Trash day and New Neighbor's wife

Author's Preface: Everyone in this story is eighteen years old or older. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome.

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Trash day and the New Neighbor's wife - Drinking with new neighbors, then a late show.

My name is John Anderson, and I've lived in this house with my wife, Betty, since we were married thirteen years ago. Through those years, I've stayed in reasonable shape for a thirty-eight-year-old man... Well, I haven't gained much weight, but I have a bigger belly than I did. Betty has stayed in great shape. I'm not sure how she did it. She could easily pass for her late twenties and is still the most beautiful woman I've known. Our house is on a quiet street with modest but well-cared-for houses, and they don't change hands often.

Recently, a moving van was in front of the house next door.

"John, the trash needs to go out today, and you have to put the bins out front," Betty yelled from the kitchen.

One of the few things I don't like about our neighborhood is taking the trash and recycling out to the front curb for pickup each week.

"I know, Betty, I do it every week. I'll get to it."

"Why don't you do it early? You'll be mad if you forget and need to do it tonight."

"Yeah, yeah."

"John, did you see that someone's moving in next door? There's a big moving van in front."

"No," I said and looked out the window. "A couple is standing out in front. I guess they're our new neighbors. Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves."

"That's a good idea, but it's early. Let me bake some cookies first."

As soon as she said that, I smelled the cookies baking. Betty had already planned to go over.

About 1:00, Betty said, "Are you ready to go?" She had a plate full of cookies and a platter of cold cuts, cheese, crackers, and some bread. There was enough for a small army.

"My god. Are you trying to seduce them with food?"

She gave me a dirty look and said, "I'm just trying to be a good neighbor, John. Let's go."

"Wait a minute. We'll need something to drink." I went to the garage and returned with a cooler.

"Let me guess, beer."

"I'm just trying to be a good neighbor," I said.

She smiled as I grabbed a bottle of wine before we left the house.

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"Hi, you must be our new neighbors," I said. "I'm John Anderson, and this is my wife, Betty."

"I'm Gary Adams," he said, "and this is my wife, Marsha. Glad to meet you. We just moved here from Nevada. Do you live in the house right next door?"

"Yep. We came by to see if you needed any help and brought you some nourishment," Betty held out the food.

We chatted on the front lawn as the movers carried in boxes and furniture.

I couldn't help but notice what a comely woman Marsha was.

She was in her mid-twenties, both beautiful and cute in a girl-next-door sort of way. She was small and perky, with shoulder-length blonde hair and wore a trucker cap with John Deere printed on the front.

Her tight t-shirt with a band name on it, showed off her smallish, firm breasts, and her short shorts showed off her shapely legs. Even in grubby moving clothes, without makeup, she was captivating. It took all my willpower not to stare at her.

Gary was... It's always been hard for me to judge how men look. It's easy for women to tell if a man is handsome, I guess, but unless they're somehow unusual, really ugly, grossly overweight, or abnormal in height, they're just guys, and guys all look pretty much the same to me. So, Gary was an average, friendly guy in blue jeans, a t-shirt, and running shoes. He was tallish, probably in his early thirties, with brown hair.

Marsha said, "This is so much food. Help me take it inside, Betty."

I watched Marsha as she and Betty walked into the house carrying the food. She looked just as good from the back as the front. She must have worked out because she had a shapely bottom that moved nicely when she walked.

I said, "Gary, I was in charge of the drinks," holding the wine with one hand and the cooler full of beer in the other.

"A man after my own heart. Come on in."

The house was an ordered mess. Boxes were piled up in neat stacks everywhere, with color-coded labels on each of them. The door frame of each room in the house had a matching label.

"You're so organized, Marsha. I'm assuming you did the labeling," Betty said.

"Yeah. If Gary did it, some boxes would end up out of state." They laughed at the incompetence of Gary, and I guess me. They got along famously, and I knew that they'd be friends.

After the food and drink were stowed inside, and they'd talked a bit, Betty said, "We'll get out of your hair now. I know you're busy today, but we just wanted to introduce ourselves."

Marsha said, "You can't leave now. Stay here and keep us company. The movers are just putting boxes in the rooms. Until they're gone, we're just in their way."

Gary said to one of the movers, "If you see a couch or chair and a table in there, could you bring them in?"

"I saw a couch, and I'm sure we can find a table or two."

Five minutes later, the movers brought in a large couch and a coffee table. "That's perfect," Gary said. "Thanks."

"The couch might be a little cozy for the four of us, but we'll fit," Marsha said.

Marsha piled the food on the table, opened the wine, and brought in the cooler along with some mismatched tumblers. We sat on the couch, boy-girl-boy-girl. I sat at one end, squeezed against Marsha, and Betty sat at the other end, squeezed against Gary.

Sitting tightly pressed against Marsha was not a problem for me. Every time one of us reached for something on the table or repositioned ourselves, her breast rubbed against my arm. After a while, her breast just stayed pressed against me. I was right when I first saw her; she wasn't wearing a bra.

We poured ourselves drinks, and I held up my drink and said, "To new neighbors and new friends. Cheers." Everyone clinked glasses and drank.

We watched the movers work while talking and exchanging essential information like phone numbers and less important things like where we'd lived before, where we worked, and why we moved to the neighborhood. We gossiped about the other neighbors and told them about the best places nearby to buy groceries, go out for a quick lunch, the closest shopping mall, and a hardware store. All those places they'd need to know about while they learned their way around town.

Gary and I talked about barbecuing and bantered over how we prepared our meat before cooking; dry or wet rub for the meat, sauce, or no sauce, what we used for a smoker, and the kind of wood we used. We finally decided to have a smoked brisket cook-off and let the girls decide whose meat was better. The girls started laughing.

Marsha and Betty got bored when we started discussing sports, so they left for the kitchen. On their way out, Betty raised her voice and said, "They'll be comparing TV sizes soon." She winked at Marsha, and they both laughed.

About twenty minutes later, their wives returned. Gary and I were now talking about lawn maintenance. Even I was bored and was happy they were back.

I asked, "What were you two talking about?"

"Mostly about how you two need to get into better shape," Marsha said.

"That's not true." Betty said.

Marsha laughed and said, "I just asked Betty if there were any good places to work out nearby. There's a city recreation center a few blocks away, and it's the best deal in town. It's got a weight room, a pool, aerobics classes, and basketball courts. She and I can jog to it, then work out. I prefer running with somebody to talk to."

"I didn't agree to the jogging part of that. I jogged in college, but that was a while ago. I'll have to start by walking."

"I'll have you jogging in a week. I was a personal trainer for a while."

Gary said, "Betty, how do you stay in such great shape without working out?"

Betty blushed and said, "I go to the recreation center to swim sometimes, and I walk in the neighborhood." That was news to me.

Marsha squeezed my bicep and said, "With those muscles, I know you work out, John."

Trying to suck my gut in, I said, "No, not much. I play tennis sometimes. Your workouts certainly keep you in fine shape, Marsha." She smiled.

Marsha said. "There's even a state park nearby with hiking trails, and it isn't too crowded. We girls are planning to go hiking, and if you're good, we'll let you join us."

"Gary, you and John could go to the weight room after work. Gary loves to lift weights."

Gary said, "How about it, John? Do you want to lift weights a few times a week? Our desk jobs aren't going to keep us in shape. It'll be more fun with the two of us. We can't go on a hike with the girls if we can't keep up with them."

"Yeah, I should probably start getting more exercise," I said, trying to sound happy but dreading the prospect.

Gary said, "That would be great. By the way, John and I have decided to have a Super Bowl party and thought you two could make and serve some food for us." The girls laughed until their sides ached.

The movers brought in another small couch, so there was another place to sit, but no one moved to it.

At around six, we had pizza delivered and ordered a couple of extras for the movers who were still hard at work. We'd finished off the beer and wine and were a little tipsy. Marsha found a box labeled "Booze" and pulled out a bottle of wine.

Eating the pizza off the small coffee table meant we had to lean forward a lot and when Marsha's boob pressed against my arm, she didn't bother to move it. Betty didn't notice because she was too busy chatting and giggling with Gary.

The problem with drinking wine from tumblers is that you tend to underestimate the amount of wine you're pouring. There were only four servings in that bottle, and the group was well on their way to being drunk. The movers finished at about 9:00, but we were still drinking and having fun. It was a good thing that we weren't driving.

Betty and I started leaving about 9:30, but with the goodbyes, hugs, plans to show them the city, and future get-togethers, it took a long time to get out the door.

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Around 10:00, Betty and I stumbled home. It had been a long time since we'd drunk so much and had that much fun. We were tired and headed straight to bed.

Betty snuggled in bed with me and said, slurring a little, "Did you see how Gary looked at me? No one's looked at me like that since college. He reminds me of an old boyfriend."

I replied, "Are you sure it wasn't your imagination or wishful thinking?" As soon as I said those words, I wished I hadn't. How could I have been that stupid?

Betty gave me a look that would have made the devil cringe. "I didn't mean..." I quit while I was behind. I'd only dig myself deeper. The house was going to be filled with flowers this week.

"So, you don't think a man could find me attractive? Don't think I didn't see you staring at Marsha. She's very pretty... and young," Betty said.

I was not going to touch that, but I knew we'd be going out to dinner a couple of times this week. She wasn't going to drop this.

"After the way Gary looked at me, you were going to get very lucky tonight."

Now I knew that she was going to kill me in my sleep.

She leaned in and whispered what she had planned for me tonight. Things we'd talked about but never done, and things we hadn't done in a very long time. Pressing against a younger fit man and the alcohol had made Betty hornier than she'd been in a while. I'd blown it big time.

"I'm so sorry. We still could..."

"Since you don't think a strong, handsome young man could find me attractive, I'm going to sleep." She turned her back to me.

I could hardly blame her for getting horny. She was pressed against Gary and drinking all evening. I heard her giggling a lot. Maybe he was flirting with her, or she with him.

Marsha and the alcohol had the same effect on me. Marsha might have been flirting with me, but why would she? I was at least ten years older than she was, but I could still almost feel her breast on my arm, and other parts of my body were reacting.

"John, go take out the damn trash bin," Betty said.

I threw on some gym shorts and slippers to deal with the trash.

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I wouldn't have bothered taking the bin out, but it was overflowing, and it would get me away from Betty's wrath for a few minutes. I should have taken a flashlight. It was the new moon, and it was black outside. I went out where we kept the trash and tried to shove some extra trash in the bin when I noticed something odd.

Our new neighbors had not put curtains up yet, and the view into their master bedroom was like watching TV. I'd forgotten how big the windows were because I always saw them covered with drapes. They were casement windows with a large piece of glass in the middle and small windows on the sides that opened. They started at about knee height and were close to five feet tall. The only light in the room was from the bright overhead fixture. They hadn't unpacked the lamps yet. The bed was made, but that was all they'd done. That was partially our fault. If we hadn't gone by and started an impromptu party, they would have done more unpacking.

It stunned me when Marsha came out of the bathroom, naked, still drying herself off. I panicked and froze. When I first saw her this afternoon, she looked cute, slim, and fit, but words could not describe how gorgeous she looked naked. A minute later, Gary followed her out of the bathroom. He was ready for love and grabbed Marsha from behind and caressed her beautiful breasts.

Marsha moaned, "Make sure the doors are locked, and the lights are out." Gary hurried out of the room to attend to those little chores, not bothering to put anything on. I realized I could hear everything they said with the side windows open.

I should have sneaked back inside, but my feet wouldn't move. It was wrong to look at Marsha through the window, no matter how beautiful she was. A gentleman would go back inside. Instead, I moved closer to get a better look at her. My attention was elsewhere, and I kicked over a beer can. Marsha's head snapped towards me, and I froze. It was bad to peek in her window, but much worse to get caught doing it.

She cupped her hands around her eyes and pushed them against the glass to see outside. The perfect nipples on her smallish breasts touched the glass, too. I didn't know if she saw me, but I could see her well enough to see she shaved everywhere except for a little strip of hair as a landing strip.

Gary returned and asked, "Why are you standing looking out the window?"

"I thought I heard something."

"It was probably just a cat."

She seemed satisfied that it was a cat, but as she walked to Gary, she glanced back at the window, and I thought I saw the hint of a small knowing smile on her face. Gary hugged her naked body, squeezed her perfect round bottom, and reached to turn off the light. Marsha stopped him.

"Look at how the glass reflects like a mirror. I love to see your body when you fuck me and now, I can see both of us," Marsha said. "I assume by the condition of your big hard cock that's what you intend to do." She stroked him.

I could hear everything they said with the windows open.

"Yes, it is, and you know how I like it when you talk dirty like that, but people could see in."

"The only people who could see in are John or Betty, and with as much as they drank, they're passed out by now. Look, there are no lights on next door."

Gary glanced at the window and saw a reflection of him and Marsha standing there nude, and didn't care anymore. He picked up Marsha and laid her in the middle of the bed on the crisp, cool cotton sheets. She giggled excitedly until Gary pressed his lips to hers. After that, she moaned contentedly.

Marsha put a pillow under her head, spread her legs, and said, "Eat me, Gary. I want your tongue between my legs."

He smiled before kissing up to her smooth pussy and shoved his mouth against her. She looked surprised by his sudden intrusion, but within seconds, the surprise turned to pure pleasure, judging by the sounds of moaning I could hear through the open windows and the expression on her face.

Her head fell to the side, and she stared at the window.

I knew she couldn't see me. From her bed, she'd only see a reflection of Gary and herself. It was like a one-way mirror, but she appeared to be looking me in the eyes.

Earlier, when she'd cupped her hands around her eyes and pressed them against the glass, she might have seen me. If she did, she'd know I was watching and didn't care. If she hadn't seen me, this was an extreme invasion of their privacy. Either way, I wasn't moving.

She became more excited as she yelled, "That's it, Gary. I'm so close. Make me come, baby."

I heard her wail as she thrashed on the bed. She held Gary's head against her pussy while she looked at the window.

"Oh god, Gary, that was amazing," she said, breathing hard. "You're so good at that. You always make me come."

As she recovered, she said excitedly, "You worked hard today and deserve a special treat."

She seized his cock and licked it.

"But you don't ever do this," he said, puzzled over who this wanton woman was and where his wife had gone.

"I've had a bit to drink tonight, I'm horny and ready for anything. If you don't want my soft wet lips and tongue around your fat dick, tell me to stop."

She positioned herself on the far side of Gary so that I had a perfect view of what she was doing, and she put on quite a show. Her hand held his balls as she licked his shaft, and played with his crown, sucking it in and out of her mouth while looking out the window. Exaggerating every move she made; she gathered spit in her mouth and then let a small stream of saliva fall on the head of his cock for lubrication. She pursed her lips and pushed down on his cock, keeping her lips tight on his shaft. Gary looked like he was in heaven, but it wasn't long before his face changed as his body tensed up.

Gary said through clenched teeth, "I'm going to come, Marsha."

Marsha became more animated and took him deeper. As she sucked him, she stroked his cock twisting her hand in a different direction each time.

I saw the divine agony on Gary's face, just before he came into her mouth. His cock was jerking and twitching, as he continued filling her mouth with cum. She opened her mouth and showed him, and me, his cum on her tongue before she swallowed it and wiped the corners of her mouth clean.

"What did I do to deserve that? Just tell me so I can do it again."

She held his limp dick in her hand and said disappointedly, "It's not hard anymore. This won't do at all. I need to make you hard before you can fuck me properly," she said teasing him. "Now, what could I do to get you hard? I know, you've wanted to watch me play with myself until I had an intense orgasm, but I've never let you. Something new in the new house." She turned and spread her legs wide to give Gary and me a good show.

"I can see my pussy in the glass. You can watch me, and I can watch myself too."

She shoved two fingers in her wet pussy. Gary put his hand on her thigh. She shooed him away with a flick of the other wrist.

"You just sit back and watch, or I'll stop."

He moved back to enjoy the show. That worked out well because I had a much better view now. A small part of my brain told me to go back into the house, but the majority yelled, "Don't you dare!" How could I leave now?

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her clit. They were dripping with her juices, and she moved them in a slow circular motion around her sensitive nub. Her eyes periodically closed, and when they opened, she seemed to be looking directly at me, but that wasn't possible. She slipped two fingers from her other hand into her pussy and pumped them in and out in the same rhythm she circled her clit. I could hear a squishy sound as she produced more of her delightful feminine nectar.

She looked at the window as she sped up, pressing harder on her clit and pumping her fingers in and out.

She said to Gary and me, in words broken by panting, "Is this... exciting you? Is your cock... hard... I need you... to fuck me... until I can't... stand up. Oh, god... I'm coming."

Her fingers flew over her clit as she plunged her other fingers inside. She moaned as her hips lifted off the bed and her fingers went deeper. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she screamed before collapsing on the bed.

She lay panting. Her fingers were still rubbing up and down her wet slit as she looked at the window.

"Did you like watching your wife masturbate? Having you watch made it so hot for me." Gary nodded in shock.

"What's gotten into you?" Gary asked.

"I hope your fat cock will be in me soon. I need you to fuck my little pussy." She teased, "Do you think your cock can do as good a job as my fingers?" She was breathing hard. "I got your big dick nice and hard again, now stick it in my pussy, take me from behind and make me come again, big boy. I need you to fuck me deep and hard." Marsha got on her hands and knees and turned her body so that her side was towards the glass, Gary rubbed his cock up and down her pussy.

He slid into her, and she moaned at the sensation. "Oh god, I love it when your cock first fills me," she said. "Shove your cock into my cunt, deep and hard."

I saw the lust in his eyes, as he fucked her like a bull, hard and fast. She turned her head and looked at the window while her small tits swung under her body. Marsha squealed at the feel of his cock ramming into her cunt. As Gary banged her harder, she dropped on her elbows with her face pointing at the window.

"Slap my ass, Gary."

He slapped her ass gently and the sound of his hand hitting her naked flesh still echoed in my head when she yelled, "Yes, my big stud, slap your little slut. Slap me hard."

His hand flew. I heard flesh slapping flesh louder. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back to meet his thrusts. Her face pointed forward; her neck curved up from her chest to her chin. He slapped her once more.

"Yes, Gary. Give it to me hard." She looked out of the corner of her eye at the window. "Look at our reflection," she yelled.

I could no longer contain myself and pulled down my shorts. It took a lot of restraint not to jerk off quickly. I'd been hard since she walked naked into the room, but I didn't want to come before she did. I stroked my cock slowly as her eager husband continued to pound into her. As Marsha got closer to her climax, she breathed, "Yes," with every stroke, and I jerked off in earnest. I would swear Marsha was staring at my cock as I stroked myself, keeping pace with Gary's thrusting.

"Oh, yes, I'm almost there. I'm about to come." I imagined that she was talking to me, to get me ready.

Gary pushed her down, so that her tummy was on the bed, and tilted her ass upward. He continued fucking her without slowing. I saw the look in Marsha's eyes; the look of getting fucked hard and well. Her breath, already ragged, was now coming in small, quick succession.

"Oh, god, yes. Fuck me like your slut, Gary."

Gary responded with a sudden burst of speed. I could see that Marsha was about to come. She gripped the sheets, pushed up at him, and screamed, "Yes! Yes!" as she climaxed, followed closely by Gary.

When I heard Marsha scream, I came as hard as I could remember. I gritted my teeth to stay quiet, sending my seed out far in front of me, over and over, splashing on the concrete. My knees felt weak.

Gary lay exhausted on Marsha's back. "Is that what you wanted my little slut wife?"

"God, yes, Gary. I love it when you fuck my cunt. The feeling of your cock twitching in me as you come and fill me with your warm cum is so satisfying. My finger can't compare to your cock." Gary rolled off her.

She got back on her hands and knees and turned so that her ass faced the window. "Look how my pussy is gaping and you're cum is dripping out." She wiggled her ass.

I could see everything as she described it to Gary, and I was getting hard again.

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After a few minutes, Gary was half asleep. Marsha got up and put on a robe. She turned off the light and said, "I'm going to take the trash bin out to the curb." Gary responded by snoring.

I heard her back door open and close before the sounds of the bin wheels rolling. As quietly as I could, I rolled out my trash bin. We spotted each other at the curb, and I walked over to Marsha.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked.

She paused momentarily and said, "Yes, John. There is something I need your help with. Come to the garage with me."

I couldn't stop thinking that she was naked under her robe. Every time she moved, it opened a little, and she'd have to pull it together. Fortunately, it was dark, so she didn't see my cock tenting my shorts.

Only a dim bulb lit the front of the garage, and when we were under it, she turned around and kissed me passionately.

Marsha said, "I've never been so turned on as when I saw you watching us. I can't believe I acted like such a slut for you while I fucked my husband. Although he's happy too. I don't usually act like that in bed."

"When did you know I was there? I didn't think you could see me."

"I knew that noise wasn't a cat, and when I shielded my eyes against the window, I could see your outline. I couldn't be positive, but I knew it was you."

"You didn't turn the light off or cover up or yell I was a pervert."

"No. I didn't."

"I didn't come out there to watch you and Gary have sex. I was taking out the trash when I saw you come into the bedroom naked, and you were so beautiful, I couldn't look away. Then Gary came in and hugged you from behind, caressing your perfect breasts. I should have gone back inside, but I just couldn't."

"That was right before I saw you out there."

"I'm sorry that I invaded your privacy."

"I'm not. I'm glad you were there."

"You are?"

"Yes. I thought it might be you. That's why I didn't put on a robe before looking outside. Instead, I pressed my breasts against the glass. I'm not sure what came over me, but I wanted you to see me naked. No one has ever watched me like that. The closest thing I'd done was go to a topless beach in college. Men having sexual thoughts when they saw my naked boobs, made me feel powerful and incredibly horny."

"I had lustful thoughts myself."

"I could have guessed that. The thought of a man in the dark watching me took me to another level of excitement. I'd fantasized about it when I masturbated but never dreamed it would ever happen. When I saw you out there, it was unexpected, but I immediately felt wild and sexy. I felt like I was a performer about to go on stage. It's hard to explain, but all I wanted was for you to watch me fuck. I wanted to show you my sexual skills. Tomorrow, I'll blame it on alcohol."

"I'll blame it on the alcohol, too."

"Gary would have turned off the lights if I hadn't stopped him. I wanted the light on so you could see, but also so we could see ourselves reflected in the glass. Once we were in bed, I couldn't see you. I could only see Gary's and my reflection. That was hot too. I'd never seen myself having sex. But I always knew you were there watching me; I could feel it. You and I were both watching me put on a sex show. At the end, I could see a sparkle from your watchband while you jerked off. The thought of you enjoying the show while Gary's cock slammed into me, made me come so hard."

"John, everything I did with Gary was for you too. I wanted to show you everything."

"It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen," I said.

"John, I told you I needed your help."

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"I want you to let me suck your cock until you flood my mouth with cum and then I want you to fuck me." She took off her robe and stood in front of me, naked in slippers. "It would be the end of my fantasy. Would you do that?"

It took a beat for me to understand her question. "Oh, god, yes." My cock sprung to attention. I thought briefly about Betty, but she wasn't standing in front of me naked.

"I need you to know that I'm not some slut wife who fucks all the neighbors. I've never done anything like this before, not even before I was married. I never even had a one-night stand in college. But I've never been this turned on either."

"We can only do this once, and I mean it. Neither Gary nor Betty can ever know we did this. I love Gary, and you love Betty, and we'll be cheating on them. Can you live with that?"

I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, we'll have sex just one time because we need it. It's not like an affair."

"Are you sure, and do you promise not to tell anyone ever?"

"I won't tell anyone, I promise. No one would believe me if I told them about this night."

"Good, because I need you badly now. My pussy is still full of Gary's cum, and I want you to push it out and fill me with yours."

We went to the side of the garage where we weren't visible from the street. Marsha found an old cushion in the driveway, pushed me against the outside wall of the garage, and put the cushion in front of me. Kneeling on it, she pulled my shorts off, stroked my throbbing member, and held my balls in her hand. She was in no hurry for the main event and took her time feeling and stroking my cock and balls.

She looked up at me, smiled, and said, "Mmmm. Nice." Her mouth covered my cock, and she gave me the wettest, sloppiest, longest, most enthusiastic, and best blowjob of my life. She didn't just want to make me come; she wanted both of us to enjoy it. She was in no hurry to finish. My balls ached as I finally unloaded into her waiting mouth. God, she was good. She showed me my cum before she swallowed it.

She stood up and kissed me, and for the first time, I tasted my cum in a woman's mouth.

"I might not be able to get hard again. I've already come twice tonight," I said.

"Would you like to make a wager on that?" she replied and smiled.

She seemed to have no doubt. Leaning against the wall of the garage, she kissed me with such unbridled passion that my limp dick responded. She gripped my half-hard cock, rubbed it between her lips and against her clit. Her pussy was wet with her juices combined with Gary's thick cum. It was gooey and slick, and my cock was delighted as it rode along her slit.

She put her lip next to my ear, almost touching it and whispered, "I saw the look in your eyes when you first saw me this afternoon and stared. I'll tell you a secret. A woman always knows when a guy is checking her out. Gary was checking Betty out, too."

I could feel Marsha's breath in my ear, and I whimpered. The thought that Betty was right about Gary occupied my mind for half a second.

"Did you like your arm touching my boob all evening? You didn't pull away, and my nipples kept getting so hard." She kissed me and sucked on my lips. Her hips moved, and her clit rubbed against my cock. She seemed to be lost in the long slow motions of my cock along her slit.

"I was afraid to move, hoping you would leave it there," I said.

Her mouth was next to my ear again. She asked, "I loved it pressed against you. Does it feel good for your cock to slowly slide against my wet pussy?" She moaned. "I could do this all night."

I couldn't think with her voice in my ear. Her hand slid down and wrapped around my cock. She stroked it and moved the head against her clit.

She pulled one of my hands up and put it on her breast, and I put my other hand on the other one. "My tits aren't too small, are they?"

"No, they're perfect," I said, "and I love your nipples." I squeezed her boobs and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Lowering my head, I sucked each nipple, and she moaned.

She pulled up my head. I reached down and squeezed her bottom. She said, "Be gentle." I remembered him slapping her ass, so I gently rubbed her cheeks and heard "Mmmm" from her.

I was already hard, she won the bet, but she continued to rub my cock over her clit and whisper to me.

"Did you like watching Gary eat my pussy? I thought about your head between my legs licking my clit and it made me come harder."

She wanted to excite me, but her voice revealed that she was also reliving the sex in her mind, and it excited her. I whimpered every time I felt her voice in my ear.

"I rarely give Gary blowjobs, and I haven't let him come in my mouth in years. I only did that to entertain you while you watched."

She was relentless in her stroking me and rubbing my crown against her clit. I was hard but I think she wanted to push me beyond just being able to fuck her. She wanted everything I could give her.

I said, "You put on quite the show for me." I wanted this to last; to hear her whisper in my ear for a little longer.

"Did you like watching me get myself off? That's the first time I've ever done that for anyone, and it felt glorious knowing that two, make that three people were watching. I'd never seen myself do that."

"Mm-hmm." I was lost in the feeling she was giving me.

"I know you liked watching Gary fuck my slutty cunt from behind. When I saw the light glinting off your watch, I knew you were there, watching and jerking off in the driveway. I wanted him to slap my ass, so I'd look like his little slut while he pounded into my cunt. My pussy is yours now. I'm your little slut and need to be treated like one."

I couldn't take it anymore and felt an intense animal lust in me. My only thoughts were of being inside her; fucking her until I couldn't fuck anymore.

I bent my knees and felt my cock at her opening. I shoved inside her, pushing her higher on the wall. Her feet were off the ground, so she wrapped her legs around my waist and held onto my neck with her arms. My lips pressed against hers, and her head was against the garage. I could hear her breathing as I slammed in and out of her sloppy wet pussy, pushing her back against the wall. She bit my shoulder hard, and I growled at her.

I wasn't thinking as I fucked her; instinct drove me. Her rhythmic expulsion of air next to my ear drove me harder. I didn't consider the rough surface scratching her back or the bite marks she was leaving on my shoulder. I didn't care about anything but fucking her. It wasn't even about having an orgasm. I didn't care about coming; my one desire was to keep shoving my cock into her pussy forever. She squeezed her pussy around my cock so hard she felt like an eighteen-year-old co-ed, then she relaxed only to squeeze me again.

I lost track of how long we went on like this; I didn't care. I only wanted to continue. When the sound next to my ear became a quiet groan, the final build-up towards my climax began, despite my efforts to resist the unstoppable. My hips moved faster and harder until I grunted loudly over and over as I shot my seed deep into her. Even after I was empty, I couldn't stop thrusting into her. My need was not satisfied yet.

I felt her arms and legs tighten around my body until I could hardly breathe, and she shook uncontrollably as her climax took over her body. She groaned and grunted; moaned and whimpered. I held her against me and thrust harder into her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and my cock was still pushing into her. I could feel every time her pussy spasmed and tightened. As the tension drained out of her, my cock slipped out, and she moaned as if she wanted it back.

"Is that what you needed? My cum pushing out your husband's?" I growled, still filled with animal lust.

"Oh god, yes." She squeezed me with her arms and legs.

As I calmed down, the animal that possessed me disappeared. I set her back on the ground, and her knees gave out. I held her gently, kissed her, and stroked her hair until she could stand.

"Damn, is it always like that with you?"

"No, I've never felt like that. Your voice whispering in my ear and you rubbing my cock on your clit, over and over, drove me out of my mind."

A combination of Gary's cum, my cum, and her juices, ran down her leg. I looked at the scratches on her back in the little light we had. She had some minor damage, but nothing she couldn't explain.

Marsha said, "That was indescribable. I could feel raw lust building up in you as I teased you, but the sex... I've never had sex that... intense, and I shouldn't have, but I needed you so badly. I was so horny I knew I'd love every second of it... but I never expected... I couldn't stop coming. Thank you for that." She kissed me, and my hand went to her breast. She moaned, but when she felt my cock against her hip getting hard again, she pushed me away.

"I couldn't take that again."

She picked up her robe and put it over her arm.

"I've got to go in. I've never been a bad girl before."

"You were a very good girl tonight. I can't imagine you being bad." She smiled, acting shy.

"Remember, this was a one-night thing. Gary and Betty can never know."

I kissed her and said, "It's going to be difficult. There are so many things I'd like for us to do together. You brought something out in me, but I promise I'll never mention it... if you don't. But I'll never forget it."

"It won't be easy for me either. I'd like to do that and more for a week. But we can't. I'll never forget it either," she said.

I watched her cute little bottom as she scampered into the house with her robe over her arm. I put on my shorts, went to her window, and waited. It was dark in the bedroom, and she saw me through the window. She dropped her robe, and we waved goodnight.

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