I sighed and picked up the box cutter, deftly slitting the packing tape on the last box of the worst moving experience of my life. We, my wife and I, had moved from the east coast to the west coast for what was supposed to be a better job opportunity for the both of us. Outside, it was raining profusely and the weatherman was predicting more for the next three days...I tried to avoid the thought of dragging the cutter across my throat.
"How's unpacking going, baby?" my twenty eight year old wife Monica came into the room, lugging bed sheets in her arms. She stood about 5'6 with long, curly brown hair and brown eyes, and a trim, athletic body. We had been married for going on six years; no children (God knows I wasn't ready for those yet, even though I was going on thirty-four) and a decent sex life though Monica was growing more keen to the idea of fucking for kids, rather than just pleasure. I could already see the upward hill I would be ascending in the coming year with her biological clock ticking away, but she kept an open mind sexually all the same.
"Still hating it," I muttered crossly. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around me from behind, her small, firm breasts pressing against my back. Her hand slid down to my crotch, cupping it, then beginning to rub slowly, firmly.
"Monica," I murmured. "We don't even have curtains up on the windows yet. I don't think we want to give the neighbors a show quite yet..."
She ignored me and instead unzipped my jeans, slipping her hand underneath my boxer-briefs to wrap her warm fingers around my stiffening cock. I moaned and let her begin to stroke up and down the length of my cockmeat, her fingertips teasing the head of my dick, and waited impatiently while she knelt in front of me and tugged my jeans and briefs down to my ankles.
"Don't want to give a show, hmm?" she said with a sly grin, sticking out her wet tongue and rubbing the now throbbing tip of my cock against it. I ran my fingers through her soft brown hair and tugged on a handful of it, sliding the full length of my eight inches into her hot, waiting mouth. She looked up at me with her sexy brown eyes as she suckled at my pole, her head bobbing back and forth, sucking harder, her tongue licking at the underside of my stiff prick.
I groaned loudly and stilled her head, letting my hips do the work as I began fucking her mouth. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her hot hole, my breathing quickening as I moved faster, feeling her sucking, her lips tight around me, and I felt my cream shooting up to the tip of my shaft.
"Monica," I gasped. "I'm going to cum...cum all over your face..."
She turned me slightly to the right and I felt my stomach jump to my throat. I could see directly into the upstairs window of our neighbor's house, and they could see directly into ours.
And she was!
A girl, who couldn't have been more than eighteen, was standing in the window and looking right at us. She smiled as I stared in horror at her, and felt my cock harden even more in my wife's mouth the longer I looked at her. She had blond brown hair that was well past her shoulders, and though I couldn't see too much, she had big tits and was wearing a cheerleader's uniform, which was a short, pleated white skirt and navy t-shirt with a "J" embroidered on the front.
"Monica..." I whispered. "There's someone...watching..."
"Mmmm, isn't she cute?" Monica murmured, her tongue lapping up and down my rock hard dick. "I bet you would like her sweet little mouth around you, wouldn't you?"
My balls tightened hearing the dirty word's coming from my wife. I fucked into her mouth faster, my meat pushing down her throat, and began to imagine the girl on her knees in her cheerleader outfit, hungrily swallowing my throbbing rod.
"Mmmm, cum in my mouth," she whimpered. "Shoot into my throat imagining that little slut sucking you, Justinn."
"Ahhh yes, suck it," I groaned, humping her face, feeling my load swelling. "I want to see her sucking it..."
I couldn't finish my sentence because my cock began spurting unto my wife's face, shot after shot, my hot cum coating her face and hair. She purred in satisfaction and licked any remaining jizz off my softening tool, and I dared to look at the neighbor's window again, feeling a small stab of dismay when I didn't see her there.
"Baby, you came so hard." Monica said, standing with a smug grin. "You like her?"
I flushed and yanked my pants up, avoiding the question. "You've never done that before."
She shrugged and set to making the bed. "You didn't like it?"
"It's not that. It was just...new." I said carefully, shoving clothes into an oak dresser. I suddenly couldn't get the neighbor girl out of my head...whether it was seeing her watching, or my wife coming out with telling me to imagine her sucking me off, I wasn't sure. Maybe it was both.
Over the next few days, Monica didn't mention the girl again. I was beginning to think it was just a momentary bit of exhibitionism she experienced, sucking me off in the window in plain view of a stranger. I glanced out the window several times a day, hoping to catch another look of my young neighbor, only to be left unsatisfied.
One day, when the rain had finally stopped and the temperature soared well above the nineties, I was working on giving my car an oil change and was underneath the car watching the liquid flow out when I heard footsteps approaching.
"Hey, baby," I called, thinking it was Monica home on her lunch break. There was a giggle, and I slid out from under the car, my eyes sliding up a pair of long, tanned legs, a pleated cheerleader skirt, a pair of big tits with nipples pushing through a sheer halter top, and a cute face with soft blond brown hair blowing across it. The neighbor girl!
"Baby? But we just met," the girl grinned, her blue eyes squinting against the bright glare of the hot sun.
"I'm sorry," I stammered, embarrassed. "I thought you were my wife coming home from her lunch break."
"No problem. I was coming back from cheerleading practice, saw you out here, and wanted to come over and welcome you. I'm Valery, I live next door," she paused, a sly twinkle in her eyes. "But I think you already know that."
Shit. I swallowed and wondered if I should apologize, but instead stuck out an oily hand. "I'm Justinn, and my wife is Monica, I'm sure you will meet her soon. Maybe when she comes home from work tonight, around five thirty. This is my day off."
Valery took my hand and squeezed lightly, then withdrew it and grimaced, seeing it smeared with dirty oil. I mentally groaned. How much more a jerk could I look like today?
"Do you mind if I use your sink?" she asked.
"Sure," I said quickly and lead her into the house to the kitchen sink, the thought not even crossing my mind she was next door and just as easily could've went home to clean up.
"Help yourself." I motioned to the sink. She smiled and brushed past me, her taut nipples sliding across my bare chest and sending electric shivers straight to my tightening groin. I watched her bending just slightly at the sink, her skirt moving up, showing the bottom of her tight little ass.
"Did you want something to drink?" I forced myself to ask, my eyes not seeming to want to budge from her ass. She turned and I snapped my eyes up to meet hers, but from her smile, I knew she had caught me already. My dick tightened even more in my jeans, pushing against the zipper.
"Sure...what do you have?" she asked, grabbing the soap and lathering up. I opened the refrigerator and scanned the contents.
"Coke...water...iced tea..."
"I'll take a coke, if you have one, too." She said.
I took two from the fridge and waited while she finished up, handing her a hand towel when she was ready. It slipped from her hands and she cursed, bending over directly in front of me to pick it up.
I inhaled sharply, the skirt hiking well up over her ass, revealing the fact she was wearing no underwear. I gazed wide-eyed at her shaven cunt slit, my dick as hard as a brick, and imagined dropping the cans of pop I held and shoving deep in the hot, tight depths of her pussy. My free hand moved to the front of my jeans and I rubbed my aching cock, biting my lip to cut off the groan that welled in my throat and knowing I was some kind of pervert for doing what I was doing.
My hand dropped quickly when she stood up again and replaced the towel, and I lead us into the living room, taking a seat on the couch while she sat across from me on the reclining chair.
"So where did you move here from?" she asked, opening her pop and sipping on it.
"The east coast," I replied, trying valiantly to keep my eyes off of the length of her tan legs, as well as her sheer white halter, which kept little from the imagination. I saw a ring peeking out from her belly button underneath her halter.
"You have your belly button pierced," I commented. "How did you talk your parents into that?"
She shrugged. "I'm eighteen, they really didn't have much choice, but they don't mind now after they got used to it."
There was a moment of silence, and Valery drew her right leg up, bringing her knee level with her chest. I almost came there in my pants seeing her pink slit, her legs open just enough to give me the view. The little slut, I thought silently. A cocktease.
