Our Neighbors OnlyFans Ch. 01

[ Hi everyone,

First off, I want to say thank you for your patronage and reading my stories and enjoying them. My goal simply is to make fun engaging stories that people can enjoy and I'm always aiming to become better at this craft.

That being said, sometimes the creative process doesn't go the way we think or want. When I set out to write, I don't do so with an outline or much of a plan. I simply have a vision and a direction, and I go. That's how I started off with this series. As I've moved forward with it though, I have come to the conclusion that... I have done it wrong.

Progress on this series has been difficult and I kept wondering why. When I finally sat down and thought about it, I realized that the story was fine, but it was the way I was writing it that was wrong. The structure in which I was telling the story wasn't working. Maybe this makes sense to some of you, maybe it doesn't. Maybe you agree, maybe you don't. I understand if you don't, I was resistant to this conclusion, but as a writer, sometimes you have to "start over" because what you've put down doesn't flow or work quite right.

So, what I've decided to do is essentially "Restart" the story.

What does this mean?

It means I'm going to go back to the beginning and start to restructure how this story flows and how it progresses. This does NOT mean I'm going to re-write everything and start a whole different story/series. This does NOT mean I'm abandoning the story and doing something completely new. The story is the same. What is going to be different is how I put it together. Sorry if that's a bit confusing, but once I get out the new version, you'll probably understand better. The current 0-2 Chapters are going to be pulled apart. Pieces moved around. Some additions, maybe some subtractions, but ultimately the same story.

Think of stories as lego pieces. Sometimes when putting it together you think it's right, but then you realize you forgot a piece, or the colors you used were wrong, or you did it backwards. I've been putting this 'set' together wrong, and I need to dismantle it and start back over so that it doesn't collapse.

I know this can be frustrating and annoying, believe me, it's the last thing I want to do. But I believe in putting out the best product possible and to move forward with something that doesn't feel right or work is a betrayal of my creativity.]

Chapter 1

Tara came down the stairs, an old pink gym bag over her shoulder and dressed in worn black yoga pants and a Hello Kitty t-shirt she liked to wear when she was relaxing. Her deep red hair was in a ponytail swishing at her neck as she went to grab the car keys from their hook.

"Okay, I'm gonna head out." Her voice was cheery and nonchalant.

James looked over at his wife from his place on the couch. He took a sip of his soda watching her. This was the fifth time she'd gone out to the gym lately. A flimsy excuse now that he was paying attention.

"I'll be out late. I'm going out with Sarah after for a drink." Tara said. "Don't wait up, okay?" She blew James a kiss and gave him a wink before heading to the garage.

That wink screamed at him as he watched her backside swaying in her yoga pants. A tight handful of an ass that always turned a head.

Before she disappeared into the garage, her t-shirt fluttered and a flash of purple lace appeared. A little whale tale from her panties. When had she gotten purple underwear? James hadn't seen anything in the laundry like it before.

In a flash she was out the door, the sound of the garage and the car backing out filled the quiet before it faded and everything was silent again.

James's mind waged a war. His curiosity was piqued. More than piqued, it was a full-blown siren. What was she doing? Where was she going? The possibilities ran through his mind, but he didn't want to accept the most likely answer. But it had been weeks since this behavior had become truly noticeable, and he couldn't just ignore it anymore.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but James thought he could weather the truth better than some mangy feline.

Picking up the phone, he quickly called his next-door neighbor, Joni. She was a lovely older woman whose husband had passed away a few years ago. In her early sixties, she was still very energetic and didn't look a day over forty, despite her silver hair. Since moving to the neighborhood, she'd been a great resource, willing to babysit at the drop of a hat. Retired, she was more than willing to come over on almost any occasion so Tara and James could have a night out to themselves.

His excuse tonight was that Tara was going out with a friend to the gym, and he needed to make a quick run to his office. He'd forgotten something and needed to get it. No, it couldn't wait till Monday. Joni wasn't one to pry, so she came over quickly, allowing James to hop into his car. He'd activated Tara's 'Find My Phone' feature and was going to track her. Hopefully, he was wrong. Hopefully she was telling the truth and James was just being a jealous, over protective husband.

Near the end of Terrace Street, which led out of the cul-de-sac, James pulled out his phone and looked at the map.

The indicator said his wife was... wait, that couldn't be right. It was indicating a house that was literally right across the community circle, in the middle of the cul-de-sac. It said she was at Daryl's house.

"What?" He muttered.

Why would she be at Daryl's? The man was a bit of a recluse. A nerdy fellow who worked from home and seemed to be very well off, doing whatever it was he did. He was nice enough. Standoffish, but funny. Shy but with a sort of arrogant presence that was hard to describe. Despite being a bit overweight with oily dark hair, he didn't seem to take up much space. It was easy to overlook him unless he wanted to be seen. He was a regular attendee at the community game nights and was overall, a decent person to be around.

But why would Tara lie about going to his house? Why go there at all?

James pulled his car around the corner and noticed Tara's car parked at the end of the block. So she'd driven here, gotten out, and walked back to Daryl's. It made James's stomach clench. What was going on?

Something in the back of his mind screamed the answer, but he ignored it. There was no way... Daryl was... well it seemed mean to say he was unattractive. Unappealing. Out of Tara's league. But... if the shoe fits...

There had to be some other explanation.

He sat in the car for a few minutes, looking at his phone, wondering if maybe the location was off. But the icon didn't move. He turned off his phone and turned it back. The indicator continued to hover over Daryl's home.

With a pit in his stomach, James slipped out of his car and jogged back into the cul-de-sac towards Daryl's. He kept to the shadows as best he could, not wanting one of his neighbors to see him and ask what he was doing. Not that it was odd for him to be out, he could easily just say he was out for a late night jog. However, it was dark, and he hadn't brought a flashlight and wasn't wearing anything reflective, just a dark pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. It might raise suspicion and he didn't want to get the whole place gossiping.

Please let it just be a misunderstanding. He thought as he snuck across Daryl's lawn towards the side of the house. The hedges were thick, but not impossible to get through, though he did scratch his arms a little. No blood thankfully. The first window he came to was looking into the dining room. It was furnished with a large table and chairs, no evidence of his wife or Daryl.

The next window had a patch of flowers under it that he had to step around carefully so as not to crush them as he eased himself up to look inside. This one looked into Daryl's living room. It was brightly lit with a dark leather couch and two high-backed chairs. There was a fireplace that was crackling and snapping with a fire that added to the heat in the room. Daryl was sitting on the couch, his side facing the window, arms crossed over his head as he leaned back, sinking deep into the couch. His D&D t-shirt was old and stretched out, barely covering his hairy, rotund stomach. The shirt was all he was wearing. If he'd had pants, they weren't anywhere in sight.

James stared transfixed. Not on Daryl, his presence was incidental. It was who was with him.

While Daryl was slumped on his couch, drinking a beer with satisfied grin, beneath him, were two women. One was Sarah, a woman who lived a couple houses down from James and Tara. She worked at the church day care on sundays. Was a regular at the PTA meetings and had become good friends with Tara in short order after they'd moved in. The other was Tara. And they were both worshipping Daryl's cock.

They were squatting down in front of him. Tara had her hair up in pigtails and was wearing an intricate lace eye mask. The yoga pants and shirt she'd left in were gone, replaced by the tiniest black plaid skit James had ever seen. It was barely six inches long and didn't cover a single inch of her ass. The purple thong he'd suspected her of wearing was pulled up tight between her cheeks, straining tightly and wedged between her labia. She was shaven clean and her skin was shining with a thin layer of oil.

Tara's breasts hung free under a sheer purple top that only went a couple of inches past her hard pink nipples. Her under boob was shining and dripping with slow rivers of oil, like she'd been drenched in it from the neck down. The skirt was cinched around her waist so tight, it made her stomach pudge out just a bit, an erotic muffin top.

Sarah was dressed almost identically, however her mask was green and her dark blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her skirt was the traditional red and black plaid, and her thong was an emerald green pulled just as tightly up between her cheeks and smooth labia. Along her lower back was a small Celtic Cross tattoo with an eye mask similar to the one she was wearing to cover her eyes.

With a soft sigh and burp, Daryl leaned his head back and grinned. The girls adjusted their positions and James finally caught a glimpse of Daryl's penis. It was huge. Long and girthy and shining with oil and spit as the girl trailed their tongues along the shaft, lips sucking and kissing lewdly and wet at the tip. Their asses jiggled as they moved, covering the entirety of the man's cock with their lips and tongues.

Even from this distance, and the window between them, James could hear Daryl's deep satisfied moans. He was experiencing every man's dream.

A petite redhead and a busty blonde, eagerly kissing and licking and loving his massive cock.

Tara's tongue traveled up the thick underside of his shaft, stopping at the tip where she gave him a soft slow kiss, her tongue sliding out and licking along and deep into his slit, coming away with a string of shining pre-cum.

Sarah moved lower, licking the man's hairy balls and prickly pubic covered base. Her wedding ring glittered in the firelight as she fondled his testicles.

After a long minute of this royal treatment, Daryl looked down at the girls with a cocky grin. "Good girls." His voice was barely audible from where James was crouching. He had to strain and focus to really catch what was being said.

James had suspected Tara might be cheating. It wasn't a conclusion he'd come to lightly. In fact he'd fought tooth and nail to keep himself from thinking it. Their marriage was solid. No fights. Great sex. Wonderful kids. Good jobs. What need was there for Tara to cheat? What could she possibly be missing that she felt she couldn't get it at home?

Tara had her eyes on Daryl, swirling her pink tongue along his cock head. Eye fucking him. Her lips touched his penis, circling the mushroom, her breath coming out all over the man's sensitive skin, making him shiver. She wrapped her hands around him, stroking up and down slowly as Sarah continued suckling at his balls.

"Yeahhhhhh." Daryl sighed and took another sip of his beer. "Like that. Just like that. Fuuuuck." His stomach wavered as she let out a deep groan.

Sarah lifted up Daryl's balls, large, hairy, and heavy, and leaned down licking under them. The girls continued wiggling their asses as they rested their cheeks on their three inch heels, the colors matching their skirts.

James was breathless watching, and though his chest was burning with anger and confusion, his cock was hard. His eyes followed his wife's movements as she began to swallow the thick head of Daryl's cock. Moaning softly, the sound making the glass of the window hum.

This clearly wasn't the first time that something like this had happened. The girls were too practiced at what they were doing. Did that mean they'd given him this treatment together before? Or had it been individually and they were just combining their skills?

How long had Tara been cheating? And what about Sarah? James had only started to notice in the past few weeks that his wife was acting a bit strange. But was that because this had started only a few weeks ago or had it been going on longer?

The image before him burned into his brain. It would never leave. The sight of his wife's lips sliding down the length of Daryl's shaft. Sarah under his balls licking... was she licking his ass? Daryl sitting back, relaxed, like a king, watching the girls service him as if he deserved this treatment. The image was the stuff from playboy and online porn, not reality. But James couldn't deny what was in front of him.

He was furious. Heartbroken. And horny. He was ashamed to admit that last, but there was no denying what he was seeing was erotic. It made his blood burn with passion and anger.

Tara pulled off of Daryl's monster, strings of saliva and dripping oil falling from her lips and his cock, staining the sheer top, her tits swaying with her movements. Her lips glistening, glossy pink. The smile she put on was cheeky and simmering with desire. Underneath Sarah continued her licking and sucking along the man's ass and taint and balls.

"Fuck, you girls spoil me." Daryl laughed, his belly shaking like a dead beat Santa clause.

Suddenly, James felt his leg spasm and he fell back into the garden underneath the window. He'd been crouched down and holding the position for far too long, giving himself a leg cramp. Laying back he bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to make any noise and give himself away. But why should he hide? That was his wife in there. His CHEATING wife. But James clamped down on his painful groans.

He massaged his leg, trying to push the pain away, while also dealing with the hardest erection he'd ever had. It took a few minutes before the pain in his muscles relaxed and he was able to get, kneeling below the window again. The second as he peeked back over the windowsill, he saw his wife, the mother of his children, with her feet on either side of Daryl's lap. The man's cock was standing stiff, glistening in the firelight. Tara steadied herself over him, squatting, the man's hand's on her hips to help steady her as she held onto his shoulders.

Tara's panties were pulled to the side, giving James a clear view of her smooth pussy slit. It was shimmering with oil and juices as well as shw lowered herself a little. Daryl's cock touched her lips. Her head tilted back in a soft gasp. Daryl was watching her with fierce hunger. Pussy lips pressed against his tip and slowly began to slide and split open around him.

James came instantly as he saw the monstrous mushroom head press into his wife, her lips stretching and swallowing with drips of oil falling like dewy raindrops. He could hear his wife moan loudly. A sound he was all too familiar with, but this was even deeper and more primal.

Her lips swallowed him tight, and still she continued down along his shaft.

"That's it..." Daryl groaned pleased. "Fuck... oh fuck your pussy is so tight... squeeze it like that..." His hands gripped her hips hard and tight.

"Ohhhh fuck!" Tara moaned. Her nipples were like diamonds poking against her top, hands gripping Daryl's shoulders like she was holding onto a ledge for dear life.

Daryl's hands slid from her waist to her ass and pulled them open. Sarah came up for air and helped him stretch her cheeks open wider.

Why?

Then James saw it. Across the room, pointed directly at the three, was a camera. The little red light was on and cables were hooked up to a computer. Daryl was filming himself with the two wives.

Tara sank down slowly, moaning the whole way as she took the massive member into her tight hole.

It was like a spear, piercing Jame's heart and gut and brain. He felt the warmth of his cum dripping down his leg. Sticky and drying, pulling at his leg hair. His whole world was crashing down, unraveling.

He watched for another minute. Two. How long did he stand there in a trance of shock and arousal? He wasn't sure. But it was his wife's shout of orgasm that snapped him out of the hypnosis. James stood up, not caring if he was seen, and marched away from the window, stomping the flowers as he went.

Walking around to the front, James approached the door, stood with his fists tight and shoulders hunched trying to keep from shaking in rage, and pushed the button for the doorbell.

There was a distant, muffled, sound of a bell. But no one came to answer.

It felt stupid to be ringing the bell. He should kick the door down. Though that was always easier in the movies than in real life. And then there would be tresspassing charges and destruction of property... James was furious, red with rage, but he wasn't stupid.

In a second of desperation, he grasped the doorknob and it turned. The fucker had left his door unlocked. How arrogant could he be? Or was he just stupid?

James pushed the door open quietly and was greeted to the sounds of his wife moaning and Daryl's declarations, "That's it slut. Fucking cum on my cock! Just like that! Ohhh fuck are you ready for it? Ready for my cum?"

"Yes! Oh god yes please! Please fucking fill me! Cum in me!" Tara shouted.

James stood at the door for a moment, listening, and then with his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood, he marched inside.

8 MONTHS EARLIER

James took a step back as he pulled open the back door of the moving truck. The wall of boxes and furniture towered before him. He was starting to regret not hiring movers. It was a balmy, hot day, and it wasn't even noon yet. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sun was bright and heating the sidewalk to the point he thought he could fry an egg on it. He pulled at his t-shirt, already sweating.

"Trying to figure out how to tackle it?" Tara asked, walking up next to him, her own shirt already sticking to her slim figure. She'd pulled her red hair up in a ponytail to get it off her narrow shoulders, showing the freckling skin that was already getting a pink hue. If she wasn't careful, she'd burn. She wore a plain pink shirt and a pair of jean shorts that fit tightly on her toned legs.

"It's kinda like Jenga. I'm afraid if I pull the wrong piece, this whole thing's gonna tumble down." James muttered and ran a hand through his dirty brown hair.

Tara patted him on the shoulder. "Well, then let's see if we can start at the top and move down." She jumped onto the back of the truck, getting a footing and balancing so she could reach up to the top of the massive wall of stacked boxes. Her shirt rode up, showing off her tight lower back muscles, getting up on her tiptoes to reach a box at the top, her breasts pressed against the wall.

Was she not wearing a bra? James bit the inside of his cheek at the thought and tried not to grin too wide. If she wasn't, it wasn't because of some kinky play. Her chest wasn't all that big, and she complained more often than not about under-wire and all those girl things that he just didn't understand. But he wasn't going to complain. His wife was hot, and he liked to look.

She snagged a box from the top. Thankfully, they'd at least been smart enough when packing to put the heavy things at the bottom and lighter, smaller things at the top. Turning, she crouched and handed her husband the box labeled Linens.

He took it, but the sudden weight made him lose his balance and he was tumbling back before he could get his footing.

A hand caught him on the back. "Whoa there!" A woman helped James right himself, her silver hair tossed over one shoulder. She looked to be in her early forties, though the fact that her hair was silver suggested older. She smiled as James got his footing and turned to her, Tara jumping down to make sure he was okay.

"Thanks." James said, looking over the top of the box at the woman.

She put her hands on her hips, wearing tight black yoga pants and a purple sports bra that showed off her surprisingly smooth stomach. "Not a problem. Glad I saw you about to tumble." Her chuckle was fresh and sweet. "So you're the new neighbors." She extended a hand and then saw James was still holding the box. "Sorry, force of habit. I'm Joni Kallas. I live on your left." She motioned over her shoulder at the house next to James and Tara's new residence.

"Oh! It's so good to meet you!" Tara stepped forward and took the woman's hand, shaking eagerly. "Yes, you caught us. The new kids in town." She chuckled.

Joni grinned. "Been a long time since I was a new person. I've lived here for nearly thirty years. But it's nice to see fresh faces. Did I see you had a couple kids running around?" She looked past James and Tara towards their house.

"Yep. Thankfully, I got them settled inside. First thing I hooked up was the internet so they can take a break and do whatever so they don't get crushed by all this." Tara motioned to the truck.

"How old? You sure you don't wanna put them to work?" She winked.

James chuckled. "Twelve and ten. And we plan on getting them to work but, for this bigger stuff we thought it would be easier if they weren't running around underfoot. Though I'm starting to rethink that." He looked back at the boxes and the Tetris like furniture that he and Tara had packed over the past week before moving day.

"Oh, it's not as bad as all that. I can help." Joni pulled her hair up into a ponytail and tied it with a band she pulled from around her wrist.

"We couldn't impose..." Tara said.

"No imposition. We're neighbors." She patted Tara on the shoulder and started walking past her. "You just tell me what to put where. If we need to, I can call or text some of the others in the neighborhood and we will get this done in no time."

James turned, watching the older woman and worrying that she might break a hip. But she didn't seem frail at all. She was strong and healthy, and though she had the signs of age, it didn't seem to be affecting her at all. Silver hair swayed as she hopped up onto the back of the moving truck, a small tattoo appearing and disappearing on the back of her neck. It looked like a white masquerade mask, but it was hard for James to get a good look, and he wasn't about to ask his new neighbor about body ink.

Joni grabbed a box nimbly from the top of the stack and got back down easily. "Lead the way!" She said cheerily.

It took a few hours, but they were able to get the bulk of the boxes and some of the smaller pieces of furniture into the house before four o'clock. Joni helped the entire time without complaint, talking as they grabbed boxes and lifted the couch, telling them about the neighborhood and herself. She seemed eager to talk, like she didn't really have too many people that were willing to listen, or maybe people weren't trapped with her long enough to allow her to say her peace. Though James didn't think Joni would ever tire of talking or run out of things to say. Whether that was good or bad remained to be seen.

By the time four rolled around, everyone was whipped out, and the kids were starting to complain that they were hungry.

"I'll order us some pizza." James said, pulling out his phone and going to the living room to see what the kids wanted.

Tara stayed on the porch with Joni, sitting on the step and taking in the cool breeze that had decided to come out and play. Clouds had moved in as well, helping to cool off the heat and showing Tara that she had indeed gotten a bit too much sun and was no doubt going to have at least a mild sunburn. If that wasn't a sign to call it a day, she didn't know what was.

"So you moved here for your husband's job?" Joni asked, fanning herself with a box lid that had come off one of the moving boxes at some point. She was aglow with sweat, her skin more tan rather than pink like Tara's from the sun. A few drops of sweat slid along the woman's collarbone and down between her ample cleavage that was just barely showing under the sports bra.

"Yeah. He got transferred. He works in engineering and they needed a team lead in their offices here. We wanted to try to telecommute, but the security level was too high so, here we are. The girls weren't too happy about the move but, such is life I guess. Besides, we read up on the schools around here and it's a good district." Tara pulled her hair out of her ponytail and ran her fingers through it, feeling the dampness and sticky feeling of a long day of work.

"And what about you? Going the old-fashioned route and gonna be a homemaker or..." Joni raised a snowy eyebrow and grinned.

"Oh, no. I'd go crazy being in the house all day. Before we moved, I worked at a high-end clothing shop. Luckily they had a branch out here so... you're looking at the new Intimates Sales Manager for Silk Sophistication." She grinned at her new neighbor.

"Oh, really?" Joni brightened up. "I love that place. I used to go there almost every year to get something special for Allen's birthday." She winked. "They do not disappoint."

Tara laughed. "Yes, well, I have the skill and knowhow for the department, but funny enough, those kinds of things aren't really my style." She rolled her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she'd ever purchased something like they sold in Silk Sophistication. All that lace and silk and straps and... and... just so much and! Tara was much more simple. High hipped and full back panties were her go to, though she had bought a thong for her honeymoon. That was fun for sure. But utility over elegance was her usual motto.

"Well, that'll change." Joni said, looking off towards the surrounding neighborhood, still fanning herself.

Tara quirked an eyebrow, but didn't ask what that meant. Joni was older. Her husband had passed away a few years ago, but she seemed to have that mentality of the older generation that she knew more than her younger acquaintances. It was the "back in my day" attitude. Or the "You'll see when you get older". She was probably referencing that Tara's style would change as she got older, when the kids were finally out of the house and she could be 'free' again. She doubted it, but she wasn't about to start some silly argument with her new neighbor, especially after she'd been so nice and helpful.

With a deep sigh and a groan, Joni got up and stretched. Tara was impressed with the woman's toned physique. Flat stomach, sizable chest and a beautifully tight looking backside. She hoped she looked as good when she was in her fifties. That had been a surprise. The woman was over ten years older than she looked.

"Well, I think I should get home, make myself some dinner and wash off this grime." Joni smiled down at Tara.

"You're welcome to stay for dinner." Tara said, getting to her feet.

Joni waved her off with a smile. "No, no dear. You relax with your family. We can have a more proper dinner sometime soon." She was already walking down the steps and across the yard to her house, then stopped and turned back. "Oh before I forget, on Tuesday's and Friday's most of the neighborhood gets together at the pavilion," She pointed to the center of the cul-du-sac where a large plot of land sat, a playground and a small building in the middle. "We have a game night. Play different board games and the like and just chat and have some fun. There's a couple of game systems in there too for the kids if they don't wanna play what us adults are playing." She chuckled. "And it's also BYOB." She winked. "You should come. It's at seven."

Tara grinned. "That sounds fun. I'll talk to James, but I'm sure he'll be on board. Do you guys decide on the games beforehand?"

The woman shook her head. "Nope. There are some games there already that the community shares, and sometimes people bring their own. Daryl has a treasure trove of games, a ton of things you've never heard of and most of them pretty fun." She was motioning to a house that was across the way, directly across from Tara and James's new home. "We vote sometimes, or just play what sounds interesting. If we are feeling particularly adventurous, we make bets, but nothing like money." She chuckled and her cheeks grew a bit pink. "Anyway, come along. Have some drinks and get to know your neighbors." With a final wave, the woman jogged across the lawn and to her house.

...

The pizza came, and they sat around the living room with several boxes and randomly placed furniture. The couch was set up and so was the TV. They had mostly focused on getting the bedrooms somewhat ready, with the mattresses and clothes in all the right places. There were still several boxes and pieces of furniture in the truck, but those could be taken care of tomorrow.

Tara was exhausted, but in a good way. Things had gone smoother than they'd anticipated, and with Joni helping out, they'd gotten a lot more done than they had originally planned. With the girls fed and the first day of travel and moving behind them, she put her daughters to bed quickly and easily. Usually it was a fight, the girls wanting to stay up and watch videos or play games, but even though they hadn't done much work, they'd still be tired out by the events of the day.

She quietly shut Hannah's door, not wanting to wake her up with a sudden slam or creak. It was already hard enough to get her youngest to settle down and be comfortable in a new house with her mattress on the floor and all her stuff in boxes stacked around the room. Thankfully, the soft click of the door latch didn't wake her daughter. She made her way down the hall to the master bedroom and shut the door behind her with a deep, long sigh.

"The girls down?" James asked, laying on their bed, his reading glasses on and an old crime novel in hand that he'd picked up from a gas station on the drive to their new home.

"Yeah. Took longer than I thought, but they didn't give much of a fight." Tara said, walking towards the bathroom, peeling her shirt off as she went. Her little A cup tits bounced free as she walked into the enormous bathroom, complete with a large tub, glass walk-in shower, double vanity and an equally large closet. Their old house's master bath hadn't been nearly as extravagant. As hard as the move was, this sort of luxury made it easier.

She walked to the shower and reached in, turning on the overhead spray and let it start to warm up as she pulled down her shorts.

A soft whistle made her look up. James was in the doorway watching her.

"Pervert." She smiled, tossing her shorts at him. Now she was just in her pale pink panties, tight and slightly damp from the long day of sweaty work.

"Can't help it. You're lovely to look at." His eyes were roaming over her as she went to a box that was sitting on the counter and rummaged through, looking for soap and shampoo.

"I'm a mess." She replied, pulling out the bottles and a luffa.

"My mess."

"Cheesy." Tara laughed and stuck the items into the shower and let the steam billow out before reaching down and peeling off her panties. She made sure to turn herself so her small behind was towards her husband, the panties pulling away from her skin and revealing her framed pussy, the light mess of red hair damp and glistening with the sweat of the day.

"Fuck..." James muttered. "I can smell you from here."

Tara's cheeks blazed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Remember, you're just as grimy as me." She turned and looked at her husband, facing him fully naked now and putting a hand on her hip as if to challenge his words.

He scratched at the back of his neck. "I didn't mean... I just meant..." He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I like it."

She narrowed her gaze at him. "Oh, yeah?" This past week had been hard. Preparing to move. Finalizing the paperwork on the sale of their house and the closing on this new one. All the packing and logistics of making sure the girls would be properly enrolled in their new school, that James would have all the info he needed for his new position at work and Tara too. All that time, weeks, and they hadn't had much time or energy to be intimate. Usually their sex lives were a couple times a week, maybe a little play here and there as time permitted and as long as the girls were busy, but they'd been in a dry spell since figuring out the move and now...

Now the girls were asleep. They were alone. Tara licked her lips in thought. "Why don't you come here and get a better... whiff." Her cheeks were on fire, but so was the space between her thighs.

James had never talked much about how she smelled. Not that it was completely out of the blue. He always liked her perfume and her natural scent after a shower or a bath. But being all sweaty and tired and deprived of sex seemed to have aroused them both enough that the smell was just as stimulating as looks and touch. Either it was a whole new world or just a natural desire that was starting to overwhelm them both.

Her husband hesitated for a second, looking Tara over as she stood next to the shower as the steam rolled under the door. Naked. Sweaty and slightly red from the sun, making the freckles on her shoulders, face, and along her chest stand out even more. It was like the freckles were a maze, a connect the dots puzzle that led his eyes down to her pink nipples, just barely the size of a quarter and clearly hard as she was standing with her hip cocked.

He'd seen his wife naked plenty over the past fourteen years, but sometimes it was like seeing her for the first time. Her pussy was on display between her thighs, lightly trimmed so it wasn't a jungle but still wild and damp from moving. There were signs of dirt and sweat and grime along her legs and arms and neck and her hair was matted and darker than usual. She was a vision of hard work and sex. He felt his erection pressing against his sweatpants as he started walking towards her.

Tara stayed still, watching her husband as he came towards her. It reminded her of that first night they were together, their wedding night. This new man she'd pledged herself to coming towards her with intent and lust in his eyes. Desire was rolling off him in waves and a part of her trembled. Stomach knotting in anticipation.

James came to stand in front of her and, with fingers lightly trailing down her sides and waist, he knelt down and leaned in. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath close to her vagina. Tara bit her lip and watched him with wide eyes. She honestly hadn't expected him to actually smell her. Geez, what new erotic adventure was this?

It didn't take long before her husband moved forward and ran his tongue slowly along her lips, over the sweaty hair and skin, making Tara moan so loud she slapped a hand over her mouth. She didn't want to wake the girls.

"Oh, fuck Tara. Holy shit, you taste so good!" James groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard, digging in his nails. It'd been weeks, WEEKS, since he'd tasted her.

Tara moaned into her hand and shut her eyes, trying to keep herself from collapsing from the sudden, spiking arousal. Goosebumps burst out all over her skin and she felt her nipples harden. James ran his tongue along her pussy again, slow and firm. Tara's eyes watered with pleasure as she stood there and put her other hand against the shower door to keep herself steady.

James continued, pushing his tongue against her. Opening his mouth and pressing it against her lower lips and hair and opening her, pushing his tongue inside and tasting. So sweet. Salty from the sweat. Her musky smell was intoxicating. At the same time, it was a little gross, but somehow that worked in her favor. He moved one of her legs up over his shoulder, giving himself more access, licking her pussy deeper.

"Oh, fuck... fuck... James... shit!" she squealed as quietly as she could, looking down at her husband as he feasted on her. His hands wandered back to her small, soft ass and squeezed, then gave a firm spank, making her groan more and press her vagina harder against his mouth. "Like that... yes... there." She panted, her hand going to his hair and holding him against her. It was so good. James rarely went down on her, but when he did, it was... amazing. His tongue danced inside her, twisted and swirled and then flicked her little clit and traced her outer lips and went lower and tickled the space between her vagina and asshole making her shiver.

Tara wasn't sure how long her husband licked and tasted and sucked her pussy, making her throb and shiver, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, but it wasn't nearly long enough. Suddenly James was on his feet, her pussy feeling neglected and warm and pulsing with desire and need. He took Tara's hand and pulled her over to the sink, leaned back against it and pulled his sweats down, his six-inch cock fully erect and throbbing.

Panting, feeling her pussy throbbing with need, she got to her knees on the cold tile and took him in her hand. As much as she wanted him to keep eating her out, she was also in desperate need of his cock. It was beautiful. Long and slightly curved. It fit into her hand perfectly as she took hold and immediately pressed her lips to his head.

"Ohhhh honey, yes... fuck." He groaned and put his hand in her hair, pulling her closer.

Her free hand longed to go to her clit, but she knew James liked her to stroke, suck and fondle all at the same time. She reached up and gripped his balls, massaging them as she stroked him firmly and put her full mouth onto his head, sucking it and swirling her tongue.

"Like that. Like that. Yeah baby like that..." He groaned, holding her against him as her pussy was dripping, becoming further aroused and wanting, needing release.

She started sucking faster. More desperate because of the long time without sex. James muttered and groaned at her mouth's tight warmth and gripped her hair hard. "Ohhh shit yes."

With a pop, she pulled off. "Fuck me!" She ordered, eyes on fire as she looked up at him.

He was breathing deep, obviously on the verge of an orgasm and trying to hold back. "How." He gasped.

Tara was on her feet and leaned against the shower door, ass out towards him. Her husband was there in an instant. Pulling her cheeks open and spitting into her asshole and letting it drip to her pussy. She didn't need the lube of his saliva at all, but it was something they'd been doing for a long time and habits were hard to break. He lined his cock up with her pussy, rubbing gently for a minute, trying to make the sensation last, but just as needy as Tara. His tip found the hole and nestled inside... and then, gripping her hips, he thrust in deep and completely.

"Oh, holy fucking shit!" Tara gasped. She orgasmed instantly. Just the feeling of her inner tunnel stretching around her husband made her whole body shake and rock with the climax.

"Oh... oh fuck Tara, don't... mmmm wait..." James put a hand on her back to hold her and steady himself. Her vagina contracted hard as she came. Clenching muscles milking his already sensitive cock.

"Do it... cum." She gasped, looking back, desperate. "Just cum!" It was almost a snarl.

James thrust once, twice, gasping with each time and clenching his jaw hard. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck." He moaned and released weeks' worth of pent-up cum.

Tara felt it erupt inside her. Thick, hot, and sticky shooting deep and coating her pussy. He thrust again, trying to prolong the pleasure, cum leaking out as he did and dripping down Tara's thighs and onto the bathroom floor in thick white drips.

They were both shaking. Tara's palms planted on the glass of the shower as her orgasm raged through her and her husband's orgasm filled her. They held themselves there, bent over and holding inside as their climax began to unravel and loosen and they came back to themselves. James pulled back, inching out of his wife's pussy. It was sensitive, much more than usual, and then he slipped out and more cum dripped from her pussy onto the floor.

Tara was panting, staying still and bent over for a moment before taking a few deep breaths and standing back up. "Geeze. I think we needed that." She brushed her hair out of her face and turned to smile at James. His face was red from effort and pent up arousal and he was running his hands through his hair and chuckling.

"You think?" He asked and took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her.

She laid her head against his shoulder and just rested in his embrace for a minute before pulling back. "Okay, I really need a shower."

James nodded. "Me too. Mind if I join?" He smiled.

"No more funny business, though. I seriously need to get clean, especially now." She reached down and traced a finger through the matted, sticky hair of her vagina and pulled her finger back with thick cum. "Someone made a mess of me." She glared playfully at him.

He shrugged. "My bad."

With a roll of her eyes, she brought the finger to her lips and licked off the cum as if it were frosting from the cinnamon rolls she usually made in the morning on the weekends. "Yes. Your bad." She winked and stepped into the shower, James following close behind.

...

Daryl leaned back in his computer chair with a sigh, the chair squeaking under his weight. He really needed to lose a few pounds. He wasn't overly large by any means, but he had a belly and it just never seemed to go away, no matter what he did. You'd have thought after all the sex he'd been having he would have burned off a ton of calories and fat, but... nope. He was still a larger man who was just lucky enough to be large in another place as well.

The computer screen displayed his OnlyFan's page, NerdDOM. He was checking his subscriber count. Looking through the various messages and comments left on the multitude of videos he'd filmed over the last few years, and checking on the monetary intake. Pulling up a spreadsheet, he quickly entered in some numbers for the various costars he would need to pay. This whole endeavor had quickly evolved from simple videos and quick payments into an entire business. They all had to declare this income on their taxes, so... yeah, it was a business. Daryl couldn't kid himself. He'd probably have to hire an accountant soon.

He scratched at the scruff on his chubby cheeks and leaned back again.

"Everything okay?" A female voice called from his master bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah. Just going over business stuff." He muttered, letting out a deep breath, sounding almost like a whinnying horse, complete with his cheeks fluttering. Daryl checked the direct message request again to make sure he had the details right.

It was a more recent thing to be taking requests for specific prices. At first it had seemed like a bad idea, too much of a hassle. But the money people were offering to see certain things was... well, it was freaking staggering. Of course, Daryl had to set limits. He wasn't about to do some of the very gross and fucked up shit people wanted to see. Not just because it would violate the policies of the platform, but he didn't even want to entertain things that had to do with bowel movements or strange foods or odd BDSM-like activities that just weren't interesting to him. He was discerning about the requests and, when he chose one, made it very clear to the person requesting what was on the table, what was off limits, and how much it would cost. Nearly every single person agreed to the terms with little to no negotiation. It had become a whole new stream of revenue.

He still couldn't believe he was getting paid to do this. A lot of money. All those years being sexless, now he was swimming in pussy, ass, tits and mouths. It was a dream come true. Too bad it had to be dampened by the business end of it.

"Okay, is this seriously the request? Whatever happened to like... maid, nurse... ya know, the classics." The woman sounded like she was struggling a little in the bathroom, but wasn't calling Daryl to come help.

"That's the problem, babe. Classic. It's been done a million times and you can find a million videos online for free of those things. This is a specific fantasy. Though I'm sure others will like it too once we publish it." Daryl moved back from his desk and stood up, cringing a little at the swollen feel of his balls and cock. He was already erect and had put on a cock ring to keep himself solid and throbbing. He'd also used edible paint to decorate his balls red like an apple and his penis green like a snake.

"This person does know that the whole snake and apple thing is Adam and Eve, right? Not Snow White?" The woman came to the bathroom doorway. She was curvy and stood about 5'4". She had the classic hourglass figure most people associated with moms. Her breasts were a heavy C cup that were pressed tightly into a pretty blue lace bra that was attached to ruffled shoulder sleeves. A sheer yellow skirt hung around her hips, barely hiding the yellow thong beneath and the red garter and straps that dug into her pillowy thighs, clipped to white knee-high stockings. She was naturally a brunette, but was wearing a black wig with a red bow tied in it. She was the spitting image of Snow White if she'd decided to be a lingerie model.

Daryl shrugged. HIs cock pulsed a bit painfully as he gave his costar a once over. She was a sexual goddess. All the MILFs were. But he couldn't deny that the outfit complimented her softer curves, her stomach puffing out in a muffin top around the skirt and her breasts trying to bust free of the bra, like overflowing biscuits. "It's what the dude, or lady, wanted. Still don't know who we might be dealing with. But I guess it doesn't matter."

He stepped over to one of the ring lights at the corner of his large California king bed, cock bouncing as he walked. It was a mammoth thing. Something that, at one point, Daryl had been self-conscious about. Yes, people always said bigger was better, and that women loved a huge dick, but he had been sidelined when he was young because of his hobbies and his looks. Having a big penis didn't seem to be a plus. Things were different now, of course, and he let his penis bounce proudly and in the open as the woman came into the room.

"Do I need to keep my ring on?" She asked, twisting her wedding ring as she came to sit on the edge of the bed, opening her legs naturally to show the thin thong clinging to her pussy, her dark hair underneath showing through.

"I'm sure the client would like it. Seeing a MILF fucking a nerd, knowing she's married." He chuckled. "That's kind of our brand." He winked at her as he went to the main camera that was set up directly in front of the bed.

Snow White rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just wasn't sure if it was part of their fantasy or if it would ruin it." Her hand, the one with her sparkling white diamond wedding ring, went between her legs and began to rub slow circles over the panties against her pussy. A small tattoo of a red masquerade mask flashed on the inside of her wrist for a moment before she adjusted her position and continued rubbing herself.

"They didn't say to remove it so..." He shrugged and went to the computer setup that would be recording and archiving the video footage as it was recorded on the various cameras he had set up. That whole system had been the hardest thing about this business. Filming high definition, backup files, encryption, blah blah blah. Expensive too. But well worth it.

Finally, Daryl picked up a small handheld camera and went to stand to the left of Snow White.

A soft buzz interrupted him as he was turning the camera on. "Sounds like your phone." He muttered.

Snow White got up and went to the small pile of clothes on a chair in the corner. She picked up her phone and started checking her messages. Daryl took a few quick snapshots of her as she was turned away from him, her ass clearly visible through the sheer yellow skirt. That ass was amazing, bouncy and full. He couldn't get enough of watching it bounce on his cock and making it red as he spanked her.

"Looks like the new neighbors finally arrived." She said, still looking through what Daryl guessed was a group chat between the women who lived in the cul-du-sac. The same group that was part of Daryl's OnlyFan's channel.

"Was wondering when they were gonna get here." Daryl said and went to his window, briefly pulling back the blackout curtain to look across the way to the new neighbor's house. He saw the lights on in one of the upper rooms. "Think we will see them at game night?" From what Daryl had heard it was a family of four, a married couple and their kids. That was exactly what this neighborhood needed, another mom. It made Daryl's heart beat a bit faster and his cock pulse just a little more, beginning to ooze pre-cum along his tip. He might be adding a new actress to his site soon if he played his cards right.

He let the curtain drop and turned back to Snow White, his cock swaying and bouncing as he took his place at the end of the bed.

Snow White was texting quickly. "Joni already invited them." Her thumbs moved quickly across her screen, then she held up her phone and took a quick selfie and sent it.

"That to the group or your husband?" Darly chuckled. "Definitely not for Instagram."

Snow White rolled her eyes. "My husband. You know he likes updates." She put her phone away and started back towards Daryl.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and opened his thick thighs, hairy and soft. His turgid dick throbbing nearly purple as he watched the married mom come to stand before him.

"If he wants updates, he should just subscribe to our page." Daryl grinned.

"You're a dick, you know that?" Snow White smirked, shaking her head, then looked back over her shoulder at the camera. "Am I in frame? Do I need to move to the side..."

Daryl waved off her questions as he focused the handheld camera on her. "The one behind you is gonna catch your ass, so be sure to squat, not kneel. And push your ass out this time, so we get an excellent shot of it. Last time we just got your back, and as nice as that is, it's not much of a fetish or crowd pleaser."

Snow White sighed and squatted down, her ass resting on her red heels and opening her thighs so that her panties stretched at the seams and clung to her hairy cunt.

"You really ought to think about shaving. We've gotten a lot of comments about..."

She slapped Daryl's thigh. "I'm not shaving, so fuck off with that."

"You've really got a mouth on you, you know that?" He smiled greedily and pushed his hips towards her, his cock lingering in front of her face. It was green with the edible paint yet still showed the darkness of his cock under it. "Let's put it to better use."

Brushing back the dark hair of the wig, Snow White put on her best innocent face, batted her long dark lashes, her pretty dark green eyes looking up at Daryl and the camera for a POV shot. Her lips moved forward, ruby red with dark lipstick, and slowly touched the painted green head of his cock, her tongue slowly slipping out from between the glistening lips to lick his slit and come away with a small shiny string of pre-cum. "This snake is tempting me..." she began, the script Daryl had given her simple, memorized while she was getting ready.

Daryl held back a groan as Snow White began worshiping his cock like the naughty married mother that she was.

Damn, he loved his job.