him breathe gives me chills. I push my fingers deeper, just splitting my lips.
“How wet are you, Sammy?” His voice is a low, seductive rumble and thick as honey. I feel it coating me in warmth when he speaks.
“I’m sooo wet, Daddy.”
“Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes, if you’ll let me.”
Hank chuckles. “That’s a good girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy. How hard are you?”
“I got hard the second I saw those sexy tits of yours, honey. I love your body.”
“I wish you could come over and take care of my body.”
“Or you could come here, and I could give you what you really need.”
“Ahh…I wish…”
I think I’m making a puddle in my leggings. I’m so slick that my fingers are sliding all over the place, making it harder to focus them where I really need it. But when I do concentrate there, my legs get shaky. I wish I could lay down on the bed, but then Hank couldn’t see me, and his watching is what has me so drenched.
“Are you worried someone will see?” he asks.
“Yeah…this is so crazy.”
“But the risk is exciting.”
“It is…god…I’m going to come…”
“Not yet, Sammy.”
“I need to, and I can’t stay in this window forever. If someone sees…”
“They’ll see what a dirty girl you are.”
“They can’t see…” I whine.
“They could right now, honey.”
“Ohh…fuck…”
I hear Tina’s voice and freeze for a moment. I should move away from the window.
“What are you doing up here, sweetheart?” she asks.
“I’m watching a show, sugar.”
“The TV isn’t on.”
Tina walks into view and immediately spots me. Her smile is so broad it’s impossible to miss.
“Oh, I see. That’s some show, sweetheart. You should have called me up here. Looks like you could use a hand.”
“You’re right. Sorry, sugar.”
Tina steps close to Hank. I can’t see her hands, but I know she’s stroking her husband. I’m jealous. I want my hands on that huge cock of his. Okay, I want more than my hands on it. I think I’d come in a second if he put it inside me right now.
“Uhn, sugar, that feels really fucking good,” Hank groans.
Tina laughs. “If you think that’s good, wait until you feel this, sweetheart.”
I swear she winks at me just before she disappears from view. Tina drops to her knees and Hank’s moan tells me she’s swallowed his cock. His breathing gets heavy quickly and it sounds like a dirty phone call.
“Ahh…fuck…sugar…feels…so…damned…good…”
I burn with jealousy, but seeing Hank pleasured kicks up my excitement. It’s like we’re having some kind of bizarre threesome. I would be on my knees, right beside Tina servicing my Daddy if I was across the street with them. God, I want to run over there! Would the girls notice if I ran out? Corey surely would. I don’t think he would be too happy if I left him behind to fuck the neighbors. He could always come and watch.
Corey touches me from behind and I jump. I’m so distracted by the neighbors that I didn’t even hear him come into the bedroom. A shiver of worry shoots through me because I’m afraid he’s going to be angry that I didn’t call him upstairs for this. The worry isn’t enough to stop me. I’m so close I don’t know if I could stop touching myself if I wanted to. But Corey doesn’t seem angry. At least, I don’t think he is because he bends me forward and pulls down my leggings.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he says.
“I’m sorry…I can’t…”
“Give her what she needs,” Hank grunts through the phone.
“Yeah…please…” I beg.
Corey sinks his cock into me, and my sheath tightens around it. Yes! It is exactly what I need. I’m staring at Hank across the street, but it’s my husband’s cock that’s stoking my pleasure. I grip the windowsill and push back at him. He grabs my hips and takes me with quick, hard thrusts.
“Ahh…ahh…fuck…fuck…yyyeeessss ….”
I climax on Corey’s shaft and it’s so satisfying. He hammers me even harder when he feels me tense in orgasm and I hear myself squish around him.
“Good girl! Come on that cock! Love seeing you come, Sammy!” Hank moans.
“Ahh yeah…ahh fuck…”
“All the neighbors can see what a slut you are, Sam,” Corey growls from behind me.
“Yeah…yeah I am…”
“You’re shameless.”
“I’m so bad…punish me…punish me with your cock…”
“Aww fuck!” It’s Hank, and I know he’s filling Tina’s mouth with that thick reward that should be mine. I earned it. I’d kiss her and take it if we weren’t separated by the street.
“God…damn…it…Sam…” Corey grunts with each deep thrust.
“Ahh fuck…yeah babe…fuck…”
I’m coming again. It feels so good to come with Corey because sometimes he’s just too quick these days. We start talking about what a good slut I am and how Hank uses me, and he comes so fast. He doesn’t last much longer tonight, but it’s enough because I got a head start. Corey jams it into me and holds it there while he pulses his load into my pussy.
“Ahh…babe…yeah…feels so good…”
Tina pops back into view, wiping the corners of her mouth. She waves and I know it’s for Corey.
“Sounds like you gave it to Sam pretty good, dear. You’re making me jealous over here,” she says.
“You’re welcome to come over anytime,” Corey pants, his spent shaft slipping out of me when he steps back.
“You never know when I might take you up on that, dear,” she replies.
“That was terrific, Sammy. But you’ll have to excuse us now. I need to give my sweet wife a proper thank you,” Hank says.
“Mmm, you know just what a girl needs,” Tina says, right before they lock lips.
Hank pulls their curtain closed and we hear a satisfied moan before the phone goes dead.
My reactions to Hank playing with Sam give me a lot of angst because when I finish coming, I’m not sure that I still like myself. When I found her in the bedroom putting on a show for Hank my first reaction was anger. More than anything, I felt excluded again. There was my wife, displaying herself for the neighbor — all the neighbors — without a word to me. I know Sam doesn’t need my permission, but she could let me know what she’s doing. I’m still her husband.
Anger was my initial response, but then my cock got hard, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to have her. Part of that was to prove to Hank that Sam still belongs to me. I’ve watched him fuck my wife plenty of times, but he’s never seen me do it. I wanted to show that I could make her come too. Hank’s increasing control over Sam disturbs me. Fucking Sam in front of Hank was glorious. It was better than the kinky sessions we’ve had in bed while reliving her exploits with him.
Sam asked me afterward if I was okay, and I told her I was despite my inner turmoil. I don’t know how to tell her everything I’m feeling without sounding weak. She wants me to either accept what we’re doing and be into it or say we should stop. I do believe Sam would quit if I asked her to, but I know she would resent me for it.
My bigger problem is that despite my angst, I don’t think I want to get off this train. The surge I get when I imagine Sam being an insatiable, out-of-control slut is indescribable. It’s got to be what an addict feels when they get a hit. I might feel better if I felt more control over the situation, but if anything, it feels like Hank now has more control over my wife than I do.
Hank likes showing Sam off, and that night wasn’t the last time he put her on display to amuse himself. Three days later, Sam was in our living room running on the treadmill when the landscapers came to do the lawns. It’s late in the season and it was one of the last times they would be out. The treadmill is placed right in front of our big bay window because Sam likes to look outside when she runs, but also because there isn’t another place to put it. Hank was home that day too and wanted to have some fun. She told me about her day that night when we got in bed. She slowly stroked my cock and told her story.
Sam had already noticed the landscapers checking her out when they passed by the window, even though she was dressed in a baggy t-shirt over her sports bra and leggings. She didn’t mind the attention if they were polite and didn’t leer at her. Hank was home that day too and caught what was happening in our yard and reached out to Sam.
Hank came up on her phone and Sam swiped to answer. I’m sure she was hoping he wanted her, but she didn’t admit that part to me.
“Are you admiring the view again?” she asked, looking across the street to see Hank in his window.
“I’m not the only one this time.”
“You’d better have been the only one last time.”
“We’ll probably never know.”
“God, the Fergusons would die if they’d seen that.” The Fergusons were the neighbors to the right of the DeSimones.
“Take off that t-shirt. We want to see you,” Hank directed.
“What? We who?”
“Me and the other guys, Sammy. You shouldn’t cover that body up.”
“I’m not flashing the landscapers. They’re right outside the window. There’s no question they’ll see.”
“That’s the point, honey.”
“They’re going to think I’m teasing them.”
“Why is that bad?”
“Because.”
I can just imagine Sam getting whiny here because I know how she sounds when she’s being coy. She sounds like a petulant teenager. I also know that despite her protests she wanted to do it. Hank wanted her to do it, so she wanted it too, but I’ve also learned that my wife likes to show off her body.
“Do it, Sammy. I know you want to be a good girl.”
“This is stupid, but fine. Just don’t think anything else is going to happen here.”
Sam didn’t tell me what she meant by anything else, but my filthy mind filled with ideas. If Hank had commanded her to let the landscapers in and ravage her, would she have refused? I still don’t think there’s much she would deny him. I’m ashamed to admit the thought of those three guys having their way with my wife thrills me.
“I promise you’ll be rewarded if you’re a good girl, Sammy,” Hank assured her.
“Okay, Daddy.”
Sam told me she stuck her tongue out at him, even though she didn’t know if he could see it from across the street. She told me she purposely picked a moment when the landscapers were not right in front of her to whip off her t-shirt. Her sports bra was tight, but she was running at a good clip, and it didn’t stop her tits from bouncing. She smiled when the landscapers stayed out of view and her show was only for Hank. The contrarian in her was pleased that Hank didn’t get exactly what he wanted.
The landscapers were still working, and it wasn’t long before Sam had an audience. The first one to pass was a grubby guy in his twenties who was working a leaf blower around the walkways. He spied Sam bouncing on the treadmill and literally stopped in his tracks and stared. She stared right back at him, and he had the grace to move again and kept looking at her through his sunglasses. The young man couldn’t keep his eyes off Sam as he worked his way around the front of the house.
“That guy loves what’s on display,” Hank commented.
“I’m on display.”
“Precisely. Why work so hard on your body if not to show it off?”
“To feel good?” Sam huffed. She ran harder on the treadmill to combat the growing unease and arousal caused by being shown off to the landscapers.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like the attention, Sammy. You were dressing up to show off for me for months.”
Sam didn’t deny it, but ran even harder, cranking up the treadmill another notch. She was right at her limit and her legs burned and her heart pounded, but she kept going as the other two guys on the landscaping crew found excuses to come by and linger in front of the window. Sam felt awkward, but there was something strangely alluring about the men outside so openly watching her.
One might argue that a real man would be angered that those men were blatantly watching his wife while she worked out — big bay window or not. A good husband — if he was home — would have run outside and given those men a talking to, and maybe even fired the whole crew. But I’m not that man anymore. Maybe I never was. When Sam related this story to me, all I could think about was how hot it would have been to see those guys drooling over my wife and getting hard as their minds filled with filthy thoughts about her. And then when she started blowing me, I imagined those guys lined up in a row and Sam on her knees in front of them. She got my load very quickly that night.
I didn’t have to worry about Sam complaining that I finished in her mouth and didn’t fuck her. Hank took care of her the moment the landscapers left that afternoon. She rushed across the street, and he took her the moment she stepped through his door. Hank wrenched the sports bra above her tits to play with them and wrestled down her leggings. Sam wrapped her legs around him when he boosted her in the air and he screwed her standing up, right against the wall. She came twice before he set her down and finished with her bent in half at the waist.
When I came down from my orgasmic high, I was disappointed that once again Sam was with Hank, and I wasn’t there to see it. I still got off on the story, but it wasn’t nearly as good seeing her do the deed. I needed the high of seeing the act. Sam promised it would happen soon, but I worried I was being increasingly marginalized in this deal.
to be continued…


chapter 6

Heading over to the DeSimones’ to watch football feels surreal. We used to be at their house all the time. Saturday night cookouts were a regular part of our social life. I think we were over at the neighbors’ house virtually every weekend during the summer — until that fateful night. We haven’t been back to their house since then. We haven’t all been together since that wild day on the boat, but there’s been plenty of contact with the neighbors — at least for Sam.
Another week passed and Hank fucked my wife three times while I was at work. He either called her across the street to his house or dropped in on Sam at our place. I got phone calls on two of those occasions and hearing Hank thoroughly satisfy my wife had me jerking off in my office again, much to my shame. I’ve determined it might be my lack of self-control around this weird new hobby of ours that bothers me the most.
I didn’t receive a phone call on the third day — when Sam says Hank showed up out of the blue and demanded her body — but I was sent a short video clip of the neighbor blowing his load all over my wife’s face while her mouth hung open like she was starving for it. I must have watched that video more than a dozen times when I first received it, and dozens more since. I’ve watched Hank do all kinds of things to my wife, but I’ve never had such a perfect view as that. Having a video of Hank painting Sam’s face in such vivid color was like a slap to the face.
Sam did her best to make me feel included, even when I wasn’t there, but I just couldn’t help but feel like I was becoming increasingly irrelevant in our new relationship with our neighbors. I don’t want to sound like I expect it to be all about me, but Sam says it’s hotter when I’m there watching. However, she keeps fucking Hank when I’m not around. I can’t help but wonder if all that was lip service to get me to sign off on Sam getting what she wanted.
Tina hasn’t reached out to me at all since she and Hank got what they wanted. I knew at the time that I was being manipulated when she played with my cock and let me get her off, but it still feels like I was dropped cold. Deep down, I hoped that I’d at least be rewarded with a blowjob for letting Hank use my wife. It’s going to be weird to be around her again.
Sam modeled outfits for me before we left. I know it was another way to include me — and her fashion show was hot — but I still felt like a cuckold helping my wife choose the outfit that would make her most appealing to another man.
Three choices were offered, and all were short and sexy. The first was a super lowcut floral print number that seemed to float around Sam when she moved. Hank could just pull her onto his lap and slip inside her with that dress. The second dress was skintight and black. It was backless and showed a ton of sideboob. Only two thin straps kept it on Sam’s body. It would have been perfect if she was headed to a club to pick up a guy. I didn’t know she even owned such a thing. The third option was a red wrap with tiny white polka dots. That dress was also lowcut, with a ruffled, asymmetrical hem and neckline, and Hank would only have to pull a string to free the knot holding it closed to expose Sam.
I was tempted by the first because of visions of Sam bouncing on Hank’s lap while still fully dressed, which just felt extra slutty. The clubwear dress just felt wrong for a visit to the neighbors’ to watch a football game — even if the purpose of the visit was fucking. Honestly, they were all a bit much for a Sunday afternoon hangout. But I landed on the third dress because it left Sam as open as the first but could also drop right off her. How far I’ve fallen that I wanted my wife in the dress that would make her most accessible to her lover. Sam paired it with spiked heels and enhanced cleavage. It was the first time I’d seen her wear a bra in weeks. Dramatic makeup — red lips and dark eyes — made her look like the ultimate seductress. Sam pulled out all the stops for Hank. I hoped he’d appreciate how sexy my wife is.
We’ve done the short walk across the street to the neighbors so many times, but it fills me with unease now. Not for the reason one might think. I look forward to seeing Sam with Hank after being relegated to just listening to them so many times. My concern is how I’ll be perceived. I don’t want to be the poor sap who’s just hanging around while his wife is tossed around like a fuck toy. I don’t want to be seen as weak. I want to be actively involved just like Hank and Tina. I need to find a way to assert myself. Maybe Hank and I will double-team Sam!
It’s a windy fall afternoon when we cross the street and Sam keeps swatting at her dress to keep it from flying up, but her hands are full, and she almost drops the brownies she made. I enjoy watching the struggle — mostly because she nearly flashes her ass more than once on the short walk. There is a neighbor out up the street, and he is watching. I hope the view of the wind trying to rip my wife’s skimpy dress off her body gives him wood. It’s not that I want Sam flashing the neighborhood, but it serves her right for being so eager to dress so slutty for Hank.
Hank greets us at the door. Sam is pulled into his arms, and they enjoy a deep soul kiss right in the doorway before turning back. I wonder if the neighbor up the street saw that too. The possibility is a shot to the gut. They turn farther into the house, still kissing, and I close the front door to protect my dignity from prying eyes as I squeeze past them. I stand in the hallway and watch Hank make out with my wife. Seeing her petite body in his thick, strong arms makes my heart race. I hear Tina speaking to me, but her words don’t register.
“Hello? Earth to Corey? Remember me?” Tina says, finally breaking through.
I almost take a jab at her for ignoring me for weeks, but I let it slide. My plan is to be cool today, no matter what happens. “Oh, hey Tina. Nice to see you.”
Tina looks at our spouses kissing and smiles at me. “I get it. Watching them together is hot. Why don’t we give them a moment? You can come back to the kitchen and help me open a bottle of wine.”
“Why not?”
We leave our spouses making out. Next time we see them, I half expect to find Sam pinned against the wall while Hank fucks her like he did the other day. I follow Tina through to the kitchen, where she pulls a bottle of wine from the fridge and digs a wine opener out of a drawer.
“Could you be a dear and open this for me? Opening things is usually Hank’s job.”
“But he’s busy. Hand it here.”
“He is. Samantha’s been keeping him quite busy lately. How do you feel about that?”
I screw the opener into the cork and push the levers down. Opening a bottle of wine doesn’t require any special manly skill, but I’m glad Tina didn’t just do it herself because her manly man isn’t here. I yank the cork, pour a glass, and hand it to Tina. She thanks me.
“You know what they say,” I reply, pouring myself a glass. “Happy wife, happy life. And Sam is very happy on the days she sees your husband.”
“That’s great. She’s not too sore to share her happiness with you?”
“Not usually, no.” I smile, smoothly lying while ignoring another dig.
Tina clearly wants me in my place, but if she thought I was going to come over and be a mopey wreck today, she’s going to be sorely disappointed. I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen, but even if something does get to me, I’m not going to show it — just like Tina asking if Hank wears out my wife before I can have sex with her. Sometimes Sam is too sore when I come home from work after the neighbor has enjoyed her, but she is more than willing to use her mouth to make sure I’m satisfied.
“Does Hank leave you too sore for other men?” I ask, still smiling.
“Not usually, no, but I’ve had years of practice. Besides, I don’t often indulge other men.”
“Yes, I know. Hank is all the man you need.”
“Well, he is. You’ve seen him in action, dear.”
“I have. And I’ve heard the way he makes my wife scream. But come on Tina, you must want some variety sometime, right? You must be tempted to claim some of that freedom Hank regularly enjoys. I don’t see you just waiting at home for Hank to return from his latest conquest. You’re too fiery for that, Tina.”
“I do as I please, of course. I’m not just sitting around waiting for Hank. I can find a playmate anytime I like, dear.”
For the first time since I’ve met her, Tina sounds defensive. She touches my arm and I swear I almost hear her purring. She defers to Hank, but she does not want to be thought of as a junior partner in her marriage. I don’t believe that she’s junior, even if I can’t comprehend their arrangement. But it’s okay if Tina thinks that I do because it’s got her throwing some heat at me. Her long nails dance over my arm, giving me goosebumps.
“I don’t doubt that, Tina.”
I take a slow, deliberate look at her body. Tina’s in a short, tight white bodycon dress that looks like it was painted on. A zipper runs down the front and the pull is nestled at the entrance to a deep valley of cleavage. A man could get lost staring into that valley.
“Are you trying to will my zipper down, dear?”
“Can you blame me?”
Tina slips a finger into the ring and pulls. One inch. Two inches. Her massive tits exert a ton of force, and the dress begins to come open of its own accord. She allows it to come down just a bit further, and I see a flash of baby blue lace before she pulls it back to the top of the zipper.
“Sorry dear, but that’s not part of the plan. Not yet, anyway.” Tina laughs musically and spins away from me, downing her wine and refilling her glass.
The plan? What plan? It could just be as simple as Hank fucking Sam until she passes out, but I feel like the DeSimones have something more specific in mind. My confidence falters, and I’m glad Tina is turned away, so she doesn’t see my smile slip. I have a sudden urge to get back to our spouses and see what they’re doing.
I’m swaying on my feet when Hank peels his lips away from mine. My tongue chases his and I try to follow his mouth, but he’s too tall and I can’t reach. I try pulling him down to another kiss, but that’s like trying to pull down a mighty oak.
“You’re beautiful tonight, honey,” he says, fingering the knot holding my dress closed.
My body sizzles with anticipation and I hope he pulls it open and exposes me. I felt a rush of excitement when he kissed me right in the doorway where anyone could see us. Deep down, I think I want them to see. I want them to see me give myself to Hank. That fills me with shame, but not because of my own pride. I have no pride when it comes to Hank. I’m ashamed because I know what it would do to Corey and especially my girls if our arrangement with the DeSimones was ever discovered by outsiders, but I would revel in being spied on anyway. Hank has trained me well.
“Thank you, Daddy. I hoped you’d like this dress.”
“It looks fantastic on you, Sammy. It’ll look even better on the floor.”
Hank tugs at the string, but not enough to free the knot. He enjoys teasing me. I bite my lip. Being in his arms makes my body hum with need. We’ve only been here about five minutes and I’m ready to drop my dress for him.
“You could even drop it on the floor right now. You can have me anywhere you want me, Daddy.”
I caress his chest through his thin, tight baby blue sweater. Not a lot of men have the confidence to wear that color, but Hank is long on confidence, and it looks incredible on him. The blue makes his slate-gray eyes pop and the snug top clings to the contours of his sculpted muscles. I rub the bumps of his nipples and Hank jumps.
“And I appreciate it, honey.”
Hank leads me down to the basement, where he’s established his mancave. The walls are all knotty pine paneling, and the floor is covered in thick pile carpeting. Vintage neon beer signs adorn the walls and there’s a small bar in the corner, complete with old-school, red-vinyl upholstery on the front. A dartboard is mounted on the wall to one side of the bar, and a stereo is on the other side, with racks of vinyl records.
A huge 75” television is mounted to the largest wall. A deep, black leather loveseat is centered in front of it, with matching, overstuffed recliners on either side of it. Hank has had me twice on that loveseat. Just seeing it makes my core tighten with the memory of how good he felt inside of me. The game is already on the television, with the volume turned down. I don’t care about football and pay no attention to it.
We’re kissing again when our spouses come down to join us, carrying wine glasses. Corey is staring when I pull away from Hank and it gives me chills. I look for anger and jealousy in his face but don’t see it and it tempers some of my own excitement. I liked his possessiveness. My husband just looks excited and that makes being with Hank feel less dangerous.
“You two just can’t keep your hands off each other,” Tina teases.
“Yeah, get a room,” Corey adds, with a mirthless chuckle. Okay, there’s still some of the old him in there.
“Sorry, buddy. But you can’t blame me, right? Sammy is delectable tonight.”
“She certainly is,” Tina agrees.
Tina hands me a glass of wine and kisses me. It’s not our first kiss, but I’m caught off guard because it’s unexpected. I’m kissing her back before I realize it’s happening. My growing intimacy with Tina makes me warm in all the right places, but I don’t quite know what to do with it. Hank has demanded all my focus so far.
“Sam spent a lot of time figuring out the perfect outfit. I’m glad you appreciate the effort, buddy,” Corey says.
“Mmm, don’t spill all my secrets,” I pout, breathlessly coming off the kiss with Tina. “A girl wants a guy to think she just threw herself together.”
“You don’t need to put in any effort, honey. You’re sexy as hell no matter what you do. It’s the woman, not the outfit,” Hank says.
Tina laughs. “That’s the secret men don’t really want us to know. We don’t really need to do our hair or our makeup or find the perfect dress. As long as they get us naked, they don’t care how we showed up. Actually, the more complicated the outfit the less they like it because it slows them down.”
“That’s not true. I love sexy lingerie. I don’t need a woman to get naked as quickly as possible,” Corey protests.
“It’s true. He’s always loved it when I dress up,” I confirm.
“Then you’d love to see what I’m wearing under here,” Tina says, turning to Corey and fingering her zipper.
“Teasing me again? A man has his limits, you know.”
Again? I think. What happened between them upstairs? That old jealousy surges when I think of Tina with her hands all over my husband. I was so occupied by Hank that I didn’t think Tina might have any designs on Corey. She’s been ignoring him since that day on the boat.
“What are you going to do? Punish me?” Tina taunts.
“Maybe,” Corey replies. I think I’d like to see Corey assert himself and teach Tina a lesson. That would be hot.
“Be nice, sugar. We’re all friends here,” Hank interjects. He moves close to me again and puts a possessive hand on my waist. “We want Corey to know how much we appreciate his being so open to everything.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. No one likes a girl who’s too much of a tease.”
Tina turns to Corey and grabs him through his jeans. He visibly gulps like a cartoon character when she starts rubbing him. His reaction is cute, and it’s kinda hot to see Tina all over my husband, despite my jealousy.
“Am I too much of a tease, dear?”
“It depends on the payoff,” Corey answers, sounding like he’s struggling to keep his voice from cracking.
“You’ve been such a good boy. We’ll see what that payoff is later,” she answers. Tina turns to me. “Will you help me bring the snacks down? It’ll give the boys a chance to talk.”
“Sure,” I answer.
to be continued…




chapter 7

I’m annoyed that Tina contrives to leave me alone with Hank. I don’t have anything to say to the man who’s railing my wife. We’ve said all that needs to be said. I don’t need him thanking me. I’m certainly not going to thank him. I don’t want to hear about how good this is for me and my marriage. We’re past the convincing stage. Hank and I used to be friendly enough — despite how different we are — but that’s all over now. I’m not going to sit down with Hank to discuss how great Sam’s pussy feels while we crack open a couple of beers.
Hank settles into the loveseat and I’m relieved when he turns up the game. I take the recliner to his right. The chairs are huge, just about wide enough to squeeze in two people. I press a button and a motor whirrs while the footrest comes up and the chair tilts back.
“Think we can pull it off today? The Dallas D is pretty tough,” Hank says.
“They over-pursue. As long as we get the ball out quickly, we should be able to pick their secondary apart.”
“I’ve got a couple hundred on this one. We’d better at least cover the spread. Do you have any action?”
“Nah, I just like to enjoy the game.”
The truth is that I’ve never gotten into gambling because I know myself well enough to know it would be dangerous. I’ve always been the type who doesn’t know when to say enough is enough. This thing with Sam is a perfect example. I know it’s stupid to let it go on, but I can’t let go of the high. I can’t even say where my line is.
“I’m game if you want to lay down a wager,” Hank offers.
“I don’t think I have anything left to bet with you. You’ve had just about every piece of Sam. Have you had her ass yet?” I laugh, but it’s mirthless. I don’t think he’s taken her backdoor, but can I be sure that she would tell me if he had? Would that be my line?
“You’re coming in hot, buddy. I meant like a ten spot, or a twenty. I’m not into wagering women.”
I know Hank would never wager his sugar, Tina, but he seems like the kind of guy who’d find it fun to win someone else’s wife in a bet — not that Hank needs to do that. He can have whatever woman he wants. If he made that wager, it would be purely for the sport of it.
“I thought you were cool with all of this, buddy.”
“I’m fine. We’re all here to have fun today, so let’s just leave it at that.”
Hank looks like he’s about to launch into yet another speech about how great this all is for everyone, but he must read my expression because he drops it. Despite whatever benefits of a sexed-up wife I may get from this — and my own voyeuristic thrills — Hank trying to explain it all to me is just demeaning.
The wives return with snacks, saving us from any further discussion. Sam is laden with baskets of chips and popcorn, which I take from her and set down on a coffee table in front of the loveseat. Tina sets down a big soft pretzel bites tray with cheese, mustard, and chocolate dipping sauces.
“Everybody dig in,” Tina urges.
It doesn’t seem that anyone is hungry. We’re not here for snacks. Naturally, Hank and Sam settle into the loveseat, my wife nestled close to the neighbor with her shoes kicked off and legs tucked up under her. His arm is around her and she’s absent-mindedly caressing his chest. They look for all the world like they’re the married couple in the room.
I hoped Tina would join me in my recliner, but she takes a small plate of snacks with her wine and retreats to the other chair. We’re like chaperones to our spouses’ date. I arrange myself on the big recliner, turned in a way that it’s not so obvious that I’m watching them while I watch the game.
Their casual intimacy gives me a weird creepy feeling over my skin that’s a bizarre mixture of arousal and jealousy. It’s so confusing because I know seeing my wife cuddling with another man shouldn’t make my cock throb — but it does. I’d have an easier time of it if Hank pulled Sam’s face into his lap and she just started blowing him.
We’re all quiet — except for Hank or Tina occasionally shouting at the television — like the game is the most fascinating thing we’ve ever seen. The DeSimones are passionate sports fans. I love my home team and watch all the games, but I don’t care much otherwise. I don’t watch the Monday night game unless my team is playing. Sam couldn’t care less about any sport. She’s here for Hank’s horsecock. And I’m here to see her take it. It’s a good game, but it barely registers.
Hank whispers something to Sam and she leans forward to load a plate with pretzel bites and takes the mustard and chocolate dipping cups. She snuggles back into Hank’s side, and I think she’s going to feed him, but it’s the other way around. He takes a pretzel bite, dips it in the mustard, and presses it to Sam’s lips. She slowly accepts it, plumping her lips around the tip before taking a precise bite. Sam makes a show of licking excess mustard from her lips, and I bet it has Hank as stiff as it makes me.
“Mmm, thank you Daddy.” Sam whispers it, but not lowly enough. My balls tingle when she calls him daddy because it’s just so wrong.
Sam feeds Hank a pretzel bite and they go back and forth feeding each other. It started out sexy, but it becomes so cutesy that it kills my erection. I don’t want to see them like playful teenagers. Tina appears amused watching them. How many times has she seen this sort of thing play out? The DeSimones have never been clear about how often they’ve done this. They’ve been together forever. Sam could be like the fiftieth woman he’s bedded. I wonder if his dynamic with all the women is like this.
“Oops, looks like I got something on your cheek,” Sam says, smudging chocolate on his cheek.
“Better take care of that, honey,” he replies.
Sam hardly needs the invitation. She sensuously licks the smudge from Hank’s stubbled cheek and kisses him hard, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth. He enjoys plundering her mouth and she looks electrified by the kiss. Watching them puts the steel right back in my dick, and Tina rubs her thigh while she watches.
Hank dispenses with the pretense of the pretzels and dips his finger into the chocolate. Sam plays her part, flicking her tongue out before wrapping her lips around the proffered digit and sucking like a good girl. I can tell by her heavy breathing that she’s horny as hell. I bet her pussy is soaked. My wife is ready to go as soon as Hank is done playing games.
Sam unties her dress and pulls it open. That bra has her tits pushed up and out, offering them to Hank. Hank grins at her sexy, exposed body, but it’s not exposed enough for him. He pops the front clasp of the bra with a snap of his fingers and her perky rounds spring free.
Sam gasps when he smears chocolate on her nipple. He teases the pointed, russet-hued tip and she can’t contain her moans. She bites her lip, but it doesn’t quiet her. Sam loses control quickly when her nipples are played with, but I’m sure Hank already knows that.
“Ahh…yeah…yes…” she moans when he finally leans forward and pops her firm little tit into his mouth.
Hank takes his time feasting on my wife’s tits. He thoroughly licks and sucks all the chocolate from one and then attacks the other. Sam arches her back to feed him her flesh and rakes her fingers through his short, bristly hair. Her body is turned, and her legs thrown across his lap. He presses a hand between her legs.
“Ahh…yeah…Daddy…yes…please…”
“Come here, Sammy. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
Hearing Sam call him daddy made my balls tingle, but hearing Hank refer to himself as her daddy makes me dizzy. It still sounds so wrong — and hot — but the possessiveness of it is like a shiv to my gut. It aches, but somehow, it’s an exciting ache.
Hank pulls Sam onto his lap with her back to his chest. Her untied wrap dress is spread wide open and hanging from her shoulders, but it’s out of Hank’s way and that’s all he needs. He spreads her legs so they’re on the outside of his, obscenely displaying her excited, engorged pink. She’s not wearing panties because of course she’s not. Daddy probably wouldn’t like that. I’m surprised she wore a bra. Sam is silky smooth down there. She keeps it clean for her lover. Her wetness glistens. Seeing my wife fully on display makes my balls ache.
Sam whimpers when he starts with her tits. His arms go around her, and he cups those perfect, pert orbs, lightly massaging them and taunting her nipples. She squirms in his lap when Hank lavishes those tips with attention, rubbing, rolling, and pinching. Sam deeply moans when he’s pinching. She winces like he’s too rough, but she pants while she does it. She’s always liked it rough. Her eyes flutter closed so she can focus on those big, strong hands.
“Ahh…god…”
“Does that feel good, Sammy?”
“You know it does, Daddy. You love torturing me,” she whines.
“I can do whatever I want with you.”
“Yess…I know…”
Hank keeps enjoying a tit with one hand while the other travels south to her soaked crevice. His fingers spread her, and Sam’s breath catches when he finds her clit. He gives it a couple of flicks, which brings pleading noises from her mouth. Sam rubs her ass hard against his lap like she’s trying to make him come in his pants. I wouldn’t blame him if he did, but Hank has more self-control than that. His fingers slowly plow her furrow and I imagine I can hear her wetness, but the television is pretty loud.
I hear a loud zipper and look over to see Tina has opened her dress. A sheer, colorful, floral bra presents her breasts beautifully, but she’s bare downstairs and smooth as Sam. She stands and sheds her dress, staring at me while she does it. She drops the bra too, and her display of nudity brings a visceral reaction. I open my jeans and push them down, stroking my cock while openly staring at her. Tina is pleased and smiles. She returns to her recliner and tilts it back. She bends her knees, planting her heels in the leather, and spreads her legs. Tina’s as on display as my wife and I don’t know where to look.
“Ahh…fuck…Daddy…”
Sam’s exclamation pulls me back to her. Hank’s thick fingers plumb her depths, two of them rhythmically fucking her. I hear her sloshing now. She works her hips like she’s trying to keep those fingers inside her.
“Ahh god…ahh fuck…please…please…”
“You wanna come, don’t you?” Hank chuckles.
“Yeah…please Daddy…”
“Not yet.”
“Why do you torture me?”
“Because I like to hear you beg, honey. And you love it.”
“Oh god…I do…I love everything you do to me, Daddy…”
“I know you do. I know exactly what you need, Sammy.”
“Ohh yess…”
My gut churns watching it. I’m as torn as Sam. She desperately wants to come, but she loves Hank’s control over her. And watching him control her tears me apart, but god help me it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s probably unresolved anger, but I want Hank to make her beg. I want to see him torture my wife. Sam wants to be his fucktoy, and I want to see him use her like one, but she can suffer first.
Hank brings her right to the edge. I know what Sam sounds like when she’s about to come. He doesn’t let it happen. His control over her is amazing. Sam teeters right on the edge of orgasm, but he doesn’t allow her to tip over into ecstasy. He rides that line and when she’s there, he throttles back and denies Sam the climax.
“Ohh fuck…stop…stop teasing me…”
“I can do this all day.” Hank laughs and it would seem cruel if I couldn’t tell she loves this.
“I’ll die…”
Sam howls when he plunges two fingers back into her. Her hips lift from his lap, jamming her pussy onto his digits. Hank holds his fingers still and lets her fuck them, but he still doesn’t allow her to come. He pulls out at the last minute, his fingers dripping.
“Aww fuck…Daddy please…please!”
“What will you do if I let you come?”
“Anything! Please!”
“Anything, Sammy?”
“Oh fuck…anything!”
“Promise?”
“Ohh…I promise…please…please let me come, Daddy!”
I could watch Hank edge my wife all day. Seeing her helpless touches something deeply primal inside me. I don’t know that I’m capable of edging my wife like this and it’s a ding to my manhood that I don’t have Hank’s steel, but right now I don’t care. I’m enjoying the show.
Hank gives her nipple a hard twist with one hand, while he frantically rubs her clit with the other, making a wet slapping sound. Sam shrieks and explodes. Her body alternately stiffens and convulses as the rampant pleasure rocks her. I’ve seen Hank make her come hard before, but this is next-level stuff. Sam slams her thighs shut around his hand, but he keeps rubbing and her orgasm extends. She tries to twist away, but he keeps rubbing, and I think she might pass out from the insane pleasure. Hank doesn’t stop working her pussy until Sam rips his hand away from her lap.
“Corey, dear, come to momma. I need your help,” Tina says.
I forgot she was there. Sam was so luminous in her orgasm that I couldn’t look away. But now she’s on her side in her lover’s arms, trembling and muttering. Hank caresses her and I don’t like to see the tenderness between them, which makes it the perfect time to turn my attention to Hank’s hot wife.
Tina keeps her thighs splayed wide and strokes her slick slit while staring up at me when I stand before her. I can’t stress enough how incredible her body is — fake tits and all. Some guys might add for her age — but Tina is hot for any age. She’s a MILFy dream.
I jerk my cock without thinking. Her bold, unapologetic sexuality is breathtaking. As slutty as Sam can be, she doesn’t just throw it right out there the way Tina does. Tina smiles when she looks at my cock, and I have to stop touching myself, or I’m going to shoot my load all over her. She might be the kind of woman who’d like that, but never without permission.
“Do you think you can make me come the way Hank just made your sweet Samantha come?” She looks meaningfully at her pussy when she says it.
I know what she wants, but I don’t boast about my prowess. I just kneel before her and get to work worshipping her. Tina is soaked when I dive in, and I greedily slurp as I taste her. Her pussy is so smooth and pretty it’s just a joy to go down on her. I’ve been thinking about this since the first time she exposed herself to me in that luxurious SUV. Her moans make me swell with pride. My tongue crisscrossing her clit has her panting. Maybe I can’t jackhammer a woman like Hank can, but I know how to get them one with my mouth.
“Mmm…feels so good Corey dear…just what momma needs…give me what I need…”
The momma stuff does nothing for me — I don’t have Sam’s fetish — but I love her enthusiasm. I slip a couple of fingers inside her, but Tina is so slick I meet no resistance and I add a third. She roughly grabs my hair, painfully digging her talons into my scalp when my digits fill her.
“Uhnn…yeah…fuck yeah…give it…give it to me…fuck that’s good Corey…”
Tina squishes around my fingers, pounding her pussy onto them. Her juices run down my hand. I lick and kiss her everywhere, but she goes off like a skyrocket when I focus on her throbbing little button.
“Yes! Corey! Sweet lord…make me come!”
I give it my all, licking and swallowing when Tina goes off, but it’s like a dam burst and I’m flooded with her excitement. I’ve never been with a gusher like her. Her strong fingers knotted in my hair force me in place and I don’t know if I’m going to drown or suffocate first while Tina fucks my face. Her exclamations of passion ring through the room, going on and on, and I swear she’s trying to outdo Sam. It makes me think that maybe there is a hint of jealousy in Tina.
“That was quite something, dear. I feel like Samantha has been hiding your real skills from me,” Tina says. She releases me with wild laughter and looks over at my wife. “I should punish you for that, darling.”
Sam is still curled up on Hank’s lap, her dress mostly off, and he’s casually caressing her all over. I remember Tina telling me that Sam would still be mine, but Hank would possess her body. The later has certainly come true, but his hold on my wife is so strong I sometimes question if the former remains accurate.
“I would love to see that, sugar,” Hank says.
“I know you would sweetheart. We could have all kinds of fun, if you want to share.”
Hank smiles. “You know anything I have is yours.”
They talk about my wife like they own her, making me feel wholly irrelevant. Apparently, I don’t get a say in whatever they do with Sam. Whatever confidence I gained from making Tina come is gone in an instant.
“We should move this party upstairs where we have more room to have fun,” Hank says.
“Wonderful idea, sweetheart.”
Hank stands, cradling Sam in his arms like she’s a babe. She looks so small against him. That man is jacked. It’s another small ding to my ego. I couldn’t carry my wife like that. He starts for the stairs.
“Come on up and join us when you’re done here,” he says.
I thought we were. Tina got what she needed. But when I go to follow, she stops me with a hand on my shoulder and a huge grin.
“I’m not done with you yet, dear. I’m going to need another round before I let you go.”
I don’t like Hank carrying my wife off without me. I want to see it all. But I’m also a man with something to prove and I’m going to make his wife come even harder this time. I lean in and softly kiss her toned thigh while looking up at her.
“You’d better strap in, Tina.”
to be continued…


Sam Surrenders to the Neighbors III Ch. 8
Corey finally gets Tina’s mouth while he watches Hank train his wife’s ass…







I feel so silly. Hank just edged me until I literally begged him to let me come — something he’s so good at doing — without any regard for Corey seeing my shamelessness, but I still burned with jealousy when I saw my husband driving Tina wild. Hypocrisy is not a good color on me, but I can’t control my feelings. I get a charge from seeing Corey in that light, but the jealousy is stronger, no matter how hard I try to convince myself otherwise. Their activities didn’t register when Hank had me under control, but as I come down from my orgasms, I can’t ignore them. Tina is rather vocal.
Hank doesn’t let me linger on thoughts of Corey going down on Tina. He sweeps me up in his arms and carries me out of the room as my husband gets her moaning again. His power is so evident in the way he effortlessly carries me, and it makes my core tighten in anticipation of giving myself to him fully. All the orgasms he gave me downstairs were incredible, but I crave his huge cock inside me. That’s what I really need.
We do not go to the bedroom he shares with his wife, but Hank carries me to their guest room. All the houses in our neighborhood were originally laid out the same, but individual owners have altered many of them over the years. Our house has a family room addition on the back. The DeSimones have taken the three bedrooms in their upstairs and turned them into two larger rooms. The master bedroom is the larger of the two, with a balcony added on the back of the house. But the guest room is large too. I’m jealous of the extra space. The bedrooms in our house are small.
A king-sized bed dominates the room, but there is also a padded bench in one corner and some kind of swing device hanging from the ceiling. I can guess what that’s for. The DeSimones also have a strange device that looks like a half-barrel with a dildo sticking straight out of it. That thing scares me. Our neighbors have quite the sex room set up. I’ve never seen the inside of this room. Hank has fucked me downstairs every time, and this door has been closed when I have been upstairs in the DeSimones’ home.
I’m relieved when Hank sets me on the bed. I wouldn’t resist if he wanted to strap me into something, but that thing with the dildo on top kind of freaks me out. He catches me staring.
“That’s called the Sybian. Do you want to try it?”
“What the hell is it?”
“It’s a kind of fuck machine. My sugar swears by it. It’s her favorite toy.”
Hearing that Tina loves it gooses my competitive spirit. I want Hank to think I can handle anything she can, but I don’t fancy being fucked by a machine. I rub him through the front of his jeans.
“You’re the only fuck machine I need.” I look up at him hungrily.
Hank chuckles. “You’re only saying that because you haven’t experienced it.” It’s a rare show of sexual modesty from him. “You’ll be jumping on that thing if Tina demonstrates it for you.”
“She’s occupied right now.”
“Jealous, Sammy?”
“How can I be when I have you?”
I unbutton his jeans and draw down his zipper.
“I know you don’t like Tina playing with your husband, but you have nothing to worry about.”
“I know that. I guess I just can’t shake some traditional ideas.”
“Really? You seem okay with open relationships right now, honey.”
Hank looks down to where I’ve pulled out his cock and I’m stroking it. I still can’t quite believe his size, even after having had him so many times. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with who’s so thick my fingers can’t close around his girth. I use both hands to stroke him, and I still don’t cover his length.
“Stop trying to make sense,” I reply, grinning up at Hank until I take him into my mouth.
I open wide, relaxing my jaw so I can swallow as much cock on my first dip as possible. I’ve become so good at sucking this big monster. It feels like forever ago when I struggled with him, but it’s only been a couple of months. So much has changed since that first evening we were together. Hank gathers my hair back from my face, not to use it as a lever but because he wants to watch me sucking him. My core tightens when he looks down at me like that. It makes me want to do anything to please him.
“Ahh, Sammy…I love your hungry mouth. It feels so good.”
My cheeks hollow because the compliment makes me suck him harder. I hold him deep in my throat — going so deep I feel like I’ll choke — but I’m not close to swallowing all of him. I keep him there until I’m lightheaded and inhale deeply before I slip back on him. I’m proud of how well I please my daddy. I wish he rewarded me with his cum more often, but he always holds back because he can’t get enough of my pussy. He could pull out before he finishes, but I think he likes filling me.
“Aww fuck, honey… So good… So fucking good, Sammy… Love that dick…”
I put my all into pleasuring him. It’s not one of those fast, aggressive blowjobs. I make love to Hank’s cock. I stroke what I can’t suck and massage his huge, smooth balls. I love to suck those balls too, but my daddy just wants his dick down my throat. Hank growls with satisfaction and moves his hips to plunge deeper down my throat. He’s not taking control. We’re working together. He pulls my hands away and it’s just my mouth. I suck and move forward when he pushes and we’re perfectly in sync like we’ve been doing this for years.
Hank tenses and I’m sure he’s going to give me my reward, but he pulls his dripping shaft from my mouth before he finishes. I pant like an overheated dog and my cheeks are flushed. I’m disappointed, but so impressed by his control. He smears the head across my lips, and I try to recapture him, but he’s just teasing me.
“You really need it, don’t you Sammy?”
“I do, Daddy. I really do. Let me finish you.”
“I love your eagerness, but I have other plans right now. Do you remember saying you’d do anything I wanted?”
“I do, Daddy.”
“Good. You’re a very good girl, Sammy.”
Hank turns me around and bends me over the foot of the high bed. I lean on my elbows and tingle with anticipation while wiggling my butt at him. My pussy waits for him to fill me. He doesn’t. At least, I don’t get what I’m expecting. I turn around and see he’s not behind me but messing around over by a dresser. Hank returns with something in his hands, but he deliberately obscures whatever he has.
“Turn around. I want this to be a surprise.”
I don’t immediately comply, and he swats my ass. It’s hard enough to sting and startle me, but not hard enough to hurt. Hank has spanked me while fucking before, but never like this. It’s thrilling. I wait for him to do it again — harder this time — before turning away and closing my eyes.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I coo.
“If you’re not a good girl, you won’t get what you want, Sammy.”
“I promise I’ll be good.”
Hank spreads my cheeks and rubs a cool slickness between them, dabbing it onto my rosebud. He adds more, generously applying it and fear stabs at my gut. I don’t think I can handle his huge tool back there. Hank would split me in half. He’s never even suggested he wanted my ass, although he has played with it. The strange feelings always enhance my orgasm, but that doesn’t make me eager to take him back there.
I haven’t had anal sex in well over twenty years. The married boss I had an affair with gave me my first anal and I didn’t like it. He wasn’t patient enough to make it good for me and it just hurt. Another boyfriend tried it later, and while I liked the submission of it, I didn’t like how it hurt. I wrote it off after that. But if my daddy wants it…
I tense, but his finger is so lubricated, it still slides smoothly into my ass. The burning pain makes me gasp, but it’s honestly not so bad with all the lube. I think it’s just the shock of having a finger shoved up my ass. This isn’t like the other times he’s played with my ass. Hank was licking me or playing with my pussy before, and the stinging got twisted in with intense pleasure. All he’s doing now is fingering my ass and it feels weird. I’m so sensitive back there and everything is being stimulated at once. The pain turns into something else — a strange tingling that starts to feel good. It’s not like having my pussy played with — it’s so different — and it feels amazing when I relax and lean into it. Hank is right again. I push my butt back at his finger, encouraging him.
“That’s my good girl. Give up that ass, honey.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
A squirting sound and more lube on my rosebud are followed by a second thick finger stretching my ass. I yelp and grit my teeth. It’s back to tearing pain, but Hank keeps steadily fingering my ass, forcing me to relax and accept it. I ball up the sheets in my fists. I adjust as I did before, and it starts feeling great. Hank takes both fingers away when I start moaning. My ass feels like it’s gaping open.
“Daddy…” I whine.
“You ready to beg me to fuck your ass, Sammy?”
Okay, I’m not there, but I don’t want him to stop. I’m sure this is all prep for anal sex, but I am not going to beg for that. I still don’t think I could handle it. Hank continues when I don’t answer.
“Don’t worry, Sammy. I’m not going to fuck your ass — yet.”
I feel blunt pressure and then my ass being stretched wide. I grit my teeth and breathe hard through my nose. The object pops inside me and my rosebud tightens around a narrow stem. I’ve never felt one before, but I know Hank just slid a butt plug inside me. The bulb makes me feel so full. I squirm trying to adjust to the feeling, but it doesn’t help. I’m just going to have to relax.
“You’ll thank me for this later, honey,” Hank says, tapping the end of the plug.
The tap sends a jolt of the strangest pleasure through me. I moan and arch my back, pushing my ass at him. He taps it again and I mewl. Hank is so good at teasing me, and I’m very good at submitting. I’m taking a deep breath to get some self-control when the thing starts vibrating. I jump and yelp, even though it’s light to start. The vibration builds until it feels like my whole ass is quaking. I moan low and sink to the bed, trembling uncontrollably. My thighs squeeze together. God, I want to be touched. I want to be fucked. I was still on the fence when Hank played with my ass before, but this vibrating butt plug leaves no doubt. I love it.
“Oh my god…ohh god…Daddy…”
“You really like that, don’t you?”
Hank pushes on it, which just makes it tighter inside me and amplifies the vibration. I swear I see stars.
“Ahh fuck…ahh god…ahh fuck…”
“I wonder if you can come just from the butt plug.”
“Ahh fuck…”
“I bet you can, Sammy.”
Hank might be right about that, but I want to be filled more than anything. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to have his huge cock in my pussy while this thing buzzes in my ass, but god do I want to find out.
“Please…please Daddy…please fuck me…”
The toy buzzes in my ass for a few minutes and just when I begin to numb to its intensity, Hank kills it. My butt is throbbing, and I feel the plug more keenly than I did before the vibration. I’m dripping, staining my thighs. I’m going to scream if he doesn’t give me his cock.
“Let’s see how much you like it, Sammy.”
Hank touches between my legs. Two — then three — fingers slide right inside me with ease because I’m soaked. I fit them like a glove. He brings me to the brink of coming in about a minute by stroking those fingers in and out of me but will not let me climax. I sob in frustration.
“Stop teasing me, Daddy! I need to be fucked!”
“I think you’ve earned it, Sammy.”
“That was fabulous, dear. You really do have a special talent,” Tina says. She’s glowing after I just made her come two more times.
“It’s not just all about having a big dick,” I reply, wiping my mouth on the back of my sleeve and getting up from where I’ve been kneeling in front of her.
“Of course not. But a big dick is very nice. You have nothing to be worried about on that front, Corey. Your penis is very nice. I know being around a man like Hank can be intimidating, but you can’t let the way Samantha loves his cock get you down. She can be crazy for him and still want you. It isn’t either/or, dear.”
“I’m perfectly fine with my dick.” It’s mostly the truth. I think.
Tina stands, doesn’t bother dressing, and touches me through my jeans. I’m so hard my balls ache. I need to get off soon, or I’m going to have to take care of it myself. She strokes me until I groan.
“Your dick is perfectly fine.”
“It’s nice. It’s fine. But does it make you hot, Tina?” I don’t know if I could be so bold if I wasn’t so horny.
“I could have fun with this,” she purrs.
“But all you do is tease me.”
Tina kisses me aggressively. I’m so shocked that I just stand there and take it. Her tongue attacks me and I only gradually start to return the kiss when I understand what’s happening. I grab her ass and massage one of her tits. I feel my balls swell and think I’m about to make a mess in my jeans when she steps away from me.
“The day is still young, dear. There is a lot of fun to be had,” she says.
Right on cue, we hear Sam shriek from upstairs. A chill goes down my spine and I wonder what Hank is doing to my wife now.
“Perhaps we should see what our spouses are up to. It sounds like they’re enjoying the playroom.”
“Playroom?” I ask.
“Follow me, dear.”
Tina doesn’t dress, but leads me through their house, naked as the day she was born. I love watching her move. She really is a silver fox. She doesn’t hesitate to walk past the big bay window looking out on the neighborhood, instead proudly strutting past it. I marvel that the entire neighborhood doesn’t know what these two are doing, but it’s good they don’t — otherwise they’d probably think we’re up to the same thing. We go up the second set of stairs to the bedroom on the right. The sight of Hank and my wife on a giant bed stops me in the doorway, but Tina pulls me into the room.
Sam is on her back with her feet high in the air and her legs open in a wide V. Hank is between them hammering away at her pussy and it squishes with every thrust. She squeals and shouts and moans like she’s being murdered by that huge cock of his, but I know she loves every second of it. The bed is stout beneath them, but it still squeaks and shakes under Hank’s powerful fucking.
“Ahh god…ahh fuck…fuck me Daddy…”
“Love…your…fucking…pussy…honey…” Hank grunts, punctuating every word with a deep thrust into my wife. His big, shaved balls bounce every time he bottoms out in her.
“Love your dick, Daddy!”
“Looks like you two got started without us,” Tina says, laughing.
“Sammy here…couldn’t…wait…” Hank replies. It’s weird that he’s conversing with his wife while fucking mine.
“She never can,” Tina agrees.
“Ahh yeah…ahh yeah…” Sam cries.
“We should have a good view over here,” Tina says.
Tina drags a straight-backed wooden chair to a corner of the bed and pushes me into it. It’s a weird chair that looks like it belongs in an old school room. The arms and legs have cuffs, and I hope she doesn’t plan to use those on me. I am not going to be strapped to a chair while Hank has his way with my wife. Tina doesn’t attempt to strap me to the chair but stands behind me and rubs my shoulders while we watch our spouses have fun.
“Ahh fuck! Fuck! Yeah…fuck…yeah…Daddy…”
Sam is coming. I’m sure of it. I know what she sounds like when she has an orgasm — both with me and with Hank. Unfortunately, those are very different sounds. Her legs shake in the air and drop to the bed. He keeps churning inside her for a moment, but then stops and I think he’s planting his seed deep inside my wife. But when he pulls his dripping meat out of her, he’s still fully hard. Her pussy is left red and gaping. I don’t know if I needed to see that because it makes me question how I still please her, or if she’s humoring me for the sake of our marriage. The worry only momentarily makes my erection flag in my jeans.
Hank joins Sam on the bed and pulls her on top of him. She moves sluggishly, still reeling from her climax, but straddles him and feeds his monster up into her pussy. It’s when she leans forward to ride him that I see the thing in her butt. I need a moment for it to register because my eyes don’t believe what they’re seeing. Is that a butt plug in Sam’s asshole? It has to be. A wide, hot pink silicone disk is nestled between her cheeks. Since when is Sam into assplay?
“I’m glad Hank got her ready,” Tina says.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Why isn’t your cock out, dear? It must be aching for attention. Do you need help with that?”
Tina kneels in front of me and unbuckles my belt. As enticing as it is to see her on her knees in front of me, I can’t stop watching my wife bouncing on Hank’s dick. He’s laid down on the bed and she’s climbed on top. It’s not just seeing her sweet ass working so hard — although that is impressive — but watching that thing in her backdoor. How does Sam feel with both her holes stuffed? I’m so distracted that Tina has to smack my thigh to get me to lift my butt. She pulls down my jeans.
“They’re putting on a nice show, but I think I’m offended that I can’t keep your attention,” Tina complains, tugging my cock. It feels good, but I still keep looking up at my moaning wife riding her husband.
I don’t have a pithy reply. Too much is swirling around in my brain. Every time I see Sam break a new taboo I wonder if I ever really knew her at all. Oddly, it doesn’t make me want her less, but more. Tina does not like being ignored, which is great for me. I barely catch her smirk before she takes me into her mouth.
“Oh damn, Tina…” I groan, fighting the intense, sudden urge to blast into her hungry mouth.
Tina pops me out and kisses the head before telling me, “I thought that might get your attention.”
I feel a rising tide of anger and frustration when I think she’s just teasing me again, but Tina is not that cruel. She winks at me and resumes sucking. I was sure this would never happen, but I look down and there is my dick disappearing into her beautiful face. She has my full attention now. Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks me so hard it makes my toes curl. Sam gives great head, but Tina is like a goddam vacuum. She takes my whole length with ease, slowly bobbing up and down on me.
Tina stares at me and does it all with her mouth. She doesn’t need her hands to get the job done. Watching her bob hard and fast on my dick with her hands behind her back is impressive. The cum bubbles up in my balls, but I hold it at bay because I don’t want this amazing blowjob to end.
“Ahh fuck! Ahh fuck, Daddy! Yeah…yeah…” Sam howls.
I look up and see Hank tapping the butt plug while she rides. Is that a hum coming from Sam’s ass?
“You like having both holes filled, don’t you Sammy?”
“Yeah…yeah…ohmyfuckinggod…ohmyfuckinggodyeahdaddy…Yes!”
Sam screeches like a banshee and she’s coming again. Every time I think she can’t come any harder, Hank finds a way to lift her to a new height. It’s truly impressive. I can’t hold back when I see it. I was only barely resisting Tina’s incredible blowjob already. I jack my hips off the hard chair and spike my dick into Tina’s throat and blow my load.
Most women would choke and gag from the sudden, unexpected flood, but that silver fox swallows it all like a pro, sucking like she needs every last drop. She keeps sucking even as I go soft and it’s so intense it starts to hurt. Tina sucks like she’s trying to turn me inside out. I wonder if she can’t believe that’s all I have. She is used to Hank, and he shoots huge loads.
“Thanks for the snack,” she says, smacking her lips when she releases me. Most women would be a mess after giving a hard blowjob like that, but Tina is glowing. Her lipstick isn’t even messed up. The woman is a goddess.
“Thank you,” I sigh, wondering if she can hear me over my wife’s shrieking.
Tina stands and leans over. I think she’s going to make me taste my load, but she kisses my cheek.
“Now that you’ve been taken care of, I want you to sit back while I help Hank give Samantha what she really needs. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“Enjoy what?” I ask.
“We’re going to make Samantha the best slut she can be,” Tina promises.
to be concluded…


chapter 9




