It was a warm summer day when I moved into my new neighborhood. My name is Laura. I am in my early 30s with a fantastic DD rack and a round, juicy peach of an ass. I was also childless and recently divorced. I wish I could say that my ex-husband and I just drifted apart, but that would be a flat-out lie. The truth was that my husband had walked in to find his best friend plowing me doggie-style on our marital bed. I want to say that we stopped when I saw him standing in the doorway, a shocked look on his face. But the look of hurt on his face just made it so much fucking hotter that I began slamming back against his best friend. I cummed harder than I ever had in my life as I squirted all over my husband’s side of the bed.
Was it the first time I had cheated on him? Hell no, I’ve been a cheater since I first started dating. But it was the first time I’ve ever been caught cheating. The divorce was messy, but quick. Soon, I was out the door with a large wad of cash and looking for a new place to live. I chose this neighborhood since it was across the city from where I had lived. It was an up-and-coming neighborhood, meaning a plethora of young couples just starting out. Fresh hunting grounds to find new partners to fuck.
The movers had finished unloading all of my furniture, and I had tipped them by letting them tag-team me on my kitchen table. They had left with smiles on their faces and their balls drained. I was lying back on my kitchen table with cum leaking from my pussy and a sated smile on my face when I heard the knock at my front door. I thought of ignoring it, but the knocking was persistent. I sighed and pulled on my nylon running shorts and my tight white tank top. Looking in the mirror, I was flushed, and my hair was mussed, but I figured whoever was at the door would think I was moving things around.
I opened the front door to find a young couple in their mid to late twenties standing there, a bottle of wine in hand. The wife was a waif of a woman. She had a distance runner’s build, meaning not much of an ass and no tits to speak of. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her, and I couldn’t help but think how uncomfortable it would be to fuck this woman hard. There was just no cushion to her. The husband, however, was a different story. He was over six feet tall and had to be at least 200 pounds of lean muscle. The sight of him in his shorts and tight t-shirt sent tingles through my pussy.
“Hi! We are the next-door neighbors. I’m Vicky, and this is Nick. We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. This is for you.”
Vicky burst out, and she thrust the wine bottle at me.
“It is a pleasure to meet you. I wasn’t expecting to meet any of the neighbors already, but I am glad you are here.”
I told her while I eyed her husband like a predator eyes its prey.
“My, my, my, you are a big, strong fellow. I could really use your help in the bedroom.” I let the innuendo hang there for a second before continuing, “The movers put the wrong furniture in the rooms. Would you be willing to move it around for me?”
“Oh! He will be happy to help you out.”
Vicky chattered as she walked into my house. I mostly ignored her, making appropriate sounds at the correct time, as I showed her beef cake husband to my bedroom. I pointed to several pieces that needed to be swapped between bedrooms, and he went right to work. As Vicky continued her inane chatter, I watched Nick’s muscles ripple and bulge as he moved. I had to stiffle a lusty moan as I watched him manhandle a nightstand into place. I had definitely found my first plaything. The couple stayed for an hour as I kept Vicky talking so I could oogle her husband. When they left, I set about making my plans to seduce him.
The next few weeks, I made a point of learning my new neighbor’s schedules. Nick, like me, worked from home. Vicky, however, had to leave for work on Tuesday through Saturday. This left me plenty of time to work my magic on Nick.
I started slow, just being friendly with Vicky whenever I saw her outside. The goal was to make her think I was her friend, and that didn’t take long. Soon, she was confiding in me like we were old friends. Whenever the husband was outside, I was there as well. I would wear skimpy shorts and a tight top or a sundress. I never had panties or a bra on. I made sure to spend lots of time bending over and stretching in front of him. It became very clear he liked what he saw.
The next step was calling Vicky and asking if Nick could come over to help me move or fix something. At first, she always came along, but as it became more routine, she would let him come over by himself. I behaved myself while he was there, but I did make sure to drop some innuendo about other things he could “fix”. I began to make sure I brushed him with my tits or ass every time he was over. The young man was flustered, and I could see lust warring with loyalty in his eyes. That is when I knew it was time.
The following Saturday, I put my plan into motion. I watched Vicky leave for work like always, and I knew we had at least nine hours to play. My workout room was on the side of the house that looked into their side yard, and Nick’s office. I made sure to work out every morning in front of those windows, and Nick made sure to watch. When I came into my workout room, I saw that Nick was working in the side yard, right on time. I set my treadmill up right in front of the window, in full view of the side yard. I stripped naked and began a slow, bouncing jog. In no time, I had worked up a light sweat.
It didn’t take long before Nick looked up and saw me there. He did a double-take as he took in my bouncing tits as I jogged. I smiled and waved at him. He waved back, though his eyes never left my glistening tits. I waved him over and pointed to the back door. This was the moment of truth. I watched as he hesitated, then looked around to see if anyone was watching. When he realized the coast was clear, he swiftly moved to the back door of my house.
I stayed on the treadmill as I heard the back door open and close. I knew he had entered the room by the gasp he made when he saw that I wasn’t just topless, I was completely naked.
“Thank you for coming over. I have an important question for you.”
“Wh-what is it?”
“Do my ass and tits jiggle enough?”
“E-E-enough for what?”
“To make you hard.”
I stopped the treadmill and turned around. My body glowed from the light sweat covering it. Nick’s eyes went wide as they drank in my full, round tits, narrow waist, and the tiny triangle of pubic hair that points to the treasure between my thighs. I stepped off the treadmill and took a couple of steps towards him. I stopped before I reached him and turned around and slapped my ass, making it jiggle enticingly.
“I mean, what is the point of these big tits and this round ass if the sight of it bouncing doesn’t make a man hard?”
I heard him let out a groan, and I looked over my shoulder to see a bulge in his shorts.
“Oh, it seems that they have made you oh so hard. Now the question is, what are you going to do with it?”
I could see the warring emotions on his face. The desire to be faithful to his plain, flat wife versus the hours of pleasure he could enjoy with my soft, curvy body. I knew his answer before he did. Offer any man with a flat wife a chance to play with some big titties, and he is going to feast on them like a starving man. His resolve began to crumble slowly when he took a single step forward. The dam of his morals and faithfulness couldn’t hold back the lust, and soon he was stumbling forward until he was on his knees behind me.
His hands grabbed fistfuls of my ass as he began kissing my cheeks. After he covered my cheeks in licks and kisses, he spun me around and buried his nose in my treasure, inhaling deeply. I lifted one leg and rested it on his shoulder as his mouth and tongue began devouring my dripping sex. He feasted upon my honey-sweet nectar like a starving man. His tongue was everywhere, plunging deep inside of me and then up, swirling around my stiff clit. Moaning in pleasure, I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him in tighter against me.
“Yes! Drink deep. Feast on my cunt!”
His skilled tongue brought me to two quick, powerful orgasms. I had to make a fist in his hair and pull his mouth from me. He looked up at me longingly, his eyes glazed over with lust. His chin and mouth were shiny with my juices.
“Don’t worry, lover, this pussy is here for you anytime you want it.”
My hands left his hair and moved up to cup and squeeze my tits.
“But my girls are jealous. They want some of that talented mouth.”
Nick let out a lusty growl as he stood up. His hands cupped my ass and lifted me off the ground. Instinctually, my legs wrapped around his waist as he hosted me and my tits to his mouth. His mouth and tongue were everywhere, licking, sucking, and biting. Moaning in pleasure, I wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him deeper between my tits.
I was shocked as Nick began to walk. His face was buried in my tits, and there was no way he could see. But all the times I had him over to fix something in my bedroom paid off. He knew his way to my room unerringly.
Nick dropped me on my bed, and I bounced to the center of it with my legs spread lewdly. I slowly rubbed my pussy as I watched him strip out of his clothes. The sight of his long, hard cock almost made me cum right then.
“Oh Nicky, I have some holes that need fixing, and it looks like you have just the tool to do it.” I purred and crooked my finger, beckoning him.
Nick was between my thighs in no time. His mouth covered and possessed mine. The taste of my cum on his lips and tongue made my lust burn hotter, and I pulled him tighter to me. I felt the head of his cock notch at my dripping opening, then stop. I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his ass, urging him forward. Nick broke off our kiss and stared deep into my eyes as he pushed forward.
Holy fuck! The connection I felt as he pushed into me was orgasmic. Even though I was dripping wet, his cock entering me still stretched and burned. When his cock was fully inside of me, we continued to stare into each other’s eyes.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Fuck, you’re big.”
He slid almost all the way out of me before he pushed forward again hard. That was all it took; my body exploded in a chain of orgasms as Nick fucked me hard and fast. My legs flailed wildly, and my tits windmilled out of control from the plowing I was taking. Distantly, I could hear my headboard pounding against the wall. I knew I was going to have to patch the sheet rock. Hell, if this became a regular occurrence, I would need to pad the back of the headboard.
I had no idea how long he fucked me this way. I had unleashed something in Nick, and now I was merely a fuck toy for him to use. I loved every second of it.
“Fuck yes, Nick! Pound my slutty pussy! God, I love men married to flat wives. Just give them a big set of titties to play with, and they will toss their wedding vows in the trash and become a fucking animal!”
Nick growled at that and withdrew from me. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees, then positioned me in front of the big mirror on my dresser.
“Don’t forget that great ass.”
Nick slapped my ass hard, setting it to jiggling, before he moved behind me and resumed fucking me. From this position, Nick could go so much deeper. I could feel a pressure building that told me I was going to squirt. I was going to warn Nick, but when I looked in the mirror, the sight took my breath away.
Nick looked like a god of sex. His chiseled body glistened with sweat, and I could see his muscles rippling as he fucked me. He had a look of pure determination on his face; his eyes were focused on my jiggling ass. On the other hand, I looked like a fanatical worshipper of the god. My face was flushed, and my mouth locked in an O as I moaned in pleasure. Sweat covered my body, and I could see it dripping from my flailing tits.
My orgasms were coming fast and furious. I felt his cock begin to swell inside of me. I wanted to beg him to cum inside of me, but I couldn’t speak. Thankfully, Nick had no intention of pulling out of me. With one last hard thrust, he buried himself deep and let loose with his potent seed. The feeling of his hot cum splashing against my cervix released the pressure that had been building in me. I let loose a torrent of my own cum as I squirted around his cock. Breathless, we collapsed onto the wet spot. Nick’s hands continued to run over my body, tracing every curve.
That was not the last time we fucked that day. We went through multiple rounds and multiple positions. The day ended with Nick fucking my tits and blasting his cum all over my face. Soon after, Nick dressed and left before his wife got home. I watched him go with a smile on his face. I just lay back, glazed and satisfied. If Nick was any indication of the men in this neighborhood, I couldn’t wait to scope out the rest.
