Voyeur Neighbor Returns for a Visit

This is story #30 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Trish Part 2

In early March one year, I was out in my parking space in front of my townhouse on a Saturday, late afternoon, washing my car. I heard a car horn honk, and I turned to see Trish, my old neighbor whom I had some limited fun with about a year prior.

She waved to me, then rolled down her window.

"Hey stranger," I called out. "How ya been?"

I began to walk over toward her, and she smiled and said, "just in town visiting my sister this weekend, thought I'd swing by and say hello. Glad I caught you at home."

"Me too," I replied. "The neighborhood isn't the same without you, especially in the morning."

She laughed, "Oh I'm sure you keep busy without me."

"Want to stop by for a drink tonight?" I asked. "Catch up a little? I'd love to hear what you've been up to."

"Sure!" she said, enthusiastically. "How's seven o'clock?"

"Perfect, see you then."

I knew why she was coming. We were barely friends, and hadn't communicated once in the eight or nine months since she left.

Right on time, my bell rang, and I ushered Trish into my house. She looked great and smelled wonderful, her hair slightly wet from a recent shower I presumed. Trish had beautiful blond hair that she normally wore down. Tonight, though, she wore her hair in a ponytail.

She knew her way around because she used to live in the identical house right next door, so I didn't need to show her around. We went all the way up to the top level, where these nice units had a small loft sitting area with a gas fireplace.

We sat and chatted a bit, then I went down the small spiral staircase and grabbed a nice bottle of red and two glasses. Trish sat on the small loveseat, and I resumed my seat in the recliner where I often sat to read.

Trish shared that she was doing well, having partnered with a friend at a salon near the beach, and their business was booming with mostly vacationers that needed service while away and willing to pay more than usual. She was good with money, her son spent time with her ex frequently, so she had some free time on occasion, including this weekend.

After about thirty minutes, I stood up and walked toward the fireplace.

I said to Trish, "I'm gonna turn on the fireplace since it's getting a little chilly. Then I'm gonna sit next to you and kiss you, then you're gonna suck my dick."

She laughed slightly, and said, "Oh really? Am I now?"

I turned on the flame and replaced the screen, saying, "Yes, you are."

I turned and looked her dead in the eye, then unbuttoned my shorts.

I paused and said, "Or you can leave right now. But you won't, because this is what you came for."

Trish made no move, her legs still crossed, she took a sip of her wine and stared right back at me. I walked toward her, took her wine glass and sat it on the end table, then moved in to kiss her.

We hadn't previously kissed, which was odd considering she jerked me off and blew me, and we masturbated in front of each other, but we had never kissed.

Trish had thin lips, the opposite of what we guys refer to as "blow job lips," but her kissing was off the charts. Given her marital status, she likely hadn't kissed anyone in a long time, and after a tentative start, our tongues were dancing in unison and it was getting hot and heavy.

I reached for her hip, and with a slight tug, I guided her onto my lap, straddling me. We continued kissing and she grinded her pussy against my crotch as my hands went to that big, fine ass of hers.

After a few minutes, my hands moved to her hips, and with slight pressure, I began to push her off of me and downward, my legs parting slightly as I did so. My message was clear: it was time for her to get busy.

Trish complied, sinking to her knees and working my shorts all the way off. My cock sprung free and she grabbed it, squeezing it with her hand and leaning forward to lick the precum off the head. Trish spent the next few minutes kissing, licking and lightly sucking my head, shaft and balls, keeping her eyes on mine for the most part as she orally made love to my cock.

Trish then took my cock into her mouth, the head and the first three inches or so, and she bobbed on it while working the rest of my shaft with her hands. Recalling how she shook her head "no" when I had asked her to deep-throat her dildo when we interacted through the window months ago, I decided to force the issue a bit.

With my hands on her head, I pushed my cock further and further into her throat with each thrust. Normally I might just ram the whole thing down as I had done to many others previously, but for no particular reason, I held back.

It turned out to be the right move, because my entire length ultimately found its way down her throat, and when her nose finally pressed up against my abdomen, she looked up at me with pride. I was enjoying it thoroughly, and watching her intently as she worked her magic on me.

She then pulled back and let my cock fall from her mouth, and said, "Oh my God I've never been able to do that before. That was so hot," she finished, breathlessly.

"Well done," I answered. "You're a natural."

Trish looked up at me and asked, "Will you eat my pussy?"

I nodded, "Of course, I can't wait."

"Will you fuck me too? Please? Will you fuck me from behind?"

I loved where this was going. In the almost ten years (at that moment in time) that I had been single, I had dated or otherwise been with about three dozen women, many of them also separated/divorced. Most of the "recently single" variety all had the same playbook.

Marriages don't fail overnight. Usually there is a year or more of building pressure and unhappiness, which usually means no sex for that last year or two of marriage. Then the newly single phase, where most women are reluctant to jump into bed with the first guy they meet (unlike men).

When I first met Trish nine months prior, she was recently separated, and all she would do was jerk me off and blow me. No sex, because she "didn't know me very well."

But now that she was probably two or more years from her last sexual intercourse, she needed it. She didn't know me any better now than she did then.

I have no doubt why she was in my development earlier in the day. She wasn't just looking to say "hello." She needed to get fucked, and given our history, limited as it was, I was her safest choice.

I answered her question by saying, "Oh I'll fuck you all kinds of ways. But it will be on my terms. Understood?"

Trish nodded lustfully as I guided my cock back into her mouth and she resumed sucking me off. There was no eye contact or "romance" of any kind. She now was on a mission to get fucked, and she knew the only way for that to happen was suck my cock until I was pleased.

Much as I wanted to come in her mouth, I decided to save that for later. I grabbed her hand and helped her up, pulling her toward me for another kiss, then to a full standing position as I remained seated.

"Take this off," I said, tugging on her top, then I began to unbutton her jeans as her hands went to the buttons of her blouse.

Her top hit the floor just as she stepped out of her jeans, and her little thongs followed, a matching hot pink bra not far behind.

Trish stood naked before me, her tits smallish but nice, and the same heart shaped, light blond bush that I recalled from the prior year. Surprising given her age (41). Just about anyone under 50 was shaved bare these days.

"Lay down on the rug," I instructed her.

My loft had a plush throw rug in front of the fireplace, a perfect place for what was about to happen.

Trish complied, laying on her back and opening her legs slightly, then running her hand between her legs and sliding a finger up and down her wet slit.

"Did that make you wet?" I asked.

"Mmmmm yes," she answered. "I forgot how delicious that big cock is."

I got down on my knees and got between her legs, my finger joining hers, then probed her opening while she rubbed her clit.

Trish gasped as my finger entered her, although I knew from a first-hand account that she has a large dildo to stretch her pussy. Still, the touch of real human skin has that effect.

I leaned in and took a long, broad lick of her pussy, causing her to shudder. A few passes in this manner, and I switched to the tip of my tongue, flicking her clit as I added a second finger inside of her.

She was definitely on edge, as I didn't need to pull out any out of the ordinary tricks. A few licks of her cunt and focus on her clit, and before long she grabbed my head and held me still as her orgasm pulsed through her body.

I held still as she came down, then flipped her over onto her stomach. She wanted to fuck, but I wanted to explore her some more.

I began massaging her ass cheeks, my thumbs on her cheeks near the crack, and as I massaged, I pulled her cheeks a bit more open each time. Over several minutes, she started to squirm again, lifting her hips a bit more with each squeeze of my hands on her cheeks, until finally she had raised her hips, her torso still against the floor, and her pussy and asshole exposed to me.

I leaned forward and took another long lick of her cunt, then sucked her labia into my mouth, eating her pussy from behind, my nose buried in her asshole. I released her labia and again tongue fucked her, I could feel that she had snaked a hand beneath her body and was fingering her clit as I continued.

As I felt her approaching another orgasm, I replaced my tongue with two fingers, jamming them inside her again and moving my tongue to her asshole. She reacted by thrusting her hips back, signaling her approval and requesting that I continue my oral assault on her.

I obliged her, and within another minute, Trish gasped, "Oh God, I'm coming again.

Don't stop, oh God yessssssss!!"

As requested, I didn't stop, slowing down only as Trish collapsed to the floor, forcing my face out from between her legs.

Trish was a limp noodle, face down on the throw rug and laying completely flat on the floor. I moved on top of her, my knees on either side of her thighs, and I ran my shaft along the wet crack of her ass.

Her hips raised off of the floor slightly, just enough for me to reposition my cock between her legs, and with a slight push forward, the head of my dick popped into her vagina.

"Jesus Christ," she moaned, her voice muffled since her face was buried in the rug.

I held still, just the tip of my cock inside her.

"How long has it been?" I asked her.

Her head came up and she turned toward me slightly.

"Probably three years. Maybe more. Go slow and gentle, at first. Your dick is way bigger than any I've had. I'll let you know when to let loose."

Apparently, Trish forgot our little understanding from just moments earlier, when she agreed that sex would be on my terms. It's not usually my style to let the woman call the shots, sexually.

So, I ignored her request. Placing my hand on the back of her neck, I forced Trish's face back into the rug, then used that leverage to ram my entire length into her.

Trish screamed a muffled, "Holy Fuck!!" as I buried myself into her completely, her glorious, big round ass quivering as she shook with pain and pleasure. I didn't wait for her to adjust, and began pounding away with brute force.

Her generous ass cheeks made waves with each stroke, and her hip action met my thrusts despite her earlier cries.

I released my grip on her neck, and Trish turned her head to look at me, then said, "Yesssss, you are fucking me so good."

I pulled out, momentarily to her dismay, and grabbed her hips and pulled her onto all fours. I plowed into her in one thrust, grabbing her hips and creating a steady rhythm. Trish threw her ass back at me with equal force, and the waves on her ass cheeks continued to her lower back, testifying to the force we were generating.

Letting go of her hips, I reached up and grabbed her hair by the pony tail, which only caused to increase her passionate thrusting. A rougher tug on her hair and hard slap on the ass got her talking.

"Oh yes, fuck me good, your cock feels so good, pull my hair and keep fucking me."

Trish's fine ass was a sight to behold, and I was getting ready to come after about five minutes of fucking her in this manner.

I changed things up, letting go of her ponytail and gripping her hair by the roots on the top of her scalp, I yanked her head back, then twisted her head slightly.

"Look at me," I ordered.

Our eyes met as my assault continued but neared its conclusion.

"Do you want my cum?"

Trish bit her lip and nodded her head.

"Yes, please come in me, really pound me and force yourself into me when you come."

I maneuvered myself up into a standing position with Trish still on her hands and knees. She wanted a rough pounding, so I was going to oblige her. I wailed away on her, grabbed her by the shoulders and fucked her as hard as I could with maximum leverage by being on my feet.

With a roar I rammed my cock into her as far as it would go, holding her tight and unleashing my load into her tight pussy.

Trish felt it an announced her own orgasm, her third or fourth of the evening.

"Oh fuck I'm coming again, I can feel you throbbing!"

When I was spent, my cock fell out of her with a wet plop, and I laid down next to her limp body. Both of us wiped out from an intense sex session.

After about ten minutes, we gathered ourselves up. I asked if she wanted to stay a while, and she agreed. I got her some comfortable clothes - a t-shirt and a pair of my daughters sweatpants - and we retired to the main living area and threw the TV on, along with a refill of our drinks.

We weren't a couple, so we didn't snuggle up on the couch next to each other, but we were side by side, feet up on the same ottoman as we relaxed on my big sectional sofa. Our toes would touch occasionally in a familiar, comfortable way.

We weren't really friends, our sole interaction being the removal of a dead squirrel from her yard, then some mutual masturbation and a quick blowjob many months before.

Nonetheless, we were able to have an easy conversation. The awkwardness of the situation, now that the hormones had calmed down, was easing with each passing minute. We chatted more about our kids and jobs and families etc., all very standard and boring.

"How long you in town?" I asked her after about twenty minutes of chit chat.

"Just until around dinner tomorrow," she answered. "It's about a 2-hour drive and I have to pick up my son."

I had reached over and started rubbing my hand up and down her thigh as we talked, and as I inched closer to the area between her legs, she began to squirm and gyrate her hips a bit.

"You wanna go again?" I asked her.

"No offense," she answered, leaning over and rubbing my hardening cock through my shorts, "But I didn't stick around just for the scintillating conversation."

I laughed as I moved in on her, my hand finding its way under the waistband of the sweatpants she was wearing and her skimpy thong. Her legs opened and my fingers found her wet center, moist with my cum from earlier and her new arousal.

I fingered her for a bit, then withdrew my hand, and in short order she was naked on my couch, her smallish tits heaving and her legs spread wide open.

After I had undressed her, I stood and removed my own clothes, dropping my shorts and pulling my shirt up over my head. My cock was fully hard, the result of the last few minutes of petting. Trish leaned forward a bit and grabbed my dick with both hands, pumping it slowly.

"A client of mine, Monica, was telling me about her new boyfriend and how big his dick is. She said it was seven and half inches and pretty thick. I said, 'honey, they grow 'em a lot bigger than that!' She thought I was kidding when I said I knew a guy with one that was over eight inches and seven inches thick."

I answered, "Why don't you take a pic and show her?"

"You'd let me do that?"

"Well," I said, "as long as my face isn't in the picture, what would I care? Sewing tape is in the kitchen drawer next to the stove."

Trish let go of my dick and ran to the kitchen, her round ass jiggling as she ran with a giggle. She fished around and found the tape, then walked back smiling as I assumed her prior position on the couch.

As she had done several months ago, Trish got between my legs and worked me to full hardness with her mouth and hands. When I was at maximum, she employed the tape measure and asked me to hold it while she took a pic, then did the same with the circumference. Everything checked out -- just over eight and a half inches long, seven inches around. At least I wasn't getting shorter with age, not yet anyway.

Trish put the tape to the side, then leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, the tip of it licking a drop of pre-cum off of the head of my dick, and she took another pic.

"To verify authenticity" she said laughing.

All well and good, but I was done playing. After a few pix, I grabbed her phone and set it aside, then pulled Trish to me and onto my lap, impaling her on my dick. Her head flew back with a groan and she immediately began to grind on me, her hips working back and forth frantically. I grabbed onto her ample asscheeks and held on while she worked me feverishly.

For five minutes Trish grinded on me, getting off at least twice that I could tell, and finally went limp, collapsing onto me.

I stood up, easily holding her with her legs wrapped around my waist, and turned around, placing her down so that she was now on the sofa. I withdrew my dick and had her spread her legs wide. Grabbing her phone, I put it on video mode, then filmed as the head of my cock parted her lips and slowly disappeared inside her.

Her moans were audible on the video as I withdrew slowly, letting my cock bob in the air as it throbbed, the blue vein running down the side, very pronounced. I thrust back in with more force, causing her to cry out once more, then again and again, increasing my pace with each thrust.

I spoke into the phone: "Is this getting you off, watching me fuck your slut friend Trish with my big cock? She's a fucking big cock whore, and I'll bet you are too."

Trish reached out and took the phone from me, and was now filming the action from her point of view. Her legs were up in the air and my cock was pounding her pussy.

Trish whispered into the phone, "Oh God, Monica, he's fucking the shit out of me. I've come probably ten times and I'm getting so sore. Wait until you see how much he comes."

As I approached my orgasm, Trish whispered, "come on me."

I nodded, then pulled out. My cock bobbed once, then my cum shot out, the first shot nearly hitting her phone as it landed on her chin, the remainder splattering all over her tits, stomach and pussy. I took the phone back from Trish and finished the video as she rubbed my cum into her skin and fingered herself to another orgasm as she did so.

When we were spent, I stopped the video and handed Trish her phone back.

"Send me a copy of that please?" I asked.

Trish nodded and said, "Monica isn't gonna believe this; she's gonna be so jealous."

She was typing on her phone and I heard the "swoosh" of a message being sent.

"Did you just send that to her?" I asked.

"Yep, the video and the pics."

Trish and I got dressed and plopped back onto the couch to finish the bottle of wine we had opened. Trish only put on her little thongs and my oversized T-shirt.