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And here we have part 4. So happy everyone is enjoying this story. If you haven’t read the first few chapters, you probably should. The [Link to them all is here]( Alright enjoy!

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Marc heard the door shut as he made it to the top of his staircase and headed down the hall into his bedroom. From the window Carrie was walking through the grass, past the swingset towards her back door. With a enormous smile he watched as her backside jiggled with every single step below her long hair, perky chest wobbling slightly as she hopped up the three steps braless to her deck, finally disappearing into the house.

Looking around at his bags, he began to dread the wondered of having to head out again the next morning for work. With the house to himself, he decided to strip down only to boxers and began to do a few loads of laundry from the cabin. While waiting for the clothes to finish, Marc sat back on the bed and began to scroll through his phone. The stupidity of social media was at all times good for a few laughs. There was no actual intellectual gain from scrolling up repeatedly on the stupid TikToks, they only time wasted. Without realizing it, about forty-five minutes had passed, until the notification bubble appeared at the top of the screen, interrupting another fat woman from falling down an icy set of stairs. It was a message from Carrie that read, “Hey, did you find the present I left for you?”

Marc looked around the room, the type of motion a person will make, not particularly looking for anything, but a measure of thinking to oneself. He grew more curious about her text and replied back, “What present?”

“Well, I guess you haven’t gone back downstairs yet.”

Marc stood up from the bed and started walking down the hall towards the stairs, continuing the conversation, “I’m going now.” He cut through the living room, entering the kitchen where he had Carrie spread wide and bent over the counter where he eats breakfast most days. He saw the surprise she had left him, immediately knowing what they were. He grabbed them, laughing at their balled up size in his hand and then made his way back upstairs. He looked at the tiny fabric in his hands, unfolding them to get a better perspective at how tiny they truly were. In doing so, he noticed they were pretty damp and while he could still make out her scent on his hands and face, it was impossible to not be a bit greedy and inhale her sweet aromas again.

In all the years she lived next door and when they hung out, Marc never noticed a single bad odor or smell coming from Carrie. Whether it was after she was doing yard work in the blistering heat, bumping into her after she was dripping in sweat after going for a run around the neighborhood, or after suntanning on a humid day, there was nothing, ever. He never even noticed an inkling of bad breath. Not that he had gotten many opportunities prior to these most recent times, she at all times smelled great. It was no coincidence she smelled great everywhere as well, and in Marc’s comment, tasted amazing as well. He took another smell, feeling the dampness on his face before replying back, “Found em, these things are deadly and soaked!”

On her end, the message made her smile, “Well, I had to wipe the mess you had me make before you kicked me out.”

“I didn’t kick you out, but, it was time for you to go.”

“Time for me to go? But, you didn’t get a reward for a job well done, but I guess you have something hot, pink, and wet in its place,” she followed that up with a devil emoji.

Without even realizing it, Marc had been tugging himself during this chat. The onslaught of innuendos bouncing in his brain about something hot, pink, and wet was pretty funny. He decided to simply skip those and ask, “Are you alone now?”

“Well, he’s on the other sofa across from me, why?” she asked.

“Won’t see your phone?”

Now it was Carrie that was curious, “No, I’ll make sure.”

Without another word, Marc sent over a picture. When she opened it on her end, it was as if everything they had done over the past week came rushing back to her ten fold. Marc had taken her panties and hung them over the tip of his dick. There it was, the thing that was in her mouth and hands during the drive home was now plastered in 2D on her phone. Her mouth was watering as another message came through, this time a quick video of Marc simply flexing his muscles, bouncing it up and down for her eyes, her thong clutched to him like her hand should be.

“Mmmm, that should really be in my mouth right now, or somewhere else,” she sent.

Marc clearly would have enjoyed that but was gonna make things interesting and started typing back to her, “Speaking of mouths, mine hasn’t met yours yet. And that needs to change, like right now.” He continued on, “I am going to be on the other side of the garage door in about a minute, you have five to be standing in front of me. The clock is ticking.”

“What!?!?!?! What do you mean” she sent it over. There was no response. Carrie followed it up with, “Marc?” Again there was no reply. She tried again. It wasn’t until the imaginary five minute clock was about halfway through its countdown that she received another photo. This time it was only the white door she knew was the entry door from the garage to his kitchen. She responded quickly, “Wait, are you serious? Marc?” Her body began to tingle with excitement at another lack of response.

Marc unlocked the outside door to the garage before sending over a short video clip of a cartoon alarm clock going off indicating she was running out of time. Carrie had not yet brought her bags up to her room and shot up off the couch, pretending to look in her bag before telling her husband, “Hey, uh, I think I left my charger in Marc’s car, be right back.”

If her husband hadn’t been staring mindlessly into his own cell phone, he might have noticed how she flew out the door with the urgency of an ambulance driver. She retraced her steps back to the garage, opened the door, and stepped inside. Marc wasn’t there and it was silent. Carrie then went to the door that entered the house, turned the knob, and stepped inside. She found him standing there fully naked with only her underwear still straddling his fully erect dick.

She didn’t make eye contact with him at first, feeling the saliva beginning to pool in her mouth as she was fully prepared to repeat what she had done to him while driving home. With a beaming smile, “You’re really bad, I had to tell him I thought I left my charger in your…”

Marc reached down to grab her by the waist, the thong falling to the floor. In a single motion, like it had been rehearsed a hundred times for a movie, he pulled her body towards him as they both cocked their heads slightly before their two mouths joined, both sets of lips separated to the perfect width as if they had done this countless times before. The first few seconds were soft and tender, feeling the initial pulses shooting from their lips down to their toes. Being much taller than her, Carrie didn’t quite know where to put her hands on him, so she reached down to grab him and was pushed away.

He cupped the bottom of her ass and picked her easily up like a doll, sending a familiar bare girthiness against her shorts in the best of places. Their lips now collided hard as Marc pulled her hips firmly against him, her arms finding a new home around his thick neck, fingers in the back of his head. Their greedy tongues began to slip in and out of each other’s mouths as Carrie closed her eyes to the sound of his manly grunts. She began to grind herself up and down on him, wrapping her legs around his waist for leverage, pushing her lips as tightly as she could on him. The fireworks in their bodies were getting to both of them. Marc, fully able to hold her up with one arm, ran his hand up the back of her body until getting some of her hair and tugging down hard, forcibly separating their kiss. The quick jolt and the strength of the man holding her entire body up made the intensity increase.

He dove his mouth into her neck as she continued to rock hard against him, tugging at his hair. Marc sucked the supple skin of her slender neck, not wanting to leave a mark and ended it with a lick up and over her chin before gaining reentry to her mouth. For a few more minutes they poked around in each other’s mouths, bit lips, sucked each other’s tongues, and got fully aroused. Carrie loved the contrast of her soft face against the slight stubble on his cheeks. Marc letting go of her backside, she slid down his body, her wet mouth ready to swallow him below, she needed to taste him again. When he felt her start to move down and get on her knees, he backed away, “It doesn’t take this long to find a charger.”

Carrie grunted like a disappointed child, “Fuck, you’re killing me.” She looked adorable, squatting down on his floor, ready to please him in the most erotic way. Marc took his hand and rubbed it down the side of her face, wiping away some of the obvious wetness from their mouths, “In due time gorgeous, in due time.”

It was as if those words could have melted a steel beam inside her body. A feeling of a thousand butterflies rocked inside her and she couldn’t do anything but smile. Marc leaned in and gave her another kiss, this time on the cheek. She disappointingly stood up, opened the door for a final time and headed home for the night, looking back one last time at his naked flesh.

Marc walked back upstairs to take a shower, the hot water hitting his face caused the familiar scent of Carrie permeating to his nostrils from the steam. He finished up the shower, threw on some clothes for sleeping, and made a quick bite to eat before settling in on the couch with the television. He was procrastinating the awful task of packing for now, being one of the tedious things he hated the most when having to travel.

It was getting late and Marc reluctantly turned off the television and headed upstairs for the night. For the most part he was able to reuse most of the items in his bag from the weekend trip to the cabin, only needing to refresh a few items for the week. Finally, looking over at the clock it was about 11pm and he pulled down the covers to his bed and slid in. As he closed his eyes for the night, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

At her house, Carrie was alone watching television, unable to sleep. She decided to see if Marc was still up to chat, “Still up? Whatcha doing?”

It caused a little bit of a smile from Marc and while he was getting tired he shot back, “Just got into bed.”

“Show me,” she asked and followed it up with the tongue out emoji.

Marc held the phone at arms length and took a shot from his face down his hairy chest. When she got the picture all Carrie wanted to do was fly through the phone and land on him. After the passionate kiss earlier, he was the only thing on her mind, “Oh come on, you can do better than that.”

Taking the initiative, he pushed off his shorts and flipped over the covers. Now laying on his back naked in bed, he gave her another angle from his chest all the way down to his legs, giving Carrie the full view she was looking for.

Shortly after, Marc received an equally delicious picture. Carrie was laying on her couch, shorts pulled down to her ankles, her knees were bent up and she was spread out for him. What was curious about this photo was that from the angle she took the shot, he could see out her living room right up to the window of his bedroom. The shade on his end was shut, but he never realized the view she had from the couch.

“Wow, so you can see right into my room huh,” he asked, thinking that it had to be efficient because he could see right into her home from that angle.

Carrie had been extremely horny all day, wanting so much more of him that she got. She ran her fingers down between her legs and began to rub, immediately feeling the warmth sticking to her hand. She took another shot, this time two small clear strings connected her fingers to her pussy, indicating to him she was soaked, “I can see up there, but not from a great angle. If I could see more, I would be wetter.”
Marc saw the next photo and sent another message quickly, “Keep rubbing it, don’t stop, you’ll get more if you’re good.”

She maneuvered her hands down, touching just as he wanted, “OK, anything for you, but at this point I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

“Anything?” he asked.

“Anything! You can do anything you’d like to me. Anytime you want, especially now,” she revealed.

“OK then, go to your window, leave the shorts behind.”

Carrie got up off the couch, stepping on her shorts to get them off before walking to the window. As she approached she saw a dim light go on in Marc’s room and the shade pulled up. She could see him there now as she removed her shirt, put a foot on the sill and resumed rubbing.

He looked across the yard into her window sending another message, “Mmm, look at you down there, that’s it, keep rubbing.”

Marc saw her reach for her phone and waited for the next message, “You make me so fucking horny, I want you here, or at least if I had a toy nearby.”

“Well, where are they?” he asked.

She was rubbing at a good pace now, it took a few seconds for her to get pulled back to her phone. With damp fingers sticking to the screen she replied back, “Upstairs, but he’s up there sleeping.”

He thought what she actually had in her room for toys but then decided it didn’t matter, “Well time to improvise I guess. Grab a spatula or something with a handle, oh and get a few bag clips, you have those right?”

Carrie knew exactly what he was planning. She turned away from the window and walked her naked body towards the kitchen, giving Marc a quick view of her backside. Opening the drawer she grabbed two white clips used for chips, turned around to pull a pasta ladle out of a tall metal container on the counter and rushed back to the window.

Once he saw his beauty come back to the window with the items he sent over instructions, “OK clip those nipples for me.”

Her nipples were already stiff so putting the clips on would be easy. One by one she fastened the hard plastic around her pointed chest. They hurt a lot more than expected but soon faded away as the next line came over, “So good, now bounce up and down a few times and then bend over your couch and slide the handle in.”

“Fuck,” she wondered to herself and began to bounce her torso up and down. This caused the small weight of the clips to pull down, sending a stinging feeling all the way down her legs that remained until she remembered the next item on the list. Carrie bent over the arm of her couch, spreading her legs wide, and licked the rubbery handle of the ladle. She reached back and pushed it inside. This was insane, she had never even remotely done something like this. Sure she used toys and had sent dirty messages to people before, but being on display like this was turning her on. The wondered of her being totally naked, bent over the furniture at the waist while he was watching from above was so erotic. She reached back and began to push the ladle in and out. The middle of the handle had ridges to hold when it was being used as intended, but they were now like miniature fingers tickling her insides.

“Hey!” he sent over another message, “I didn’t say you could do that yet. Grind your clit on the arm, don’t let that ladle fall out, squeeze it like you would this.” Marc now sent a short video clip of him stroking his cock, changing the view right at the end through their windows. She could see herself bent over, the black handle shoved inside her just hanging out. She began to roll her clit on the stiff raised seam of the leather couch. It felt incredible, her body creating its own lubrication to slide back and forth.

Carrie reached forward now, grabbing her phone and started taking her own short video, trying to capture her body grinding and the clips dangling on her nipples. The video took some time to come through. Marc opened it, seeing her nipples pinched hard, turning red between the clips, her ragged breathing, and the subtle quiet moans she was holding back. The way her hips looked as they moved only made him want to see that action performed on top of his body.

“Oh you look so sexy Carrie,” he complimented, “why don’t you show me how you like to get taken from behind.”

Down below, Marc saw her grab the kitchen utensil and slowly pull it out and slowly push it in to get it wet. She followed it up with hard, single jabs, leaving it buried inside her for a second or two before repeating over and over.

Another message came to her, “Mmmm, you like it hard don’t you. You’re so naughty. Don’t stop grinding, now fuck me faster!”

Carrie took this opportunity to grab and use the ladle harder now, her body and mind completely absorbed in the moment. All the risk involved, all the things he was making her do, she was getting totally lost in the moment and didn’t care one bit. The arm of the couch was completely shiny as she moved her wrist back and forth quickly sending the ribbed plastic handle in and out.

“Do you want to cum for me,” he asked.

She couldn’t type at this point and took her hand off the rubbery handle to send a quick video back to him. Marc opened the video and watched her eyes staring into the camera, begging, “Yes, I’m ready, please tell me to cum, please tell me to cum. I’m literally shaking here, please, please, please.”

He sent what would be his last video or message for the night. Marc turned on the recorder and pointed it towards her, only speaking as he captured his point of view, “You do not get to cum until I tell you, understand?” he pointed the camera down at his own hardness then back at her and resumed, “Now stop, wash the ladle, take the clips off and go to bed.” He sent the video and could see from his window she opened it.

Carrie watched the screen in shock, her body so close to its magical release, every muscle in her body was tense and tight. She turned around to look up at Marc’s window. The light was off now and the shade had been pulled down. Bent over the couch, leaking all over, she was able to type now, “Marc? What, why?” and sent it over. She stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, but the words “read” never appeared on her end. Carrie was frazzled, hornier than she could ever remember, and simply stood up to get a better look out the window. She had never been told to stop before, never that close anyway, only when a risk of getting caught or someone walking in on her caused a delay. It made her want it, and him, even more. She pulled the ladle out of her pussy, tossed it in the dishwasher, and removed the clips before getting redressed and headed to bed.

She finally got into bed around midnight after calming down a bit and pulled the covers up. Carrie couldn’t think about anything else but sex, doing her best to not quietly touch herself like the many nights she had done before. Every wondered, every idea just ended up in the gutter. Her pussy constantly pulsed, her panties were damp, and just moving around in the sheets got her more and more aroused. She was hyper aware of her nipples, desired for a mouth to suck even harder than the clips. Even her neck seemed to be over stimulated as she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, the whole time thinking that he told her not to cum. Amazingly she listened and finally drifted off to sleep.

Carrie awoke around 5am to the sound of her husband getting ready to leave for work. While he was in the bathroom, she took her phone off the nightstand, looking for a message from Marc. Still nothing. She tossed the phone back on the table in frustration and pretended to be asleep. After hearing him walk down the stairs, Carrie heard the garage door open and close under her bedroom, and then the car finally driving away. The five hours or so of sleep did not put out the raging fire in her loins one bit.

Across at Marc’s house he was fast asleep and dreaming, his alarm clock would be going off in an hour, but many times his eyes opened before the buzzing began. Gonna bed after last night was difficult for him as well. With all the excitement from the previous day, he was vividly dreaming about a mouth bobbing up and down on him. Now most dreams, when waking up, most people’s memory is a bit vague and fuzzy, but this one was as clear as day. He was dreaming of Carrie bent over the bed, her hair flowing over his stomach, her wet mouth sucking away on him. The thing about this dream was that once he felt the actual warmth of Carrie’s mouth sucking him, he realized that she was actually in his room and it was not his imagination.

About thirty minutes prior, when she heard the garage door close, she had a very devious idea. Carrie sprung out of her bed and took a quick shower. She didn’t neglect any of the ordinary morning routine tasks that occurred every other day. She brushed her teeth, put lotion on her body, and switched the color of both her finger and toenails to bright red. One truly significant difference was what she decided to wear in lieu of her ordinary shorts and shirt. Digging around in the back of her closet she dug out a lingerie outfit she had not worn in years, almost forgetting about it completely until this new passionate affair.

Carrie tossed it all on the bed, closing the door to her closet and started putting it on her freshly cleaned and shaven body. Standing in front of the full length mirror she looked at the red masterpiece that was sure to get Marc excited. It was a single piece unlined teddy with lace detail from top to bottom. It was edged in a scallop trim and halter neckline that plunged down to her waist, accentuating her small breasts perfectly and gave a nice open peek at her belly button. The back was completely open from shoulders to hips, only covering half of her ass cheeks, and the biggest surprise was the tiny slit at the bottom making this fire engine red outfit totally crotchless. She opted out of the matching thigh highs, wrapped up in an unseasonable winter coat, slipped on a pair of strappy black heels, and headed towards the door after taking one final look in the mirror.

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as Carrie hoped no early risers saw her struggling with heels in the dew filled grass. She darted towards the door, used the key they had given her, and slid inside. She took off the heels to not make a noise on the hardwood floors or the stairs as she tiptoed up to the second floor. There wasn’t a single sound coming from anywhere in the home, the lights were still all out as she approached the door to Marc’s room. It was not latched shut as she gently pushed it open, stepping into his room, dropping the coat, and slipping back on the heels.

She made the slightest clacking sound of her heels on the floor as she slowly approached the side of his bed. There she could see the covers pulled halfway down his chest, she could have just jumped on him there, but proceeded to slowly peel the rest of the blankets off him. Glad to see there were no shorts, she assumed that he fell right into bed after his teasing of her last night. Everything was there in full splendor for her and she was ready to devour him. His soft cock rested against his thigh as she leaned over, putting her face an inch from it, he looked incredible.

Carrie only used her mouth, beginning to give his head a soft kiss. It didn’t move so she knew that he was out cold. Barely touching him with her tongue, she licked slowly up his full length before opening her mouth to wrap her lips around the side of his shaft. She was intoxicated by the way he smelled, just enough of a manly musk that made her want to swallow him whole. Opening her mouth wide, she took him in from the side, delicately closing her mouth around the head, flicking her tongue, and moving her lips inward. He had never been fully soft like this with her, having at all times felt something that was growing or fully hard. She was getting aroused feeling his sleeping dick grow against her lips as the time passed by.

She let him go from her mouth, dragging just the tip of her nose down to his balls. She wasn’t ready to wake him just yet, and took time to poke the stiff muscle in her mouth into his sack, running circles as far down as she could. Working back up, Carrie let every drop of spit leave her mouth to cover him as she licked up his entire length with the width of her tongue. He was growing fast now, but she couldn’t withstand stopping for just a moment to rub it all over her face, the contrast of his heat against her cool face was like hovering a hand over a campfire.

It was time to wake him now, but still only using her mouth, she separated her lips wide and slid him in. Carrie went all the way down until her nose almost reached his stomach and began to grind the bumps in her tongue up and down. There was one moan that was barely audible that came from Marc, indicating whatever dream he was having was about to wake him up. She sucked in her cheeks causing the pressure to create up as the bobbing began.

There was rapid pulsing bouncing around in her mouth, “No, no, he can’t cum yet,” she wondered. Carrie let go of her oral grip on his cock, but it still pointed up to the ceiling staying erect, it called for her to just squat over and sit right down, imagining how that first pop of his head sliding into her would feel. She ran her soft hands up his chest through the hair, moving her head around in his thighs, the softness of her hair was gonna be the final wake up call. She looked up to see his green eyes finally straining to open. At that moment she took her right hand to grasp his balls firmly, her other hand grabbed his dick to pull down tight, and then her mouth swallowed every last bit of what was left.

Marc was now fully awake, speechless to the sensations of her pulling and squeezing at his balls, the hard twisting of his rod, and the sounds of her wet mouth doing what it did best. He didn’t know how long she had been there, he really didn’t care either because he was seconds away from cumming, and wasn’t totally sure if this was real yet. A few seconds later she knew he was gonna blow, he didn’t say anything, but she could feel the change in his balls and instead of letting him shoot down her throat, she had to taste it all. Carrie closed her throat letting the first hard splash hit the roof of her mouth, the second was followed up in the same spot with slightly less intensity. He rapidly pulsed as she bobbed her head fast up and down, caressing him with her tongue through every contraction, “Mmmm, mmmmm,” she shockingly moaned at the volume he was dumping in her mouth.

After he had slowed down, Carrie ran her lips tightly up on him, not letting anything sneak out. Once over the head, she paused for a second to take a few breaths through her nose before letting the warm seed travel over her taste buds and into her stomach. Fuck she loved how he tasted and could have kept going. Looking up at Marc, one arm behind his head, presumably to prop it up for the show, she said, “Good morning,” smiling through her wet face and lips, going back to resume a few more moments of aftercare on him. Carrie finally finished, standing up next to him, she watched as his eyes devoured her in the outfit.

“Well good morning gorgeous,” Marc said grinning ear to ear, “took you long enough.”

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Part 5 soon!

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