My Neighbor Part 12

Author's Note: Hey there folks. I just wanted to give a notice about the weird chronological order for My Neighbor. Part 10 exists but has somehow ended up as the start of the series. I've tried to as Literotica a bunch of times to fix this, but they haven't yet. I have no idea when this will be fixed, so I figured I'd address it right here just so you know.

Take care. Happy reading.

*

It was the next morning, and I was restless with anticipation and desire. Anxious, with a little shame in there. Was I truly so gung-ho about Louise actually fucking another man? Yes, yes I was. In the middle of the night, I received a phone call. I knew we had agreed to keep in touch, but something told me this phone call was not all that intentional.

At the time, groggy from sleep, I hadn't fully realized what was happening. I answered and all I heard soft rhythmic sounds and the pleasured moans of a woman who no doubt belonged to my wife Louise. I heard grunts and the slapping of flesh, the slickness. Then the realization sunk in, and a familiar excitement roused within my balls. I tore down my pants and started frantically jerking off with Tony's deep growls in the background as he made sure to ravage her. Oh, how good it sounded. Nothing was said, but just hearing the rustling and moaning had me shooting ropes in no time, trying to be as silent as possible.

I heard Tony pant and some more rustling. He had just finished. Just when I came, Tony planted his seed in a condom inside my wife in some tent away at a school camping trip. Then the line broke. Oh, how that had stirred my desire. The seed had been sown, the act done. And now she was full with another man's cock. What a thrilling thing to think of. It had happened so many times, yet it hit just the same. Louise had so boldly pursued her plan that she had actually, without any sort of reservations, hooked up with Tony with so many people around her. God, I just hope they managed to keep it discreet and safe.

So back to the

'next morning.'

I decided to call Louise. We were to keep in contact anyway, but I also wanted her to know how hot I found our little butt-dial had been.

"So..." Louise asked, knowing immediately what I wanted. "I saw I had called you... did you enjoy that? Sorry about the butt-dial."

"Yes..." I said, chuckling. "More than enjoyed..."

"Really? I was worried we'd run into trouble, on account of what happened last time," Louise began. "You got hard listening to the sounds of another man ravishing me?"

"Yes," I admitted, my arousal returning, just thinking about the whole thing.

"Are you mad?" she asked.

"No."

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes!" I gasped, the words roaring through me before I could stop them, feeling both relief and embarrassment at how bluntly I was honest.

"We didn't record," Louise said. A pit formed in my stomach as she informed me. "How does that make you feel?"

"Anxious," I chuckled.

Louise was giggling too as her voice came through, "In a bad way, or a good way?"

"In a good way. Who'd think."

"Hahaha, I like that. As long as you enjoy my infidelity to that extent, who cares what a cuck like you thinks anyway?" Louise chuckled. "Too far?" she asked after.

"No... not at all," I muttered, closing my eyes at the humiliation.

"But there's something I gotta tell you," Louise muttered, suddenly sounding very serious. I waited in anticipation as Louise seemed to hesitate. "I... let Tony finish inside of me. Without a condom."

I gulped and felt my heart skip a beat. Then a surge of excitement rushed through me. I couldn't believe it, but hearing her say those words had my cock rock hard in seconds. Louise had let him cum inside her, which meant there was a very real chance that she was going to become pregnant. I knew it was fucked up, and that life shouldn't be toyed with in such a way, but Tony's virility and the fact that she had allowed him to finish inside of her was enough to make me weak in the knees. Just the thought that she had not only forsaken the condom rule but also let Tony finish inside of her...

"John? Are you there?" Louise asked.

"Yeah, I'm here," I said, my voice trembling. "Are you sure you're not just messing with me?"

"I would never lie about something like this, John," Louise said. "I let him cum inside of me. I'm stupid, I know, I should've been more careful. I wasn't thinking straight, and now there's a good chance that I'm going to become pregnant. It's so messed up."

My cock twitched at the thought. The idea of Louise becoming pregnant with Tony's baby was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. I couldn't believe it, but the thought of Louise getting pregnant by another man was enough to make my cock harder than it had ever been before.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to deal with whatever happens," I said, trying to sound calm and collected. "I mean, there is a chance we're lucky with the timing right?"

Louise let out a sob. I knew she wasn't crying, that wasn't her, but a labored sigh came through still. "Perhaps. I'll know next week... I'm supposed to have my period then, so if it doesn't show up, we're in trouble."

I felt my heart skip another beat as I imagined Louise's womb filled with his fat, potent spunk. "Well, let's hope for the best," I said, my mind racing. I wasn't ready to face what I'd do if there was... offspring for lack of a better word.

Louise chuckled nervously, trying to make a joke of things, but it fell flat, as we were both too anxious. The line fell quiet between us before she broke the silence.

"Should I... should I avoid seeing Tony again?"

"Absolutely not," I blurted, the answer surprising even myself.

Louise chuckled between somewhat nervous and relief. "Ok..." she let the word roll a little too. "Ok. Then that's what we'll do, I guess. I'll just have to make sure to be extra careful. No sense in testing fate more than once."

"Right," I agreed, though inside my head was spinning as fast as a hyperactive hamster. "But be careful, okay?"

We were silent as we waited to say something further.

"Hmm, I figured... good," Louise sighed. "Well, I have to go take a shower and clean my sleeping mat and stuff. Have a nice day, love you."

"Love you too." I hung up, panting like crazy from what she had just told me. I had been so adamant about the condoms, yet Louise... I had to make sure she would go back to them, letting Tony have his way with her bare was too risky.

My mind was racing, thoughts swarming in circles, as I tried to imagine a life where Louise had conceived from another source than me. Would it be possible? It was so bad. Even the concept of my wife with a swollen belly was beyond disturbing and so shameful for me to find the concept of her being bred by Tony, far beyond sick and sinfully wrong, incredibly stimulating and arousing.

After one of my most shameful orgasms, the realization of the mental gymnastic routine my mind had to engage to actually enjoy the notion hit me with force, and I spent hours debating with myself in a mild existential panic. The reasons behind why I would even entertain this dark concept for pleasure was something I never fathomed, and quite honestly scared the shit out of me. Involving a child for the sake of recklessly exploring a fetish was not something I could justify. One thing is danger of this and that, but a living being, an innocent bystander to be the result of this sadomasochism...?

What sort of human, what sort of sick monster would get aroused at such a twisted idea? Wouldn't such a perversion just prove I was unsuited for life as a parent and was too disturbed to function as a healthy family should?

Despite all my worries and fears, the issue, if it occurred, was real, and no matter what I thought, it was too late. That made things quite difficult for the rest of the day. After the phone call and the odd thrill, I couldn't calm down, and there was nothing to do for me but wait and wonder and obsess. This went on, growing and growing, making me think all kinds of crazy thoughts.

Were we losing ourselves in this? Was it a mistake going back to this lifestyle? I knew it nagged on Louise for so long when we quit last time, and I knew that she said she wouldn't want to quit again once we got started again, but how would this work then? And I even started to wonder if I was losing Louise's respect by letting this happen, by lolling along with this. If it were to happen, what would be the right choice? Not for me, but that poor bastard who'd come from this reckless behavior. And with lack of respect, even darker thoughts came to mind...

I couldn't live with this situation. I needed to make sure that I had control over it, otherwise it would all go to hell. But how could I, when Louise was all the way up in the mountains camping?

At the moment, the actual thought of my wife being unfaithful and sleeping with someone else was a strange thing to find not only exciting and exhilarating, but almost a need in life. She already ignored the rules that she had put in place to include me. But there wasn't an ounce of dishonesty to her intent, as much as I wanted to believe there was. She did it to satisfy me, and then satisfy her. Louise simply knew which strings to pull.

I ate my breakfast and headed for work, Louise's teasing words ringing in my head. Anxiety, shame, lust, and sexual excitement danced around within me. The anticipation drove me mad. It was true; I found myself more and more aroused and curious by the fact Louise actually intended to continue and sate her and Tony's lust, as the days went by. I found myself not only encouraging it but yearning for it to happen. What was Louise going to say to Tony and how was Tony going to respond? I wasn't due to know in over a week.

I just hoped she'd be careful.

*

After Tony had left Louise's tent she found herself dead to the world. She was fast asleep until finally Emily gently rocked her sleeping body.

"Louise. Hey, Louise," Emily hissed gently. "It is getting pretty late, the breakfast is almost over."

"Huh, hmmm... Emily?" Louise opened her eyes to the smiling student's face. "How was your night? Slept well?" Louise asked groggily, wondering how much the French teen had heard or seen.

"What is that smell? It smells like bleach?" Emily said, frowning her nose.

"Ah... erh, I think my nail polish busted open last night. I was too tired to deal with it, but I guess I need to scrub this tent or something," Louise said, trying to make an excuse and not seem flustered at the same time.

Emily looked a bit suspicious, but she moved out nonetheless, and Louise heaved a sigh of relief. Hopefully, she hadn't overheard too much, and besides, maybe it hadn't sounded all that incriminating after all.

Louise decided to eat a short breakfast after everyone else as her urgent need of a shower was more pressing. While most of what Tony had left inside her had spilled into her sleeping mat and tent, she still had this nasty crust in and around her crotch she was dying to wash away. Louise couldn't stand being so filthy, silently cursing her lover of the night. If only he'd made an effort to finish outside then at least she wouldn't have her whole crotch dirtied up. However, that would mean her face, breasts and everything else would've been coated, and easily too judging by how much Tony had left in her.

Though wandering around with a fresh coat of Tony's genes on her face...

Why did she even ask him to cum inside of her? It was such a stupid risk to take, and yet it had felt so good at the time. How he flexed inside of her as he was overwhelmed, how Tony grunted and throbbed as Louise gave him so much pleasure. It was also the sense of how lost in the moment they were. She loved the feeling of his warm seed spilling inside of her, claiming her as his own. Perhaps it was something primal, or something instinctive, but Louise loved it whenever Tony would ravage her until complete completion. She could still feel it dripping out of her as she made her way back to the showers, her mind racing as she thought about her reckless behavior.

She was relieved to see that everyone else was busy eating their breakfast as she snuck off to the showers. She couldn't wait to get rid of the crust between her legs, but most of all, she needed to wash her pussy before she could do anything else. She had no idea how she had managed to sleep with such a mess between her legs, but here she was.

Louise quickly undressed and got under the warm stream of water, sighing in relief as she began to clean herself up. She couldn't believe how much crust had gathered around her pussy, it was almost like Tony had coated her entire crotch in his thick, sticky cum. It was so stubborn too, like it simply wouldn't go away with a simple splash or two. In some parts she had to direct the hose up close, which had a delightful twofold effect, along with some careful pressure with a washing cloth.

As she began to scrub away the mess, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the events of the night before. The feeling of Tony's thick cock finally stretching her open, the sound of his voice as he fucked her, the smell of his sweaty body, the way he dominated her and filled her up. It had been so fucking hot, and Louise was surprised to find herself getting aroused again. Tony being a dark silhouette in the night, in a tent with a bunch of people in close proximity, just thinking about the risk, the thrill, and the taboo of it all was enough to send shivers down her spine. Just thinking of that dark silhouette that continuously fucked her in such a risky spot, it was so devious and bad.

She began to rub her clit gently, imagining that it was Tony's big cock instead. He had felt so good inside of her, fucking her so good, and stretching her out in ways she never imagined. Barebacking her, having her raw. Louise could still feel his thick shaft pulsing inside of her, the way his balls had slapped against her ass as he pounded into her. Louise let out a soft moan as she rubbed her clit faster, imagining Tony's hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her from behind.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching the showers, and she quickly turned off the water, trying to remain quiet. She couldn't believe she had been so careless again, almost getting caught masturbating in the shower. What was wrong with her? She needed to be more careful, or else she was going to get herself into trouble.

Frustrated, Louise went for that aforementioned short breakfast, then set about seeing how she'd even be able to clean her sleeping bag, mat, and her part of the tent. Tony had not only filled Louise, but ruined her sleeping area, and the stench was unreal. Perhaps there was a hose long enough to wash everything off...

Luckily there was, so after spending a few hours up until afternoon washing, scrubbing, and hosing the tent, then hanging the mess up to dry, Louise went out to explore the local wildlife. Deciding she needed another wash after all that work, she took her towel and some soap, shoved them in her backpack, and headed off toward the trail.

But as Louise made her way down the small path, she received an eerie text message from John.

'I know we're not uspossed to talk about anything going on, but we needto talk,'

he wrote, his spelling all over the place. Louise had an inkling of what he wanted to discuss, her recklessness when it came to letting Tony just finish wherever he wanted, but reading those words was a testament to her own worries, fears, and even self-loathing.

She was a mess. A filthy mess, and now John probably worried about her behavior. Maybe this was a good thing? She was a mixed bag of feeling like a kid having been caught stealing and a tremendous amount of guilt that fucking Tony the way he preferred had taken priority over being sensible.

'You're right, we should talk. I'm sorry for what happened last night. I shouldn't have done that.'

She typed.

But John, the sensible darling he was, deemed this as not something to talk through over messages. He called.

"Hey babe," he said.

"Good afternoon," Louise muttered, feeling like shit.

"How are you holding up? With the camping?" he asked.

"It's good. Fun. The kids are having fun. But I miss you already."

"I miss you too, babe," John said, and it sounded sincere. "Listen, about Tony... finishing inside of you," he began, but Louise could hear the struggle. The embarrassment and the mind-laboring arousal that came with it. "We both know we're being sort of idiots here, letting a fetish take ahold of fateful decisions, but it can't happen again. If there are consequences from last night, we'll take it from there, but in the future, we need to be careful."

We. That was for some reason powerful for Louise. Despite how idiotic she had acted, and for no other reason than the thrill of exciting and good sex, John considered the two of them the item they were before all of this.

"So I think you guys need to either start using condoms-"

"No," Louse blurted out almost on instinct. She heard the sharp inhale from John and knew he loved it. But he was making sense, that was the problem. But Tony was hell-bent on not using condoms, and frankly; Louise was inclined to agree. "I mean, I won't go back to condoms, and I doubt Tony won't either. In fact, I know he won't so... sorry, but I won't either. I know the easy solution is to stop going on with this affair, but I... I'll have him finish other places."

"That was the other end of my suggestion... I mean, I hate to say this, but perhaps it would be better if Tony finished on your face... or if you want, like, in your ass or whatever," John said, sounding so bothered. It was kind of cute.

"I agree," Louise said, but wanting to end this on a more lighthearted note, she decided to tease him a bit. "So you want Tony to fuck my ass, then? Something I've never let you do?"

There was silence from the other end.

"Babe?" she teased.

"Sorry," John blurted. "Just thinking about it..."

"And?" Louise pressed, unable to believe her husband actually enjoyed this.

"Yes... I want him to fuck your ass," John muttered.

"What about my tits? My big mommy milkers that you love so much? You want him to creampie those, fill my cleavage with his reeking cum?"

"God, yes," John groaned. "I want him to cover you in his cum."

"Want him to breed these titties, make your wife a mess, stinking and dripping in his thick mess?" Louise teased.

John didn't respond, he simply groaned. Was that a faint sound of a belt buckle Louise heard?

Louise giggled, feeling the arousal building in herself despite this being just some fun to excite her loving husband. "Well, I'll make sure to let him know."

"Please do," John said. "And take care, ok? No more finishing inside of you. Promise me. And promise me you'll consider some... contraceptives. I know condoms suck ass, but we have to be careful so at least promise you'll consider them."

"I'll do that. For you. I promise," Louise said, feeling a bit deflated by the turn of their conversation. She liked the way it was going, but it made sense John wanted to hammer his points home. It was sensible for John to want to ensure Louise was responsible for her actions. They quickly hung up and Louise, having sort of wandered away from the trail, made her way back to the main path to her creek.

Louise found it quickly and walked along the path until she could hear the sound of running water. Finally. The natural pool came into view, and Louise picked her spot next to some rocks and laid out the large beach towel to sit and place her things upon.

As the natural pool was a relatively unknown area, Louise knew it to be an often abandoned site, meaning she would most likely be alone for at least a few hours, at least while the students did their activities.