Heat Wave(Current Rating 83/100, based on 43 votes)
This was turning into the hottest summer in recent memory; I can't
remember so many hot, hazy, and humid days strung together like this.
The heat's making everyone act a little cranky, like my neighbor Rob,
who's been bitching about his electric bill, yet he's the only one on the
block with a pool. Go figure. The lucky stiff Rob and his wife Ashley
also have a camp in the woods up north. Calling it a camp is a little
understated, since it's quite a big house, with a Jacuzzi hot tub on a
large deck overlooking a wooded hillside. Rob and his camp were what my
wife and I were discussing on this miserably hot summer day.
"Come on, why can't we spend this weekend with them up at the camp? My
mom would love to have the kids and we can get away from this damned heat
wave for a couple of days."
"Oh, Emma, we've been over this time and time again. I don't like the
way Rob is always looking at you. Jesus...last New Year's Eve party the
guy had his hands all over you and tried to kiss you."
"It was innocent, Tom. He was drunk and I had quite a bit, too."
"Innocent, my ass! He's made no secret of how he'd like to get into your
pants, and you're gonna lounge around in your bikini right in front of
him. He'll be as hot as this weather."
"So let him look. Besides, you'll be spending all your time ogling
Ashley who'll no doubt be wearing one of those thong bikinis of hers that
show everything...it's not like Rob's the only one who looks at another
guy's wife...I've seen you..."
She had a point. Ashley is an amazing looking woman. A very
athletic-bodied 25-year-old blonde, she's as petite as Emma is
voluptuous. I've often wondered about the attraction between her and Rob.
He's a big, loud, dark, hairy animal of a man, who's as out-of-shape and
lumpy as Ashley is trim and tight. But then, Emma and I are quite a
contrast too. Approaching 40, my wife is a raven haired, full bodied,
lusty woman with magnificently large breasts, only slightly heavier after
bearing two children. On the other hand, I'll always look like the
prototypical surfer dude: 6-foot-two, with sandy hair and slim features
and not much more weight than when I was twenty.
"So...I look at Ashley. She's a good looking woman. What I can't figure
is what's got you focused on Rob. Dammit, you certainly weren't pushing
him away on New Year's." After a pause, I say, "Is it a jealousy thing?
Is that it? You know I only want to have you."
She purrs "I think Rob's a teddy bear, with all that fur of his...maybe
you're the jealous one?" Before I can answer, she says, "Okay...okay,
I'm only kidding. I won't do anything to get him going, but can we
please, please go to their camp this weekend?"
I relent and agree to go; anything to get away from this heat.
"This is fantastic...it's at least 15 degrees cooler here than in the
city," I exclaimed while climbing out of the car.
Shaking out her dark mane of hair as she too exits, Emma adds,
"Yeah...didn't the sign at the bank say it was 98 when we left? I'm so
glad to get out of that wretched heat."
As we arrived, Rob, wearing cut-offs and a sweaty tank top came out of
the house to greet us, bellowing "It's about time you got here! We've
got beers on ice and steaks on the grill out on the deck." He gives Emma
a bear hug, then turns to me. "Ash is already in her suit and cooling
off, why don't you two get settled in the guest bedroom, throw on your
suits and join us out back?"
"I'm not out back...I'm right here." A smiling Ashley is standing at the
back door, as Emma predicted wearing a revealing black thong bikini,
hardly more than three triangles of satin-like fabric held together by
strings. Boy is she tight! Certainly not for the first time I marvel at
her petite, hard body; not an ounce of body fat anywhere to be seen.
Emma looks at me with her version of the 'evil eye.'
"Let's get our stuff into the house...I'm hungry, and I want one of those
beers." She turns to Rob and asks for his help carrying our bags.
What's wrong with me? I fume but don't say anything. She's just playing
the jealousy card again after the way she saw me looking at Ash.
I was hungry and thirsty too, so I quickly changed into my Speedos and
headed out to the deck; Emma telling me that she'll be out in a minute.
On the deck, Ashley is lying on a deck lounger while Rob is attending to
the steaks. When Emma comes out in her light-blue cotton bikini, Rob's
attention is quickly drawn from the grill to my wife.
"Hey, pal...you're gonna burn those steaks" was all I could say in
response to his ogling.
Really, Emma's suit very was flattering to her figure, especially her
ample breasts, but a lot less revealing than Ashley's by a long shot.
Let's face it, Tommy-boy; it's her tits he's always been yearning for
anyway. I guess he can't appreciate what he's got. Ash has small but
firm looking tits and amazingly hard nipples I've seen practically poke
through thin t-shirts on many occasions. I figure I'm equally guilty
since I've fantasized about those nipples rubbing against my chest more
than a few times.
We ate and drank heartily before sprawling on lounge chairs and getting
some late afternoon sun there on the back deck. I chuckled a little to
myself; here we are enjoying the hot sun that up until a few hours ago
we've been cursing for its incessant glow! Many more beers were downed
before Rob announced he was turning on the whirlpool and taking a soak.
I was stunned when he unceremoniously dropped his cut-offs to the
deck--no underwear--and shucking off his tank top, slowly climbed naked
into the roiling water. Both women were also looking his way, but
neither seemed to react as I did, though Emma was checking him out in
earnest. Man, the guy is hairy! Dark, course hair is everywhere on his
body: his chest, back, stomach, legs and ass are matted, and his pubic
area is a mass of wiry black fur, rendering his small looking cock almost
invisible in the thicket. The next shock was when Emma said aloud that
the spa looked good to her and she was also going in. Staring a!
t my Emma as she settles in next to a naked Rob in the tub, I didn't
quite hear Ashley until she calls to me a second time.
"Tom...hey Tom...why don't you come here and put some of this sunscreen
on me...I think it's time for another dose."
I hesitate and look over at Emma. She smiles and says "Don't look at
me...and don't be a prude...just help her with the sunscreen."
I take the bottle from Ashley's hand, spread some on my palm and begin to
massage it onto her back.
"Make sure you get it everywhere," and with that she reaches behind her
and unties her bra string. "Don't forget my ass and legs, okay?"
Her ass! When I finally get the courage to rub some of the lotion on her
exposed cheeks, I'm amazed at their firmness. I probably spent too much
time there, since she whispers "legs" to me. When I rub the lotion
toward the inner part of one thigh, she lets out a low moan and spreads
her legs a few more inches apart. I continue to apply the lotion to her
thighs, and by the time I'm back to her ass, she's purring like a kitten
and my cock is stretching the front of my Speedos.
She surprises me by rolling over, her breasts exposed and her nipples
hard and erect. "Time for the front of me," she coos; her eyes dart to
the bulge in my suit.
Realizing that I'm staying away from her breasts while applying the
lotion, she chirps "don't forget my tits, they're very sensitive...and
you don't want them to get burned, do you?"
Very sensitive indeed! Rubbing the lotion over them I can't help but
tweak her nipples, sticking up almost half an inch and gloriously hard.
With every touch she makes little hiccupping sounds, her eyes closed and
her thighs spread a bit wider than before. As I move my hand to her
belly with some more lotion, I feel her hand caress my cock through the
front of my suit. I'm so stiff the head is poking out from under my
waistband. When she realizes this, she runs her fingers along my
cock-head picking up a little precum, before moving her fingertips to her
mouth and licking them.
"Oh, God, Tom...you really are big boy, aren't you," she moans as her
hand is back at the front of my suit. "Please rub between my legs...I'm
so hot..."
In a near panic I jump away from her a bit and take a furtive glance over
at the hot tub to see if Emma's been catching any of this. I freeze when
I see that she's removed her top and is staring at me. Rob can't get any
closer to her without being on top of her, which my addled brain grasps,
is just where he's trying to be. What's going on here?
Ashley's whimpered pleas bring me back to her. Shit, she's pulled off
her thong! She grasps my wrist and pulls me toward her, pushing my hand
down to her baby-bald pussy. I can't resist; my fingers probe between
her labia to find a torrent of wetness. As a fingertip finds and begins
stroking her clitoris, I sneak a peak back to the spa to see what Rob's
up to with my wife, if anything. Damned if he doesn't have a hand at one
breast, massaging and squeezing it like a baker kneads dough, and she's
running her fingers through his chest pelt. As her hand moves from his
chest down below the water line their lips meet. I must have made a
noise as reaction, for Ash yanks my wrist again.
"Oh, Tom...don't worry about them," Ashley sighs. "Yes, they're going to
fuck, but so are we."
Hurt and confused, I force my eyes away from Emma and look at Ashley. I
offer no resistance as she reaches over and slowly slides my suit down
and off then pulls me on top of her. Knowing how much heavier I am than
her, I roll us over so she is now on top of me. Our lips meet for the
first time.
When our lips separate, Ashley whispers, "You don't know what your wife
has been confiding in me, do you?" After a small giggle, she continues.
"She told me once that you had a big, marvelous cock, and good stamina in
using it." Another sighing giggle: "She also told me she had fantasies
of being fucked by a dark hairy man...like my Rob...I think she
associates body hair with virility." Another sigh: "She'll find out fast
how Rob isn't the 'lasting' type." Her hand is between us, stroking my
aching erection. "I've needed one of these for a long time...I need to
be FILLED," she says forcibly. "I need to be TAKEN. I need that stamina,
Tom...if you've got it." Our lips meet...our tongues flick together.
I promised I wouldn't look, but the sound of splashing water draws my
eyes there. Rob has lifted a naked Emma from the spa in his arms and is
laying her down on a towel on the deck. He's positioned himself between
my wife's legs and begins fondling her ample breasts just as Ashley
clasps both palms on each side of my face and turns my head back toward
her.
"Let me get on my knees so you can fuck me, okay? We'll face that way so
you can watch them...if that's what you want...just fuck me good and
long!"
She was quick to offer her ass to me, and I couldn't resist. When I got
behind her and slid the head of my cock between her wet labia, she
groaned "Yessssss" and began wiggling her hips to get me to penetrate her
further. I'm fixated on her girlish ass and thighs as I push into her.
God, she's as tight as a virgin! Can I even remember the last time I was
in a vagina this tight? Remembering what she said about stamina, I kept
my motion to long, slow thrusts. When her moaning started getting louder
and louder, I knew she'd be a screamer.
"Oh...oh...oh...yes...yes...yes" she panted as I kept up my pace. Maybe
she's right, I think. I am pretty good at pacing myself; I'm usually
good at getting Emma to the Big O. I guess it's not enough for her, I
wonder, as my gaze once again returns to my wife and my neighbor.
Rob's hairy ass is pounding away between her raised and splayed legs.
He's making grunting noises and I can hear the slapping of his balls
against her ass with each manic thrust. Emma is usually very vocal in
bed, but if she's making any sounds, they're drowned out by the
increasing pitch of Ashley's wails. It's time to quicken the pace a bit
so I can bring her home to the big one. Even with the longer strokes,
I'm matching Rob's beat, and Ashley's orgasmic screams signal my success.
Rob makes one last guttural grunt and I can see his ass cheeks clench. I
can't quite fathom that another man is cumming inside my wife's pussy
right in front of me.
I'm not done yet though; Ash wanted stamina and I'll give it to her. By
the time I was ready to shoot my load, Ashley had three increasingly
intensive orgasms--I could tell the intensity by the decibels of her
energetic squeals and the tremendous pulsating of her tight vagina walls.
There aren't any close neighbors but I'm sure the distant ones will still
hear her screams echoing across the wooded hillside.
Some signal of my impending climax must have been transmitted for she
suddenly pulled away, spun onto her back and groaned "I want to see it" a
couple of times. With my throbbing member now in my hand instead of in
her, I shot what to me was an amazing load all over her chest and
stomach. Her volcanic and vocal orgasms must have really got me going, as
one after another explosive streams of jism shoot all over her as she
shrieks in delight.
She pulls me down on top of her, squishing my semen between us like icing
between cake layers. Emma and Rob are quiet now, but Ashley isn't.
"Oh God, Tom...that's the best fuck of my life," she nearly shouts. "No,
I mean it...no one's ever fucked me that good and deep before...Jesus, I
think I came more than once...what an amazing sensation...and all that
cum..." Her words reverberate across the deck. She then says less
loudly, "Rob never gets me off like that...he's too quick...damn, I want
to fuck you again and again..."
Though quieter, I think Rob could still hear that last one. Was she
sincere, or was that said for its effect on her husband? I believe I'll
find out sooner or later. I hear heavy footsteps going off into the
house--an angry pace...Rob?
Ashley wasn't going to release me from the lounger without a fight.
I whisper, "Ash, you're a fantastic partner too...but we've got to get
back to reality now."
I sneak a look back at the hot tub to see Emma alone, on her knees with
her glorious ass out of the water, gazing out over the hillside, some cum
still visibly dribbling from her pussy. What's she thinking right now?
I hope fulfilling a fantasy was worth it to her, considering how this
episode is sure to play out.
I finally squirm out of Ashley's grip and begin to walk toward Emma, but
she's not ready for me right now; she's out of the spa, grabbing her
bikini and heading off into the house. Naked, I follow her.
"Yeah, I guess you've got a new fuck-mate now," Emma sputters from the
edge of the bed.
"YOU'RE the one who told Ash you wanted to fuck her husband."
"No I didn't, you bastard."
"Well, you told Ashley you dreamed of doing it with a hairy man...same
thing in my book."
"And it felt good too...I never came like that before EITHER," she barks,
thrusting her chest out in a defiant pose.
Somehow, I have my doubts, but I'm not going to say it. "Look, what's
done is done...we each did it with someone younger and got it out of our
system...let's go back to you and me, okay?"
When I reach for her, she pulls away. "Who says it's done?"
I'm speechless. She hesitates a second, then continues, "Maybe I want to
fuck Rob AGAIN and AGAIN," mimicking Ashley's words. "Go sleep
downstairs on their couch, I don't think I want you near me tonight."
She turns away.
"Okay, dear...but remember...you're the one who wanted to spend the
weekend here...and YOU are the one who planted the seed for all this by
spilling your guts to Ashley about your fantasies...our sex life...and my
anatomy." I threw on a pair of sweatpants and walked out of the bedroom.
Standing on the landing at the top of the stairs I try to let the quiet
of the house ease the turmoil in my heart. We're here against my better
judgment and just as I imagined, things have gotten out of hand. As if
in confirmation, the silence of the house is broken by the loud voices of
Rob and Ashley arguing. With their bedroom door closed I can't make out
what's being said, though the volume tells me it's not about how much fun
their having.
"What a fine mess you've got us into this time, Stan," I mutter to
myself.
I don't know how long I stood there in the shadows leaning against a
wall, but my reverie is broken by the sound of someone descending the
stairs. It's Ashley, naked and beautiful in the ethereal light of the
setting sun. God, she looks like how someone would illustrate a fairy
princess--a lithe blonde wisp. Halfway down, she senses I'm there and
turns her head up to face me. The smile on her lips seems more
melancholy than mirthful. I'm inviting trouble, I know, but I follow her
downstairs.
"I guess I've got the couch tonight," I said as I settled into it.
I'm sorry, Tom...I really am." She falls into an upholstered chair near
the sofa before covering herself by clutching a throw pillow to her
chest.
"Are you guys okay, Ash? I couldn't help hearing the argument." I point
towards their upstairs bedroom.
"No...yes...Oh, I guess we'll be okay. I'm just pissed off about what
happened...pissed at me and pissed at Rob."
"Did you two...ah...plan this?"
"Shit no! But I should've known what would happen...the way he's always
talking about Emma's boobs...and the way she's always bragging about your
sex life." She shakes her head. "Fuck...I should have known. I'm so
sorry." She continues to slowly shake her head back and forth and utters
a small sob. "All the time we've lived next to you guys Rob's been
fantasizing about your wife's tits." Another sob escapes. "Last year he
went on this kick of bugging me to get a boob job 'so they'll be nice and
big like Emma's' --do you believe the shithead actually said that to me?"
I didn't know what to believe, actually. The seeds of doubt are
sprouting new shoots: was today the first time for Emma and Rob? Has my
wife been cheating on me all along?
"I'm sorry, too, Ash. I shouldn't have touched you this afternoon."
"No Tom, it's not your fault." She tosses the pillow aside, rises from
the chair and sits next to me on the sofa. "I'm the one who touched you
and basically forced you to do me." She leans in closer. "I meant what
I said out there, you know...it was the best fuck I ever had...you're the
best, Tom." Her lips move toward mine, her hand trailing down my abdomen
to my groin.
"No Ashley," I say as I gently push her away. "You're a beautiful woman,
and your breasts are just fine in my opinion, but this is wrong. You
need to go back upstairs to your husband, fuck his brains out, and begin
putting things back to normal."
With a wistful look, she heads off upstairs. Even with all that's
happened today, my eyes are still drawn to that girlish ass of hers as
she ascends the stairs. I try to settle into the sofa for the night, but
before I can even begin to think about falling asleep, I hear a door slam
and the heavy footfall of someone else coming downstairs. It's got to be
Rob.
"Hey, neighbor...looks like she kicked you out of bed," he says with a
laugh.
This was his macho posturing; I wasn't going to dignify him with a
response, especially since there's a possibility HE was just kicked out
of his bed, or at least he's still stinging from Ashley's declaration of
my prowess.
"Since you're down here, maybe I'll visit your lady for some late night
bounce," he snickers.
So much for my reserve: "Fuck off will ya, Rob."
He laughs again but doesn't say anything more as he gets something from
the fridge and heads back upstairs. Which bedroom did he enter, and do I
dare find out? I drift off to sleep. My dreams were more like
nightmares. In one I hear a rhythmic bumping sound that scares me. Am I
really awake? The bumping noise sure sounds like a headboard slamming
against a wall upstairs.
I awoke with a stiff neck and a headache. Not hearing a sound in the
house, I assume everyone's still sleeping, so I tiptoe up the stairs
toward the guest bedroom. I see Rob and Ashley's door is closed--a good
sign? When I enter our room, it's a bad sign I see: Emma is lying there
nude, only partially covered by the sheet, a smile on her sleeping lips
and what looks like dried semen on her inner thighs. I want to kill that
smug asshole Rob, but what of Emma's role in all this? Reality was my
nightmare.
I couldn't face her or anyone else right now, so I walk back downstairs.
After relieving my bladder and popping a couple of aspirins for my
headache, I brew some coffee and go outside to sit on the deck, and
decide what I'm going to do.
"You're up early."
I turn to see Ashley standing there with her own steaming mug of coffee,
wearing a tight fitting tank style t-shirt and nothing else.
"That couch isn't the most comfortable place to sleep, especially while
your wife is getting fucked by your neighbor upstairs."
"I tried to stop him, I really did." She hesitates and looks away for a
second. "Like you told me last night...I tried to do him...he didn't
want me...everything was Emma-Emma-Emma..." A tear trickles down one
cheek. "I cried...to drown out the sound of them..."
The morning sun sparkles through and highlights her naturally blonde
hair, her magnificent nipples are erect and prod the thin cotton fabric
of her shirt, and her slender body and bald pussy are things of wet
dreams. I love my wife, and my heart's been broken, but looking at
Ashley and thinking of her lustiness yesterday out on this very deck, my
cock stiffens and I think Rob's an asshole for more than one reason.
"Look, things are so fucked up right now...maybe we should pack up and go
home."
"I'm so sorry, Tom." She sits on the deck floor next to my chair. "I
don't know about Rob," she sobs. "I really think Emma will realize what
she could be losing. You're a fantastic man, Tom," she says on the heels
of another sniffling sob. "Shit, you're all I thought of all night."
When she places a hand on my leg, I feel the heat of it radiating through
my sweatpants. Or is it inner heat? I'm horny as hell, and if my wife's
going to fuck around, well so will I.
"You'll get splinters in your ass sitting down there. Why don't we fire
up the hot tub and take a morning soak, okay?"
She leaves her half-finished coffee on the deck as I help her to her
feet. After throwing the switches to the whirlpool, she pulls her t-shirt
over her head and climbs into the bubbling but still tepid water.
Smiling, she shivers a little and says, "It'll get hot in here pretty
quick." Did she mean the water--or us?
After downing the last swig of my coffee, I drop my pants and climb in
next to her. We talked for a while before our lips met, though she was
breathing so rapidly it was difficult to hold a kiss for very long. My
cock was rigid long before her hand located it below the water line.
"Oh God, Tom...I need you to love me," she pants. "Please forget about
Emma for a while...and let it happen...between us..." An irrepressible
moan escapes her, signaling her high state of arousal. "Maybe this was
meant to be...to bring us...together." Another, deeper moan follows.
I lift her from the water and carry her over to one of the lounge chairs.
We kiss again before I trail my tongue down to one hard nipple. I tease
her a bit by sucking on it for a few moments, eliciting another moan of
pleasure, before moving to her other breast. Not only are the nipples
hard and prominent, they're obviously very sensitive. I eventually draw
my tongue down her belly to her beautifully hairless pussy. My tongue
flicks and caresses her inner labia and clitoris for a long while as she
sings "Oh, yeah" over and over again. She didn't take long. Her hips
writhe to the tempo of my flitting tongue until I feel her thighs tense
and she screams her orgasm to the surrounding woods while coating my
tongue in her juices.
She shudders and throatily says, "Oh Tom, you're gooooooood." She's
still breathing shallowly as she croons, "Fuck me...fuck me long and
hard...yes...yes..." as she pulls me on top of her.
Though my cock slides effortlessly into her wetness, I still marvel at
the exhilarating tightness--it's like a teenage prom night fuck all over
again! I don't hurry things, maintaining a long, slow stroke, riding
'high' to get maximum contact on her clit and g-spot. Her moans are loud
and increasing in volume as I fuck her. She's grabbed my hips and is
trying to get me to quicken my rhythm, but I know what I'm doing and keep
it slow and steady. Her climax is even more exhilarating to see (and
hear!) than yesterday. Her clenching vagina does me in, and I cum,
making a throaty moan myself as I do. We buck and grind our pelvises
together striving to prolong our orgasms as long as we can. I'm certain
we woke up the sleepy-heads inside.
All four of us are touchy this morning; we're interacting like a nervous
high-wire troupe, each afraid to make a false move. I'm sure Emma and
Rob heard us earlier. Rob is more surly than usual, and Emma is distant
at best.
Ashley whispers to me at one point, "Look, Tom, they're going to have to
fuck at least once more to get even."
I look at her, feeling an equal mix of pain, anger, and helplessness.
"You're...we're...going to have to let them do it," she continues. "They
both need to work this...this...'attraction' out." When I don't respond
she leans closer and whispers, "Like I did." Her smile is radiant.
"Shit, this is madness."
"Tom, you know what we're going to do when they do it? We're going to
watch."
"That's not going to happen, Ash. You might get your jollies watching
your man fuck someone else, but I'm not joining in."
"It's not my 'jollies' dammit..." She sighs. "If you'll SEE what's going
on...really see...you'll know their sex hasn't been as great as they'd
like us to think."
"And how do you know?"
"I know Rob. He's not the greatest lover by a long shot." She adds,
laughing, "And 'long' ain't the word for Rob either." She gets closer,
strokes my arm and looks into my eyes. "That's why I want to make love
with you again."
When Rob and Emma are within earshot, Ashley pulls me by the arm toward
the stairwell while saying loudly, "C'mon, Tom, let's go upstairs."
As we climb the stairs, I hear Rob say the words "get it on" but can't
make out the rest. Before we reach the landing outside Rob and Ashley's
bedroom, Emma is pulling off her top and exposing her magnificent tits to
Rob.
"Let's lie down right here, okay?" Ashley whispers, motioning to the shag
rug there in the second floor hallway. "We can get cozy and still see
what they're doing down there. They can't see us up here..."
On the rug next to a cuddling Ashley, I can indeed see what's going on
downstairs. My wife and Rob got naked fast and without a hint of
foreplay, Rob has her on the sofa with legs spread and is entering her.
While Rob pounds away, grunting with each thrust, Emma looks almost--I
don't know, detached?--her usual cries of pleasure not carrying to the
second floor. Amazingly, in less than a minute, Rob makes one final
grunt and pulls out of my wife's pussy. Like a porn-star wannabe, he
grabs his cock and cums on her pubic mound, though the volume of his
ejaculate is pitiful.
I couldn't believe my ears when Emma says, "Shit...already?" I then hear
her say "what about me?" but the rest of what they both say is muffled.
"What did I tell you, huh?" Ash whispers in my ear. "She's realizing
she's gone from filet mignon to hamburger" she purrs at the same time she
reaches into my sweat pants and begins stroking my cock. "I
know...what...she's...missing," she pants, crawling away from the
landing's edge, pulling me toward the spare bedroom.
She strips me bare in a hungry frenzy, tosses her clothes aside, and
pushes me onto the bed. She straddles me. If my cock wasn't fully erect
at first, it soon is, sliding into her tight, wet hole.
In a throaty voice, she says "I'm fucking you at least this one more
time." She feverishly humps me, impaling herself mercilessly on my
spike. Her bouncing is so intense I know I won't last long this time. I
needn't worry. She came quickly, moaning "Oh God, I'm cumming...Oh God,
yes!" as she ground her pubic bone into mine. Her pulsing vagina walls
get me off, making me spurt deep into her again and again.
When we finally put our clothes back on and leave the bedroom, all is
quiet downstairs.
Rob is grilling some hamburgers, Emma is silently soaking in the hot tub
(her bikini ON this time), and Ashley is probably contemplating the mess
she's got us all into as she stares at the hillside while leaning on the
deck railing. I'm sitting in a deck chair, pondering some big questions,
not knowing in the least what to do next. Do I approach Emma and try to
reconcile this whole disaster? What exactly do I say to Rob? Can the
cold shoulder stuff go on forever? Is Ashley's tight little ass the most
fantastic in the world? It's just like I said-important questions.
It's up to me I surmise, so I approach Rob and strike up a conversation.
"Let's call it a truce, okay neighbor?" When he doesn't respond, I add
"I mean...let's pretend none of this happened and leave each other's wife
alone from now on."
At first, he glowers at me but then his grimace softens and he says,
"Things are pretty fucked up aren't they?"
"We can 'un-fuck' things by paying attention to our own wives from here
on out. Look, all of us took care of some inner desire...some
itch...this weekend...but now it should stop...or things will get even
more fucked up."
He turns his attention back to the sizzling burgers before saying, "I see
how Ash looks at you..." He hesitates, still looking at the grill and
not me. "I heard every word she said about you...and me."
"Yeah, but who's been leering at Emma ever since he met her, huh?" I let
out a soft chuckle. "It's certainly been no secret, especially since I
saw you pawing her at the party..." Before he can answer, I continue, "I
didn't like it then and I don't like it now, but I understand how you
feel. Hell, she IS hot, and I love her tremendously, but you've got a
hot wife too, and before you get pissed off all over again, think about
your wife...do you want to throw everything away?"
"Shit, no," he mutters, still not looking me in the eye. I can see he's
been hurt by his wife's actions this weekend, as I have been by mine.
"The burgers smell good, Rob. Why don't you fix one up for Ash and bring
it to her. I'll do the same with Emma, okay?"
The offered burger is first met with a cold stare, but after a couple of
seconds Emma accepts the plastic plate with a meek "thank you" as her
expression softens. I brought a couple of beers along too and we ate and
drank sitting on the rim of the spa.
"You okay, honey?" I don't wait for an answer and plow on. "I need to
apologize for what I've done this weekend. I'm really sorry for how I've
acted with Ashley."
She looks at me with that wonderful smile of hers--one I haven't seen in
a few days--and says, "I'm the one who should be apologizing, sweetheart.
You wouldn't have screwed Ashley if I hadn't thrown myself at Rob like I
did. I guess I went through some sort of midlife crisis or something...I
dunno...you know...I've always been drawn to men like him for some
reason. Shit, I...I've acted like a horny teenager...with
that...that...that Neanderthal!"
I burst out laughing at her apt description of Rob. She joined me in the
hearty belly-laugh, and that's another good sign.
"Ashley's right about one thing," she says, moving closer. "You are a
fantastic lover, my sweet husband...and I never should have forgotten
that."
We kissed as we slowly slid into the roiling water. Emma pulled my
shorts off as I undid her bikini top. When she bent over to finish
removing her bottoms, her ass was splendidly above the water line and my
cock sprung to full erection. I stopped her right there and, placing a
hand at each hip, I entered her. Even after being in the water, her
pussy was well lubricated; she was obviously horny as I slid into her
very easily. We fucked fast and furious, oblivious to being watched by
Rob and Ashley. We came in unison, Emma making small keening sounds as
our orgasmic contractions melded together. It wasn't until we were spent
and slipped back into the bubbling spa that we saw the unfolding drama.
It seems that Rob, probably in response to seeing me and Emma fucking,
make a go at his wife. Ashley must have rejected his advances, since now
they were arguing loudly. The argument was getting louder by the minute.
Rob suddenly grabbed her--and in the only way I can describe it--tried to
rape her. Ash certainly was not going to give in and her husband wasn't
going to take no for an answer. That is, until Ash kneed him in the
balls and he went down hard.
Ashley ran inside as I turned to Emma and suggested we get out of there
and go home.
"I'm worried about her, Tom. Do you think he'd hurt her?" Emma said at
about the same moment Rob looked over at us with a sad and defeated
expression on his face.
We heard a car door slam. Ashley was running off too.
It's been four months since that fateful weekend at Rob and Ashley's
camp. I look out the kitchen window and see the real estate gal placing
the "For Sale" sign on their front lawn. Ash left him and filed for
divorce. Rob has been hostile to both Emma and me since then, though
it's hardly our fault everything turned out the way it did.
That evening, after the kids were in bed, Emma surprised me by lying
naked on our sofa. Oh, God is she beautiful, I think for the umpteenth
time since the day we first met.
"Would you like a little something, big boy?" She says seductively,
eyeing my cock as I quickly pull my clothes off. She adds "and you ARE a
big boy, aren't you?"
I eased between her thighs and began nudging my cock-head against her
engorged clit. She moaned and rolled her eyes. When I slid into her,
she was so supremely wet. I paced myself, making long, slow thrusts,
keeping pressure on her clit as I did so, while playing with her taut
nipples. Her orgasm was intense: she screamed, as she's been doing more
loudly as of late. Is this because of the memory of me fucking a very
vocal Ashley? I've been wondering.
Before I could climax, she pushes me out and gets up from the sofa.
Puzzled, I stand up with her.
"I think you deserve a nice reward," she says before falling to her knees
and palming my glistening erection.
She guides my shaft between her inviting lips and begins to suck me off.
She must have sensed I was ready to cum as she let me slip from her mouth
just as rope after rope of cum shoot in and around her mouth. By the
time I finished, her head and breasts were covered in my semen.
She laughs, licking cum from her lips. "Wasn't that a nice reward for
making me feel good?"
I nod, and she adds "No more camps and neighbors, lover, I want you all
to myself."
I couldn't agree more!
Author: STEVESAINT |
