I wrote this at the request of someone else. He asked that I describe a scenario in which his wife has sex with a neighbor. For that reason alone the action takes place in Southern California and as a consequence I have tried to stick to America spellings and turns of phrase. I hope you (and my collaborator and his wife) enjoy it.
*****
I have a problem. It's not a real bad problem, in fact there's a lot about it I really like.
I'm 5'10", 36DD, athletic and damned sexy, my blonde hair and green eyes keep the boys interested. Not that I need them, I have a man and our sex life was great. We live together in a south California condo, a month or so ago a neighbor came over and we all got a little drunk. I was in a pink tube top, mini skirt and no panties. Drinking really gets me horny and I was getting wet flashing my pussy at the neighbor, thinking my husband was unaware. Had they been sober they would have smelt how wet I was. My husband seemed to be the worst of us and he went to sleep it off. When he first went I thought it safer to ease off the flashing with just the two of us. I didn't intend to do more than tease the guy and later fuck my husband's brains out. But time went on and we were really getting along. My husband didn't seem in any hurry to return and I felt safe with my new best friend.
And I was still drinking and I was still horny. I loved flashing him earlier so, innocently at first I decided to just give him quick glimpses. The fact we were alone now made it all the more exciting and it wasn't long before I was just watching something big grow in his pants so I hitched up my skirt, pulled down my top and spread my legs. I loved being on display and when he told me how he thought I was one sexy slut I crawled over and pulled out his big hard cock and sucked it. None of this was supposed to happen, I love to tease, that's all. But tonight something in me snapped and it was like watching someone else. Like I wasn't in control. Pussy was purring and she knew what she wanted. Knowing my husband was in the next room just made it all the sexier and I released his cock from my mouth. He looked so disappointed I almost laughed, but I took hold of his cock and lowered myself onto it. That first illicit contact made my eyes roll back in my head. I was cheating. This was wrong, this was bad, but this felt so good. I rode him til he shot his load in me and came harder than I ever have before.
When my husband walked back in I thought I was busted but even that excitement gave my another small orgasm. He wasn't angry it turns out, at all. The lump in his shorts told a different story all together. The rest of the night is bit of a blur, there was lots more drinking and I got fucked by both guys together, my first and definitely not last threesome.
But here's my problem, I loved when I was cheating. I came hardest when it was forbidden and wrong. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, I love fucking and sucking and getting down and dirty with my husband. And I DEFINITELY want more threesomes with him, but I want the thrill of cheating. I can't stop thinking about fucking the neighbor again, when my husband won't catch us.
For the next two weeks I could think of little else than finding a way to cheat again. Every time my husband fucked me (and he can fuck me so well) I thought about our neighbor and how it felt to break my vows and it brought me squirting and screaming and squirming to thunderous climaxes. My husband loved this renewed enthusiasm I had. I had never squirted before and he thought it was all down to him. I couldn't tell him the truth, that would hurt him and hurt is never on the agenda. And that little secret, that white lie, made me feel so bad, and feeling bad made me feel so good. I HAD to do it again. My dreams were filled with me sneaking away on some made up errand while my gorgeous, fabulous husband sat at home oblivious to his wife's adulterous activities.
And then it happened.
Two weeks of trying to come up with an excuse, an opportunity, and the courage to act out my fantasy, my desires, my obsession. The text came through about 3 in the afternoon. There was a problem at my husband's works, deadlines were brought forward, things needed completing and my husband was going to be working late. For all of 30 seconds my heart sank, I hate eating alone and miss my husband's company. Then I realized, this was the chance I had longed for and my pussy immediately got wet. Could I do this? Could I really just go over to a mutual friend and fuck his brains out? It had to look, I don't know, accidental? Not planned, not intended, not like I'm a total slut throwing myself at my neighbor the first chance I get. Hurt is not on the agenda. But I was almost giddy with excitement. This was it, if only I could summon the nerve I was going to commit adultery and the prospect left my juices flooding my pussy.
I still had a couple of hours at work, and the neighbor never gets home before 6 so I have time to plan this out, to make it happen in a way I can explain as unintended if need be.
I stopped off for some wine on the way home. Dutch courage was going to be needed, I had no doubt of that. I went home armed with two bottles of PG and worked on my plan. All the way home I'd been imagining how it would feel to cheat again, how good it felt last time and by the time I walked through the door my panties were soaked. I took them off and didn't bother to replace them. The first part of my plan seemed to revolve around finding a corkscrew and a nice big wine glass.
Three big glasses later my fingers were in my pussy, I was the horniest I'd been in my life and my plan was "fuck the neighbor". The finer detail refused to come, I was buzzing inside. A combination of drink and pussy doing my thinking for me allowed me the clarity to see what needed to be done. I needed to be in the same room as my neighbor and the rest would take care of itself. I smiled to myself. Life should always be this simple. I'll just go over there and let it happen. Suddenly caution wasn't so important. Hurt wasn't on the agenda, but if it happened it happened. What mattered was getting my pussy filled. Getting my pussy filled by my sexy neighbor, not my husband. Because I'm a slut and I do as my pussy tells me.
As itching as I was to get started a part of me was still nervous, still bothered by appearances.
I showered to freshen up and was delighted to realize I had the same pink tube top and mini skirt I wore the last time. I was looking to repeat and enhance my experience so what better than the same clothes as last time. I thought about panties, it was walk and a short elevator ride to my neighbor, what if I flashed someone else by mistake? Old Mr Hutton, or the young goth kid down the hall? Pussy throbbed and purred her approval. I wouldn't be wearing panties.
I'm my 4 inch heels I was over 6 foot. My long legs were almost entirely on display and anyone who cared to look would see my nipples were hard and proud through my top.
And I take the first step out of my condo.
Almost in a daze I walk to the elevator and press the button. The goth kid is also waiting, I stand next to him and he looks up through his fringe and quickly looks away. I wonder if he's a virgin and what it would be like to take that from him. The idea sends a thrill to my pussy and I realize I'm actually saying "Hmmmm" as I look at him. No wonder the poor kid looks freaked.
The elevator door opens and the carriage is empty. I step inside and expect the kids to do likewise. I stand with my finger poised over my neighbors floor and the kid doesn't move. I ask if he wants to come with me and, well rabbit and headlights come to mind. I smile to myself. Have i really become such a vixen? Such a sexual predator? He quickly steps in beside me and I hear his breathing is labored. It turns me on to be affecting a teenager so much. The juices are starting to run down my legs and this itself turns me on. I'm just a bundle of sexual energy. I decide the goth can wait for another time as the door slides open at my neighbor's floor. As I leave the elevator I turn, wink and blow the goth kid a kiss. I feel so incredibly empowered. I might be under the influence of my pussy but she gives me power over men.
I'm standing in front of my neighbor's and I'm gathering myself before I ring his bell. I can't just jump him. It needs to look unintended. Right? He opens the door in his robe. He's freshly showered and surprised to see me. My mind is in a whirl, he's in no state to receive guests. I can only hope he recognizes my outfit and it triggers something in him. I go for a double bluff of "Oh I can see you're busy" and turn to leave. For three heart rending steps I walk away, but he calls me back. Maybe he remembers the outfit, maybe he smelled my leaking pussy, maybe he was just pleased to see me, but he invites me in. I should probably have been a little cooler, but I wasn't, I almost ran back towards him. He grinned at me and suggested I come through to his lounge and wait while he dressed. I "jokingly " told him not to get dressed on my account. He raised an eyebrow and said ok. I flopped down in an easy chair and he sat opposite me on a sofa. I was offered a drink, but I really wanted to sober up a bit. I didn't want any vague memories. I wanted total recall. We talked about this and that. About my husband and where he was tonight. My neighbor's eyes flashed when I told him my husband was working late and a sly smile spread across his face. He knew why I was there and he could tell I'd been drinking.
Totally without realizing it I was opening and closing my legs, showing him my wet pussy. The lips open and inviting and ready to accept a fat cock or delving tongue.
He stops talking and just looks at my pussy. I notice movement in in dressing gown as his cock inflates and pushes it's way pasted the restrictive folds to stand proud and exposed before my eyes.