Chapter 1: An Unexpected Invitation at Dusk
The porch creaked under Bob's weight as he leaned against the railing, his beer bottle dangling loose from two fingers. He'd been watching Stefan move through his garden next door, the old man's silhouette sharp against the last smear of orange on the horizon. Their fence line was low, just cedar planks and a gap where the gate had never quite latched, and Bob had always liked that about the neighborhood. Open. Easy.
"Hey, Stefan!" Bob's voice carried across the yard, easy and warm. "You done for the night? Come have a drink with us. We've got plenty."
Stefan paused mid-motion, a pair of pruning shears in one hand. He looked up, and even from this distance Debbie could see the way his eyes narrowed against the fading light, assessing. He set the shears down on the workbench with a deliberate slowness, wiped his palms on his trousers, and walked toward the gap in the fence. His stride was unhurried, the walk of a man who had never once in his life felt the need to hurry anywhere.
Debbie felt her skin prickle before he'd even reached the gate. The evening air had gone thick and humid, the kind of weight that pressed against bare shoulders and made the chlorine from the pool smell sharper than it should. She shifted on her lounge chair, acutely aware of how little fabric covered her.
Bob had picked out her swimsuit for her that evening. Had held it up between two fingers with a grin that she'd read as playful, before she realized he was serious. The top was two triangles of stretchy floral print held together by strings that tied at her back and neck. The bottoms were high on her hips, a narrow band of fabric that did nothing to hide the curve of her ass. She'd felt bold wearing it for him in their bedroom, spinning slow so he could watch the way the light moved across her skin. She had not expected an audience.
She shot Bob a look now, eyebrows raised, the question sharp in her eyes. What the hell?
Bob just smiled, that calm, easy smile he wore like a second skin. He raised his bottle to his lips and drank, and when he lowered it, he gave her a small shrug, one that seemed to say, relax, it's fine. He'd always been like that. Never a drop of jealousy in him. He liked the way strangers looked at her, the way their eyes stuck and lingered. It lit something in him, she'd learned that over the years of their marriage. What she wore, what she showed, it was a gift he gave her to wear, and he loved watching the world receive it.
She hated that it worked. Hated that his calm stare could quiet the flutter of panic in her chest, that his approval was enough to make her take a breath and settle back into the chair. What was appropriate, she thought, was getting blurry again. The alcohol helping her relax, further blurring the lines.
"Bob. Debbie." Stefan's voice came low and gravelly as he stepped onto the porch, the gate swinging shut behind him with a soft click. He nodded at each of them in turn, and when his gaze settled on Debbie, it held a second longer than courtesy demanded. His eyes were blue, the color of summer afternoon sky, and they traced a slow path from her face down across her breasts, settling to the knot at her hip before he looked away, a curve on his lips.
Fuck, she thought. He'd seen everything. All of it.
"Please," Bob said, gesturing at the cooler. "Grab yourself something. Beer, wine, whatever you want. We're celebrating the end of the week."
Stefan moved to the cooler with that same unhurried grace. He popped the lid, considered the contents, and pulled out a bottle of white wine that had been sweating in the ice. He worked the corkscrew with steady, practiced hands, the muscles in his forearms shifting beneath his skin. He was lean, his build the kind you got from decades of disciplined work rather than vanity. The brass watch on his wrist caught the porch light as he poured.
The clink of ice against glass was unnaturally loud in the cooling air. Debbie found herself staring at the amber liquid filling his glass, the way the condensation crawled down the sides and beaded on his knuckles.
"Mighty kind of you," Stefan said, settling into the chair beside theirs. He sat with his legs spread, elbows on his knees, every inch of him relaxed. "This heat has been something else. My hydrangeas are begging for rain."
"Tell me about it," Bob said, settling back. "Debbie's been wilting out by the pool all afternoon. I told her she needed to cool off, that's why I dug out her little number there."
Debbie wanted to sink through the deck boards. She crossed her arms, then uncrossed them, not sure where to put them. Her nipples were hard against the thin fabric, responding to the the attention, and she knew without looking that it was visible. Everything was visible.
Stefan's gaze drifted to her, and his mouth curved, just slightly, at one corner. Not quite a smile. Something quieter, more knowing.
"She looks fine to me," he said, and his voice was low enough that she felt it at the base of her spine. "Cool, comfortable. A man appreciates a woman who knows how to enjoy her own space."
Bob laughed, a full, happy sound. "She does that. Debbie, tell Stefan about the time you got caught skinny dipping at that lake cabin."
"Bob." Her voice came out thin, and she hated it.
"Go on, it's funny. He'll get a kick out of it."
Stefan watched her over the rim of his glass as he drank. The wine moved down his throat and she found herself tracking the motion, the bob of his Adam's apple, the way his hand cradled the glass like it was something precious. She was shy. That was the truth of her, the core she'd never quite shaken even after all these years with Bob, even after all the adventures he'd talked her into. But there was another part of her too, the part that surfaced when she was on display, when eyes raked over her skin. That part liked it. That part felt alive.
She realized the silence had stretched and everyone was waiting. Bob looked at her with that patient, adoring grin. Stefan looked at her like he had all the time in the world.
She took a breath and told the story, and when she got to the part about the whole boating party towing her behind their wakeboard boat, naked and screaming with laughter, Bob's hand found her knee. His palm was warm, possessive without being cruel. Stefan's eyes never left her face.
The ice clinked in his glass again.
"Your wife's got an adventurous soul," Stefan said to Bob, though he was watching her. "Brave one, too. That's a rare combination."
"We think so," Bob said.
Debbie's skin was burning in the twilight, every nerve ending awake. The humidity pressed close and the pool lights flickered to life below them, turning the water an improbable blue. She shifted in her chair, and the strings of her bikini bottom shifted with her, and she felt Stefan's gaze drop to follow the motion.
Whatever was coming, she had the sinking feeling she'd agreed to it the moment Bob waved that beer bottle in the air.
She was up before she'd decided to move, the words out of her mouth on their own. "I need to cool off."
Bob's hand slid up from her knee, moving to site on her bikini bottoms. He held the string as she started to get up. The knot untied and her bikini bottoms fell away. She turned shocked as she was exposed to Stefan. She froze as she stared at Stefan. His eyes on her neatly trimmed pussy. Unable to move she watched as his eyes finally traveled up her body, lingering at her breasts before meeting her gaze. He had a hungry look in his eyes as he looked at her. They remained staring at each other, Debbie not moving, feeling her breath in her throat, her nipple hardening even more. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she stuck her chest out as she maintained eye contact. Stefan remained still, looking, watching his face relaxed with a glint in his eye, challenging her to continue.
She felt Bob raise up behind her, his hand moving behind her neck, a slow tug of the string and the loosening of her bikini top. She remained motionless, frozen as she was exposed to her neighbor. She watched his eyes travel down to her breasts, a gentle smile on his face. His eyes were filled with lust, hungry and penetrating. Stefan didn't say anything, just watched her from the chair, the porch light catching the long line of her thighs as she stood. She felt his gaze like a physical touch, a warm pressure moving down her spine as she walked past him to the edge of the deck.
The pool lights had transformed the water into a sheet of glowing turquoise, impossibly bright against the deepening dark. The surface was still, mirror-smooth, and she could see her own reflection wavering in it, a ghost of herself in florals and string. The humidity clung to her skin, made her feel like she was wearing the air itself.
Her toes hit the edge of the coping, the concrete still warm from the day's sun, and she paused. One breath. Another. She could hear the soft clink of ice behind her, a chair creaking as someone shifted. They were watching. Both of them.
Fuck it.
She dove.
The water hit her like a burst of static, cool and electric against her overheated skin, shocking the breath out of her. She surfaced with a gasp, shaking her head to clear the hair from her face, and the world came back in fragments. The glowing blue of the pool around her. The dark silhouette of her own body rippling beneath the surface. The two men on the porch, still as statues.
The water moved against her like a second skin, and she floated in it, letting the coolness seep into her muscles, into the tight knot of nerves in her stomach. She rolled onto her back, staring up at the bruised sky, and the stars were just beginning to punch through the indigo. The hum of the pool filter was the only sound.
"Bob," she heard Stefan say, low and rough, and then nothing else. Just the sound of her husband's laugh, quiet and satisfied, like a man who'd just won something.
She swam a slow lap, letting the water slide along her breasts, her hips, her thighs, and when she came up at the shallow end she was facing them. The porch light made a halo around their shapes, two dark figures in a frame of warm gold. She could see Bob leaning back in his chair, beer in hand, utterly content. And Stefan had shifted forward, elbows on his knees, hands loosely clasped. His glass sat on the deck beside him, forgotten.
"Water's perfect," she said, and her voice came out steadier than she expected. "You two should come in."
Bob raised his bottle in a salute. "Maybe in a bit. We've got a great view from here."
Stefan said nothing, but she could feel his eyes on her, tracing the waterline where it kissed her collarbone. He was reading her like a book, she realized. Not just looking at her body, though he was doing plenty of that. He was reading the why of it. Why she'd stripped. Why she'd dove. Why she was still here, treading water in the deep end with her breasts just breaking the surface, not swimming for the ladder.
The water felt alive against her skin. She wanted to feel it everywhere.
She pushed off the wall and let herself sink, the water closing over her head, and the world went silent and blue. She swam the length of the pool underwater, hair streaming out behind her like dark smoke, and when she surfaced at the deep end she was breathing hard, chest heaving, water sluicing down her stomach. She turned and swam to the middle of the pool and stood. The water just covering her nipples, only exposing them as the small waves moved around her body.
Stefan had stood up.
He walked to the edge of the deck, close to where the ladder met the water, and looked down at her. His shadow fell across her, cool and long. "Is it cold?"
"Not if you get in fast," she said, and the double meaning hung there in the humid air between them.
He smiled, that quiet, knowing curve, and he didn't look away as he began to unbutton his shirt. She watched his fingers work the buttons, slow and deliberate, and when he peeled the fabric away she saw the shape of him properly. Old muscle, honest and lean, a dusting of silver hair across his chest fading into a line that disappeared into his trousers. His skin was tan from hours in the garden, weathered in a way that suited him. He folded his shirt neatly and set it on the chair beside Bob.
Bob was watching with open delight, that hungry-for-spectacle grin she knew so well. He didn't look away, didn't shrink from what was happening. He raised his beer bottle to Stefan like a toast.
Stefan's hands went to his belt, and the sound of the buckle coming undone was sharp and loud in the quiet night. He slid his trousers down, kicked off his shoes, and stood at the edge of the pool in dark boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the shape of him. He was hard, evident through the thin fabric, and he didn't try to hide it, didn't turn away. He just looked down at her, water dripping from her hair, and stepped off the edge.
He hit the water with a controlled, almost silent dive, barely a splash, and surfaced ten feet from her. The water darkened his hair, plastered the silver strands to his forehead, and he slicked it back with one hand, his eyes never leaving hers. He swam toward her, slow, unhurried, and the water grew shallow around them as they met in the middle of the pool.
They were close enough now that she could see the fine lines around his eyes, could smell the wine and something else on his breath, something warm and clean. The water lapped at her breasts, and she felt the pull of the current as he moved, felt it brush her thighs.
"Thank you," he said, quiet enough that only she could hear. "For the invitation."
She didn't say anything. She couldn't. His hand came up out of the water and she watched it move toward her, watched it close around her breast, fingers sliding across her nipple. He moved his hands around her waist and pulled her toward him, gently, and she went, her body deciding before her mind could catch up. He turned her so she was facing Bob. She could feel him move behind her, She could feel his erect cock pushing against her ass. The thin material of his boxers, a barrier to this moving to a somewhere she was not sure about.
Standing there with her husband peeling off her clothes while their neighbor watched her completely exposed was an experience she'd never fantasized about. It was wickedly thrilling. Her husband had been calling the shots until now, but suddenly the choice was hers alone to continue or halt this forbidden dance. Her mind was a muddled haze of lust and wine, any sensible thought drowned out by desire. Her hands drifted down, settling on Stefan's fingers where they still gripped her waist.
Was this to stop anything progressing? She didn't know, her pulse was racing and she couldn't move. She looked at Bob. His eyes were full of arousal. She could tell he was turned on and enjoying how this was playing out. She wanted to please her husband, to excite him and turn him on. She didn't understand the limits, would he stop things if they went too far? Would he draw a line at any point and set a limit.
Lost in the haze of arousal, Stefan began to guide her hands upward, his own following the path as they lingered just shy of her breasts. Paralyzed by indecision, Debbie allowed the movement, her fingers instinctively tightening around his in silent consent. Seizing this unspoken permission, Stefan's palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her already hard nipples. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as pleasure coursed through her, her legs threatening to buckle while her ass pressed firmly against the unmistakable hardness of his erection.
She could see Bob,stiffen slightly, studying her face as Stefan felt her breasts, pinching her nipples. Bob moved slightly forward as she moaned with the nipple play. She couldn't read his expression. He wasn't moving to stop this, he remained silent watching. She saw his eyes watching Stefan caress her breasts, watched as he gave a hard swallow, as he moved to adjust his hard cock in his pants.
Stefan slid a hand out from under her hand, sliding it down her body, not stopping until his fingers slid along the lips of her pussy. She realized her fingers were now caressing her nipples, circling them, pulling on them. Her mouth slightly open as his fingers found her clit, gently circling and exploring. She couldn't believe she was so turned on. Her husband was watching her being touched and caressed by their neighbor. He should be stopping this.
Debbie let her head fall back on Stefan's shoulder as her body gave in to he sensation and an orgasm rippled through her body. As she came down from the orgasm something had changed, She could still feel Stefan's hard cock pressing between her ass cheeks but it was different, smoother, warmer. Her breath caught as she felt the head of his cock slide along her ass crack. He was taller than her so his cock slid down her ass crack, catching slightly on her asshole as it slid towards her along her pussy lips. It would then slowly pull back, then push forward, catching again on her asshole. She was focused on it being a cock, just a cock then she remembered it didn't belong to her husband. That made her nervous and excited her all at the same time.
Debbie tilted her hips and pushed back. Enjoying the feeling of his hard cock sliding along her pussy. She was losing control, if Bob didn't stop this soon she didn't think she would be able to stop this from going further. There had never been any discussion on her sleeping with anyone else. Bob had always pushed her to wear sexy clothes, trying to get her to flash strangers or expose her naked body whenever he could.
She had done it to please him, she knew it excited him and it was fun when she was in the right mood. This was different. She was naked, with their neighbor sliding his cock along her pussy. She felt Stefan push two fingers into her pussy, his other hand pushing against her shoulders, bending her slightly. This changed the angle and the next time his cock slid forward it stayed lodged at her asshole. The pressure of his cock building, pushing against her asshole trying to gain entry.
Debbie looked at Bob, a mixture of surprise and shock, mixed with the arousal and excitement. Bob watched her as Stefan held her tightly. Stefan was using the hand that still had two finger buried deep in her pussy to hold her while he pushed forward. His cock not able to gain entry.
Debbie, still frozen could feel her asshole relenting, allowing this cock entry. She gasped as the cock head popped thru and entered her ass. She stiffened, the initial pain and discomfort of the intruding cock. Stefan held still allowing her to relax and get accustomed to the cock in her ass.
Debbie, still caressing her breasts pulled on her nipples, looking directly at Bob. His arousal evident by the tenting of his pants and hungry look in his eyes. He hadn't stopped this. He had let their neighbor push his cock into her ass. She was about to be fuck by someone else, while being watched by her husband. Lost in the moment she and her excitement she pushed back onto Stefan, pushing his cock deeper into her ass. She felt is fill her ass as pushed until he was fully buried, her ass touching his thighs.
Stefan pulled back and started a steady rhythm of fucking her ass. This was fucking, not making love. Debbie was being fucked by her neighbor. In the ass, in front of her husband. Debbie stared at Bob, letting Stefan fuck her, Bob must have wanted this, he never stepped in or said anything to stop it. Debbie found herself pushing back into each thrust, her mine still unable to decide anything other than to let her body respond and be fucked.
She felt Stefan's cock start to stiffen, his hand moved faster as he plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy. The feeling of his cock about to erupt inside of her ass pushed Debbie over the edge and another orgasm swept thru her body. This one causing her to twitch and convulse. Her knees buckling as Stefan increased the force of his fucking. She was held up by his cock and the fingers in her pussy. Stefan groaned and his cock erupted into her ass. Pulse after pulse sending his come deep into her ass.
Debbie's eyes came back into focus as Stefen pulled his cock out of her ass. He held her close as he clung to her. Debbie looked at Bob, she saw a wet patch on the front of his pants. She couldn't read his expression leaving her a little scared of how he was going to react now it was over. She had a feeling of guilt, uncertainty on why this had happened. who should have put a stop to it. She had been convinced Bob would have stopped this well before she had a cock in her ass.
Stefan loosened his grip and Debbie moved forward dove under the water, surfacing in the shallow end, she and climbed out of the pool unsure of what to do next as she grabbed her towel and looked at Bob. He remained silent, his face calm and still showing the signs of his arousal.
"I need a shower," was all Debbie said as she headed inside.
Her sexual high was wearing off and she felt confused. How had this gone so far so quickly? She didn't even find Stefan attractive. For his age she admired how active and fit he was but was Stefan, their older neighbor. A friendly face over the fence, always willing to lend a hand. Not someone who had seen her without clothes, touched her naked body or fucked her in the ass. How was she going to face him again.
How could she talk to him over the fence or ask him for advice with her gardening. All these thoughts swirled thru her brain as the hot water flowed over her body. She heard bob enter the bathroom, the screen door opened and he entered the shower, his cock rock hard and throbbing.
He pulled her to him kissing her passionately, roughly, full of hunger and arousal. Debbie dissolved into his arms, her pussy tingling at the brutal kiss and hard squeezing hold. "I need to fuck you," Bob said as his cock pushed into her stomach. He easily lifted her up and pushed her into the cold tiles, Her legs circling her waist as his cock pushed against her opening. Debbie let out a load moan as Bob pushed his cock into her pussy in a single hard thrust. He held still for a second adjusting his hands under her thighs as he started thrusting his cock into her pussy. She was being fucked again. Not slow and sensual, this was animalistic, hard, forceful thrusts crushing her against the tiles.
Bob continued to fuck her, his groans getting louder as the fucking continued. He was reclaiming his wife. Fucking her. Debbie moved his head so she could kiss him as he plowed his cock into her pussy, pulling him as close as she could with her legs. Bob moved back slightly, adjusting his hands so they gripped her ass, her knees locked over his forearms. He lifted her then drove forward, slapping his pelvis into her with brutal force. He was fucking her like a man possessed. Debbie bounded up and down on his cock. She had never been fucked this hard and she was loving it. Her husband was fucking her with everything her had.
She felt the familiar feeling as his cock started to harden. He was about to come. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fffuuuuccccckkkkkk mmmmmeeeeeee." Debbie screamed as Bob emptied his load into her pussy. Debbie loosened her legs and slid down his body. Kissing his face, his neck and chest as she ran her hands over his back.
Bob looked at her and kissed her. This was a slow sensual loving kiss. So different from the needy, brutal fuck she had just received. "I love you," Debbie said between kisses.
"I Love you too," Bob replies, his breathing back to normal.
They finished their shower in silence. Debbie exiting first, drying her self and wrapping her hair in her towel as she got ready for bed, standing infront of the mirror in the nude. Bob turned off the shower and dried himself. Debbie could see him looking at her as he stood behind her. She wiggled her bum at him as she finished brushing her teeth. She left the bathroom and headed into the bedroom.
Bob heard her say whoops as he brushed his teeth. He finished up and entered the bedroom. The main light was off with only the side lights on. Debbie was in the bed the covers only up to her waist. She was smiling at him with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. Bob raised and eyebrow.
"Stefan got a good night peek," Debbie said as she giggled. "When I went to the window to shut the curtains Stefan was standing in his back yard. He looked up and waved at me."
She saw Bob's cock start to swell. Feeling mischievous Debbie looked at Bob, "I did a little turn, shaking my hips and looked at him as I waved him good night."
Bob was now fully erect as he looked at Debbie, the same look of arousal as he had earlier. Debbie could feel her pussy getting wet watching Bob get excited. She opened her arms beckoning him to come to her. Bob moved to her side of the bed and lay down on top her, his lips crushing hers as he kissed her passionately. Bob rolled over pulling her over so she was straddling him.
Debbie started grinding her pussy into him. then sliding along his cock, teasing him but not allowing him to enter her pussy. She smiled. "I could see you liked watching Stefan fuck me in the ass," she said it slowly and her voice was low and husky.
Bob looked surprised. "He fucked you in the ass?" As he asked the question she could feel his cock twitch and it felt even harder. She leaned forward and slid up then down trapping his penis in her folds and allowing it to push into her pussy. They both let out a moan as she pushed down, his penis buried to the hilt in her pussy.
"He pushed into my ass while you watched. I thought at any time you would stop him, join us or say something but you didn't. You undressed me as he watched. You continued to watch as he joined me in the pool and touched me. I was waiting for you to stop Stefan. by the time I realized you were just going to watch I had a cock in my ass, fucking me." Debbie watched his face as she ground her pussy onto his cock. She could feel bob's cock twitch in her pussy as she spoke.
"Did you want him to fuck me?" Debbie asked as she continued continued to slowly grind her pussy on bob's cock. Her clit rubbing nicely on the junction of his cock to his body. She saw Bob thinking, studying her as she waited for an answer.
"I never expected he would touch you and you would let him. That shocked me but made me so excited. I was expecting you to stop him every step of the way. I loved seeing his hands on your breasts, teasing your nipples. I got so hard when I saw you push your ass back into him, losing yourself in the moment. When he ran his hand down your body, I guessed he was trying to fuck you. I thought he was trying to get his cock into your pussy. I never expected him to succeed, let alone fuck you in the ass. That is so hot. I loved seeing you lose yourself in the feeling, seeing you being fucked by someone else was extremely exciting, I was expecting jealousy, but you looked so sexy. Your body moving and being active, not just being fucked but fucking back."
Debbie could feel her face flush red as Bob told her he watched her getting fucked and watched her enjoying it. The fact Stefan had his cock in her ass only seemed to make it more arousing, more taboo. Debbie continued to grind her clit into Bob. Her orgasm getting closer and closer, she let herself go as the feelings consumed her, her head filled with images of a cock in her pussy, of Bob nearby watching her getting fucked. She pictured another cock getting pushed into her mouth as the cock in her ass pushed in and out of her ass. She let out a loud moan and collapsed on Bob's chest as another orgasm ripped thru her body, She couldn't believe she had come again. Her pussy contracted and pulsed around Bob's cock as her orgasm continued into another smaller orgasm. She finally lay still on his chest, her body slowly relaxing as she enjoyed the post orgasm feelings. The images of a cock in her mouth and a cock in her ass as Bob watched still vivid in her brain. Causing her face to flush again.
Bob was holding her as her breathing returned to normal. She could still feel his hard cock in her pussy. "I want you on top. Make love to me."
Bob rolled them over. He kissed her as he started a long slow rhythm of making love. Debbie kissed him back, the feverish fucking was gone, replaced with gentle love making. Their bodies in a in unison, melding together as she pushed back to meet each of his thrusts, her legs moving around his waist and drawing him as close as she could. Bob continued with long slow thrusts, sucking her tongue into his mouth,when her heard a moan he increased his pace, pushing in deep with each thrust. Debbie could feel his cock hardening, she wanted his come, she wanted to feel his cock erupt deep in her pussy. This would be her husband retaking her wife.
Bob grained as he orgasmed. Stopping his thrusts and letting his cock pulse deep in her pussy. Debbie squeezed him tightly as she felt his cock pulse and release his load of come in her pussy. She was tired and satisfied, content and in love. She drifted off to sleep with Bob's cock still in her pussy.
Debbie woke in the morning to the smell of coffee and bacon eggs. She thru on a light see thru dressing gown and headed downstairs. Bob was whistling away as he prepared breakfast. "Morning sleepy head," he said cheerfully.
Debbie nodded, her head a little sore from the wine and she could feel her pussy and ass were a little tender after last night. "Morning," was all that came out of her mouth, hoarse and nor much more than a whisper. She watched as Bob, merry and cheerful, as he finished making breakfast. A coffee appeared in front of her, strong and black. She sighed as the coffee filled her mouth and slid down her throat into her stomach. A plate with two eggs and bacon with hot toast and melted butter. Debbie was silent as she ate. The coffee and food were working there magic. She could feel headache easing as she ate.
Bob stayed silent watching her as she ate. Waiting patiently for her to put her knife and fork down. Debbie finished her food and sipped her coffee. Bob refilled her coffee and headed to the back door. He held it open as Debbie got up and followed him outside. She would normally not go outside in a see thru dressing gown. She saw a small smile on Bob's face as she passed him. Her hand brushing the front of his pants as she went outside.
She lay down on the sunlounger smiling at Bob as he sat on a chair near her.
"So you like the outfit," Debbie said in her best sultry sexy voice. Bob smiled and nodded, he looked across towards Stefan's house. Debbie followed his gaze. She felt her stomach tighten and she could feel her pussy getting moist. Why was she having this reaction? It was a little confusing. Last night she could blame the alcohol and the mood. Today she was sober, no excuses. The pictures of a cock coming towards her mouth, of a cock entering her pussy, her ass were filling her thoughts. She went beet red as she tried to think of something else. Too late. She flicked a look at Bob. He was watching her.
"Penny for your thoughts," bob said as he studied her face. His calm curious look assessing her reactions.
Debbie blushed even more as she realised she had been busted. bob knew her too well for her to try and lie, but she didn;t want to answer the question. "Just remembering last night," she mumble.
Bob smiled,"Is that all?"
Damn he knew her too well. Debbie took a long sip of her coffee. Not sure if this was a conversation she should have with her husband. How does she start a conversation about her fantasizing about being fucked again as Bob watched. She didnt have to answer as a voice from over the fence boomed out a loud "Good Morning."
It was Stefan and he cam thru the gate without waiting for an invitation.
"To be continued," Bob said as he got up to greet Stefan.
Stefan approached his eyes widening as he took in Debbie lying on the sun lounger in a short see thru dressing gown. Debbie went bright red as she realised what she was wearing. Knowing he had touched her and fucked did little to reduce the embarrassment of being nearly naked in front of him in the daylight, completely sober.
"Good morning," Debbie managed as she concentrated on drinking her coffee. She avoided looking at Stefan, but she could feel his eyes exploring her body. Too embarrassed to move she hoped Bob would move Stefan on and have him leave. Her eyes flicked to Bob and all hope of this being over quickly disappeared as she saw him smiling at her. He was loving this. Debbie was instantly annoyed at Bob. If this is what he wants, then this is what he gets. Debbie moved and put her coffee cup down beside her. The movement causing the dressing gown to fall open, her breasts and pussy on display to Bob. She smiled at Stefan. "Last night was fun," she said trying to sound as sexy as possible. Stefan stared at Debbie, his eyes slowly moving from her face to her breasts to her pussy. He was taking his time, studying her.
He looked like he was memorizing everything he saw. Finally he broke the silence. "Best night I've had in a long time. Thank you." He paused thinking about what he was going to say next.
"I really like you as neighbors and I hope last night doesn't ruin our friendship. I still can't believe such an attractive, sexy lady would entertain me. Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that."
Debbie heard her voice. "Thank you Stefan, that was the hottest night of my life. I know we can still be friends."
Bob nodded and made a grunt. Debbie could see Stefan relax as she finished speaking.
"Thank you. It was truly wonderful." He moved to Bob and offered his hand. bob took it and they shook hands. Bob looked at Debbie but wasn't sure if he should approach her or not.
Seeing how uncomfortable he looked Debbie got up and approached him. She moved up to him watching as he tried his best not to look a her breasts and her pussy. She could feel her breasts bounce and move as she approached. Her face reddening. Her nipples hardening. That tingling in her belly and the feeling of arousal in her pussy.
Stefan closed that last bit of distance between them and they hugged. Debbie gave her a peck on the cheek as she stepped back. "Time to get some clothes on," She said as she turned to leave.
"No need on my behalf," came from Stefan before he could think. "Sorry, I didn't mean . . " Stefan said with a red face.
Debbie looked back over her shoulder with a confidence and smile that surprised her. She had a sultry smile on her face as she disappeared inside. Stefan said his good byes and practically ran out of the yard as Bob followed Debbie inside.
"You minx," Bob said as he cam up behind Debbie, running his hands across her breasts and tweaking her nipples.
Debbie turned to face her husband. She felt empowered at how sexual she was feeling. She looked into Bob's eyes as she dropped to her knees. Never letting her her eyes drop from his. She pulled his pants down freeing his hard cock. Her tongue extended and lick the pre come off the tip. "Yumm," she purred as she kissed the head then took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. At the right angle if she was aroused enough she had manged to take allog Bob;s cock into her mouth and throat but it was uncomfortable and her throat was always a little sore afterwards.
She wanted to deep throat him today. She pushed forward, trying to relax her throat. When his cock head bumped the back of her throat she gagged a little and her eyes filled with tears. She pulled back and licked his cock, running her tongue around the head, eliciting a moan from Bob. She put his cock back into her mouth and slowly moved forward, inch by inch his cock invaded her mouth, then her throat. She held still, then pushed forward. A sense of satisfaction filled her when she felt her nose bury into her pubes.
Bob grabbed her head and started to push his cock in and out of her mouth. Bob had never done this before, he was always tender and allowed her to set the pace when he got a blowjob. It excited her that Bob was taking control, using her for his pleasure. Bob held her firmly as he slowly fucked her mouth, he wasn't pushing in very far, only using her mouth. Debbie wanted all of his cock. She put her hands on his ass and pulled him forward, pushing his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She held him there them released the pressure from her hands only pulling him in deep if he didn't push all the way in.
Bob understood what she wanted and he pulled his cock out until only the head was in her mouth and then pushed forward until he felt her nose push into him. He continued to fuck her mouth with long deep strokes. He could last and soome he was clenching his ass trying to hold off the orgasm. He wanted this to last. It was no use he felt the stirrings of his orgasm and he quickened the pace, his cock pushing into Debbie's mouth, crushing her lips as he bottomed out.
Debbie felt his cock hardening, this is what she wanted. Bob fucking her mouth and coming down her throat. It felt so sexual, so naughty, another first and one she knew she would be repeating. Her hand dropped to her pussy, rapidly rubbing her clit as she felt her husband nearing his orgasm. Bob tarted slowing his thrusting, his cock hardening, he stopped thrusting and Debbie pushed her mouth around his cock, squashing her nose into her pubes as his cock started pulsing, sending jet after jet of come down her throat. As he staggered back Debbie sat back with her legs open rubbing her clit, her hand moved to her breast and pinched and pulled the nipple as an orgasm swept thru her body.
bob helped her to her feet. She wiped her mouth, picking up a dribble of come that had escaped her mouth, She licked her fingers as she smiled at Bob. Over his shoulder she saw Stefan move out of site on his rear porch. Another first, giving her husband a blowjob with an audience.
Life went back to normal with Bob and Debbie being busy with life and work. It was a couple of weeks when Debbie was doing some gardening in the back yard. She heard Stefan in his garden and was expecting him to stick his head over the fence or come thru the gate. He never appeared. Debbie was a little surprised but continued gardening. the heat was getting to her so she decided it was time for a break. She approached the pool taking off her clothes and diving in.
As she came to the surface she flipped her hair back she decided to do a lazy couple of laps. As she was finishing her third lap she could hear a noise on the other side of Stefan's fence. She rolled onto her back and did a couple of laps of back stroke, hoping this would bring Stefan to the fence. Silence. Maybe he had gone inside. Debbie climbed out of the pool. She was surprised how disappointed she felt. She stood by the pool wringing her hair out as she contemplated being disappointed at not being able to show her naked body to her neighbor. This was quite a change from only ever going out to the pool in very modest bikinis, she never would have considered swimming in the nude.
When Bob had tried to get her to swim in the nude he got a punch in the shoulder and a resounding No Way.
She was sure Stefan was watching her but there was just silence from next door. She made her way to the sun lounge and lay down. She had left her sun glasses next to her clothes so she got up and went to the pile of clothes. She went past them then bent as the waist. She slightly spread her legs giving Stefan a great view of her pussy. She fussed with the clothes, listening for any noise, she was sure she heard a sharp intake of breath. Smiling she straightened and put her sun glasses on before returning to the sun lounge.
Stefan still didn't appear. She lay there for another 10 minutes then decided she was getting too much sun. She got up looking over towards, the fence and gate separating the yards. Still no Stefan. She felt a pang of worry that Stefan was avoiding them, maybe out of embarrassment or feeling uncomfortable. She had a quick shower and started dinner.
Bob arrived home as she was putting the dinner on plates. Bob gave her a peck on the cheek and left to change out of his work clothes.
They sat at the table, Debbie still deep in thought about Stefan.
"I think Stefan is avoiding us," she said to Bob, looking at his face to see his reaction.
Bob saw the concerned look on her face. He was about to crack a joke and decided this wasn't the time.
He thought for a second.
"I will pop over after dinner and say hello, I will see what his reaction is, see if he is avoiding us. I am sure he isn't. When I saw him a couple of days ago he looked busy, he waved and smiled at me before disappearing inside."
Debbie nodded and they ate in silence, both of them in thought. Bob was wondering if Stefan was avoiding them. Surely not. He looked like he really enjoyed fucking Debbie. It had changed something in Debbie that Bob loved, she was not as modest, her clothing choice had changed. She didn't always wear a bra, more buttons were left undone on tops, dresses and skirts.
Bob finished his dinner and kissed Debbie before going over to Stefan's.
He returned about 15 minutes later.
"Stefan left for his sisters a couple of days ago, it is her birthday. Arnold has been looking after his house while he is away."
Debbie was shocked. She didn't like Arnold. He was an overweight, arrogant pig. He would always stare at her breasts or her ass. He held her hand too long and came to close to her when he greeted her. She remembered her little display in the back yard, Arnold must have been behind the fence, staring at her as she took her clothes off, as she swam. She had even given him great view of her pussy as she had collected her clothes.
"I flashed Arnold today." She said angrily.
Bob raised and eyebrow, a smile on his lips.
"It's not funny. I thought it was Stefan. I thought he was avoiding me so I gave him a little show." Debbie looked annoyed.
Of all the people to see her naked, Arnold was the last person she wanted on that list. She couldn't believe he had seen her nude, and she had shown him her pussy.
Bob stayed silent watching his wife go thru the afternoon in her head. "so what happened," he asked calmly.
Debbie went to the fridge and got out the white wine. She didn't drink mid week but this was different. She needed alcohol.
She poured a large glass and downed it before pouring another large glass. Bob moved to the sofa and sat down.
Debbie came over and sat opposite him. She took a large gulp of wine and relayed the story of what she did.
She was studying bob's face, wondering what his reaction would be. When she finished she finished the wine and went back for a refill. She could feel the effects of drinking quickly but filled the glass and returned to the sofa.
Bob couldn't hold back a laugh as she sat down.
"You definitely made his year.", Bob said unable to contain his laughter. Debbie gave him a glare but the wine was doing its job. She felt less annoyed. Bob thinking it was funny annoyed her at first, then something shifted. She put the glass down and moved next to Bob. Her hand went to his crutch. She could feel his hard cock.
"You pervert. You like that Arnold got to see me naked. That he got to look at my breasts and my pussy." As she said this she could feel his cock pulse under her hand. She could feel her arousal building.
"I think I need another swim," she said looking seductively at Bob. She finished her wine and moved out onto the porch. She made sure she made plenty of noise as she moved around the back yard, not convinced it was enough she moved into the garden and called back to house.
"Bob, I think I am going to have another swim."
Debbie made her way onto the porch. The light came on. She turned her head and saw Bob standing by the door. A smile on his face. Debbie smiled at him, shaking her head. She mouth "Pervert," at him. She turned to face the fence. She wasn't sure but she could sense she had an admirer watching from the shadows. She slowly removed her clothes, trying to make it look as natural as possible while she drew out taking off each piece of clothing. What had gotten into her. She knew is was fat, ugly arrogant Arnold staring at her.
It only seemed to get her hornier as she thought about him hiding out of view staring at her. Seeing her take off her clothes. Standing next to the pool running her hands up and cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She lifted her hands above her head and arched her back. She knew she had dragged this on long enough. She slowly walked to the pool and stood by the edge. Dipping her toe into the pool, checking the temperature. It was cool. Not that the cool water could make her nipples any harder. She dove in and swam until she was in the shallow end she stood up, flicking her hair over her head and running her hand over her head. She knew this was giving Arnold a great view of her breasts.
She heard the back door open and Bob came out in his swimmers. He dove in and came up behind her Her moved his hands to her breasts and gave them a squeeze before pinching her nipples. Debbie let her head fall back on his shoulder as he continued to feel her breasts. She could feel his erection pushing into her back. She reached behind her and undid his pants, pushing her hand down the front and grabbing his hard cock.
"What do want to show Arnold now," Bob said, his voice thick with arousal.
Debbie turned and maneuvered Bob to the side indicating she wanted him to sit on the edge. Before he pulled himself up she pulled his swimmers down. She lent in taking his cock into her mouth, pushing all the way down until his pubes were pushing into her nose. She bobbed her head up and down, Taking his cock deep into her throat. After a couple of minutes she pulled of his cock. Bob noticed how horny she looked. He got up helping her out of the pool. He moved her to the sun lounge he wanted to fuck her hard with Arnold watching.
Debbie lay back on the sun lounge, Bob moved on top of her and entered her and started to fuck her. Not the loving gentle love making, it was raw and hard, he slammed his cock into her pussy, the sun lounge making load creaking and banging noises as he fucked her.
Debbie pushed on his chest until he pulled out and got off of her. She pushed him down, and got on top of him, guiding his cock into her pussy. She was riding he hard and fast, raising and lowering her pussy onto his cock. She stopped for second then started again as an orgasm shook her body.
Debbie got up and faced away from Bob. Arnold would be looking straight at her, he would see her face as she fucked her husband. That is what Debbie wanted, She was hoping to see Arnold watching her, to see his face as she bounced up and down on her husbands cock.
Debbie, positioned herself above her husbands cock and sank down on him, a loud moan escaping her lips. She looked over the fence, searching next door, trying to see Arnold. She knew he was there somewhere. She bounced up and down, leaning back supporting herself off her hands as she raised and lowered herself on her husbands cock. Still no Arnold.
She lifted herself up and held her husbands cock straight up. She moved so his cock head was lined up with her asshole. She slowly lowered herself on his cock. She lent back, giving Arnold a view of her pussy and her asshole full of cock.
Bob ran his hands down her legs, grabbing her behind her knees, He lifted his hands, spreading her legs as he started to fuck her ass. Debbie lent back, knowing Arnold could see everything. She moved her hand down and started rubbing her clit. A nice orgasm was building, she could feel it, her body started to twitch and shake. A huge orgasm took her over an she moaned and groaned as she twitched from the orgasm rippling through her body. The orgasm slowed and she kept rubbing her clit, another orgasm hit and she jerked and twitched, throwing her head around, opening and closing her legs as the orgasm moved thru her body.
Bob picked up the pace and pulled her knees to her chest as he fucked her hard, driving his cock into her ass with long hard strokes. He continued to fuck her hard as he started to come. Debbie felt his cock pulse and flood her ass with his come.
Bob's relentless fucking paused and Debbie rose on her elbows, her attention captured by Arnold standing motionless on his back porch, his eyes fixed on their coupling. She could see his arm working in the dim porch light, his form a dark shape against the brightness from inside. His hand movements quickened, then slowed. Long deliberate strokes. Stopping, his hand resumed its motion, making several slow, measured strokes before finally stopping.
Debbie's mind raced as she recognized Arnold's awareness of her observation. He shifted slightly, and her breath caught in her throat. Arnold's dick was a fucking spectacle, appearing monstrously huge from her position. It was a thick, an intimidating length that made her pussy throb. He maintained his steady stroking of the impressive cock, and Debbie was utterly captivated by the slow, deliberate motions of his hand along the rigid flesh. It remained stubbornly hard. She gulped audibly, her eyes lifting to meet his, and saw the knowing smirk on his face as he watched her watching him.
The weight of Debbie's body pressed down onto Bob beneath her as she stared, transfixed, at Arnold's colossal cock. Her fingers moved in quick circles on her sensitive clit while her eyes followed the mesmerizing motion of his hand sliding along the thick shaft. He adjusted his stance, moving into the direct light so she could see every detail of his impressive erection. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes fixed on hers as he maintained his steady rhythm. Each time their eyes met, a gasp escaped Debbie's lips, her body responding to the raw intensity of watching this older neighbor stroke his magnificent cock with such deliberate precision.
Arnold's massive member had Debbie completely hypnotized, her gaze fixed on the impressive sight. She chewed on her lower lip as another orgasm began to build, her fingers working furiously at her clit. Arnold maintained a slow, teasing rhythm, his hand gliding up and down his substantial shaft. Debbie's body contorted as the orgasm ripped through her, her legs twitching and flailing as pleasure overwhelmed her. She glanced back to see Arnold's climax, a thick rope of semen spewing into the air.
Her first reaction surprised her—the utter waste of all that fucking cum going to waste instead of. .
The thought of that creamy essence filling her cunt sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. Her own arousal shocked her, making her quickly avert her eyes only to immediately return them to Arnold, searching his face for any sign that he could read her depraved thoughts.
Arnold's sneer twisted into something else, something dangerous. She recognized the challenge in his eyes, the unspoken promise of his engorged cock. A present for her. Debbie struggled to swallow, her mind flooded with images of that massive cock sliding into her wet cunt, filling her to the brim, fucking her raw. Her body convulsed as a low moan escaped her throat.
Bob still had his cock buried in her ass. After all her moving around her was rock hard again. He rolled her onto her side so she was still facing Arnold, grabbing her leg and hold her legs apart as he fucked her from behind. He caught site of Arnold. His eyes were drawn to his huge cock. "Holy shit," Bob said as he continued to fuck Debbie's ass. "Now that is a cock worth having an orgasm on."
Bob slowed his pace, bringing his mouth to Debbie's ear, aware she was still watching Arnold stroke his cock.
"I would love to see that cock fuck you," Bob said slowly. Wondering if he had gone to far. He knew Debbie loathed Arnold.
Debbie didn't say anything she just continued to push back into Bob. One hand went to her breast, the other to her pussy. Bob continued to talk about how big Arnold's cock was, how much it would stretch her pussy.
Debbie remained silent but her breathing had changed, it was deeper, slower. She was pushing back into Bob harder, her finger working her clit as Bob fucked her.
"Wave him over," Bob said, holding his breath waiting for Debbie to respond. He watched as Debbie raised her hand, Her pointer finger extended and it curled, slowly. The invitation was clear. Bob couldn't believe it. Debbie had just signaled Arnold to come over while she was getting fucked in the ass.
Debbie heard Bob ask her to invite Arnold over. The fat, ugly arrogant pig. With a huge cock. She could feel how hard Bob was, she could hear his breathing laboring in her ears. This was for him. All for him. It felt surreal as her hand raised, as if by itself, extending, her finger going straight then curling slowly, Calling Arnold and his cock. She watched Arnold stiffen, his hand gave one final stroke before he started moving towards them.
Her breath stuck in her throat, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Her breathes were short and sharp. He was coming over, that cock was getting closer. Her brain consumed by her arousal. Her hand still working her pussy, Rational thought gone.
She watched as Arnold left the porch and made his way to the gate, pushing it open and moving straight towards Debbie. His cock bouncing as he walked. His fat stomach sticking out under his t shirt. Hairy and white. That cock bouncing, moving, getting closer. Bob slowed and dropped his shorts and removed his t shirt. Debbie only focused on the cock.
No pleasantries, he moved straight in front of her pushing his cock against her lips. Debbie was shocked at how big his cock was this close. For such an ugly man he had a big beautiful cock. Her tongue extended touching his cock. She could taste his come. She ran her tongue around the head, cleaning off the come, tasting the musky saltiness. It twitched and bobbed on her tongue. She moved forward taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, her hand coming up to stroke the shaft. Her hand could not even close around it, She felt its warmth and how hard it was as it throbbed in her hand. She heard Arnold groan. This encouraged her to get get more of his cock into her mouth. She lent further forward, his cock stretching her mouth, stopping when it hit her throat.
She bobbed her head and ran her hand up and down his shaft. She could feel her juices flowing out of her pussy, running down her thigh. She felt Bob push into her and felt another load of his come in her ass. He pulled out and moved back to a chair watching Debbie sucking this huge cock.
Debbie moved so she was sitting in front of Arnold both hands sliding up and down his cock fascinated by its size, she knew she wanted to feel it in her pussy. She looked up at Arnold, she saw his face, an arrogant sneer as he looked down at her.
"Fuck me," Debbie said, a pleading note in her voice, desperate and needy. He put his hand on the back of her head and continued to use her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes watering as he drove his cock into her mouth. His eyes were dark and cold. No tenderness or loving just lust and arousal.
"I have always dreamed of fucking you. Our goody two shoes neighbor. Hot as fuck. Now here you are with my cock in your mouth about to get the fucking of your life." Arnold's voice was low and loud. "That's it suck it slut,"
The words hit Debbie as she realized by the end of tonight she would have been fucked by two neighbors. One of them Arnold. Arnold! How could he have such a big cock. Her thoughts interrupted as Arnold pushed forward hard, driving his cock down her throat. Her eyes bulged, she couldn't breath as his cock was lodged in her throat. Arnold grunted as he drove his cock in and out of her throat. Then quickly pulling pulling out. Debbie coughed and spluttered, saliva spewing out of her mouth, her eyes filled with tears.
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