New Neighbors

Amber's POV

I met Dustin when we were in high school. Like a lot of people who meet in high school we became an item. I cheered for the school and he was a football player. Long and short of it was, it was a tumultuous relationship. We looked good together and the fact that other girls thought Dustin was hot made me tolerate his drinking and narcissism. In a nut shell he was good at football, but not as good as he thought he was. He thought he was college and pro material, but nobody picked him because of his size. Then I got pregnant.

Being from the small town community we were from, the culture was you manned up and took responsibility. I was 3 months when graduation came. We got married in a small wedding and moved into a rental trailer his family had. Dustin became resentful. I was determined to make it work, got a job at Walmart as a cashier while he got a job welding at a friend of his dads metal shop.

His dad, that's another story. I was grateful they let us move into the rental that was on their property, but it came with strings. For a discount in rent I could clean their house once a week, while his dad drank beer and leered at me. I could never prove it but I know he went through my things in the trailer when I wasn't home. He never did anything overtly out of line but it was coming.

I would clean their house and he always managed to be there when I came over. He would drink and stare at me, find reasons to casually brush against me when I wasn't paying attention with an "Oh, excuse me Amber" and began making comments about my body or suggestions that made me uncomfortable. I mentioned it to Dustin, but he just shrugged and said "He don't mean nothing by it".

Then I tried talking to my mother in law but she was a dial tone and said "Aww, Sweety that's just men you'll get used to it." I finally adjusted my work schedule so I would clean their house while he was away and worked to avoid being around him by myself. He would drink from daylight to dark. How he managed to keep his job I had no idea, like father, like son. I tried to make the best of it though.

I miscarried the baby. After the dust settled with that, I was deeply depressed and felt like a failure. I got no emotional support from Dustin, which killed my soul. In fact what I received was just the opposite. We fought...a lot. He blamed me for ruining his football career and pigeon holing him in a trapped marriage. I did try to make it work as I did love him. I decided not to argue any more, just take his bullshit, his friends hitting on me, the drinking and no sex. Oh, I forgot to mention that since the miscarriage he hardly ever touched me.

Sex with Dustin wasn't anything to write home about on a good day. The first time we did it, it lasted a whole five minutes. It did get better as time went on, but not much. He had been my first so I really had nothing to compare it to. Most of the time I was left unsatisfied and would finish myself off later. Although when his team won the game, the sex was better than usual....at least he would last a little longer. I think that the only reason he was even attracted to me at all was because his buddies were. I was his trophy.

Once we were married I thought that sex would be different, and it was. Dustin would get drunk and come to bed wanting some ass. Of course I would give it to him, but it was the same shit just a different day. Five minutes of grunting and sweating, pop goes the weasel and then snoring. Sometimes he would come in drunk, want sex but couldn't get it up due to the alcohol. He let me know that was my fault too.

As I said, I did and do love him. I tried to make things better. I sought outside help by reading books, watching videos, trying to be seductive, and asking other women for advice on the down low so as not to tip anyone off that I wasn't satisfied. On our anniversary I splurged and bought a cute outfit from Victoria's Secret. Nothing extravagant just stockings, bustier to show off my ample cleavage with a matching sheer panty set. While trying it on in the store I had to admit that I looked good in it.

I had taken the day off work to clean the house, wash the sheets, clothes and make his favorite dinner. I sent him text messages throughout the day wishing him a happy anniversary, thanking him for all he did for us and even teased him a little with a few suggestive comments about the surprise I had for him when he got home. I knew better than to reveal too much because he couldn't help but share personal shit with his friends. I also asked him not to drink before he got home.

When he got home from work he was already half in the bag, so much for my request. He walked in the door with a half empty 12 pack under his arm. I met him at the door in a pair of Daisy Dukes, my face and hair all made up, and a thin tank top that hugged my 'assets' so you could see my nipples. This was his favorite get up to see me in. I gave him a kiss with plenty of tongue and told him I had a bath waiting for him. He was shocked by my aggressiveness and I could tell he was turned on, but I was going to make him wait.

I told him to get his bath and dinner would be ready in half an hour. Again asking him to ease up on the beer. He laughed and headed to the bathroom tracking his dirty boots through the living room and down the hall I had spent the morning cleaning. I tried to push that thought aside and finished setting the table. When I went to the bathroom to let him know dinner was ready, he was napping in the tub with empty beer cans scattered across the floor. I took a deep breath and tried to quell my frustration...it was our anniversary.

I woke him up and handed him a towel, told him to dry off, get dressed and come to the table. I had bought him a pair of silk boxers while shopping and laid them out for him to put on. When he came to the table he didn't disappoint. Although half drunk he was still hot. The boxers hugged his tool, he was still in fairly good shape but the beer was having an effect on his waist line. No matter, I was beginning to get wet and still had hopes the evening would end on a good note.

We made small talk during dinner. He mumbled that the food was good. Never mentioned anything about the clean house, bath I had drawn him or the candles lit at the table. I tried not to be disappointed and struggled with calling the rest of the plan off. I like to finish things once I start so decided to press on.

I got up and took his plate to the sink. I brought a plate with his favorite dessert and told him to enjoy it that I would be back. I put on the outfit I had bought, checked my looks in the mirror to make sure everything was set and then walked out to where he was. I have to admit that at that moment I was pretty impressed with myself. His friends and his father would kill to see me like this.

The bustier lifted and pushed my boobs up and together. My sheer panties were already getting wet. I slipped a finger inside them and gave my clit a slow circle. God, I needed a dick in me so bad right now. I put a pair of cowboy boots on over my stockings and went out of the bedroom. He had moved to the couch and was drinking another beer, with another sitting on the end table and had that droopy eyed look already. I needed to act fast.

I turned on some music and began to sway slowly in front of him. His eyes perked up and he sipped his beer. I rubbed my tits with my hands, twisted and turned while trying to gain his attention. I rubbed my crotch, my ass, and my legs. His empty hand moved to his crotch and he started rubbing himself. I am not a dancer but I had watched videos trying to learn. Thinking back now, I probably looked like an idiot, but it's the thought that counts right?

When the song came to an end I kneeled in front of him and slipped my hand inside the silk boxers. I fished out his half hard cock and slowly stroked it. Damn alcohol still had him limp. As I stroked him, I kissed his head and kneaded his balls with my other. I was never one to suck his cock, the thought of it disgusted me to be honest. He had tried to get me too in the past but I rebuffed him.

I knew that men liked it and for our anniversary I thought I would try it in order to please him. I even had taken some time to watch porn videos to learn how. I licked his shaft from base to tip, circled the head and then took it in my mouth being careful not to let my teeth scratch too hard. I will admit that me doing this and seeing my ability to cause him to swell was pretty hot and made me wet.

I knew I was doing it right when he began to move his hips in time with my downward stroke. I looked up and saw he had his head tilted back and his eyes closed. I reached a finger down between my legs and felt my wetness. I was turned on for sure. My nipples ached for attention, but I would have to stop and untie the bustier to get to them and right now wasn't the time.

Dustin leaned forward and I stopped for a moment hoping he wanted to take it to the bedroom. He reached for the damn unopened beer can, popped the top, sat back and took a long drink. He said 'Ahhhh, that's good'. Was he meaning me or the beer? His hand then went to my head and pushed me further down his cock. I resumed my blowjob wondering now if I had made a mistake.

His hand gripped my hair and he began to thrust his hips. He was rock hard and I wanted to go to the bedroom and have him inside me. I tried to pull my head up, but he pressed me back down. The head of his dick hit the back of my throat and I gagged.

"That's right bitch, swallow my cock!"

He was thrusting harder now, his pubic bone was smashing my nose. I struggled to breath and was pushing against his thighs, fighting for air. I tried to tell him to stop but it was just mumbled noise. I was getting face fucked and had lost all control of the situation. I wasn't turned on anymore, this is not what I had wanted. He kept mumbling but I couldn't understand what he was saying. My eyes burned as did my throat. I was choking and suffocating and thought I would pass out.

"You needed this didn't you? You slut...take my cock. I always knew you were a cock hungry whore."

Slut? Whore? He had never called me anything like that before, no one had. What the fuck? He was the only one I had ever been with, how could I have been a whore or slut? I was his wife and I had done all of this for him...but yet I was a cock hungry whore?

I felt his dick get harder in my mouth and then a flood of cum filled my mouth and throat. I gagged and wretched as the hot liquid filled me. I swallowed instinctively and almost threw up. I felt his lasts spurts fill my mouth as the room darkened around me.

Suddenly I could breath again and was gasping for life. His dick was gone and I lay there on the floor unable to move for the longest time. I sensed, rather than saw, him get up crush his can and toss it on the table. He belched and stepped over my weak and semi conscious body.

"That was good babe, thanks. Dad said all women were just a bunch of gold digging cum dumpsters....guess he was right." He walked down the hall and closed the bedroom door. I was in a state of shock and felt so degraded and humiliated. I was crushed and felt dead inside. Whatever love I had for him was gone and I struggled trying to get my thoughts in order. My mind was racing and so many feelings coursed through me. As soon as my breathing came under control I started quietly sobbing. This isn't what I signed up for. I had planned the night to end with he and I making love, instead I had been subject to his abuse and degradation.

I was getting set in my mind to pack up and leave but I would be on my own. I had to get a plan and trying to figure out money on a Walmart salary was difficult to say the least. Then a few months later, Dustin's dad died with a coronary. There was a life insurance policy that Dustin was a part of, being an only child. I still wanted to leave. We hardly ever had sex after that night and when we did he was drunk and most of the time he couldn't remember anything.

I convinced Dustin to take some of the money and move over to the next town to find a place of our own. I thought that maybe if we left and started knew things could be different. We found a small starter home, put some money down and closed within 45 days.

The day we were looking at the house I saw the guy across the street. He was out on his mower without a shirt. He was older, I guessed early 40's and old enough to be my father but he was in great shape. His chiseled chest and abs revealed that he stayed in close contact with a gym. I watched as he got off the mower and saw that his back was as well defined as his front. He was about 6 foot, I am guessing 200 pounds and was very fit and well toned.

The sun was bearing down and it was hot. I could see, even from the distance, the sweat glistening off his skin. I couldn't tell if he could see me because he had these dark wrap around sunglasses. His tight jeans hugged his legs and ass like a glove. The sweat had formed a ring of wetness around his waist and he wore his jeans tucked inside his work boots. He looked like a dream and I could feel a tingle between my legs that I had never felt before. That night in the shower my mind kept drifting to him. I took the hand held shower nozzle down and set the head to pulse.

As I gently waved the water across my pussy, I closed my eyes and pretended it was him. I kept picturing him all sweaty in his jeans and soon I was cumming. It seemed that he became an object of my fantasies and every time I needed to get myself off, he had replaced the faceless man I would normally fantasize about.

Our offer on the house was accepted and I was looking forward to getting away from all of the bad memories of the trailer. The day finally came when we moved in. Dustin had some of his friends come to the trailer to help us load. They spent most of the time laughing, drinking beer and assing around as usual. I had to go into bitch mode to get them to do anything. Dustin wasn't much help and even chastised me in front of them for being too bossy. I explained that I was just trying to get the show on the road and that it was going to be a long day as it was.

The move to the new house was a little over an hour away. I had loaded the suv with boxes of clothes and things that would fit while Dustin and his buddies loaded the moving van with furniture. His buddies road together separately and agreed to meet us. They took their sweet time and ended up lost. Dustin and I pulled up and began the task of unloading it ourselves. I was in the house when I heard voices outside.

Thinking the dipshits had finally arrived, I walked outside to direct the crew on where to put stuff. My mouth dropped open when I saw him up close. I was never really into older men but he was an exception. The way he talked and carried himself was confident, but not arrogant. I could tell he was a gentleman and seemed to be able to handle any situation that would come along. His tee shirt hugged his chest and I could see he had strong arms. His tight jeans showed off his firm ass and the slight bulge in the front made me want to throw my legs around his waist. As I tried to check him out without making it obvious I could feel myself getting damp. He was even so much better looking up close. I needed to get a grip on myself. Here I was lusting after my new neighbor and we haven't even spoken.

He was offering his hand to me and smiled making eye contact for the first time. Dustin was introducing us and when he took my hand I nearly melted. I felt such a strong wave rush through me when I felt his large hand take mine gently to shake. I stood there just holding his hand for a little longer than was necessary but I didn't want to let it go. My knees felt weak and rubbery, his lips were turned up into a smile and his eyes seemed to bore straight into my soul. I wished I had time to go change my panties as they were thoroughly soaked and I was concerned that my wetness would become visible.

I didn't say anything except 'Hi it is nice to meet you' as my mouth had gone dry. I was attracted to him in a way I had never been attracted to anyone else before. I could look at him forever and stole glances at him as he helped Dustin carry in the furniture. His body moved in such a deliberate way that he had control over every muscle. I was so disappointed when Dustin's friends finally arrived and he left. As I watched him walk back across the street to his house, I felt empty and alone inside.

I told Dustin to invite him over and I would cook dinner to repay him for his help next weekend. When Dustin said he agreed to come to dinner, I almost screamed in delight and felt myself get wet all over again. I had to hide my excitement so as not to draw any suspicion from Dustin. I had never felt this way about anyone ever before. I was unsure where all of this was coming from and thought for hours about this energy that he projected.

Later after everyone had left and Dustin had drank himself to sleep, I went on the back porch after my shower. Dustin hadn't connected the shower nozzle yet so I went without during my shower. As I sat in the cool night air in just a tee shirt and my panties, I thought about him once again and how hot he looked earlier in the day. I wondered what he was doing, what the inside if his house must look like and if he slept naked or wore clothes. My fingers slipped into the waist band of my panties and sure enough, I was soaked once again.

I let my fingers circle my clit and slowly probe the folds of my labia. The heat was pouring out of me down there. I leaned my head back on the chair and hooked my left leg over the arm. My fingers slowly worked over my pussy. Usually I can get off fairly quickly, but this time I leisurely rubbed my lips, pulling them apart and then rubbing them together. I was enjoying the thought of him and wanted this to last. I closed my eyes and pretended it was his hand that was playing with me. I thought about him teasing me with his thick strong fingers and inserting them into my tiny hole. I rubbed and teased my lips, edging myself closer and closer to an orgasm.

My free hand went beneath my shirt and squeezed my breasts. I imagined his strong hands man handling them and pulled on my rock hard nipples. I thought about what his mouth would feel like sucking on them...God how I wanted him to suck on them so badly. What would it feel like for him to finger me and suck on my nipples at the same time? My whole body trembled at the thought.

I pictured him naked to the waist, his shirt off and his chest covered in sweat. I tried to imagine him leaning in for a kiss and wondered what his kiss would feel and taste like. Soon my legs began to shake and I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a scream as my juices flooded over my fingers and hand. My whole body shook with the most powerful orgasm I have ever had. My orgasm just kept coming in waves. I thought that I would let him do anything he wanted to me and I wanted to give myself over to him completely. I had never surrendered myself completely to anyone before...or ever wanted to until now. My pussy wanted to call the shots.

Soon my orgasm subsided. I was soaked both with my juices and sweat. I was a total wreck and needed another shower, but I was suddenly overtaken with fatigue and wanted sleep. I got up out of the chair and decided to go to bed. As I lay there in the darkness of my bed I thought of him once again and I imagined laying next to him. Listening to Dustin snore, I wondered if he did. I have never wanted anything or anyone as bad as I wanted him at the moment. I thought about what would happen if I snuck out of the house, hopped his fence, rung his doorbell and said 'Take me'. I was losing it and had to laugh at myself. What would he ever want with me? I thought. The last thing I remembered before drifting to sleep was being happy that I would get to see him again Saturday.