[pt1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8elejh/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door/)
[pt2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8enztv/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt2/)
[pt3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8eujtc/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt3/)
[pt4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8ex766/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt4/)
Why is it when you are in a hurry, you seem to get caught but EVERY red light between you and where you are going. It was almost like the Universe was holding me back…….teasing me longer even. At each light, my legs clamped together, squeezing my cock. I wasn’t really meaning to do that. It was just happening. It was like my body needed the release. Even as I drove, my free hand would leave the steering wheel and cup my cock, giving it a small jack here and there.
When I pulled up onto my street, I was both relieved and disappointed when I heard the mower still running in the backyard. The part that was relieved still was the part that wanted to keep my marriage sacred. It didn’t want my wife to be soiled, used, pleasured, fucked, sucked, whatever by this home wrecking stranger.
“Home wrecking stranger……. How hypocritical of me” I thought, reflecting back to my fling with my patient.
But then there was the part of me that was disappointed. That was the part that seemed to be in controle right now. That was the part that wanted to see my wife down on her knees with her makeup smeared. Cum glazed over her face and running down her legs after being thoroughly fucked by his cum filled cock. That was the part that got off on my wife acting like a cum hungry slut.
I had to be honest……I was getting more excitement from my wife fantasy then I was when I was shooting my load between the legs of that young 20 something. “What was her name again?”
Inside I found my wife in the kitchen. She must not have heard me come in. She was leaned up against the counter with her back to me glaring out the window at him. She had changed clothes. She was not wearing the tank and shorts with no bra like she had sent me in the pic. No………Instead there she was, looking like some 1950’s Susie Homemaker with her hair tied up in a fancy ponytail, her red heels and her white floral dress that was just a nudge too short.
Fuck, I love a girl in a dress.
I followed the lines of her calves and thighs all the way up until they disappeared under her dress. I had seen her wear this dress before. She didn’t often wear low cut garments but this……..this was low. Showing off her 36DD tits and this was also the type of dress that you didn’t wear a bra with. So I knew those great big motherly tits would jiggle and shake with any movement she made.
I couldn’t remember the last time she got dressed up for me. Jealousy hit me again. She was dressed up…….like it was a date or something.
I came up behind her and placed my hands on her soft hips and nuzzled my face into her neck line, then kissed her on the cheek. She kind of rejected my advance by pulling her face away from mine but that didn’t stop me. I continued kissing her shoulders and grinding myself against her backside.
I told you, I love a girl in a dress
My hands finally got curious, and slid down her thighs and tugged her dress upward while my mouth continued to worship her neck line. My hands traveled up until the found her hips, then they began to search. My heart began to race when I found NO panty line.I turned my hand back and cupped a bare asscheek.
“Oh my God…..You are not wearing panties” I whispered between kisses.
Her head finally turned toward me. I saw her lips curl slightly and one eyebrow shoot up for just a second giving me a mischievous look before turning her head back out the window. I was excited. I pulled her dress up, revealing her round pale ass and ground my groin into her. Even through my pants I could feel its softness
“Mmmmm You smell and taste soo good” I groaned between kisses while my hand left her ass and came around to her front.
I froze.
My fingers were NOT met with soft thick bush that I had always loved. Instead my fingers slipped across a warm fleshy mound of bare skin.
“OH”
“MY”
“GOD”
She shaved her pussy for this guy. This WAS a date or at least some way to tempt him or perhaps just tease me.
I looked up at her face again in shock. She had bit her bottom lip, knowing full well the effect her bare sex would have on me while never taking her eyes off of him. She hadn’t shaved her pussy in years for me but she did…… for him……I looked out the window at him, then back towards her.
Who was this woman? This certainly was not my quiet reserved wife….No…..This was some vixen of sexuality, Hell bent on punishing me for what I had done to our marriage. And the truth of it all……….Was that deep down…….I loved it.
I gave her soft bare lips a quick rub before she pushed my hand away and then pushed me back with her ass as if she had, had enough of my advances. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as I backed away.
“Can I see it?” I humbly asked. “Please”
I shouldn’t have had to ask. She was after all, MY wife. It was the same pussy that I had fucked for the last upteen years. She peered over her shoulder at me and I saw that eyebrow come up again. Her hands came back, and grabbed the backside of her dress. She flipped the backside up one time, showing me her round pale bubble butt for just a moment before tugging it back down.
That was just a tease, not what I wanted to see either. I was like an addict……I needed another fix.
“Not that………Please.”
She turned on her heel and leaned her backside up against the counter and put both hands on it’s edge.
“I’ll show you….. But I want you to beg for it.” She snapped back
“Please?”
“No…….” She pointed to the ground. “Get down on your knees and beg me”
I was taken back by her sudden turn. Taken back………and slightly turn on. WIthout even a thought, my knees were hitting the floor.
“Please?”
“PLEASE WHAT?” She boomed out.
“Please……Crystal…….can I see your pussy”
How pathetic, I thought. Here I was reduced to begging my wife to show me her sex. She rolled her eyes then grabbed the hem of her dress and raised it to her shoulders. Her soft puffy mound stared back at me. It was so soft…….fresh……Her two lips pushed together with that tiny little piece of flesh peeking out at me.
My mouth fell open. I was thirsting for it. My mind shot back, to the dream I had when it was filled with Matts seed. I could have jacked off right there.
“Crystal……Please…….Can I have a taste” I begged, in a trance.
She let out a big sigh. Then stepped forward. Her heels clicked with each step. She dropped the dress with one hand and took me by the bottom of the chin and pulled my face up towards her face and let out a stern “NO…………But, I am going to give you something else. But if that mouth opens up, I am taking it back……Do you understand?”
I nodded.
I felt her foot twiddle my hard cock in my pants with her shoe. She then released my face, and raised the dress again. She dropped the dress over my head, then placed both hands on the back of it and drove her pussy into my face, grinding her clit against my nose for just a moment. Just long enough to plant her scent on my nose.
The scent made my blood boil. I could feel my balls churning. I knew this smell would linger all night long, teasing me.
I heard her moan in pleasure for just a moment before pulling back away from my face.
“Now……..dont move until he comes in here” She said, pointing back down at me. “Understand?”
I nodded again.
She turned again on her heel and took position by the window again to watch Matt. From my humbled position, I could see her ass and a sliver of her pussy glaring back at me from under her dress. The thought of her bending over in front of Matt and showing him her bare cunt and round ass filled my head. Followed then by him whipping out his big meaty member and driving it down into her while I watch.
I didn’t want to be down here on my knees. Especially not in front of Matt. It was embarrassing. Emasculating, even. But there was something about her tone and her look that told me, I should. This was really the first sign of any affection that she had willingly shown me in a year so I had to do what she said.
My knees ached against the wood flooring as my eyes continued to stare at her upskirt .She knew, too. She would shake her little ass slowly and lean over a little bit more here and there.
My heart began to race as I heard the mowers engine cut off. I waited there on my knees until I heard the back door open and Matts hulking figure come walking in.
Like always, he had no shirt on. He walked right in with his big thick beefy cock dangling against his leg, hidden only by the thin webbing of his gym shorts just a few feet away from my face.
“Oh Hey James. I didn’t know you were here………What are you doing down there?” He asked curiously
I stood to my feet, embarrassed. “Hey Matt. Yea I ughhhh…..thought I saw something down here. How about that beer, I promised you?”
“Hell yea” he chimed back, wiping the sweat from his brow.
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