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Erotic tale 2: Wife and the neighbours
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My wife is a very pretty woman, slim sexy figure, long brunette, and a bit of a head turner when dressed up. She is also fairly shy, and sexually conventional. After about 5 years or so of marriage, I thought I knew exactly what turned her on, what her fantasies were, what made her cunt wet. Little did I know.
Barbara worked at the time in a legal office, and with her looks, always looked stunning in her business skirts, neatly showing off a very fuckable arse and legs.
The story began one day when I came home from work earlier than usual on a Friday afternoon. It was a sunny day, and as I walked up our garden path, I could see the next door neighbour’s sons and their friends in their garden, boisterously having a beer or two.
Steve was 19, his brother Tom was 18, and there were two other lads with them. We knew that the boy’s parents were away for the weekend.
Barbara had recently complained to me that Steve in particular had “verbally abused” her of late, and had made sexually suggestive and lewd remarks which had left her shaken and upset.
I’d told her that I’d keep an eye out for that sort of behaviour, but there wasn’t much to go on. It seemed a bit flimsy to confront him or his parents about such a matter at this stage, and so I’d let it go.
I went inside and upstairs to take a nap. About half an hour later I heard Barbara’s car door slam. Almost immediately, there was a low wolf whistle from the garden next door. I went to the window and looked out to see Barbara walking self-consciously up the path, brief case in hand, sexy skirt showing plenty of leg.
Steve said, quite clearly so that my wife could hear, “Oh my God! What wouldn’t I do to get up that skirt!”
Another boy whistled again, and Tom moaned theatrically, “She’s sex on two legs”.
I could see Barbara’s face was flushed, and she was looking fixedly ahead, but seemed to have slowed her walk somewhat.
Steve then yelled to her, “Mrs H. Ive got something here in my pants for you. Come round later and I can show you a good time…”
And then suddenly, Barbara did something unexpected. She turned to face the boys over the fence and looking Steve in the eye said quite clearly, “Promises, promises!”
Steve looked astonished, then laughed, “I always keep a promise. I wouldn’t disappoint a sweetheart like you.”
Barbara seemed out of her depth suddenly. Trying to keep her composure, she stammered “I’ll bear that in mind,” and fumbled with the front door.
More wolf whistles and some suggestive posing from the lads followed, as my pretty wife stumbled through the door. I heard the front door close.
I made my way to the top of the stairs, meaning to go down and comfort my girl on her ordeal. To my surprise, Barbara was straddled, just inside the closed door, skirt yanked high above her waist, knickers down around her ankles, eyes closed, legs wide open, giving her very aroused pussy a frantic seeing to. I must have made a sound, and she opened her eyes in shock, red faced and panting.
“Its ok, Barbara” I said. “Those boys have turned you an a bit haven’t they?”
Barbara nodded guiltily. “I’m sorry…” she whispered.
“They’ve invited you next door, haven’t they?” I said gently.
She nodded again. “Does that get you wet?” I asked.
“Oh, darling…” she said
“Do you want to let Steve fuck you?”
There was a long pause, and then, unable to look me in the eye, my wife nodded.
I felt my cock kick in my trousers, mixed at the same time with a knot of jealousy. The arousal was winning out though.
“Here’s what we’ll do…” I said, holding my tearful wife in my arms. “You go upstairs, get yourself tarted up so that those boys wont be able to contain themselves, and go and have a good time. It is turning me on too…”
Barbara looked doubtful at first, but, shaking with nervous lust, she went upstairs at last to get ready. After half an hour, she emerged, in a little black tart skirt that yelled “Available”, low cut blouse showing her pert tits off nicely, and looking every inch the slut.
Nervously, she grabbed some beers from the fridge, and kissing me quickly on the cheek, she went out of the front door and down the path.
I watched from the window. The boys had gone inside. I watched my randy wife walk nervously up their path and knock on the French Windows. I saw the door open.
I saw Steve, beer in hand, take one look at Barbara, and purse his lips into a low whistle.
“Mrs H! What a surprise…”
Barbara said softly, “You promised to show me something.”
Steve looked disbelievingly over my wife’s shoulder, to make sure that this was for real, then “Erm..come in darling, come in”.
And so I watched my pretty Barbara step over the threshold into their front room.
That was my cue to leap unseen into their garden and hide, yards from the open French windows, so that I could keep a randy eye on things.
Barbara was standing in the middle of the room, Tom was taking the beers off her, and the other two lads were sitting open mouthed on the sofa. Steve, ever the host, said to Tom, “Offer the lady a drink. What will it be?”
“Beer please” said Barbara, trying to keep her voice steady. She sounded husky with nerves.
There was a slight pause, as if nobody quite knew what to do, and then Barbara broke the silence.
“So boys – I was promised a good time.”
Steve patted the sofa next to him. “Sit next to me Mrs H.”
Barbara did so. I watched as Steve placed his hand firmly on her white thigh, and then snaked the other arm around her waist. He leant in to kiss her, and my darling wife moved eagerly in to meet him. There was a low whistle from around the room, as Steve began to grope her, sliding his hands up inside her thighs. Barbara opened her legs to let him, giving a gasp as his fingers found there way into her very wet crack. “My God, you’re wet!” said Steve. “The little cockteaser wants me, don’t you ?”
“Yes” gasped my wife as Steve finger fucked her. The other lads were now undoing their trousers, and grabbing hard cocks, as Steve and Barbara began to frantically wriggle out of their clothes. Steve’s cock was out, and my wife grabbed it. Tits exposed, and cupped in Steve’s rough hands, I could tell that this was the biggest turn-on that Barbara had ever had in her life. Her wedding ringed fingers wrapped themselves around the 19 years old’s cock.
“You’re worshipping my cock now, Mrs H. I hope your hubby never finds out that he’s married to a pretty little slut…”
Well, I had found out, and was watching as my wife, now totally lost in lust and Steve’s young cock moaned “Oh, fuck me please”.
To cheers from one of the other lads, Steve manoeuvred Barbara onto all fours on the sofa, and then teased her with his cock at the entrance to her hungry pussy. “You want me? You want this cock? You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes…” Barbara voice sounded thick and husky. I knew she was as aroused as she had ever been.
Steve slid into her from behind. My wife gasped and then began to make whimpering noises that she rarely made with me. These became moans as the teenager next door rammed her like a dog fucking a bitch on heat. So far none of the other boys had touched her, but at this point, a boy named Greg stepped forward to offer her his cock to suck. Barbara was in mid-orgasm at this point, her pretty face contorted into red-flushed ecstasy. Steve then came, shouting “Oooh, you lovely bitch! Take my seed”.
We were far too far gone to start thinking about condoms now, and I watched in horror as my wife took his spunk deep up inside her. The two of them slowly wound down, and then, as Barbara turned to kiss Steve gratefully on the mouth, Greg’s cock found its way into her hand. Now, my Babs had never been a fan of deep throating, and certainly did not like to swallow cum, but I watched with a little jealousy as she smiled at Greg, then took his length into her sexy mouth.
“I want to ride her” said Tom, and took his place at her cunt, and began humping her inexpertly from behind. Barbara was moaning, her brown hair now messy with sweat, her lipstick all over Steve’s mouth, and now Greg’s cock. I watched as she tried to pull back as Greg came in her mouth, but he was holding her head down, and she took it all. Tom was slapping up against her arse cheeks as he fucked her, and then his 18 year old spunk shot into her too.
The other boy, Roger was a bit nervous. Barbara smiled at him gently, and taking his very large cock in her hand, she began to suck him off. He was so nervous however, that he came in her face – his spunk ran down her cheeks and into her hair. She looked like a cock whore.
By now I was spent – my spunk had been wanked off in the bushes. I watched as Steve then began to lick my wife’s pussy, his cock ready for another go at my girl. Barbara was mewling like a demented kitten now, and I could see she was not going to complain if they all took another turn with her.
Greg fucked her in the missionary position, her legs wrapped hungrily round his back, and Steve, the top dog, ordered Roger to lick her out, before deciding that he was going to take “his woman” up to the bedroom for the rest of the night.
This was not in the plan I’d discussed with Babs. She was to have a good time in the front room, and then come home to me. But to my surprise, she murmured: “I’m your woman, Steve. Take me to your room”
And they disappeared upstairs.
The next day, Barbara sheepishly came home, well and truly shagged, but unbelievably aroused by the whole thing. They’d fucked half the night away in bed, and she’d promised to go round for more when circumstances arose.
She could hardly wait for the next time she could get her hands on the boy next door's cock…
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Posted on : Jan 19, 2017
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