Heather and I had issues in our marriage, primarily due to our own insecurities and the new challenges of being parents. We did not handle it well. I let myself go and didn’t care for her emotionally or physically. Heather, on the other hand, sought to reclaim and keep up her amazing body after the kids were born.
She had come to realize that she could no longer live without attention, whether it was from her husband or someone else. Some soul searching caused Heather to recognize that she desperately needed passion back in her life. Her need caused her to cultivate a relationship with a man we met casually. She was very attracted to him. He was her first lover and stretched the limits of her sexual experience. Since then, our sex life had never been better… some might consider it unconventional, but we found it very satisfying.
Steve was our neighbor, a nondescript middle-aged guy with a bit of a beer belly and thinning hair. We ran into him occasionally around the complex we live in. Steve was a very nice man, someone who could fit into any conversation or neighborhood. He was married to Karen, a sweet but dowdy woman who rarely spoke to anyone. She seemed much more comfortable with her face in a book.
We often ran into Steve and Karen at our community pool. They would set up their chaise lounges, cooler and towels, and settle in for their day. Karen preferred a shaded spot, while Steve was in the sun. Steve frequently stopped over to greet us, asking about the kids, our jobs, etc. Pretty innocuous stuff, although he tended to linger a bit and undress my wife behind his mirrored sunglasses. I never thought much about it, Heather has an amazing body, a tan and toned 34DD-26-34, with a nice flat tummy and a great butt. Steve was harmless, simply a horny guy staring at a beautiful woman.
Today was no different, Steve and Karen set up their things. He then wandered over to say “Hi” and chat a bit. Steve was the same as usual, but today, something was definitely different. Steve stared at Heather through his glasses, and she squirmed on her lounge. She rubbed her legs together, slowly tracing her foot up the opposite calf. She then drew her heels up, sitting cross-legged on her lounger. Her position opened her thighs and exposed the crotch of her small, multicolored bikini bottoms to him. The bottoms clung to her smooth mound exposing it to our neighbor. Heather poured a small amount of tanning oil into her hand, applying it to her chest and breasts. As she slowly rubbed the oil into her breasts, Heather pushed the small triangles of her bikini top further apart momentarily exposing part of her areola.
The conversation came to an abrupt halt. Steve adjusted his trunks, running his thumbs under the waistband and pulling up slightly, the whole time he never removed his eyes from my wife’s body. Heather continued rubbing oil into her breasts, maintaining Steve’s undivided attention. When he pulled up on his bathing suit, his erection became quite noticeable. He appeared to be packing more than I had expected. Heather seemed to have noticed too, even behind her dark sunglasses it was obvious what she was looking at.
After an extended awkward silence and Steve staring openly at my wife’s breasts he finally excused himself, mumbling something about ” …needing to talk to Karen.”
Heather smiled wickedly and followed him with her eyes. Steve looked back over his shoulder several times on the short walk back to his wife. He bent down to speak to her, again glancing toward Heather. Karen nodded slowly, never looking up from her book.
“What are you up to?” I asked Heather.
She grinned again and responded matter of factly “I like him.”
“Like him, like him or like him, want him?”
“I think I want him,” she said thoughtfully.
“Really? I just don’t see it.” I said, shaking my head.
Heather thought about it for a moment, then replied, “Will was a beast… he fucked me raw… and that was really hot, but I don’t want that every time. This time I want someone… nice… caring… passionate. Steve seems like a nice guy.”
My curiosity… and my rapidly growing cock, were getting the best of me. I had to know, “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to see if I can get him to initiate something… anything, then I’ll see how far he’s willing to go.” Heather said while looking over toward Steve and his wife.
“So… get him drunk?” I asked.
“No! Well… just enough for him to realize what’s available to him,” she replied.
So, like a good bartender, I kept the beers and margarita glasses full. We had moved our chairs nearer to Steve and Karen. We chatted on and off throughout the day while enjoying the sun. The day moved into late afternoon and after a few rounds of cocktails, Steve hopped up from his chair and headed for the hot tub, turning on the bubbles and lowering himself into the water with an audible groan of pleasure. He positioned himself with a perfect view of my wife on her lounge chair.
Heather noted his movement and rose from the lounger. She looked at me and said, “C’mon Baby, let’s hit the tub.”
Heather strode toward the stairs of the hot tub and directly at Steve. She walked into the tub, step by step adjusting to the water temperature, then sitting next to Steve. She closed her eyes and slid down in the water so that it came up to nearly her chin.
“Hey Sweetie, I’ll be there in a few, I want to clean up from lunch first,” I replied, knowing her intentions. She simply raised her hand out of the water in acknowledgment.
Steve also slid down lower into the water, mirroring Heather’s position. Their hips were nearly touching as Heather closed her eyes and stretched out her hand, laying it on Steve’s left leg. He froze in position, he looked over at Heather’s face, but her eyes remained closed as she slowly teased his leg. Her nails ran down the inside of his knee, to his calf and back, then exploring slowly up his thigh. Heather reached the bottom of his trunks, where she stopped, starting back down and retracing her previous pattern.
I looked over at the two in the hot tub. Heather’s eyes were closed, and Steve’s face was turned toward her, there was no conversation and no way to see below the bubbles from outside the tub. I went back to putting away lunch into the cooler, anxiously waiting to see what may happen with my wife.
Heather’s teasing was having it’s desired effect on Steve. Each time Heather moved up to Steve’s trunks she moved slightly higher, advancing under the fabric, and very lightly brushing the rapidly growing head of his cock. The next time Heather moved her hand up his thigh, Steve’s cock was fully inflated and protruding beyond the leg of his suit. She encountered the large member and her eyes snapped open. She explored the head and shaft of his penis. His cock was so thick that she could barely encircle it with her delicate hands.
Heather sat more upright and slightly facing Steve on the bench of the hot tub. She leaned in, whispering something in his ear. Steve and Heather then worked subtlety to remove his trunks, camouflaged by the bubbling water. From above the water, neither of them appeared to be doing anything but chatting. In reality, they had removed Steve’s swimsuit, affording Heather complete access to his genitals.
Heather wrapped both hands around the thick monster, working his foreskin up and down. She stopped at the top of her stroke to tease the huge head with her thumb lightly caressing the frenulum. Steve now emboldened by Heather’s actions, reached over and massaged her breasts. He slowly worked his hand behind her back, untying her bikini top. Steve was then able to feel her tits without their cover. His hand immediately found her nipple. He tweaked it causing Heather to let out a squeak. Heather’s cry drew attention from a few around the pool, including Karen and myself.
The attention caused both of them to stop what they were doing, realizing that both spouses were present, as well as many others around the pool. Heather and Steve settled down a bit, continuing to lightly tease each other, maintaining the appearance of only neighborly conversation.
Steve’s wife Karen gathered a few things and walked to the tub where her husband and Heather were enjoying each other’s company. She simply said that she was going home, then turned and left. I couldn’t believe that was all she said. Maybe she’s seen it before, maybe she’s that clueless. I just don’t know. I thought after witnessing her departure.
Without turning to Steve, Heather said, “There are too many people here. You want to go back to my place?”
Steve’s mouth dropped open. “What about your husband?” He asked.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I’ll send him to the store for something. By the time he gets back and figures out I’m not here, we’ll have plenty of time,” she said.
Heather reached behind her back and tied her top. She then hopped out of the hot tub and walked toward me adjusting her bikini top and leaving Steve naked in the tub. I handed her a towel as she approached. She took it, wrapping it around herself. As she did, she leaned in and whispered excitedly, “HIS COCK IS HUGE!”
“Really?!!”
She nodded and said, “About 7 inches long or so, but as big around as a beer can! I could barely get my hands around it! I’m taking him to our place, told him you’re going to the store. Give us 10 minutes or so.”
I nodded and put our cooler in the corner of the pool area, then slipped on a shirt as I was walking out the gate. I waved at both of them, making a good show of leaving. Heather walked back to the hot tub, signaling Steve to get out and grab a towel. “We have to hurry,” she said.
Steve quickly slipped back into his suit, then leaped from the tub and wrapped a towel around himself. The two walked quickly out of the gate and up the block to our townhouse. They burst through the door, locking it behind them. As they did their towels fell to the floor, Steve grabbed my wife and wrapped his arms around her, as he did, he deftly untied the top of her bikini. They stood in the living room, kissing hard, their hands roaming each other’s bodies.
Heather found Steve’s cock through his suit. She massaged it quickly to full size. Steve groped her breasts, breaking their kiss, he lowered his mouth to her nipple, sucking vigorously at it. Heather moaned and threw her head back. Steve’s hands moved to her ass and cupping her buttocks, he pulled her into his groin and ground against her bikini covered pussy.
“Oh my God!” Heather cried out breathlessly, “Please stop… let’s go upstairs” she pleaded.
I waited a short time, then headed back to the house. I parked a few houses down, locked the truck, and quietly approached the house. I peeked in through the patio door that opens directly into the living room, I was just in time to see Heather leading Steven up the stairs to our bedroom. She was already flushed and giggling. Heather was holding her bikini top as she ran up the stairs, it appeared to have become untied somehow…
I crept into the living room and listened to the sounds of them grunting and giggling, seemingly wrestling for position. I gently and slowly climbed the stairs one at a time until I heard the creak of the bed as they fell onto it. I was then able to get to the landing and edge of the bedroom door, giving me a nearly perfect viewing area of the two lovers.
Steve was on top of my wife, kissing her deeply and recklessly while his hips ground against her bikini bottoms. There were still a couple of thin layers of fabric between the two of them. Heather’s legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck as his tongue continued to invade her mouth. She was naked from the waist up and his left hand roamed over her body as his right controlled her head with a handful of blonde hair.
Heather writhed under his weight and ground her pussy back against him. Her grunting and moaning became more pronounced but was enveloped by their kisses. Steve’s left hand slid down her side to her hip where it searched for the strings of Heather’s bikini bottoms. Locating one, he pulled vigorously and loosened it. He continued his attack on her mouth as he switched hands, grabbing my wife by the hair with his left hand and untying the strings on her right hip. He tugged on the fabric, Heather lifted her bottom slightly and she was then completely naked.
Steve went on kissing her mouth and grinding against her exposed, smooth mound. Heather worked her hands down Steve’s body and found the waistband of his trunks. She opened her legs, dropping her feet onto the bed and splaying her legs completely open. Her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him harder onto her.
Steve broke their kiss and began licking and kissing down her neck to my wife’s big breasts. He held her globes in his hands, pushing them together, licking and sucking each nipple in turn as he did. Heather arched her back and moaned as his mouth latched onto her hard nipples. Heather grabbed Steve’s head and held him to her breasts squirming under the attention she was receiving.
Heather moaned and mewed as Steve licked and kissed his way down her body. He made slow circles with his tongue on my wife’s flat abdomen. She was squirming and whimpering for more. Steve kissed around Heather’s right hip bone and down her thigh, purposely avoiding her inflamed pussy.
Steve positioned himself by kneeling on the floor at the side of the bed directly between Heather’s legs. His face was just inches from her pussy. His hands moved slowly up both thighs so that they surrounded her sex. His thumbs lightly tickled her swollen labia. Heather’s vagina was puffy and dripping with excitement. Her inner lips protruding and curled outward exposing her clit and vaginal opening.
Heather dug her heels into the bed and thrust her pussy into Steve’s face. He opened his mouth and began licking her pussy as she moved her hips up and down. Steve grabbed Heather’s ankles, pulling them up over his head opening her pussy and exposing her tiny asshole. Heather squealed as she was pushed flat onto her back by the sudden movement. Steve dove back in between her legs, placing his tongue flatly against her tiny pink hole, tickling it briefly, then tasting up to her pussy, finishing by flicking her clitoris. He did this several times as Heather thrashed her head back and forth, moaning and grunting with pleasure.
“OH GOD, PLEASE FUCK ME… PLEASE PLEASE FUCK ME!” Heather squealed between moans. She hadn’t cum yet, but she was so close she couldn’t take it any longer. Heather needed him inside her. Steve stood up at the edge of the bed, placing Heather’s ankles on his shoulders. He pushed down his trunks to expose his thick cock and egg-sized balls, hanging low between his legs.
“Jesus Christ, that’s a big cock!” I thought to myself.
I was actually a bit worried about Heather’s pussy. I was also incredibly turned on. My cock was rock hard in my swimsuit. I was tempted to get naked and touch myself while they fucked. But I couldn’t yet, all Steve would have to do is turn his head and he would see me just outside the doorway.
Heather was breathing heavily as she watched Steve between her legs. He kicked off his trunks and grabbed his cock, moved toward Heather rubbing the head of his thick penis against her clit. Heather moaned loudly, grabbing the bedsheets, she tried to wiggle her ass closer to Steve. She was unable to get much movement because of the position of her ankles on his shoulders. Steve placed the head against her opening and began to ease his big dick into her. Heather gasped, then held her breath as Steve slowly began short strokes, working a little more into her tight pussy with each thrust.
“OH…. MY….. GOD!” Heather screamed as Steve buried himself completely into her. Immediately, her entire body began to shake and a stream of unintelligible noises came from her. Her back arched and her legs wrapped reflexively around Steve’s waist. He stopped his thrusting, gently laying on my wife and waiting for her to open her eyes.
Heather’s eyes fluttered open, a small full body shake overtook her as the density of the organ inside her was still affecting her. Steve smiled at her, their faces very close. He bent forward and kissed her, gently at first, then escalating quickly to deep and passionate. Steve started slowly moving his hips, softly inserting himself. Long, slow strokes followed, her labia gripped him and stretched outward as he withdrew on every stroke due to his girth. Heather shook again, experiencing another deep orgasm.
I rubbed my rock hard cock through my trunks, I concentrated on Heather and Steve, mirroring their actions on my own cock. A couple times I forced myself to stop the stimulation, so I didn’t cum too quickly.
Steve pulled out of my wife, allowing her legs to stretch out. “I want you from behind,” he told Heather.
He then pulled her to her feet and spun her around so she was facing the bed. She rested her upper body on her elbows, her back arched and her ass stuck out lewdly. Steve looked at her lasciviously and caressed her ass. He then moved into position behind her, grabbed her hips, and inserted his cock into her pussy in one long stroke.
Heather mewed and groaned as her legs gave out beneath her. Steve steadied her and helped her onto the bed. Steve crawled onto the bed next to her. Laying on his back, his erection stood straight out, waving and pulsing. He and Heather exchanged a few words, then she climbed onto him, straddling his hips. She faced his feet and her ass pointed at his face. Steve leered at my wife’s beautiful bottom as she leaned forward and inserted the huge penis into her pussy. She leaned back, gently easing his entire cock into her stretched vagina. Throwing her head back, Heather’s grunting and moaning began as she ground her pussy against Steve. Heather began to lift off his hips and start rhythmically stroking his cock.
Heather was riding Steve’s big phallus with long, slow strokes, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Heather looked toward the door and we locked eyes for the first time of this encounter. Her eyes widened and she glanced over her shoulder. Heather saw Steve had his eyes fixed on her ass as he matched her movements with thrusts of his own.
I realized that Steve couldn’t see me with Heather in this position. So, I stood in the doorway, dropped my trunks, and began to stroke myself while my wife was fucking another man’s cock just feet from me. Heather locked her gaze onto me working my cock. I matched her strokes on Steve’s dick with my hand on my cock.
Steve’s thrusts became more urgent, and he became more vocal. “Oh God, I’m going to cum… Oh… OH I’M COMING!” Heather quickened her pace and rubbed her clit, I stroked furiously, accidentally taking a step into our bedroom. Steve moaned out, shooting ropes of cum into Heather’s pussy. Heather’s body shook in pleasure and slumped back onto Steve’s chest, and I shot a load onto the carpet and my hand.
I ducked out of the bedroom, grabbed my swimsuit, and headed for the truck. Heather slid off of Steve’s chest and onto the bed. She turned to him as he put his arm around her and kissed her on the forehead. She lightly stroked him, running her fingers through the hair on his chest. Heather traced her finger along Steve’s chest, down the middle of his abdomen to his matted pubic hair. She ran a fingernail along the length of his deflating cock, causing it to jump.
“Is that the garage door?!” Steve exclaimed.
“Yea… he must be back…” Heather replied dreamily.
To be continued…
