Kat and the Neighbour

Kat had always been the kind of wife who loved to tell her husband Charlie, every filthy detail of her sexual escapades. She loved watching his cock twitch and harden whilst she described how another man had stretched her, filled her, made her moan like a slut, but this time was different. This time, she decided to savour the secret a little while longer..........

Bob, their next-door neighbour, whose health had been on a slow downward spiral, something to do with his heart that left him exhausted and ultimately depressed. His wife, Linda, was too wrapped up in her own worktime stress to notice.

Kat watched him from across the backyard fence one afternoon, shirtless and sweating as he tried (and failed) to mow the lawn. It was at this point in time that her wicked idea hit her like lightning bolt! A good, hard, secret fuck would fix that man right up. She proceeded with her mission starting slowly, letting the tension build up in him like a slow-burning fuse.

The first move came on a humid Tuesday evening. Charlie was at the gym. Kat slipped into a tiny white tank top with no bra, her full, heavy tits straining the thin flimsy fabric with her already stiff nipples erect and obvious. The hem of her top barely reached the bottom of her ribs. Below that, she wore a pair of loose cotton shorts that rode up her ass every time she moved, the crotch clinging to the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy. She strolled over to Bob's garage where he was tinkering with his old Mustang, with a beer in his hand and looking defeated.

"Hey, neighbour," she purred, leaning against the workbench so her tits rested on the edge, practically spilling out. "You look like you could use a distraction." Bob's eyes flicked down, then quickly away. "Kat... Jesus. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

She laughed, low and throaty, and stepped closer until her bare thigh brushed against his. "Maybe I am. But the good kind. The kind that makes your cock forget all about being tired." She let her hand trail lightly over the front of his jeans, feeling him twitch. "I've been thinking about you, Bob. Thinking about how much better you'd feel if you just let me take care of your pent up stresses for you."

He groaned, half in protest, half in need......... "Linda's inside..."

"And Charlie's at the gym for another hour," she whispered, lips brushing against his ear. "Plenty of time for me to drop to my knees right here and suck that big growing dick, until you forget your own name."

Kat didn't drop to her knees that night, she just left him rock-hard and aching, her perfume and the wet spot she left on his fingers when she guided his hand between her thighs lingering in the air.

The next few days she continued tormenting him. In the mornings she'd "sunbathe" in their shared backyard dressed only in a micro-bikini that barely covered her nipples and left the cheeks of her ass completely bare. Knowing Bob was watching from his kitchen window, she'd oil herself up slowly, moaning softly as her hands slid over her slick skin.

Afternoons she'd show up at his door in a sheer sundress, no panties and proceed to bend over pretending to "pick up" something she'd dropped so that he could see her glistening pussy lips peeking out. Each time she got up she would whisper something dirtier than the last.

"You know I'm married, right?" Bob rasped one evening when she cornered him by the fence again, her hand already stroking the thick bulge in his shorts.

"So am I," Kat sighed, squeezing him. "That's what makes it so fucking hot. Imagine sliding this fat cock into your horny neighbour's tight married cunt while our spouses are right next door. Bet it'd make your heart race in the best way."

The breaking point came on a rainy Saturday afternoon. Charlie was in the garage working as usual on his bike. Linda had run to the nearby store. Kat knocked on Bob's back door wearing nothing but an oversized button-down shirt--Charlie's--and a pair of strappy heels. The shirt was open just enough to show the inner curves of her breasts and the smooth, bare mound of her pussy. Bob yanked her inside, slammed the door, and crushed his mouth to hers. "You're going to kill me, you know that?"

"Only in the best way," she moaned whilst still pressed against his lips. She quickly slid her shirt off her shoulders so it pooled at her feet. Her naked body pressed against him, nipples hard against his chest. "I've been dripping for you for days, Bob. Feel."

She took his hand and shoved two of his fingers straight into her soaked wet cunt. He groaned at how moist she was, how her walls clenched greedily around him. "Fuck me," she demanded, voice husky. "Right now. Bend me over your kitchen table and fuck your naughty neighbour like you've been dying to." He did just that. He spun her round, bent her over the table, and drove his thick cock with one brutal thrust deep inside her. Kat cried out, pushing back to take every inch. "Yes! Bob, you're so much bigger than Charlie. Stretch me, baby. Ruin this slut's pussy."

He pounded her hard, the wet slap of skin echoing in the quiet house. Kat's tits bounced against the cool wood of the table top, her moans growing louder. "Harder, Bob--fuck me like you hate how much you need this. Fill me up. I want to feel your cum dripping down my thighs, so that it soaks my shoes when I walk back home."

With that he came with a guttural groan, pumping rope after rope of hot sticky creamy cum deep inside her. Kathy came right after him, her pussy contracting at the same time as her legs were buckling. They stayed like that, panting, his cock still twitching inside her.................But they weren't safe for long.

The garage door opener hummed next door--Signalling Charlie was coming out from the garage. Bob froze, still buried balls-deep in Kat's creaming cunt.

"Shit--quick!" she hissed, but instead of panicking she grinned wickedly and clenched around him one more time, milking the last drops. She yanked her shirt back on just as Charlie's voice called from their yard, "Kat? Are you over there?"

Bob pulled out with a wet pop, leaving cum leaking down Kat's thigh. She wiped it quickly up with her fingers, sucked them clean and with a filthy wink, she then slipped out the back door like nothing had happened, calling back sweetly to Charlie, "Just helping Bob with a... diet recipe, honey!"

As close as that was, the real close call came two weeks later, after they'd turned their secret affair into a daily addiction. With that they had become so much bolder with their liaisons. One afternoon Kat texted Bob: Charlie's napping in the outhouse...Bob replied with...Linda's at her yoga, the back door is unlocked. Come over so that I can fuck you senseless on the couch while we have a few free minutes.

With that Kat sloped off next door to meet up with Bob. Meanwhile Bob had taken the opportunity to visit the bathroom and on his return, found that Kathy was waiting, naked, legs spread wide, fingering her dripping wet pussy. "Hurry, baby. I wondered where you were but first I need that cock in my mouth." She dropped to her knees right there in his living room and swallowed him balls deep, gagging and drooling, looking up at him with pure slutty devotion. "Mmmmm, you taste so good. I love sucking your married fat cock with the knowledge that our spouses could show up any minute, it is so fucking horny."

Bob fucked her face, then bent her over the back of the couch and slammed into her from behind. Kathy was as usual loud--too loud--moaning, "Yes, fuck my married cunt! Harder! Make me your little backyard whore!" The couch was squeaking. Her tits were swinging. Bob had two fingers deep up her asshole when they heard the noises from outside.

It was Linda's car pulling into the driveway and from next door they could hear Charlie's voice from across the fence: "Hey Bob, you seen Kat?" They both froze mid-thrust, his cock still buried to the hilt, her pussy fluttering around him in panic and arousal. Kat's eyes sparkled with wicked excitement. She whispered, "Don't you dare pull out," and clenched around him again. Bob panicked, yanked out, cum already shooting across her ass as she scrambled for her tiny robe. She barely got it around her when Linda's key turned in the front door lock. Kat slipped out the back door just as Linda stepped in, calling, "Bob... I need help with the shopping?"

Kat darted across the yard, robe flapping open, cum still dripping down her thighs, and ran straight into Charlie coming around the corner.

"Jesus, babe--where have you been?" he asked, eyes widening at her flushed face and her tousled hair.

She grinned, kissed him deep so he could taste Bob's cock on her tongue, and whispered, "Just helping the neighbour again. I'll tell you all about it tonight... after I fuck you with his hot cum still inside me."

That night, after she'd ridden Charlie slow and filthy, recounting every explicit detail, making him cum harder than he had in months, Kat smiled to herself in the dark. Bob was smiling again these days. His depression was lifting. And she knew she still had months of delicious, risky, cum-filled afternoons ahead of her.

She couldn't wait to tell Charlie about the next one...