Conquered By My Neighor Ch. 02

I could not have gotten dressed any faster in my life. From naked and wearing heels in bed to fully clothed look less than a minute. I looked back to Jewan, who had this sort of smarmy grin on his face as he looked at his dad. I took that to be his moment of bragging, that he had nailed the hot girl next door, and good ol' dad hadn't. Well, that part was certainly true.

I had my head down in embarrassment as I tried to make my way out of Jewan's bedroom, oddly not feeling any shame in my actions, or in us getting caught. David grabbed me by the upper arm as I went past him, and he menaced in my ear.

"You and me are gonna' talk soon. Just you be ready."

Blue eyes slowly looking up to him, I simply nodded but said nothing else. His tone had been menacing. When he released me, I was gone like a shot. It was only after I got inside my home that I realized I had left my thong in Jewan's bedroom. But I dare not go back and ask for it. I was humiliated enough as it was, plus, leaking Jewan's seed all over the houses wasn't going to be wise. As usual, he had filled me to the brim with his semen, and I already had a smear of him between my thighs. I was now terrified that David was going to tell my husband. For 10 days I was on edge.

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I was hanging laundry up in our walk-in closet, feeling more or less at ease. The Sword of Damocles still hung over my head, knowing David could destroy my marriage any time he wanted to. For the first week, I was so nervous I had a hard time eating. Even my husband realized something was up. I just blew it off as general case of stress from work and my husband bought it. I felt bad about lying, but I had no other option. I mean, how does one tell their husband that while you love them, there are physically inferior to the man next door? I still made love with my husband, just not on dates that Jewan had bedded me, which was often.

I was hanging up Steve's shirts in order of color, not that I have OCD or anything, but it bothered me when he just threw them on the rack willy-nilly. So, I fixed his effort and added my own, and as I turned to leave, I gasped. David was standing at the door. Even worse was that he was naked, exposing himself for all his gory glory. As I stood there, my fingers went to cover my lips, and yet my eyes could not help but take in his form, evaluating him. Yeah, he was ugly, and he was bordering on obese. A normal man would not scare me, but his cock, however, gave me pause. He was every bit like Jewan, and maybe even a little more. His huge pot belly was not going to hinder him in penetrating any girl, let alone me.

"David, I know what you are thinking..." I began as I watched his fingers stroke his cock, helping it rise to the occasion. "But I can't have sex with you. I already have enough problems without you adding to it."

"Bitch, I am your problem." He replied, pointing out the glaring obvious. "You are gonna' fuck me whenever I want, and if you don't, well, then I am going to tell Steve all about how you seduced my son and let me watch. I'm going to tell him you are in love with my son and you want to leave him."

Oh, those lies were pissing me off. Partly because it wasn't the truth, exactly, and part of it was because I hadn't yet admitted to myself that some of what he said actually was. I had invited Jewan over a number of times, seduced him easily, and made passionate love with him. Everywhere in the house, except our marital bed. I saved that for my husband. On the kitchen counter. On the dining room table. In the garage. On the couch. On the other couch. Even once in the foyer and the door didn't even get closed! Then there was my backyard, his backyard, and of course his own home, especially his bedroom. But right now, I had to focus on the here and now, and that meant getting David to put his clothes back on. Or at least go home.

"David..." I replied, gently shaking my head. "We both know I can't have sex with you. Things are difficult enough as it is. How do you think Jewan will react if I tell him I had sex with you? I mean, for the both of us?"

"Like I give a shit what he thinks? He's my boy, and he'll be going off to college, so he isn't going to be around. Which leaves you and me." He folded his flabby arms about his immense chest, more like flab controlling more flab. He had this air of superiority about him.

"Seriously, David. I can't do this. What if my husband were to come home? What if he were to find us? What if I get pregnant?"

"Really? You were fucking my boy without protection? I know he cums in you, I saw it all. Hell, I smelled it all. I know you're trying to have a black baby, so don't go all high and mighty with me."

I rolled my eyes. "Look, what went on between Jewan and I is between Jewan and I. What he did with me is our business, not yours."

He took a half-step towards me, trapping me deeper in the closet. It was then I realized I was in a precarious position. I had nothing to defend myself with against a man who had maybe 100 or more pounds on me, and a good foot taller. On top of that, he was naked, and his cock was poking out, throbbing with every beat of his heat. I could almost feel the heat emanating from it, and him. Then there was me. I was wearing an oversized tank top and panties. That was it. I had planned on showering after I had the laundry handled, and I did not look my best. But David evidently didn't care. With my long auburn hair in a high ponytail, he was certainly looking at me as a prime candidate for his cock. He took the other half-step, and I backed away further into the closet and now my back was against a rack of my dresses.

"Yeah, well what's between us is going to be in you!" he menaced as he took another step and darted his hand out to snatch my arm.

We played keep away and tag of sorts for maybe a full 30 seconds, until he simply got lucky and grabbed my wrist. He then simply began to step backwards, dragging me with him, my feet scrubbing on the floor, until I hit tile and then those tiny steps I had to take to avoid hurting the soles of my feet.

"David! No! Stop it! Right this second!"

He didn't hesitate and yanked me to him, his body far stronger than I ever appreciated. But he must have been very strong just to move those layers of fat. I collided against his body, and his arms wrapped around me, lifting me up much like a sack of flour. Arms at my sides, I squirmed and cried out, my legs frantically kicking. But with bare feet, I had no real effect other than to jam my toe against his shin. The pain from that stopped me cold, and the next thing I knew, I was bouncing on my bed, with David in hot pursuit.

The silky gold satin sheets made it easy for David to drag me to him as he hovered over me, his knees between mine as he reared up and grabbed my waist. I struggled and tried to push him off, but my arms weren't long enough to reach much more than his protruding belly. I glanced down and his long, fat cock was laying on my vulva and lower abdomen and beginning to dribble some of his pre-emission. I was being marked for his conquest.

His hands held me still, despite my thrashing about, crying out and my trying to kick him. I was ineffective as I couldn't bring my legs back far enough to plant my feet on his chest. His hands then slid down my waist to my hips, and hooking his fingers into the slender elastic of my panties. My legs being spread around his hips thwarted his efforts to strip them from me, and he must've made a quick decision and grabbed them tightly and grimaced as he used his strength to literally snap the elastic, and my panties became useless. The pain from the elastic being stretched painfully against my skin and then the sting of the snap made me cry out, but his chilling words gave me real fear.

His hand dove for my vagina, and as he rubbed my folds, he grinned evilly.

"Quit lying, Suzi. I know you want me. Your pussy says so!"

He then showed me his palm and fingers, my slickness evident. I was nearly horrified!

"No, David! No! I don't want you! Get off of me!" I yelled.

My denials were pointless as he merely fell forward, squashing me flat on my own bed. I could barely see over his shoulder as his flab plastered me to the mattress, his cock between us. His lips growled to my ear.

"I'm gonna' make you mine, slut. You're gonna' fuck me the way you fucked my boy!"

I turned my head, to try and get away from his menace, but in doing so, I bared my neck to him. He took advantage and latched on with his thick lips. I yelped in discomfort as he was marking me, and he would leave a large, dark purple bruise that would be a hard time hiding from my husband. That was when he began to dry hump me, and I could feel his enormous sac nestling between my thighs, at my crotch. I had a passing thought to simply lock my ankles, but in shifting his weight, David had lodged his flab so that I couldn't. My arms outstretched, it was difficult to not get suffocated by him, let alone try and protect myself. David's thrusting started to turn, well, sticky, I guess, and I realized he was either cumming on me, or his cock was leaking a river of pre-emission. I grunted as I tried to squirm out again, only to succeed in getting nowhere.

Evidently, David decided that it was time, and with a grunt, he pushed himself up on his elbows, and sort of rolled to one side, so he could reach down. I took this time to get some deep breaths, because air felt better than freedom. Besides, even on one side, I was pinned in place. That was when I felt it, his cock, and he was sliding it blindly up and down my folds, making me gasp loudly. I could not help but mewl a little as the sensation of his cock on my labia sent arousing signals through me. At this point, I just stopped fighting him. He was too big, too strong, and I had nothing left to fight with. When I felt him finally engage the head of his cock with my tunnel entrance, I had to cry out as he began to thrust himself into me.

My back arching under him, he rolled flat back on top of me and began to cycle his hips to drive his rock-solid black spear into my most private part of me. A space I had only shared in love, not lust, and certainly not in force. Given his flab, I hadn't thought he would be able to penetrate me to the depths Jewan did, but I was wrong. His thrusts were slow, long, and surprisingly gentle. He was opening me, and I could only lie there and be opened to him. Each thrust made my voice utter a deep, guttural moan. I could not help but receive his powerful cock, and more importantly, I couldn't deny the pleasure he was forcing into me.

He lifted his head and we locked eyes, and his gaze was every bit as penetrating as his manhood. My lips parted to gasp and moan with every thrust, I felt my vagina begin to have a raging fire of torrid pleasure, all the while I was hating the man who was fucking me against my will. He lowered his face to mine as his cock managed to nestle in beyond where Jewan would reach, his tongue leading the charge as he kissed me as savagely as he would be fucking me. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, digging at my tongue as I tried to deny him the pleasure of his kiss. I lost that fight, too, and soon my tongue began to swish against his as my vagina began to grow accustomed to his massive love missile. My body more comfortable now, he began to cycle his hips, which oddly didn't move much of his mass, just pistoning his cock in and out of me as I was pinned in place. Every stroke of his cock massaged every pleasure sensor I had in my pussy, and I could not help but moan in pleasure from the very first thrust. He had tamed me.

The next several minutes were nothing more than my voice moaning louder and louder, as his thrusting grew harder and faster. Soon he was grunting aloud as his body began to exude sweat and coat me in his perspiration. My eyes were half-lidded as the physical sensations of love seized control from my mind. He was an ugly man in every dimension, yet he was every bit as talented of a lover as Jewan was. By the time David was near his orgasm, I had already had two and was so very near my third. I rarely had an orgasm with my husband, but here this ugly man was going to give me three. The final one happened as he was frantically thrusting his black warrior in me. His thrusts caused my vagina to flex on his cock, clutching his manhood as he slid in and out of me until he bellowed loudly as he erupted.

My pussy was massaging his cock so deeply buried inside me and despite what I wanted, my body was eager to coax every drop of his precious black seed into my womb. Nature was in command, as our bodies worked to successfully mate and create a new life, with no man-made barriers between us. As his masculine slit spurted heavy and thick jets of his genetic material into my vagina, my cervix was flexing, sipping into the growing pool of his black genetic heritage. Millions of his black baby-makers were now invading my womb to hunt down and fertilize my egg so it would take root. I didn't think I had ovulated this cycle yet, but it was getting close. Close enough to know I was going to be sweating out the calendar. My doctor's office was closed for the weekend, and getting a Plan B prescription was out of the question. If David had impregnated me, he would also have claimed my womb as his.

As he calmed down, he again mashed his thick lips to mine and rudely kissed me, his tongue delving deeply into my mouth, until it reminded me of giving my husband a blow job. The reach of Steve's dick and David's tongue felt about the same. I was fatigued and defeated, and just gave in. I had nothing left but my most feminine self and reacted as a woman would when a superior man had just mated with her. His kiss would be repeated and I was soon somehow enjoying it, and dueling with his tongue. We wound up necking like this for perhaps fifteen minutes. By the time David had finished kissing me, I was aroused and ready for another round. My troubled heart had a new problem, and he was laying on top of me.

"Suzi... We will do this again."

I looked deeply into his eyes.

"I can't. I mean, what if we get caught? My husband could walk in on us at any time."

"So what? We both know I fuck you better than he does. I saw it on you. You gave in way too easily. You can deny it all you want, but deep down, you wanted this black cock in you. Just like you do with my boy. After he leaves for school, you are going to want more of this, and I am going to give it to you."

My jaw flapped open and shut for a few seconds. I had no way to rebuff his words. He was right. Jewan was a fantastic lover. His dad was definitely far better than my husband. I wasn't sure if race had a real factor so much as having a prodigious cock. But for some reason, their blackness made it more arousing to me. It also made it very confusing.

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I spent the weekend with my husband, and we just did normal couple-things, except for some reason, he just wasn't feeling frisky. One night I came to bed wearing his favorite lingerie. Nothing. I took the initiative and tried to suggest some of his favorite kink scenarios, limited though they were. Nothing. Yet I was horny as Hell. I don't know what his problem was, or maybe it was mine? Did I want to mate with my husband? The man I chose to surrender my heart to, and pledge myself to? Was I trying to prove to myself how much I loved my husband?

Finally, I was able to get my husband in bed on Sunday night, and as we were in bed curled up together, we were watching old TV re-runs. It was our little tradition. Naked, sharing and feeling each other, we found it greatly bonding.

Shows from the 1960s and 1970s came on. Dragnet, Adam-12, and then a re-run of Batman came on, and instantly my husband was paying rapt attention. On screen was the Joker and Batgirl, as she was taken captive, and suddenly my husband went from limp to solid as a rock. I reached down and started to play with his penis and he moaned softly, and I decided to see if I could figure out what was getting him so aroused.

"So, you like it when the Joker has Batgirl in trouble?" I purred up to him, ending with a lick of his neck.

"Mhmm..."

"Maybe you want Batgirl to be trapped and Batman can't save her?" My fingers slid up and down along his shaft. I could feel his heartbeat throbbing through my fingers.

"Mhhmmmm..."

"So, maybe you want... Batgirl... to be fucked? Maybe the Joker rape s Batgirl?"

I never heard a verbal response, but his body took command, and he rolled on top of me. He started to shove himself into me, as his hands held my arms up over my head. I wasn't aroused so much as surprised, and his early pokes hurt my vagina little, and I cried out, but I held strong and muttered out.

"Oh, Joker... don't... don't rape me!" and I pretended to resist a little. Well, not pretend. I did try, but I was no match for him, physically.

Steve burrowed in my neck and bit me softly, his voice a deep and throaty threat. "Batgirl, you are mine... Batman can't save you!"

My back arched as he finally found home and slid into me, my voice moaning loudly as I cried out "Noooo... Joker... nooooo!"

The rest of the time was just moaning and growling as we mated, an almost feral mixing of two people.

"Nononono! Don't! Don't! Joker don't cum in meeee!" I cried out as the damsel in distress in me was beginning to shudder in release. Wow, I had actually orgasmed with my husband! Maybe there was something to being Batgirl after all?

The Joker as it were, continued to hammer in me for perhaps another 15 seconds before he, too, shot his load up into me as deep as he possibly good. He was gently pumping his dick into me, and his load was not as long-lived. That figured, given the relative size of Jewan and David's testicles. They were heavy-cummers, at least to me. But Steve never gave me what I would consider a large load of male ejaculate. He was also way shorter than Jewan or David, so it wasn't very deep. I was beginning to wonder if his short stature was the reason why we still had not conceived. It had been four months of trying.

As he rolled off me, gasping, I snuggled up to him and curled my bent leg across his thigh, purring softly as I nuzzled him. It was our post-coital way of reinforcing our love for each other. I would curl up to him, he would wrap his arm around me and hold me close, and we would share kisses. It was the emotional intimacy to go with the physical. It was just... us.

"Mmmm..." I purred. "Someone liked being The Joker." I semi-teased.

He chuckled softly.

"Nah, what I liked was being able to defile Batgirl."

I shifted my gaze up to him.

"Really? I don't know you had a thing for Batgirl."

"Are you kidding?" He interrupted his words with a soft kiss to my forehead. "I don't think there is a man alive who hasn't wanted to do Batgirl. Your chest is better than hers, but that costume? Mmmmmyyyyeeeeaaaahhhhh"

"Hmmm... I didn't know that. Maybe I should get a Batgirl costume?"

I think he blushed as he considered his response. I think he just decided to go all-in.

"While you are at it, get a Supergirl one. The one with the shorter cape..."

I thought for a moment.

"I didn't know you were a cape aficionado."

"Of course! Guys like girls in capes. Why do you think at Halloween, when you were a vampire, I ravished you so hard? And so many times?" He hesitated for a second. "Why do you think I wanted to ravish you in the limo? I mean, you looked glorious as you became the queen of my kingdom, but you in your gown, and wearing that bridal cape, oh yeah... I wanted you so bad right then."

I had to stifle a snort. So many times to him was three over the course of the day. Jewan was three times in about two-hours. I realized Steve was also referring to our wedding. I remembered having to nearly fight him off. But I had to admit, I did look resplendent in my pure white satin ballgown, veil, and my bridal cape that was also pure white. I nodded in reply.

"Okay, I'll have to see what I can do about that..."

My mind was spinning. Ok, costumes and capes are a thing. So be it. Tomorrow, the internet will start doing its thing!

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I ordered a couple of costumes, and a number of different color capes. Some would come the next day, thanks to online selling, and some out need a little more time. The Batgirl costume would come last, because I had to send them my measurements as well as a face picture. The manufacturer was going to custom-make this to fit me like a glove. In the meantime, I was dodging David like crazy.

As the capes arrived, they were all of this silky material that wasn't quite satin, but not quite silk. Some sort of blend that were shiny, smooth and frankly, quite erotic.

Quite a few were pure silky smooth and shiny satin, and I was getting what my husband was talking about. I tried out each one, and yeah, I got it. I felt sexier, and sultrier. I would put on a cape and then try on different clothes. Miniskirts, low-cut blouses, a couple of dresses I have that I thought would be short enough for the cape to conceal and then came lingerie. I didn't have much. A black lace garter belt and sheer stockings, a white set that more or less was the same, my bridal set, of course, a few shelf-bras and a few sheer lace ones. Lace panties, sheer panties, lace panties, even my poor excuse for panties. These last panties were more like, well, a G-string pair, but the crotch that was to cover my lady-parts was a V-shaped triangle. The V-cut was so deep that it left my clit and top of my labia exposed. Wearing those, a cape and my patent-leather stilettos made me feel so sexy I couldn't believe it. I almost knocked on David's door like this. Thankfully he was at work.

The capes and lingerie as well as the miniskirts were really doing it for me, and I learned that I liked dressing up sexier, and so would begin this new trend of style. To my husband's pleasure, I would begin wearing skirts that I previously thought were appropriate for a girlfriend, but now inappropriate for a wife. Blouses became racier, and my wardrobe would fill out with more silky and satiny outfits and dresses. In six months, 90% of my entire wardrobe was satin. My husband couldn't have be happier. Our sex life improved.

I stood in front of the mirror and took some full-frontal selfies dressed like a slutty tease. Black satin and lace shelf-bra, my G-string, black patent-leather stilettos, and a black satin cape. I stood in various poses, toe-pointed, shoulders back, hands on my breasts and hefting my D-cup boobs, and even one with my free hand slithering down my belly to my clit. Cape off one-shoulder, cape on both shoulders, cape semi-closed with my hands on my hips. I tried to think of Batgirl, and the poses she used.

When I was done, I sent my husband a text. "The next pic you see is DEFINITELY NSFW. View in private!" Then I sent him one with me standing at the toe-point, my lingerie exposed as the cape was folded back on both shoulders.

"Be home in 20 minutes."

He works 30 minutes away.

Knowing he was on his way, I had been teasing myself to readiness, and my preparations worked wonders. We never made it to the stairs, let alone the bedroom. He damn-near threw me down on the floor in the hallway and had me there. Steve ravished me for only a short time, his excitement evidently building on the way home. It was fast, it was torrid, it was harsh, it was almost brutal, but it was glorious. It was another one of the few times we climaxed together.

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A week later, Supergirl arrived. Well, the costume at any rate. I unpacked it and saw it would need a good steam-cleaning to get the wrinkles out. I was tempted to put it on first, just to see, but waited until the costume was ready. It took almost two hours before it was ready. Shipping from Asia must be harsh on fabrics. The bodice was a Lycra blend, and ended just above my hips, the satin skirt was high-waisted, short, and a 540-degree circle. It had soft, rounded folds that held to the beltline, and when it was spun, or the wind lifted it, the hem would float up gracefully. Left alone, the hemline was perhaps two inches below my butt. The cape was pure red satin, matching the skirt, and fastened to the bodice with two hook-and-loop strips. After checking in the mirror, I discovered that the cape was maybe three inches below my butt, nothing more.

I had to double check the packaging and then the website I bought it from. I sighed softly. In a font too small for human eyeballs to read was the advisory that the panty was not included, due to the various shapes and sizes of human females. Ok, so I would need to find some red satin panties. I had black, blue, pink, and a mauve, in regular panties and even thongs, but no blood-red. I would have to go shopping at our local lingerie store. When I did get to that store, I found a suitable pair, a matching thong pair, and then more of those G-string ones my husband devoured me in, so before I knew it, I was out of the store with over $175.00 in panties, and the whole bag was less than half the size of a grocery bag and weighed lighter than a feather. But that was for the future.

When the costume was ready, I figured I would take some more photos to tease my husband. I had really enjoyed not only that moment he burst in the door, but the rest of that night, as he had me keep the 'costume' on and we had raw, passionate sex twice more. Yeah, capes were his thing, and to be honest, I was kind of enjoying them, too. They made me feel sexy, because my husband thought them sexy, and so wearing capes went from just a Halloween-thing to more regular wear around the house.

So, I carefully pulled on the bodice, and after some shifting and shirking, I was able to get my boobs into place. My nipples were at half-mast, but there was no way to hide them. The Lycra was so tight even wearing a bra was out of the question. I was going to be au natural underneath the top. Next came the skirt, which slipped over my hips easily enough and I closed the short zipper, enclosing the waistband securely. It fit better than the bodice, though the hem was on the short side, exposing my ass if I twirled or if I moved too fast. I swiveled my hips, spun, and even jumped up and down. Yeah, this skirt was going to be a problem outdoors. The belt included in the costume was a joke. Awkwardly fitting and held with a simple strip of hook-and-loop closure, it was out of proportion to the skirt and the rest of me. OK, so the belt would need to be figured out. Then came the cape, and oh, wow, it was perfect. It attached to the hook and loop strips easily, was very secure, and had a perfect drape from my shoulders. The hem of the cape was about an inch below the skirt, and about a three-quarter circle. In short, the costume was sexy, elegant, contemporary and most of all, enticing.

I then realized I would need to buy boots, as the only pair of boots I had were cowgirl boots. That wasn't going to make it, even to try on. So, I slipped on my blood-red fuck-me 6-inch platform stilettos that my husband adores. I turned to look in the mirror, like a Superheroine turn and damn! Oh. My. God! I looked so fuckable! Even though I am a redhead, I was doing the costume justice. I went for my phone and was startled to realize I didn't know where it was. I looked about, hips swiveling on those amazing heels, the skirt and cape flipping and floating as I was strutting around the house. Descending the stairs had to look majestic, perhaps, because the skirt floated a little as the cape did also. If my husband had been able to look up, he most likely would have gotten an amazing upskirt view. I made a mental note to set him up with that.

I finally found my phone between cushions of the couch, and I had the recollection I was watching the TV this morning and set my phone down after texting with Steve. Swiping it open, I noticed a text from David.

"Come over, I need to see you."

It had been fifteen minutes since he sent that. No niceties, no manners, just a command.

"Not now, am busy trying on outfits."

"Show me your favorite."

"No, now is a bad time."

"Then I will be right there."

My head fell back on my shoulders. I was cooked. I had little doubt if I let him into my house like this, he would be all over me, and I knew what the outcome would be. His cock in me, his cum in me and leaking, likely all over my bed.

"No. I am not having sex with you in my home!"

"Then come to me now, or you will be."

I groaned and exhaled heavily, my shoulders slumping. I knew what I was in for, and so it was just a matter of keeping it from my husband. But David was going to have to take it from me. Supergirl wasn't going to surrender.

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The walk over to David's went via the backyard. The late afternoon breeze was coming up, and the last thing I needed to do was make a spectacle of myself to the whole neighborhood. The wide gap between our houses formed a natural breezeway, and the winds were funneled to form a nice little tornado, if you got too close. Aware of this, I kept my distance, but the breeze still agitated my skirt and cape a bit, and if David was watching, he saw plenty. The fact that I was in stilettos and had to step carefully didn't help. When I finally reached David's back patio, he was standing in the kitchen, naked with the door wide open. Of course.

"Yeah, this is how I want you to look, Suzi. All the time. You wearing something like this will do me just fine. So, are you getting ready for a party or something?"

I couldn't stop my screaming eyeroll.

"No, David. I bought this now as it was cheaper and I was thinking about Halloween." Of course I lied. He wasn't my husband, and he had no need to find out what Steve and I talked about or did.

The wind gusted a little, and I had to drop my hand to protect the front, while the cape and skirt billowed up on back. David grunted.

"You need to keep your hands on your hips, like Supergirl would."

I shook my head.

"There are a lot of things Supergirl would do, that I can't."

"Yeah... but fucking me isn't one of them."

I had turned to leave as he stepped forward and I retreated, only his step was bigger than mine, and I was wearing heels. He was on me in three steps and grabbed me with one wrist and then the other.

"David! Stop this!" I nearly yelled at him through gritted teeth. I was fighting him for all I was worth, but he had me.

David chuckled as he simply lifted my arms up, and held me, drawing me next to him. He had this smarmy grin on his face as he looked down on me as I was looking up. I could see he was thinking, but I had no idea what it was. His immediate intentions became clear shortly after. Lifting me by my wrists, he made me stand on my tiptoes, and as I grunted him pain, he mashed his lips to mine and started to rape my mouth with his tongue.

I tried to force his tongue from my mouth, using my lips and tongue, but as before, he simply overpowered me. This tongue was far longer than mine, and it was like fucking my mouth with his tongue, in and out, in and out, in and out, slowly, deliberately, and forcibly. When he broke the kiss, he lowered my arms in front of me and began to drag me inside. I dreaded what was coming, and that I was helpless to stop him. His steps took me further and further into his house, past the kitchen, through the dining room, past the family room, and past the den, and into his living room. With a mighty twist, he yanked me forward and across his leg, sending me flying on my face to the carpeted floor and making me cry out. I had a passing thought that I may look like Supergirl, but I can't fly worth shit. I wound up face down, next to the coffee table. As I tried to get up, which would lift me to all fours, he knelt between my heels, grabbed my hips, and simply dragged me back to him. My skirt was up on my back, and my cape was all about me.

"Well, it seems my girl knew to skip panties for me. Smart girl."

I cringed at his words. His thinking I was his girl was grating on me. I wasn't his girl. I am married! I tried to look back, but was blinded by my cape, and so I yelled at him.

"David! Don't you fucking dare!"

His response was wordless, but his body screamed in return. I felt his cock sliding up and down my folds, my slickness well-evident. Between the costume, the outdoor exposure, being manhandled, and just being horny, I was aroused far more than I expected I might be.

"Davi---" I started to protest and I let out a loud, sexy moan as my words were cut-off.

I felt his cock begin to open me, in a long, slow, delicious invasion. The head of his cock popped through my opening and then began to tease my inner valley, and my back was gradually arching and my head being thrown back, my lips gaping as my voice began this very vocal proof of his sexual onslaught beginning. I was tight, he was thick, and his thrusts were demanding. Demanding my body, demanding my focus, and demanding my... submission. His cock was taming me all over again. Supergirl was defeated.

His thrusts were slow, inexorable and sure. He was opening me, and as he did so, each time he was massaging my sweet spot with the nerve endings of his own. Maybe it is a human-thing, I don't know, but every time he thrust into me, my voice emitted a long moan that got progressively louder as he went on. The more intense his fucking me got, the louder I moaned, until I was wailing in an emotional display of pleasure and passion. Doggy-style like this absolutely destroyed my resistance, and I couldn't help it. My vagina was sweating love-lubrication as my forehead was sweating perspiration. I was trying to claw at the carpet, to grip anything to try and ease the rising flood of raw sexual tension he was forcing into my body. But it was hopeless and in about ten minutes, he had me crying out in pleasure, a wordless vocal spewing of the pleasure he was making me feel. Our concert of voices, both wailing together in unison, would be heard by the next-door neighbor, if that neighbor wasn't already an active participant.

David grabbed me by the hair, pulling my long locks until I was balanced on my knees, my skirt and cape fluttering from the jolting my pelvis and pussy were receiving. David was fat, but he possessed a strength that belied his size. He wrapped his arm around my neck, pulled me against him, my back arching around his belly.

"I'm... gonna'... knock... up... Supergirl!"

That threat was all that we evidently both needed, and as he bellowed out in his eruption, I screamed so loudly that it would echo off the walls. I shuddered violently as my body was wracked with the rhythmic convulsions of an orgasm my husband could never give me. My quivering vagina was massaging his ebony baby-maker, coaxing his body into flooding my white, married womb with his dark seed. Seeds that would be scooped up by my cervix, tiny mouthfuls being ushered into my uterus, swimming upstream as my egg was floating downstream. His chances of impregnating me were more than fair, and my body was trembling in his grasp, help captive as his thrusting black spear impaled me over and over, making me feel the very contractions of his solid shaft spurting inside me.

Trembling in his grasp, his arm around my neck, I was worn-out and exhausted. I was gasping for air, feeling his own chest heaving in deep breaths as he continued to fertilize my fertile valley. My arms fell limps from my shoulders, and I literally hung from his cock, defeated. I was in a post-sexual haze, and unable to even think. My husband would never be able to do what David just had. Supergirl had just surrendered.

He held me like that, his captured prize, and ensured every drop of his precious essence would be deposited deep within me. We were poised together until he pitched me forward and then landed nearly atop of me. He was laying on his side, his cock having softened and having fallen out of me. I was calming down, as he then placed his face against my neck, and bit me, not harshly, but that sensual nibble that begins arousal, and then his suckling of my tender flesh began. He was marking his territory, and I didn't bother fighting him. In that moment, I honestly didn't care what happened. His wife could have walked in on us. Steve could have walked in on us. A TV news crew could have walked in on us. I just didn't care.

"Oh, I like this... You are going to do more of this for me."

David softly rumbled to my ear as he broke the making of the deep purple hickey on my neck.

"Do what..." My soft, weak and exhausted voice asked.

"Dress up more. I like breaking Supergirl. Who else you got?"

I wasn't with it enough to think, and so I told him everything. A few short, satin tunics that were more club wear or should just be bedroom wear, the capes I have, the Supergirl costume, a Powergirl costume was coming, as well as the famous Batgirl costume of Barbara Gordon fame.

I think he started to get an erection when he heard about Batgirl.

"You will wear that one for me. A lot."

"We'll see, David. It was expensive. I can't let anything happen to it."

He didn't take kindly to my denying him, and he rolled onto me, pressing me flat onto my stomach as his arm again reached around my neck. His reach began to softly choke me, and I could feel it for what it was. His asserting his power over me, of which in that moment, he had all of it.

"Bitch, you will wear what I want you to wear, and when I want you to wear it! If I tell you to wear your wedding dress, you will fucking do it, got that, Slut? You are my bitch, and unless you want me to tell your family, you will fucking keep me happy!"

With each explanation his deep voice growled, or was it each proclamation? It didn't matter. When he gave me each of his orders, he choked me a little harder and he shook my head like a rag doll, all to remind me of who was in charge.

I had to grimace and grunt as I whimpered, and tried to nod in acquiescence, but his grip was too tight. I finally choked out a yes to each of his demands. Supergirl had gone from conquered to enslaved.