It isn't unusual for my robe to fall open a little as I take the bins to the pavement each Thursday. It gives the other married couple's sex-starved husbands a little flash and where is the harm as long as I keep it classy and not trashy.
A few of them seem to have it timed so they are taking theirs out at the same time I do mine. Weird that, isn't it? The guy over the fence from me takes an especially keen interest and hasn't missed a friendly 'hello' at the kerb in a few months. I'm not complaining though; he's ripped and looks like he would be putty in my hands.
But today, as I throw the last bin bag into the rubbish bin, I catch him in his garden with his hand in his pants. I blush and look away, pretending not to see, but in reality, I'm watching him from the corner of my eye as I pretend to sort the flowers on the way back to my door. It's like watching my very own 3d porno, and with my very own hot neighbour.
He looks up, catches my gaze and smirks. He knows I've seen, but he doesn't stop. He strokes himself slower, letting me get a good look. I can feel my own nipples harden as I watch him and we both understand this shouldn't be happening. It's downright wrong. I lick my lips without thinking at the thought of having that cock in my mouth.
Our eyes lock and he nods towards his open gate. An invitation? I'm a married woman, sure, but I've never been one to turn down a big, thick cock. I saunter over, my robe swaying in the early morning breeze, giving him a little peek at my big tits as I go.
"Morning," I say as I reach him, trying to keep my voice casual, but I know my cheeks are red. "Is Lynn out?" I ask, referring to his stick thin model wife who wears the tiniest of bikinis but never seems to smile or laugh when they're out in their garden, unlike me with my curves and my big tits, all the guys can't seem to get enough of.
He just smirks and says, "No, she's out all day... You like what you see?" he asks, nodding towards his cock.
I swallow hard, my pussy aching to sit right on it. "Maybe," I reply, playing coy.
He steps closer to me and I get a whiff of his musky scent. It's intoxicating. He's definitely been working out in the garden.
"How about you give it a taste?" he suggests, his cock now fully erect and standing tall, begging for attention.
Without a second thought, I drop to my knees, my mouth watering like a bitch in heat. I've always had a soft spot for younger, well-endowed men and he's got more than enough to satisfy my cravings.
I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking it gently while I take his swollen head in my mouth. He groans and I feel a thrill run down my spine. It's been a while since I've had a cock this size. I lick around the tip, tasting his precum and feeling him throb in my hand.
"That's it," he murmurs, his hand moving to the back of my head, guiding me deeper onto his shaft.
I suck him harder, feeling him fill my mouth and throat. He's thick and long, and it's a challenge, but one I'm eager to conquer. I've always loved the way a man's cock feels in my mouth, the way it fills me up, and the power it gives me to bring them to their knees.
He starts to rock his hips, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. I moan around him, the vibration making him even harder. His hand tightens in my hair and I know he's getting close. I suck harder, faster, eager to taste his cum.
But then he pulls out, gasping. "Not yet," he says, "I've got something better in mind."
He takes my hand and leads me into his house, down the hallway to his bedroom. The curtains are drawn, the room dim and cool. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me towards him. I straddle his lap, my robe falling open to expose my bare breasts.
"You're a naughty girl," he whispers, pinching my nipples, making me gasp.
"Mm," I agree, grinding down onto his cock.
He stands up, lifting me with him, and walks us to the bed. He lays me down, my legs spread wide, and crawls between them. He licks his lips as he looks down at me, his eyes dark with lust.
"You're so fucking wet," he says, his voice gruff with need.
"Is it from watching you?" I ask, playing with the edge of my robe.
"I don't know," he says, "But I'm going to find out."
And with that, he dives in, his mouth on my pussy like a starving man. He licks and sucks, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue. I arch my back, my hands clutching at the sheets as pleasure shoots through me.
It's been ages since anyone has gone down on me like this, really taken their time to explore every inch of me. It's heavenly.
"Oh, god," I moan, my hips bucking as he slides two fingers inside me.
He adds a third, stretching me wide, and I come, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. He doesn't stop, though, just keeps licking and sucking until I'm begging for his cock.
He stands up, his dick jutting out like a flagpole, and takes his clothes off. He's a sight to behold, all muscle and tattoos, and that glorious cock. I sit up, eager to return the favour, but he stops me.
"No," he says, "I want to fuck you."
He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. I reach down to guide him in, but he grabs my wrist. "Not yet," he says, and straddles my chest, his cock hovering above my mouth.
I know what he wants and I'm more than happy to oblige. I open wide and take him back in, my tongue swirling around the head while my hands grip his firm ass.
He starts to fuck my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. I gag, but he doesn't stop, pushing deeper until I'm deep-throating him. It's intense and a little overwhelming, but I love it.
Finally, he pulls out, panting. "I need to be inside you," he says. He knows what he wants and he's not afraid to take charge.
He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his hips, his cock nudging at my entrance. He's so big, I'm a little nervous, but I'm also desperate to feel him fill me up.
I lower myself down, inch by inch, until he's all the way in. I moan, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. He feels incredible, like he's made to fit me, to stretch my cunt walls by just the right amount.
I start to ride him, my breasts bouncing in his face as I go. He reaches up to squeeze them, his thumbs playing with my nipples. The sensation is exquisite and I know I'm going to come again soon.
He sits up, grabbing my hips, and starts to fuck me harder. His cock hits all the right spots, and I'm lost in a sea of pleasure. I lean forward, my hands on his shoulders, my tits smothering his face.
"Suck them," I demand, and he does, his mouth moving from one to the other, suckling and biting.
He stands up, taking me with him, and carries me to the floor. He lays me down, his cock still buried deep inside me. He starts to pound into me, his balls slapping against my ass, the sound echoing around the room.
It's animalistic and raw, and I love every second of it. I come again, my pussy clenching around him, my juices soaking the carpet.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunts, his rhythm becoming erratic.
I feel his cock thicken and know he's close. "Come for me," I beg, "Fill me up."
With a grunt, he does, his cum spurting into me, hot and thick. I clench around him, milking him for every last drop.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, for a few minutes before he pulls out. I look up at him, my pussy still pulsing with pleasure.
"Thank you," I murmur, "That was amazing."
He smiles, "Anytime, Jane," he says, "Anytime."
And as I get dressed and head back to my own house, I can't help but hope this won't be the last time I bounce on that big thick, married but forbidden cock. |
