Watching My Wife, Watch The Boy Next Door (PT. 2) [MF]

Now we have fucked before……but this was something different. This was something primal…….. And dirty. Not a word was spoken between us. Just a series of grunts and moans that filled our bedroom. I was already charged and primed to explode before I even walked in.

Each hand found place on the window on either side of her head by the time her panties hit the floor. My slacks didnt make it that far. Instead, they and my underwear both hung half mast at my knees, while I guided my hard cock between her legs. I would like to say I pushed into her but in all reality she sank down onto me. With one solid push I was engulfed in her warm embrace. A soft pant escaped her lips that I caught in the reflection of the glass.

I began my usual moves. The moves that had always worked all the previous years of our marriage. First my hands cupped the underside of her breast as my hips began to pump her. They slid up the soft underside of her breast until her nipples ,which were standing erect, were both caught in the corner of my thumbs and forefingers. My hot wet mouth landed behind her ear in the border of her hair. I gave a nice sloppy lick followed by a kiss before I sucked her ear lobe. Then my hands slithered down her body, pulling back her robe and landing on each of her soft motherly hips.

I was just to excited……..It had just been so long since I had her. It was my penance I suppose…..My punishment for cheating . I knew I wouldn’t last.

But kept at it. I wanted to hear her say my name. I wanted to hear her give me at least one ‘Oh God’ or ANYTHING……..but it never came. She just kept her eyes fixed on this young hunk next door sweating up a mess as he grabbed his cock and adjusted himself while continuing his mowing as my right hand slithered like a snake around her waist. My fingers spread out through her bush, and found her split lips. My middle finger and index finger spread around my pumping cock, glazing each digit in her own gooey slime, before pulling back and beginning to work her clit,.

My balls were beginning to churn. They were starting to tighten around my shaft. I tried to control my thrust. I even gave her a slap on the ass that was muted out by the bathrobe, and pushed her face and tits against the cold glass in an effort to prolong our little thryst. An effort that was in vane.

With each thrust, both of us let out loud, animal like groans. It was a symphony I had not heard in a very long time. Our words were just a series of vowels ringing out. I knew by her pants, she close as well.

It was all to much.

My thrust were getting quicker and deeper. I frantically rubbed her clit in a last ditch effort to please her. With a sudden throb and jerk, I felt my cock flood her womb for the first time in over a year. My whole body stiffened as if rigamortis had hit me. I drove my fingers down into her clit and cried out in pleasure.

I gave a few final pumps, letting the last tremors of my orgasm rock through me and ensuring every last drop of cum was thoroughly was sucked from my balls into her wanting cunt.

“God dammit!” I heard her whisper out in disappointment as her hand came back down to her clit and began to work. It was the first thing spoken since I initially asked her if she liked that boy. I could feel my cock beginning to soften in her pussy’s embrace. I stood on my tippy toes trying to keep it lodged inside of her for as long as possible.

Her knees were starting to buckle. She was leaning up against me for support. In retrospect, I don’t know why I said it……..but it just sort of happened. “Do you want his cock?” I whispered into her ear as she started to squeal. “That young hard cock buried deep in my wifes pussy”

My cock had fallen soft enough now that I felt it fall from her cunt. I felt the cum spatter against the floor and across my feet. But I remained steadfast, pushing against her and whispering into her ear, every filthy thought that came to mind. “Cum on it….cum on his cock baby”

That must have been all it took. With one last lustful cry, she pushed back against me, and away from the glass and her body quaked out against her fingers.

We sat there for several minutes as we both caught our breath. I held her against me with my arms wrapped around her waist while I lightly kissed her shoulder through the robe.

I felt amazing. Sure I didn’t give my peak performance but it was a good step in reconciling my marriage. A step I THOUGHT was in the right direction.

Finally the silence was broken when my wife informed me with a booming voice, “His name is Matt”. With that she pulled away from my embrace and stormed out the room, leaving me hovering over a pool of cum.

“How did she know his name? I barely knew he existed” “Had they talked before?” “Had he been over when I was gone?” My mind flooded with all these questions and thoughts. Each question brought in a new image of my wife and him. Sometimes they were talking through the fence, sometimes he was in my kitchen as she leaned over the counter, showing off her deep cleavage…….and then other times he was firmly planted deep in her pussy as she leaned over our living room couch.

This of course was all thoughts and fantasies…….. Weren’t they?

My wife would never do that………Would she?

The next few weeks, I thought we were on the right track. But I was somewhat wrong. All of my signs of affection were still met with the same cold shoulder. Even at night when we laid in bed together and I would roll over to hold her she would roll over with her back to me, blocking any advances I made.

We were back to square one.

Over those same weeks, my wife made it no secret that she was upstairs watching him again. Anytime I saw him through the window, I could count on my wife suddenly disappearing. Sometimes she would leave the door open….sometimes she would shut it. I never caught her masturbating again but I can only assume when the door was closed, she either had her fingers dug down deep between her legs or that vibrator I had bought her several years years ago.

Then something happened…….inspiration struck. And like most inspirations……..they come from the strangest places. I had found myself upstairs peering down at my wife watering her roses. She had her hair tied back in a messy bun. Her big brown eyes were covered by the biggest pair of sunglasses I think I have ever seen in my life. Her top was a low cut mustard yellow tank top with no bra underneath. Even from the window, I could see her nipples pressing out against her top. And her shorts were a faded denim set, rolled up on each of her milky white thighs.

“What a fuckin Milf” I thought

But then HE came out. I could hear him calling out to my wife but couldn’t make out what was being said. My cock stiffened, in my shorts as I watched her linger over to the fence line and begin to talk. I wish I knew what was being said, but maybe that was what made it so alluring, was the fact that my imagination was running wild. Eventually I watched her hand drift over and touch his for a few moments.

God, that set me on fire. That lust and rage and jealousy began to course through my veins as my eager hand fished my cock from my shorts and began to tug.

Then I saw something I have not seen in I don’t remember when. He said something to her………and she smiled. I was taken back. It had been so long since she smiled like that. She used to smile at me like that. But not anymore……not since the affair.

I watched her laugh, and brush the strand of hair back behind her ear. I swear she must have known I was watching because when she spun on her heel and headed back in, she looked right up into the window at me. That is when the inspiration hit. As my hot gooey load, exploded all over my hand, I got the idea. The idea to bring Matt over “to get to know him better”.

(Again, let me know if I should keep going. And any feedback is appreciated )

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