Vignette: the Lilim Next Door

*Lilim: Offspring of Lilith, demons akin to a succubus. They feed by seducing men and draining them of their essence." -- The Apocalypse of Baruch

I woke up with feeling someone tugging at my dick. I lay still, enjoying the feeling for a few moments until I was fully hard.

My wife then rolled me over and I opened my eyes.

"I had a sex dream, it made me so hot!" She said. That was unusual for her. "It was about the neighbor, Matt!"

"Who?" I asked, a little jealous that it wasn't about me.

"The new neighbor? Matt?" She continued "That tanned, muscled Adonis? I had a vivid dream that he was between your legs, sucking your cock!"

Now, that was new. "My legs? Not yours? Do you have dreams of men having sex with each other, often?"

"No! This was the first time! What a DILF, though!" She said, he was on his late 40s, true. "It would be SO hot to watch!" she continued, almost dreamily. "It got me crazy horny!" She confessed.

She was telling the truth, she mounted me and started to ride. I almost forgot about her weird dream.

After we finished, we were just started to cuddle, and as guys know, this post-nut time is when we're at our most vulnerable. This is the exact time when foreign spies get the top secret information from gullible soldiers.

"Dreams are serious, powerful things. This one is not to be ignored." She whispered. "Dangerous if left to hunger, It needs to be sated." Every once in a while her voice sounded just like her grandmother's, a voodoo practitioner from New Orleans. Old school magic. I could almost smell the African incense she used to burn.

"Go ask him if he'll suck your cock.." She said, her voice hers again. "It would be so hot to see that big muscled daddy get between your legs, naked, take your young cock into his mouth..... " I was feeling uneasy by this conversation, I turned away. She stopped me, and demanded: "Ask him! Do anything it takes! Promise me you will!"

"Are you crazy? I'll get my ass kicked!" I protested, not just because he was physically intimidating. "Not to mention I'm married, to you! And, I'm not gay! AND I doubt if he is!" I started to list other reasons this was crazy.

"You can't ignore a dream like that, it's bad luck!" She was determined. We went around and around, She was masterful at that, "Go talk to him today!" She insisted. I shook my head, I was just about to leave, angrily. This was nuts.

She grabbed me by the balls, firmly, painfully, then fiercely looked into my eyes, I think I even detected a growl in her voice.

"Ask him!"

Matt and his wife lived in the same apartment complex, they had just moved in. He rode a Harley, we didn't see her much. I'd see him at the gym, he was naturally muscular, very much so. He'd spend a little time lifting weights and a lot of time posing in the mirror. The same at the pool in our complex; My wife and I would do laps in the evening, sometimes he'd stop by and again, do a few powerful laps then towel off for 30 minutes, showing off his physique to anyone nearby.

I had to at least make a show of going over, just to placate my wife. I had no idea of what I was going to say.

I knocked, his wife answered, opening the door. "Oh, it's you."

She answered wearing only a bathrobe. She was stunningly beautiful, even early in the morning, with no make-up, I nearly froze. She was close to Matt's age, younger perhaps, long red hair in a French braid, tanned smooth skin, brilliant green eyes, a perfect smile, an ageless face, perfect figure.

"Is Matt here?" I asked, terrified. What did she mean, "It's me?"

"No, but come inside, I just made coffee." She turned and walked away. I couldn't help but stare, her ass was perfect, round, she slowly walked into the darkness of their apartment. I followed, looking around and closing the carefully door behind me.

She poured coffee, we made small-talk. I have no idea what we talked about, her beauty held me in a trance. There was something about her, I felt like a moth circling a flame.

She was wearing a bathrobe, as we talked, it hung open more and more, until her tits were plainly visible. They were magnificent, tanned, firm, her nipples were erect. I tried to avert my eyes, only looking into hers, until, exasperated, she flung her robe completely open.

"For fuck's sake, play with my tits, will you?" She demanded.

She leaned over and pushed them into my face, as I did as I was told, They were prefect, firm, soft, I kissed them, licked her nipples, felt them with my hands, rubbed them on my face. I'd never even considered cheating on my wife before, but now, I could barely restrain myself. I suckled and nibbled and kissed them like a starving child.

I became aware that she was masturbating. As I stimulated her breasts. she rubbed her clit vigorously. I kept at them, I nibbled and licked and sucked, I had no control.

She started to moan and cry out, her body shook, then she fell forward on me, approaching orgasm. She climaxed, then fell forward into my arms, breathing heavy.

I thought she might have passed out, but suddenly she lay back on the table and pulled me on top of her. "Loose the pants, now!" she commanded.

For a second, my rational mind broke though and I said "But, what if your husband comes home?"

She snorted. "He's on the stupid Harley, we'll hear him coming from miles away. Pants, now!"

I don't know why I obeyed, but I did. I dropped my pants, my hard cock flopped out, she grabbed it and aimed it at her very wet pussy. Then, she wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me in, like a spider trapping a fly. My cock sank into to her tight, wet hole in one stroke.

"My god, you are so tight!" I said, almost involuntarily. She started using her legs to pull me in, then push, literally fucking herself with my body, my cock. My head was spinning, but after a moment I got my bearings and started to fuck her, furiously.

"Yes! Yes! That's it! Yes! Fuck me, harder!!" she demanded. "Like that! Harder!"

She was tight! Like a wild woman, even though I was on top, it was if she riding me! She felt incredible, it was the best pussy I'd ever had. Since I'd just climaxed an hour ago with my wife, I now had considerable staying power. I fucker her pussy harder and faster, so tight! So hot! Better than my wife's.....

Shit! My Wife! AND I was fucking another man's wife! What if my wife found out? What if he did? What was I going to do? How did this happen? I felt a panic start to set in, before my lust completely chased it from my mind. I started fucking her earnestly, desperately.

She started climaxing. Her body writhing and tightening, I lost control, triggering my own orgasm. We actually climaxed together. Hard, long, intense, like I was being drained. I collapsed back into my chair, dizzy, out of breath. I looked up and for a split second I thought she was completely changed; her wild white hair flowing as if in a wind, her skin pale and bleached, her eyes black. I blinked and she was tanned, sweaty, braided red hair again. She lay on the table, legs spread, my semen running out of her pussy. I shook my head to clear it.

She looked over at me, and asked "Why did you come over, anyhow?"

Feeling dizzy, I blurted out 'My wife wants to see your husband suck my cock."

I immediately winced, prepared for verbal, or even physical violence, not to mention the repercussions when her husband came home and found out what I'd done, and asked, inevitably alerting my wife. The fights, the divorce. All my friends finding out what I'd done.

My life was over. I was doomed.

"Shit!" She said, angrily. "She wins. Tell your wife we'll be over tonight, after dark."

"Wins?" I asked, stupidly. "Wins What?"

"This round." She replied. "But the next one? We'll see"

I caught a whiff of African incense.