The Neighbor’s Sugar [MFF, First] [Xpost from /r/AlexisEllison]

My husband, Dylan, was a hard man to shop for. Or maybe it was just that I always put too much pressure on myself to make any special occasion perfect.

The first time we celebrated his birthday together, we were just dating. I spent months trying to come up with the perfect gift. I had been completely broke then, so I saved my pennies until I could afford a beautiful watch. It was a fitting symbol for the years we planned to spend together but, sadly, it broke just after the warranty ran out.

His birthday was now just around the corner, and I had worked myself up into my usual panicked frenzy, trying to find the gift that could top the last one. He always told me not to worry about it- that he would be happy just spending time together. But it was something that I couldn’t help, and probably wouldn’t even if I could. So, as usual when I was stuck on a particularly difficult problem, I called in my partner-in-crime and my cool-headed confidant: our neighbor Stefanie.

We had become very fast friends since Dylan and I moved in a few years ago. We barbequed together and went out as couples. Stefanie and I had found that we could tell each other anything at all, and we could trust one another with any secret. She was like the sister I never had but always wanted. She had just come over to borrow a few ingredients; just like every other time, we ended up partway through a bottle of wine instead.

We sat at the kitchen table, pitching and rejecting one idea after another.

“Well, what does he need?” Stefanie asked.

“Nothing really,” I admitted. We were both hard workers and had been very fortunate. We really had pretty much everything that we needed. First world problems, I supposed.

“I wish I had your problems,” Stefanie said, rolling her eyes. She and her husband had fallen on very hard times lately, and they were barely making ends meet anymore. It didn’t help that her husband had refused a promotion because he “didn’t want the responsibility” and he was the only barely-functioning alcoholic I knew that preferred top-shelf liqueur to cheap beer.

That left Stefanie to pick up the financial slack. Even then, it was only with our help. We were happy to do it, of course, but I knew that it was hard on Stefanie’s pride to accept money from friends.

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe just the mounting frustration of the birthday season, but an idea slowly fell into place. An idea that would give Stefanie the money that she needed to get through the next few months, and do it in a way that wouldn’t damage her pride.

“I could… pay you to fuck Dylan.” I said it quickly, before I could come to my senses.

Stefanie’s eyes shot open wide. She opened her mouth and closed it a few times, not knowing how to respond. “Your boyfriend?”

“Yes. Exactly. Why not?”

“Maybe because he’s your boyfriend? And, oh, I don’t know- I’m married!” She glared at me and stood up. She turned towards the door, but she didn’t actually move towards it.

“Didn’t he cheat on you? With your cousin?”

Stefanie paused. “Twice,” she replied. “He was drunk,” she added weakly. “What the hell am I saying?”

That had happened years before. He apologized; groveled even. He literally begged at her feet to forgive him. He gave up drinking, too. For a while at least. Eventually she forgave him, but he had already started to slip back into some of his old habits.

I also happened to know that Stefanie had a little bit of a crush on my husband. I was the one that took her to the emergency room when her appendix burst. After a healthy dose of painkillers, she became surprisingly talkative. She told me then, in great detail, what she would like to do to my husband and how precisely she would like to do it. She also said that she was ashamed of those feeling and she’d never admit them to me, “not in a billion years.” She actually used the word “forbidden” more than once, which seemed both old -fashioned and endearing at the same time.

I never did tell her what she had told me that night. I didn’t want to embarrass her, after all. But that fact seemed very relevant now. If nothing else, it told me that I could press a little bit.

“When was the last time you had sex?” I asked.

Stefanie sighed. “Months. Goddamn.”

“So, you’ll do it?”

She looked at me, not comprehending. “You’re drunk,” she said finally, dismissing my offer. But still, she didn’t leave.

I shook my head. “Maybe, but the offer still stands,” I laughed. “Oh, come on; we’ve both seen how he looks at you when he doesn’t know we’re watching. Remember at the pool, when you got that new two-piece? Why do you think he disappeared for a while after you showed up?”

“Really?” she asked, suddenly very intrigued.

I nodded. “I want to do something special for him, and I get the feeling you want it just as bad. If he’s going to be with anyone else, it really should be my best friend.”

Stefanie’s jaw dropped, and she stared at me. “You’re serious.”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

“So what, I’m like a like a prostitute?”

“Not exactly like that. It’s just something that benefits both of us. You get paid, and I get Dylan the perfect gift. Everyone wins.”

Especially Dylan, I thought with a smile. I knew that he wanted her, and I loved him as much as I loved her. It just seemed… elegant, in a way.

“But he’s your husband!” Stefanie objected. She was running out of objections. I could see the interest in her eyes, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to embrace it- not yet, anyway.

“So?”

“I don’t know. Wouldn’t you be jealous?”

I smiled, slowly reeling her in. “Not even a little bit. In fact, I really like the idea. Besides, we both know he’s good-looking. And, just so you know, his cock is huge, so that’s a plus for you.”

“I shouldn’t know that!” Stefanie squealed. But it was a mock objection; I could see the lust slowly starting to cloud in her eyes. “How huge?”

I measured with my hands, approximating his size. Her eyes were opened wide.

“Thick, too. I guarantee you’ve never been so full.”

“What about my husband? What if he gets suspicious?” Almost there.

“I’m sure you can tell him something. Tell him you picked up an extra shift or something, whatever. You’ll think of something. Tell him the truth, if you want, as long as no one tells Dylan what we’re planning.”

Stefanie fell silent. I could tell that she was thinking. I could also tell what she wanted.

Finally, I broke the silence. “But you need to decide, before I buy him an ugly tie or another damned photo album.”

She thought, but only for a moment. I suspected that it was more to keep up the pretense of propriety more than anything else. But I was her very best friend, and knew her much better than that. “How much?” she asked finally.

I smiled. This was going to be the best birthday ever.

…

Waiting for the day was excruciating, for me and Stefanie both. I kept worrying that she would change her mind as the day came closer, but if anything, she only grew more excited. In fact, she was happier than I had ever seen her before.

It had become a sort of bonding experience for the two of us as we planned how she would fuck my husband. We even chose her outfit for the night together- a perfectly slutty set. I was actually a little bit surprised at how eagerly she seemed to accept the task, and hoped that would result in a memorable night for Dylan. And, of course, for me.

Finally, the day came. I could hardly wait; I hadn’t been so excited for a birthday since I was a little girl waiting to see what was in all the carefully-wrapped boxes. But this time, I was excited to see what Dylan thought of my gift- of our neighbor. I cooked his favorite dinner, gave him a slice of the cake I baked for him, and then I took a deep breath.

“Your present is hidden,” I said cryptically. “You have to find it.”

His eyes lit up, wondering what could it could possibly be. “Is it in the house?” he asked.

“Yes, but right now you’re cold!” I stifled a giggle. Dylan jumped to his feet and made his way towards the garage. “Colder!” I called after him. He turned around with a look of intense concentration, then slowly made his way through the home following my clues. By the time he made it to the closed door of the guest bedroom, he was burning hot. And so was I.

“It’s in here, then?” he asked as he turned the nob.

I nodded, biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud. He had no idea what was waiting for him on the other side of that door. He pushed it open and started inside, but then stopped dead in his tracks. There, waiting for him on the bed, was Stefanie. She was wearing the lingerie that we had picked for the occasion, and nothing else.

“Happy birthday, Dylan,” she said with a smile.

She laid back and stared directly at him with the ‘fuck me’ eyes that always brought men to their knees. She was leaning back, propped up by her outstretched arms, and her legs were spread wide. Through the thin fabric of her panties, her smooth slit was almost visible. God, she looked amazing.

Dylan spun around, looking at me with an amusingly confused expression. I closed the door behind us and smiled at him. In Stefanie’s eyes, there had been an invitation. In mine, there was permission.

“What’s going on?” he stammered. “Why is she on our bed?”

“Honey,” I started, gently holding his hand and looking him in the eyes. “Stefanie’s your present.” His eyes flitted over to Stefanie, who nodded in eager agreement. I could see his eyes trace the contours of her body, from her firm breasts to her toned belly and finally settling on her soft, mostly white panties.

“But she’s… But I’m…,” he protested weakly. His eyes wandered over to the bed.

“She wants this. So do I. And I know you’ve jacked off thinking about her.” That was still a guess, right up until his reaction confirmed it.

“You’re messing with me,” he said. “Or testing me.”

I pulled him close, pressing my body against his. My breasts pushed against him, and I sighed happily. Then I kissed him deeply, playfully nipping at his lip before I pulled away.

“Not a joke. Not a test. You want to have her, Dylan. Why wouldn’t you? Just look at her.”

I grabbed his jaw and turned his head, forcing him to look at her body. She parted her legs just a little bit wider. It didn’t seem to be intentional, just instinct.

“Show him we’re serious, Stefanie. Show him your pussy.”

Obediently, she slowly pulled the fabric to the side and showed him her pussy. Her lips were slightly parted, revealing the delicate pink folds within. She was, quite clearly, wet.

“I know you want her. And I want you to be happy. So, you get to have her for the whole day. With my permission.

Dylan looked as though he were afraid that he’d wake up at any moment. I pressed my body against his once again, and felt his stiff cock straining against his pants. I slid my hands down his body, and lightly brushed over his shaft with my fingertips. “It looks like you’re ready,” I smiled.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“Very. I want you to fuck her, and I want to watch. Think you can manage that?” I teased.

Finally, his confusion turned to joy. “Yeah, I think I can find a way,” he grinned. His answer didn’t surprise me. But what did surprise me was the intensity of his kiss; he hadn’t kissed me that passionately in years. Perhaps I would have to encourage him have our neighbor more often!

I pulled away and sat in the chair facing the bed, not saying a word and allowing them to ease into the session. Dylan, of course, initiated it. He stood at the foot of the bed, ensuring that he had Stefanie’s rapt attention before he pulled his loose t-shirt over his head. Stefanie had seen him shirtless before; she had told me many times that she wished her husband was in as good as shape as mine was.

Her eyes greedily took in his thick arms and defined pecs, then followed his hands towards the waistband of his pants. She hadn’t seen his cock since they were younger, although the massive outline was now clearly visible through the garment. He slowly pulled it down, revealing more and more of his body until his dick finally sprung free.

“Holy shit,” I heard Stefanie gasp, her eyes wide. She turned to me. “You’re right- he’s huge!”

I nodded without saying a word, only smiling at the pride in Dylan’s eyes and the lust in hers. His cock was thick and long, and she instinctively opened her legs wider still as she watched his dick throb with anticipation.

Already, a small amount of moisture was visible through the fabric of her panties, and I could tell that she wanted nothing more than to have him inside her right then. But today wasn’t about her- that was our agreement. Today was about my boyfriend, and she was obligated to his pleasure.

She rose from the bed, and stood before him. He shot me one last look, but my reassuring smile eased any doubt or guilt that he could have felt. Only desire remained then. Stefanie slowly dropped to her knees, her mouth only inches from his cock; her lips close to the clear drop of precum that had collected at the tip.

She breathed heavily, allowing her warm breath to wash over his sensitive flesh. He shivered with the sensation, and again with the anticipation as she looked up at him with mouth open and tongue extended. He grasped the base of his cock, holding it gently and firmly as she guided the tip towards her own mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Dylan moaned as she took him in, past her lips and over her tongue. He loved to have his cock sucked, just as much as Stefanie loved sucking cock. She slowly worked the tip towards the back of her throat, and Dylan gently rested his strong hand on the back of her head.

He could have taken control right then, simply by pulling her head towards him and leaning forwards, forcing his cock deep into her throat. But he allowed her to work him into her mouth at her own pace, adjusting to his size and length. And, to her credit, she didn’t stop until she had taken him in entirely.

Seeing my best friend on her knees, with my husband’s cock deep in her throat, was incredibly erotic. She started working back and forth, bobbing her head onto him, and I could feel my pussy moisten as I listened to his moans and the watery sounds of his flesh sliding past her lips.

I hadn’t planned on touching myself. In fact, I had decided that I wouldn’t. But I couldn’t help it. I slid my hand up my inner thigh as I watched, and slowly rubbed my slit through my own thin shorts. A part of me wanted to join Stefanie at Dylan’s feet and to share his cock with her; but I resisted the urges. For now, at least. This was their moment.

I knew Dylan very well. I knew his body and mannerisms. By his moans and grunts, and by his whispered directions, I knew that he was getting close to cumming. I liked the idea of him shooting his load down Stefanie’s throat and I knew that she would eagerly take every drop and lick him clean afterwards. But then our fun would be over, for the moment anyway, and I certainly wasn’t ready for that. Fortunately, Stefanie seemed to realize it was well. When she pulled away from Dylan’s dick, he moaned with disappointment.

Stefanie stood slowly, until they were face to face. “No need to rush, Dylan,” she said seductively. “You have me all day, remember? Don’t you want to cum in my pussy first?”

“I can?” he looked at her, surprised and hopeful. Then he turned to me with the same expression. It was really adorable, in a strange way.

I nodded. “As much as you can.”

Dylan smiled. “Take off your clothes,” he said. Despite the delay of his gratification, he was still very commanding and very much in control. I admired that about him; plus, it always turned me on when he was forceful. Stefanie was about to see a whole new side of her neighbor.

That was the only moment that I felt the slightest twinge of jealousy. Not that she was fucking my husband, but that she was getting to experience him for the first time. She was very fortunate, but at least I could be a part of it in some small way.

I started slowly teasing my clit, sending small waves of pleasure through my body. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I had my fingers buried in my pussy, but I hoped to wait to cum until they did.

Stefanie smiled. She was fairly submissive by nature, and I could see the immediate effect that Dylan’s dominating tone had on her. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, and slowly began removing the simple outfit. First, she exposed her breasts; although they were smaller than mine, they were firm and perfect. Her skin was milky and smooth, and her nipples were delicate and erect. She stood still for a moment, presenting her tits to her him as though she were seeking his approval. His simple nod was all she needed to continue.

Next came the panties. Stefanie allowed them to drop around her ankles, then stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. She turned around slowly, allowing Dylan to admire her smooth pussy and firm ass before standing still in front of him. “Is my body pleasing to you, Sir?” she asked. She had fully embraced the submissive role now, a fact which was not lost on Dylan.

“Yes, very much,” he replied. “Good girl.”

Stefanie’s smile was broad and sincere, and she shivered when he traced a single finger over her creamy skin. But that tender moment didn’t last long. Dylan was very ready to fuck his her, and he wasn’t willing to wait a moment longer than he had already. He grabbed her body and spun her around, then pushed her onto the bed and lifted her onto her hands and knees.

She rested in that position obediently, and our eyes met as her neighbor and friend, her best friend’s husband, rubbed the tip of his cock along her wet slit, collecting her juices on the head. She closed her eyes and moaned when he rubbed against her clit, then opened them again and mouthed the words, ‘thank you.’

I only smiled and nodded. I almost felt like I should be thanking her instead.

I couldn’t wait any longer, and I slid my hand inside my shorts. I knew that I was wet, but I was a little bit surprised at just how moist I had become from the show. I almost felt guilty for enjoying Dylan’s present so thoroughly, but that was quickly forgotten when I started to rub my sensitive clit in slow, light circles. I could feel a pleasant warmth starting to build in my lower stomach, and I was suddenly very envious of Stefanie; she was about to get her pussy filled, while mine felt so incredibly empty.

I could see on Stefanie’s face, the moment when Dylan started to enter her. I knew that her pussy lips were being stretched around his thick cock, and that he would slowly start to push deeper inside her. I entered myself at the same moment, sliding only a slender finger into my own hole in a poor approximation of his cock. But I no longer cared, and started to finger-fuck myself as I watched him slowly start to fuck her- slowly and gently at first, but quickly building in intensity and momentum as her body adjusted to his size. Her breasts swayed pendulously, shaking each time he thrust into her.

“Oh, God!” Stefanie moaned, pushing her body against him to meet his thrusts. “I’ve never… it’s so good,” she managed in between breaths.

Dylan held her waist firmly, pulling on her body as he fucked her hard, deep and rough. “You’re so tight,” he groaned. I could hear their bodies colliding with each thrust, and I allowed myself to approach orgasm, just like I knew they both were at the same time.

Stefanie, I knew, was only loud when she was being fucked right, and I had never heard her reach the volume that she did right then.

“Fuck me, please! I’m going to cum! Cum in my pussy!” She screamed. She lost her grip on the bedspread and fell against it; she didn’t bother picking herself up again, she was far too gone to do anything more than receive his cock and ride the sensations that it was giving her. She added in a near-whisper, “you’re so much. Better. Than my. Husband.” She moaned again, embracing the impending climax.

But this time, it was her turn to be disappointed. Dylan withdrew, leaving her just on the edge of an incredible orgasm. She protested, but I couldn’t understand a word that she said. All she could manage was a desperate sigh, and her fingers instinctively drove towards her pussy in order to push herself over the edge. I could sympathize with her; I felt the same way. I was still on the verge as well, but stopped when Dylan did. I could feel my pussy nearly ache, and I wanted nothing more than to slide my slick fingers inside once more. But I refrained; it appeared that we weren’t quite done. It was nice to see him enjoying his present so thoroughly.

“You’ll cum when I let you cum,” Dylan said firmly.

“Yes, yes, whenever you say!” Stefanie panted, nodding desperately. I could see her juices glistening on his shaft; I wondered what it would be like to take him into my mouth right then; how my best friend would taste. But I paused, waiting to see what would happen next. Stefanie was completely under his spell, and I knew that she meant what she had said.

Dylan pulled the smaller woman by the upper arm, and she fell onto the bed on her back. In a moment, he was on her, covering her delicate frame with his muscular body and pinning her against the bed. From that angle, I could see her wet, stretched pussy, as well as the tip of his cock as he pressed into her once again. I could also see her face, and the immediate relief as he filled her once again. He started sliding in and out and I watched, hypnotized. Her pussy lips gripped onto him each time he withdrew, as though they didn’t want to let go, and his shaft emerged coated with her fresh juices glittering in the soft light. It was beautiful.

As I watched, I resumed touching myself, bringing myself once more very close to orgasm. I could feel the familiar warmth spreading through my body, and my mind began to give in to the haze that clouded my thoughts. All I could see were their bodies thrusting against each other; all I could hear was the sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy and their passionate moans; all I could feel was my rapidly approaching orgasm.

Dylan began fucking Stefanie faster; the headboard started banging against the wall, and her moans grew more and more intense with each stroke. I began to wonder which of us would cum first, but I hoped it was Dylan- I wanted to watch him fill her with cum when I came myself. I quickly pulled off my shorts, giving full freedom of movement. There was certainly no reason for modesty now.

“Hold her legs,” he said suddenly.

I was so lost in the sensations that it took me a moment to realize that he was talking to me. I removed my hand from between my thighs and padded over to the bed, obediently grabbing my friend’s ankles and holding her legs apart and in the air. My pussy juices were transferred from my finger to her leg, reflecting the light, but I was certain she wouldn’t mind, given the circumstances.

The position, however, was awkward; I couldn’t hold her legs as far apart as I’m sure he wanted, and his back kept pushing against my elbow. “Get on the other side,” he said after a moment, pointing towards Stefanie’s body.

I was too far gone to consider his command, much less object to it. As loud as Stefanie was moaning, he probably couldn’t have even heard me if I had. Without thinking, I repositioned myself on the bed, straddling her chest and holding her legs far apart for him. This gave me a much better view, and I watched closely as her opened lips accepted his thick shaft. I could feel her breath on my ass and the small of my back.

I was going crazy with desire; I needed to cum, and I wasn’t too proud to beg for it. “Please, Dylan,” I moaned. “Please let me cum!” I could see my juices sliding down my thigh and dripping into Stefanie’s breasts. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so wet.

Dylan grunted. I couldn’t understand what he was trying to say, but his meaning was made very clear when he caressed my tits. The sensation from his hands on my sensitive nipples made me shudder, and only accented the euphoric glow that had filled my body. He slid his hand down my body, stopping when he reached my pussy and slipped his finger inside. It felt infinitely better when he did it, versus when I did it myself, and I could feel myself reaching the precipice of passion and pleasure. I gripped her ankles even tighter.

He brought me just to the edge of release before withdrawing his finger, teasing me. He pushed me backwards, and it took me a moment to realize what he was doing. He was pushing me towards Stefanie’s face.

I wondered for just a moment how Stefanie would react. We hadn’t talked about doing anything together, and I knew for a fact that she had never done anything with another woman before, and she had mentioned more than once that she had no intention of ever doing so. In fact, it almost seemed like she protested a little bit too much.

She didn’t protest then, however. Instead, she reached up and grabbed my waist, then pulled me closer to her face. I lowered my body to just above her lips. She eager lifted her head to meet me.

Stefanie clearly had no idea how to eat pussy, but what she lacked in skill she more than made up for in enthusiasm. She licked my smooth, moist lips, lapping up my juices and exploring my slit. After a few moments, she slowly, tentatively, slid her tongue into me.

I moaned deeply. Stefanie did the same, sending a new wave of sensations through my body. I barely noticed that Dylan was watching as his neighbor licked and lapped at his wife’s pussy.

Our three bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, and our moans joined together in one, wonderful song. I don’t know who came first; I suppose we were all just lost in the moment. But our shared orgasm was intense. Afterwards, I rolled away from Stefanie’s wonderful tongue and Dylan took us both into his arms. I could feel my cum leaking down my inner thigh and pooling on the bedspread; I could see it on her face. Stefanie’s pussy leaked both my husband’s and her own sexual fluids. I had never felt so close to the two of them as I did in that moment.

We slept, briefly, before waking up eager to do it again. And we did- several times. But in the few moments in that day when I wasn’t lost in a sex-fueled haze, I was bothered by just one thing: How the hell could I top this next year?

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