Jenna sighed as she watched her handsome neighbor Marcus mowing his lawn, sweat glistening on his muscular arms. It had been months since her workaholic husband Eric had touched her and she was absolutely aching for male attention. When Marcus looked up and caught her staring, throwing her a friendly wave, a naughty idea began to take root in Jenna’s sex-starved mind.
The next day, Jenna made sure to be outside sunbathing when Marcus got home from work. She wore her skimpiest white bikini, the fabric barely containing her generous curves. As Marcus got out of his car, Jenna made a show of rubbing suntan oil on her smooth thighs, sighing exaggeratedly.
“Whew, it’s so hot today!” she called out, fanning herself. “Hey Marcus, would you mind doing my back? I can never quite reach…”
Marcus looked momentarily stunned by the request, his eyes roving over Jenna’s scantily clad body. But he quickly recovered, flashing her a megawatt smile. “Sure thing, happy to help!”
Jenna shivered as Marcus’s big hands glided over her back, working the oil into her sun-warmed skin. His touch lingered just a bit too long to be purely friendly and Jenna felt herself growing wet. Emboldened, she rolled over and gave Marcus a sultry look from beneath her lashes.
“Mmm, that feels amazing,” she purred, arching her back subtly. “You have magic hands! Eric never pampers me like this…”
“That so?” Marcus murmured, gaze zeroing in on Jenna’s hardening nipples straining against her bikini top. “Bit of a neglectful husband, is he?”
“You have no idea,” Jenna pouted, slowly untying her top. “We haven’t had sex in months. A woman has needs, you know…”
Marcus audibly swallowed as Jenna sat up, letting her top fall away to reveal her full, perfect breasts. “Needs I’d be more than happy to satisfy,” he said lowly, cupping her heavy tits in his oiled hands.
Jenna mewled as Marcus began to fondle her, tweaking her stiff nipples between his fingers. “Please,” she gasped, squirming under his touch. “I’m so desperate, it’s been too long…”
Growling, Marcus claimed Jenna’s mouth in a filthy kiss, pushing her back onto the lounger. She parted her thighs eagerly, whimpering as his thick erection pressed against her damp mound through their suits.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” Marcus groaned, shoving Jenna’s bikini bottoms aside to tease her slick folds. “You really are gagging for it, aren’t you, you needy little slut?”
“God yes,” Jenna panted, grinding shamelessly against Marcus’s probing fingers. “I need your fat cock stretching me, pounding me, wrecking my slutty married cunt!”
Swearing under his breath, Marcus yanked his shorts down just enough to free his massive, angry-looking erection. Jenna barely had time to marvel at his size before he was pushing into her, stretching her deliciously as he filled her to the brim.
“Shit, you’re tight,” Marcus grunted, slowly withdrawing til just the tip remained before slamming back home. “Gonna ruin this hot little snatch for your limp-dick hubby…”
He set a brutal pace, roughly fucking up into Jenna as the lounger creaked ominously beneath them. She could only hold on for dear life, keening desperately as Marcus used her hungry body.
“Yes, YES!” Jenna wailed, toes curling as her climax approached at record speed. “Don’t stop, fuck me harder! Make me your dirty fuckdoll!”
Marcus snarled like an animal as he redoubled his efforts, pounding Jenna into the lounger with jackrabbit thrusts. “That’s it, fuckin’ take it,” he spat, reaching down to furiously strum her engorged clit. “Cream on my cock like the unfaithful cumslut you are!”
The degrading dirty talk combined with the relentless stimulation proved too much for Jenna. With a choked scream, she clamped down on Marcus’s pistoning length and absolutely exploded.
Clear feminine ejaculate gushed from her spasming cunt, soaking Marcus’s cock and balls and splattering the deck. Through the haze of her shattering orgasm, Jenna was vaguely aware of Marcus stiffening above her, roaring his own release as he pumped her full of his seed.
They collapsed together on the soggy lounger, gasping for air. As the fog of lust began to clear, Jenna felt the first twinges of guilt. How could she have let herself succumb so wantonly? What would Eric think if he ever found out?
As if reading her thought, Marcus gave her a mischievous grin. “Well damn, that was even hotter than I’d imagined,” he chuckled, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear. “Bet your boring hubby never makes you squirt like that!”
Jenna flushed at the crude declaration, both ashamed and aroused by how thoroughly she’d just been taken in her own backyard. “This can never happen again,” she said weakly, avoiding Marcus’s knowing eyes. “It was a mistake, I’m a married woman…”
“A married woman with needs,” Marcus countered, giving Jenna’s sensitive tits a parting tweak as he stood up and righted his shorts. “Needs I’m more than happy to keep meeting. You know where to find me…”
With that, he sauntered off, leaving Jenna dazed and dripping on the lounger. As she gathered her bikini with shaking hands, she couldn’t ignore the insistent throbbing between her thighs.
One taste of Marcus’s skilled cock and Jenna was already craving more. Biting her lip, she glanced at his house, mind reeling with deliciously dirty possibilities. Maybe one more romp wouldn’t hurt…
Over the next few weeks, Jenna found herself knocking on Marcus’s door almost daily, desperately seeking the sexual satisfaction her husband refused to provide. Each encounter was filthier than the last, leaving Jenna boneless and thoroughly used.
Marcus took her in every position imaginable – bent over the kitchen counter, bouncing on his lap in the living room, on her knees in the shower swallowing his huge load. He pinned her against the wall and fucked her stupid, he ate her pussy on the stairs till she squirted down his chest.
And the dirty talk, good lord. Marcus had the filthiest mouth, always reminding Jenna what an eager slut she was for his cock as he violated her needy holes. “Fucking TAKE it, you cum-hungry skank,” he’d snarl as he battered her cervix. “Milk me with that sloppy snatch, drain my balls dry! Wanna ruin you for all other dick…”
Jenna ate it up, reveling in being so openly desired, so thoroughly FUCKED. She started blowing off social engagements and household chores to spend more time on her knees or back for Marcus, uncaring of the consequences.
The day of reckoning finally came when Jenna slunk home after a particularly raunchy session, Marcus’s cum still trickling down her thighs. She was sore, satiated, and more than a little nervous about facing Eric. Surely he’d noticed her frequent absences and distraction of late?
Steeling herself, Jenna pushed open the bedroom door…and froze. Eric was home early from work, seated at the edge of their bed. Even more shockingly, he was watching video footage of Jenna and Marcus going at it, his hand moving purposefully over the obvious tent in his slacks.
“E-Eric?” Jenna stammered, clutching her robe closed. “What are you – where did you get that?”
Eric glanced up at her, eyes dark and unreadable. He nodded at the screen where video-Jenna was now wantonly riding Marcus reverse cowgirl, her tits bouncing as she impaled herself on his monster cock.
“I think the more pertinent question is what are YOU doing, dear wife,” he said calmly, getting to his feet. “Besides getting your cunt pounded by the neighbor that is.”
To her own surprise, Jenna felt a frisson of excitement zip down her spine at Eric’s cool, authoritative tone. She dropped her gaze to the obscene bulge tenting his pants and felt a rush of wetness between her thighs. Did her straitlaced husband actually LIKE seeing her get fucked by another man?
“I’m so sorry,” she breathed, trying to sound contrite even as arousal hummed through her body. “I just needed… it’s been so long since we…”
“So long since I dicked you down proper?” Eric supplied, lips quirking. He advanced on Jenna slowly, backing her towards the wall. “Since I made you scream on my fat cock, filled this greedy cunt to bursting?”
Jenna gaped at him, head spinning at this sudden shift. Who was this dominant, dirty-talking man and what had he done with her milquetoast husband? She barely recognized him with this predatory gleam in his eye but fuck if it didn’t make her pussy clench with need.
Eric crowded into her space, one hand diving into her robe to possessively palm her breast. “Poor neglected wifey, so goddamn desperate,” he crooned, fingers finding her nipple and pinching. “Had to go and throw herself at the first big dick she could find, hmm? Spread her legs and become the neighborhood cumrag…”
Jenna mewled as Eric’s other hand pushed between her thighs, shoving two thick fingers knuckle-deep into her drenched channel. “Eric, please,” she gasped, head thumping back against the wall. “I didn’t – it didn’t mean anything, I swear…”
“Oh but it DID, sweetheart,” Eric growled, pumping his fingers roughly and using his thumb to circle her clit. “It meant EVERYTHING. Watching him split you open on that huge cock, witnessing you become his eager little cocksleeve… it was a revelation.”
He thrust his rigid length against Jenna’s hip, letting her feel the evidence of his arousal. “I haven’t been able to STOP jerking off to you two,” he admitted lowly. “Replaying every second of my perfect wife being so thoroughly debauched, imagining all the nasty things you beg for with that filthy mouth when you think I’m not around…”
Jenna’s eyes nearly rolled back as the dirty words washed over her. Her mind reeled at the implication – far from being angry or disgusted, Eric was actually ENJOYING her affair with Marcus. Getting off on his own cuckoldry like it was his own personal porno.
“You’re not – oh god – you’re not mad?” she panted, hips rolling helplessly to meet Eric’s thrusting fingers as he worked her over.
“Mad? Fuck no baby, I’m PROUD,” Eric chuckled darkly. “Proud my smoking hot wife is out there taking dick like a champ, proud I have a front row seat to her sexual awakening. Cuckolding is my ultimate fantasy, and you’re making all my dreams come true.”
As if to punctuate his point, he curled his fingers just right and nailed Jenna’s g-spot. She came with a ragged cry, pussy spasming wildly and drenching his hand with her sweet cream. Eric worked her through it, muttering filthy praise and encouragement the whole time.
When Jenna finally slumped back, limbless, Eric brought his sticky fingers to his mouth for a slow, thorough suck. “Mmm, tastes like satisfaction,” he hummed, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. “Nothing better than licking another man’s leavings from my lady’s well-fucked cunt…”
Blindsided and unbelievably turned on, Jenna could only gape as Eric dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, slurping greedily at her sensitive folds. She fisted her hands in his hair as he tongue-fucked her roughly, enthusiastically cleaning Marcus’s cum from her core like a man possessed.
It was official – her husband was a dirty, cock-craving cuck…and Jenna was absolutely LIVING for it. As Eric made decadent love to her used, sloppy snatch and jerked himself to a shuddering climax into her belly, all she could think was how her sex life was about to get a hell of a lot more exciting.
She couldn’t WAIT to tell Marcus the good news – that her husband got off on sharing her, that she was now his anytime fuckdoll. The depraved opportunities were truly endless.
With her insatiable cuckold hubby calling the kinky shots and her strapping bull next door on call to wreck her tight cunt on the regular…suffice it to say the once-desperate housewife would never want for sexual satisfaction again.
Jenna had a feeling her name would be starring in LOTS of sordid cuckold stories around the neighborhood from now on. And damn if that knowledge didn’t make her cream her well-worn panties all over again…
