Ever have those neighbors? The ones that seem not quite right for each other, she's pretty hot, he's a good guy but you just know your cock would fit so good between her legs. You can close your eyes, picture her naked body beneath you, your cock sliding so strongly into her body, her face clenched, her mouth wide open, head thrown back, just on the verge of screaming your name, praising your cock, begging for it, to fuck her so hard and make her cum again and again that you chub when the thoughts of her cross your mind.
Well, I have had those neighbors for the past 3-years now. Chris, my wife has gotten to be very good friends with Joan. Joan is substantially smaller than my wife, standing about 5'5", weighing only 115 pounds. She is small breasted, working out often at the club with Chris. Her husband Ed works in an office, and his body reflects that. At 6'1", he weighs a chubby 225 pounds. Ed and I chat often, play some hoops at the local recreation center, some golf, and even bat the ball around on the tennis court. We play cards as a couple, have barbeques, and spend time together like any neighbors. They come over with their kids during the summer months to enjoy our pool.
A quick description will help. I am large. Standing 6'6" tall, 54-inch chest, 40-inch waist. I regularly work out, run 6-days per week, and maintain my weight at 245 lbs. Chris is my lust, standing 6'1", a lithe chiseled 165 lbs, 36-B breasts, with legs and an ass that will melt your heart, she enters and competes in many regional body building competitions. Most important to me, she is a gifted athlete, with a competitive fire unsurpassed in many ladies. We have been married for 29-years.
Chris and I have our secrets, we have on occasion had extra curricular sexual adventures. These have been very discrete, and satisfying. Both of us have voracious sexual drives, demanding and needing sex on a very regular basis. We have never had relationships without the other knowing or approving.
I have noticed the looks Joan gives my wife on numerous occasions while we swim or relax around the pool. Even Chris has noticed, and purposefully played on occasion, providing a glimpse of her body in various ways. Chris will caress of a hardened nipple, provide a wide legged pose while getting up or sitting on the lounge chair. Joan has noticed, her eyes diverting quickly to watch Chris, followed by a demure smile. On several occasions, Chris has played with me while I eat her cleanly shaven cunt, calling me Joan, telling me how she would love Joan's soft lips licking sucking her cunt, how she enjoys a female tongue once in awhile. She has got off while calling Joan's name. While giving me head, she will ask if I want Joan, telling me to close my eyes, see Joan sucking my cock head into her mouth as she licks the eye, followed quickly by slamming my cock deep into her throat. I do believe Joan has become a target for us. With summer here, we will have many occasions to see her around the pool.
And this morning, first day for the pool, Chris has told me she plans on seducing her, showing her her body, taking a commanding role in getting into her bed. This has not helped me either. Already daily, I want to walk over there, throw Joan down on the floor just inside their door, pull her shorts down, rip her panties from her body, push her legs wide, slide my hands down her open thighs, allow my thumbs to stroke along her slit, pulling the lips open to expose her clit. Instantly, her clit engorges, her juices come from nowhere to coat her lips as I lower my mouth, sucking her clit between my teeth, grabbing it firmly, and thrashing her hard, mashing the sensitive nub between my teeth. I want to hear her scream my name, curse me as her voice changes, growing almost silent as her hips lurch to me offering her exposed cunt to my mouth. I want to look in her face, see her wild eyes searching, wide, losing focus as I chew on her clit, pushing the first of my fingers into her hole.
But I am getting ahead of my self. She's a mom, two small kids, one only months old. I bet her tits are still full of milk, lactating, her nipples very sensitive. My mind regresses.
I remember 2-years back, about 3am in the morning, glancing into their bedroom across the fence from our guest bedroom, to see her rocking her baby boy attached to her tit, sucking for his breakfast. I stood in the darkness, watching her, my cock growing hard. As she finished, she pulled the baby up to her shoulder to burp the kid as many a parent will do. Surprisingly, she left the tit free. In just a moment, Ed kneeled beside her, leaned in, and sucked the tit into his mouth. Wrapping his fingers around the flesh, he pulled the tit up, his cheeks hallowed by the sucking. He was drinking her milk, his baby's milk. Seconds passed, my cock chubbed in my boxers. I reached to stroke it, watching them in the darkness. With his mouth firmly planted on the exposed tit, Joan pulled the robe open, exposing the remaining tit. Cupping it, she offered it to Ed, her finger rolling over the nipple. This tit looked full. Ed moved very quickly, taking the engorged puffy nipple into his mouth, his lips clamping on her flesh. I looked to Joan's face, a soft smile crossed her lips as she caressed his face gently. Minutes passed, Ed nursed.
Fuck my cock was hard. I had never thought about sucking a lactating tit. I wondered if Joan's cunt throbbed, if anything sexual burned between her legs. Ed disappeared from view, Joan handing the baby to him. For the next minute or two, Joan caressed her tits, rolling the nipples gently between her fingers. Ed reappeared, dropped between her legs, opened her robe and kneeled between her open legs. The window sill was too high for my viewing, but I could see the top of his head. Her fingers laced into his locks, pulling his head tighter to her. Her head thrown back, she writhed softly, her face growing more contorted, more clenched as her orgasm approached. I could read her lips as she screamed "I'm cumming". Ed continued for several more minutes. Joan's breathing seemed to return to normal.
What happened next still is burned in my brain. Ed stood, moved to the side of the rocking chair, pulled out his hard cock, and stepped to Joan. She opened her mouth, grabbed his hip, and pulled him to her. His cock slid into her open mouth. I watched mesmerized as she took his entire length, her mouth flush against his body. I noted how easily she accomplished this, wishing it was my cock sliding so easily into her mouth. My wife always had a hard time getting my cock completely into her mouth. As Ed pulled back, I looked to see if I could tell if he was big or not. Joan's hand wrapped around the shaft, flush against his body. Clearly, the head extended beyond her palm. If her hand was 4-inches across, he must be about 7-inches. Not bad, but not as big as mine. Her hand wrapped easily around the shaft, telling me he was not too thick. God I wanted to shove my cock into her face, to give her my man meat.
His hands grabbed the back of her head, pulling her hard to his body. Humping, he fucked her face, exploding into her mouth. Joan swallowed every drop. I was impressed. My cock exploded, starting to shoot cum everywhere. I covered the head, catching my blasts in my palm. God I was horny at that time.
A deep breath taken, an adjustment to my package, I jumped back to the present. With my mind returning to the moment, I headed off to the kitchen to talk with Chris. "Morning babe," I called, entering the kitchen. 'I so love Saturday mornings," I continued. Chris was fixing breakfast, dressed in her cotton pj shorts and top. I walked to her, pulling my body flush to her backside. I saddled against her, twisting my hips playfully. "God I would love to stick my cock into your very wet cunt," I whispered hoarsely.
