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“And they’re off . . . Holy shit.”

“Really? Let me see.”

Squinting, I borrowed the binoculars from Neil and proceeded to view the scene unfolding just across my backyard. From the safe vantage of my bedroom window on the second storey of my house I spied my neighbors, the Riveras, getting down and dirty.

My jaw dropped and I cussed right back. “Holy shit is right. Fuck! They don’t even try to hiding it.”

Beside me, my friend Neil laughed. “I know right.”

With the window curtains completely furled, in plain view for the any neighbors to witness, Tony Rivera nailed his wife Stacy Rivera without mercy. It began when Stacy started servicing her husband’s penis with a sloppy blowjob. Things quickly escalated to passionate, steamy sex once Tony had taken control and stripped away his wife’s lacy lingerie. Every moan, every ass slap, every thrust of the hip, every orgasm maximized their passionate intimacy. Each minute that passed their lovemaking intensified.

Neil and I were basically watching a live porno.

Lying on her back, Stacy arched and unleashed silent peals of ecstasy (the window was still closed) as Tony slowed his thrust and entered her more slowly and sensually. Legs spread wide, Stacy happily invited his yard long, thick member into her wetness. Husband and wife gazed at each other lovingly.

“They really are the epitome of good looks,” I said.

Both my neighbors were well into their 30s, but that did not detract from their age-defying hotness. Tony Rivera exuded an air of masculine dominance as he plowed his wife with reckless abandon. Dark hair framed his handsome face and his toned musculature dripped with sweat. Liker her husband Stacy had long dark hair and a body a goddess would envy. She was considered the neighborhood milf and every adult male on the block was jealous of Tony for having her to himself.

Legs spread wide, Stacy happily received husband’s yard long, thick member invitingly.

Neil whipped out his iphone and started filming Stacy Rivera.

“Damn it Mr. Rivera you lucky bastard. I’ve got to get a close up of those naked G-cups,” said Neil. With a big smile he pressed the record button on his phone. “Milf, milf, milf!”

Inspired by my friend, I desired to record the candid scene myself and reached for my cell phone on my dresser only to discover it missing. I patted the pockets of my shorts to no avail. I gazed forlornly out the window at the Rivera household.

“Drat,” I snapped.

Neil glanced at me curiously, then followed my gaze. “Let me guess.”

I nodded dejectedly suddenly remembering I had left my phone at the Riveras. After running out of WD-40 a few hours ago, I dropped by the Riveras intent on borrowing a new can (the Costco stocked couple was more than happy to distribute). During the visit I had struck up a conversation with Stacy and messed with my phone. At some point I set it down somewhere inside and completely forgot about it.

“I’ve got to get it back now,” I said urgently.

“Really?” Neil asked. “Can’t you wait?”

I was freaking out. “It’s crucial to my life and I don’t want anyone using it!”

Neil shrugged and continued to record. “Sure. What ever you say phone zombie.”

A few minutes later I standing on the doorstep of the Rivera residence and urgently ringing the doorbell. After two rings Tony Rivera answered the door—he was only wearing boxers and a loose, unbuttoned shirt. Beads of sweat trickled down his chest, climbing over the ridges and valleys of his sculpted physique.

Knowing full well what he and his wife were doing, I felt myself blush.

“How’s it going Tony?” I said.

“Good afternoon, Holly,” Tony greeted warmly as if being barely dressed in front of a neighbor was a typical thing.

He cut straight to the point. “You left your phone didn’t you? Stacy found it on the kitchen counter.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled lightly. “My bad. Could I have it back?”

“Sure thing. It’s in our bedroom.”

Tony held open the door invitingly and without thinking followed the tall man inside. Without even thinking further Tony led me into the very bedroom he and Stacy shared, the very bedroom the couple had been fucking just a few minutes ago. Upon entering the bedroom my senses were struck senseless from sexual fallout. A miasma of sweat and semen, a chemical mixture of lovemaking, assailed my nostrils and my eyes were scarred with the mental image of a messy bed doused with said bodily excrement.

For some reason Stacy rested on a chaise couch in the corner. Worried, I approached Stacy only to find she was breathing evenly despite being completely passed out. I also tried to ignore the fact that this busty woman was laying naked and dripping wet right in front of me.

“Is Stacy alright?” I asked.

Tony brought over my phone, which I thankfully took back. phone back.

“Don’t worry. Stacy passes out sometimes after we do it. She’ll come around eventually . . .”

“If you say so,” I said.

As I combed Stacy’s luscious dark hair from her eyes, I hardly noticed Tony eyeing me up and down with critical attention. He glanced at his comatose wife abd back at me, comparing us both. I finally glanced over at my neighborhood’s sudden physical critique.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I inquired from Tony.

“. . . Say, Holly. You’re over 18 if I recall correctly,” he resumed saying.

“I just turned twenty-three last month. Why are you even asking?”

Of course I didn’t need to ask because Tony was already gesturing to the dirty bed. I stared agape at my neighbor and what he was suggesting. Tony Rivera seriously wanted to do the deed again, and with me! Holy fucking shit! What was happening here?!?

“I can show you a good time,” Tony chided. “What do you say?”

I looked concernedly back at Stacy Rivera and suspiciously at her husband.

Tony reassured my suspicious concerns. “I swear to you that Stacy isn’t such a prude about sharing with others, especially if it’s with someone she knows and trusts. She’s a generous woman. Anyways, my wife oddly finds it hot that someone else could possibly experience the same treatment as her.”

Heart pounding, I turned back to face Tony Rivera. “Can you actually perform a round two—” I started to ask and stopped because my neighbor was already pitching a new tent with his boxers.

Walking around the bed, Tony retrieved a tight thong and mesh babydoll. He handed the flimsy bed wear to me. Of course the lacy pink lingerie belonged to none other than Stacy who just recently worn them. Both the thong and babydoll smelled just like the milf and were very, very wet with her fluids. I held the thong and babydoll aloft, studying both questioningly.

“This isn’t rocket science, Holly,” Tony motioned to the bathroom. “Put them on.”

Heart pounding all too eagerly, I needed no more convincing. I accepted Stacy’s dirty lingerie and headed immediately into the bathroom to change. I discarded my shirt and denim shorts, kicked off my shoes and socks, and traded my bra and panties for the dirty lingerie. Hiking up the thong high, I felt damp stickiness soak into my privates as Stacy’s cold wetness flowed into my own womanhood. Up top the babydoll felt loose since Stacy Rivera was five cup-sizes bigger than me (B-cup). I just managed to fill it out.

I soon returned to the bedroom where Tony waited patiently. Seeing me fully changed in his wife’s lingerie, Tony’s boxer tent shivered with delight. The per-existing shade of red on my cheeks deepened.

“You look amazing,” Tony gushed, checking me out. “Come on over.”

Looking up through my luminescent blush, I made eye contact with my neighbor and approached the bed. His hand was now on my head. Stroking my short brown hair, he pushed me down until I was eye-level with his crotch. Being this close to Tony, I could smell him and it was intoxicating. As I remained silent he suddenly spoke up, his voice deep and resonating with love.

“Open up, babe.” It was not a question, but a command.

As if in a trance, I opened my mouth wider as Tony pulled down his boxers, letting his rock hard cock spring up like a flower in Spring. He rubbed it over my lips and face, making me inhale, before putting the tip in my mouth. Instinctively, I started to suck without even thinking, and before I knew it, Tony’s cock was pushing past my lips and into my mouth. Something I had only seen another woman doing I was suddenly doing myself.

Tony didn’t hold back or begin slowly. He knew what he wanted and he was taking benefit of the moment. He grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my face. His cock didn’t even fit all the way in, however that didn’t stop him from trying. I started to gag but he just slapped my face to get me to keep going.

“I don’t like quitters,” Tony said, starting to thrust.

He pulled me forward a little so I dropped to my knees, seeing his body thrusting towards me through my watery eyes. Spit and pre-cum leaked out of my mouth and dripped on to my chest.

“That’s a good girl, take your daddy’s cock.”

In that moment I knew Tony owned me, and nothing I could do or say would stop him, not that I wanted to. He was no longer my neighbor. He was now my lover, my husband. Right now, I was his second milf wife and I had to please him no matter what.

Tony eventually pulled out of my mouth, and I wondered he was gonna cum, but he wasn’t close. Instead, he pulled me off the ground. He hungrily slapped my breasts through the babydoll, kissing, licking, and biting them. I was practically dripping wet at this point as his sweaty hands and arms were controlling my body. I was further soaking the wet thong I was wearing. Tony looked into my wide eyes and smiled, telling me to get ready for what was next.

My husband shut and locked the bedroom door and threw me on to the damp bed. He pulled my legs to him and had me lay on my back.

“Time to break you in,” Tony said.

I giggled as Tony mounted me, his lips capturing mine. The kiss began soft and tender, I wrapped my arms around the nape of his neck and dragged my fingers through his dark hair. His tongue danced across my lips, and our kiss deepened. I bit his lower lip lightly and he let out a growl, before pulling away and slowly but deliberately trailing a line of kisses and bites down the side of my neck. He slid down my body as his hands found the mesh hem of my babydoll. Softly, he pulled it over me and tossed it apart; his trail of kisses continued down to my exposed breasts. His tongue circled my nipple before he took it in his mouth, biting and sucking gently, eliciting a moan from me as I savored the sensation. His hand traveled southward, between my legs, and I gasped as he began rubbing me through my wet thong.

My head was starting to swim, overwhelmed with lust and love. I could already start to feel how wet I was getting, and his touches became more deliberate and forceful. Through half lidded eyes I saw him watch my body language as his fingers found my clit, and he began circling it, grinning at me as my hips started to move with his rhythm.

“What do you say?” Tony asked, tugging at the waistband of my thong. “Should we take these off?”

I nodded sheepishly, not trusting my words to do anything but moan for him. I lifted my hips to make removal easier, and with a deft motion he pulled the pink thong down my legs and immediately dove into my thigh with a flurry of kisses and a bite that took me by surprise. I yelped.

Continuing his ministrations, my husband dove between my legs, and I groaned into his hand as his tongue flicked across my clit. He touched me only lightly, teasing me, enjoying my frustrated bucking as I tried to press myself onto his mouth.

“Be patient, babe,” he growled.

I whimpered in defeat as he resumed his work. His lips circled my clit and he sucked as his tongue continued its tease, a wave of pleasure coursed through my body. Goosebumps rose on my skin, causing me to shiver. The nails of his hands dug into my thigh before he tenderly caressed my pussy, his fingers pressing into me. First one, then two, thrusting in and out in tandem with the movements of his lips and tongue. It was hard to keep quiet, my legs, which till now had been resting on his shoulders, started to shake and fell to the side. He continued to finger me while he licked and sucked, eventually releasing his grip on my mouth to grab my thigh and push my leg back, spreading me open for him. I’m not sure how much time passed, it felt like hours but was probably minutes, overwhelmed by the excitement and pleasure he was making me feel. Sadly it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t satisfied with just plain oral, I wanted more!

I gripped Tony’s hair and pulled his head up so I could make eye contact with him again, and then I said (timidly at first, and then repeated again louder & more demanding), “No more. I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

My husband sprung up with a grin, and I could see his neglected dick rise to the occasion.

“Sure thing,” Tony replied.

He quickly stripped off his white shirt, letting me admire his toned chest as he reached over for a condom atop a drawer beside the bed. Meanwhile I played with myself while I waited for him to put on the condom, letting him watch my fingers twirl across my clit, sliding inside me, and then I brought my fingers to my mouth so I could taste myself. Tony growled and moaned as he watched, his already hard cock getting impossibly harder. He quickly gripped my thighs and spread my legs open. Climbing in front of me, he pressed up to my body and I felt him rub the head of his cock against my wetness, enjoying the anticipation.

“Are you ready?” he asked and I replied by rubbing up against his cock.

Suddenly my husband entered me, thrusting deep inside me and making me scream.

“Call me daddy like the good girl you are,” Tony commanded.

“Fuck Daddy fuck!” Was all I managed to belch as Tony railed me, pounding me into the dirty bed as he abused my pussy. His hand left slapped my giggling tits, grabbing them as he continued to fuck me. Owning me, using me. He leaned into me, changing the angle of his deep dives.

I briefly caught my reflection in the mirror on the sliding closet and loved what I saw. My hips were grinding against his, I loved watching myself take his cock.

When Tony pulled out I wondered I was free to recover, but he simply flipped me over with a grunt onto all fours, bending me over so my ass was half in the air. Tony then manhandled me further into position, grabbing my shoulders as he entered me from behind. Causing me to scream once more, he fucked me senseless. I honestly wondered I was going to black out for a few moments as he went to work.

“Fucking slut, you like big strong men showing you what you need?”

I couldn’t agree more as he degraded me and continued fucking me, filling me up. My eyes wide, I whimpered in pleasure as his hips slowed and gently rocked back and forth against mine. My husband deliberately slowed down, drawing out time and pleasure as his cock traveled in and out. His hand pressed on my lower back, forcing me to arch for him, and then he gripped my ass and slammed his hips to mine. I let out a stuttered ‘ooh fuck’ and then my mind began to melt in ecstasy and carnal pleasure; he fucked me hard once more, each rhythmic slam of his hips to mine driving me further and further into the moistened bed. His hands reached up. One wrapped around my throat and the other gripped my hair, which he used to pull me upright as he continued fucking me.

“You feel so fucking good,” His last word came out with a growl. “Fuck you’re tight, god you’re such a perfect little slut for my cock, aren’t you babe?”

Between moans and whimpers, I managed to choke out with a very sly grin and comeback of my own. “Just shut up and fuck me harder. Make us cum.”

And with that, my husband threw me back down and with both hands gripping my ass, fucked me so hard I could barely breathe anymore. He rudely spanked me several times. The hard smacks echoed throughout the room, their impacts and pain just adding to the immense pleasure I was already drowning in. I wasn’t even aware of the sounds I was making at this point, his cock was bringing out my choir of moans and whimpers. He spanked me once again with a sharp crack that reverberated through my body like lightning

Tony suddenly tensed, his movements becoming a bit more erratic.

“I’m gonna cum,” my husband announced.

In reaction, my pussy tightened around his hard cock. I knew he was wearing a condom for safety so I made a demand.

“Please cover me with your cum” I whispered over my shoulder.

Once again I was flipped onto my back, my front side facing Tony. With several final thrusts my husband pulled out, ripped off the slick condom, and shot pump after pump of sticky semen. Ropes of cum splashed over my tits and stomach and coated my sweaty skin. At the same time I came as well, my pussy exploding with vast amounts of wetness that soaked into the already sodden bed sheets.

There was so much cum! I felt it hit my lips, so I flicked out my tongue to lick it off. With my free hands I rubbed the stickiness across body, massaging it over my hard tits and into every nook and cranny imaginable. Above me Tony loved the sight of his milf dirtying herself for his enjoyment. I was just as sticky and coated in as much cum as my fellow milf Stacy.

Speaking of my neighbor Stacy Rivera, halfway through our fucking she regained consciousness. To my shock she wasn’t mad that her husband had bedded another woman. She had actually enjoyed watching me get fucked by her husband.

Since both of us were now equally dirty, Stacy and I showered together. We cleaned the cum off each other’s bodies only for Tony to hop into the shower. A third round commenced as he fucked both of us together. By the time we finished it was late. Drying off, I quickly donned my shirt, shorts, shoes, and underwear. On the way out I thanked the Riveras for a good time and finally I made my way back home. All the while my pussy throbbed and hummed between my legs from its well earned fucking.

Back at home I was surprised to discover my friend Neil sitting on the porch. He was grinned at me, as mischievous look on his face. To clarify, he held up his iphone and played video file he had recorded. Unsurprisingly, the video file showed me on all fours getting nailed by my neighbor Tony Rivera.

“Getting your phone back was just an excuse . . . Wasn’t it, Holly?” said Neil grinning ear to ear. “Looks like we’ve got a new milf in the neighborhood.”

I returned an awkward grin of my own. “Can you blame me? Can you blame anyone? The Riveras hard to resist as you well know . . .”

My grin fell away. “So what do you plan do to with that video?”

Neil continued grinning despite my discomfort. “First I’m going to jerk off,” he answered, “next comes uploading to Pornhub!”

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