My neighbor was such a jerk, a stereotypical bully who had eyes for my beautiful wife. I can’t believe she is indulging him. I can’t believe she’s flirting.
It seems like everytime I check they’re getting closer. Flirting by the pool or working out together. Getting closer day by day, building up to something inevitable.
The thought of the two of them is driving me mad. It’s invading my dreams and my waking life. It’s consuming me and barrelling all three of us to something immediate and present and overpowering.
I don’t know what it is that I want anymore. I don’t know if I can say no to the sight of the two of them together. When the time comes, what will I do?
Will I just stand there while he steals my wife?
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But as I walked through the house I started to hear it, muffled at first but growing clearer and louder the further in I got. It was unmistakable, and I followed it all the way up the stairs to the door of my office.
And standing on the other side of the door I could hear them. I could hear their moans and the sounds of their bodies coming together again and again. Taking a deep breath I took the handle in my hand and turned it, pushing and opening the door.
He was sitting in my chair and she was riding him. Her back to him as she rose up and down on him, their bodies fully naked and looking so very good and so very right.
I watched as my beautiful wife locked eyes with me. As that wicked smile came across her face and she bit her lip in that so tempting way. I watched her double her efforts on him, grinding herself onto him while she moaned and spoke to me.
“This is what you want,” she said, a statement and not a question in the least, “You want me to do this. You need me to do this. You need this to happen. Admit it.”
I knew she was right. I knew it in my heart and I knew it in my soul and I knew it in the throbbing hardness that was pulsing in my pants.
“I do,” I confessed, a blush rising up in me as I looked from her to him and back to her, “I need it.”
“Then watch this happen,” she told me as his hands ran up her body to cup and pinch and squeeze her breasts, “Oh watch him fuck your wife. Watch him do this while everyone in our neighborhood is out there. Everyone you know and need to have respect you.”
I was trembling, frozen in place and watching them fuck.
“Any one of them could walk in here,” she mocked me, “Any one of them could walk in and see this. So you have to choose. Either close the door with yourself in here or I’ll get off this cock and walk over to that window and open it so everyone can hear me fuck him.”
I swallowed hard, my fists clenching as I stepped into my office, into my sanctuary, and closed the door behind me.