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Stuck in the Window: A Lonely Wife Finds Herself Alone With Her Sexy Black Neighbor

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by Felicity Fleming


  “Fuck, yes,” Gina groaned. That’s so fucking good.” She clung to his shoulders - bracing herself against the slap, slap, slap of the Italian’s hips as Rossi pounded her.

  “You like that? You want more of that?”

  “Give it to me,” Gina moaned, biting her lip as the big dick pistoned slickly in and out of her.

  Justin watched, entranced.

  He could tell that the angles were just right for her. With the upward motion of his hips, Robert’s big dick was rubbing a spot deep inside Gina’s pussy that felt delicious… Each inward thrust teased her and brought her closer and closer to climax.

  Likewise, Rossi’s muscular hips were grinding against Gina’s clitoris; coaxing her closer and closer to explosion.

  As she surrendered to pleasure, Gina bit her bottom lip and moaned. She started to grind her hips faster and harder, humping upwards against the big, Italian stud.

  Rossi liked it. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “That’s the shit. Work those hips…”

  Gina obeyed him: “With pleasure, baby…”

  She started thrusting her hips back at him even faster, meeting each stab of his hips with the ‘slap’ of her sweaty skin against his.

  Her back arched.

  “Oh, fuuuck.”

  Rossi sunk deeper inside of her.

  “Oh, you sexy little slut,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum inside of you. You on the pill, you little slut?”

  Gina giggled.

  “Nope.”

  “You want me to pull out? Cum all over those sweet titties of yours?”

  “Oh, fuck no,” Gina pouted. “Cum inside me. Deep inside me.”

  Rossi chuckled. “You dirty little slut.” Then he started thrusting harder, and deeper, and faster. “Alright, then. But only if you tell me you want it…”

  Gina groaned. She looked upwards, deep into the Italians eyes.

  She purred: “You better fucking believe I want it.”

  “Then tell me, you sexy slut,” Rossi grinned. “Tell me you want my cum deep inside of you…”

  “Oh, God,” Gina moaned, “Yes I do.” And then she turned her head, looking towards the barely-open door where Justin was watching them from.

  She caught his attention, and through the tiny gap in the doorway stared deep into her eyes.

  Locked in Justin’s gaze, Gina lifted her head and whispered sluttily into Rossi’s ear: “I want your load, Baby. Fill me up.” But although she was talking into Rossi’s ear, it was clear the words were meant for Justin’s enjoyment. “Cum inside me,” she begged.

  * * *

  Justin watched with arousal and dread.

  The thought of this big, handsome stud blowing his load in Justin’s sexy wife was the hottest, sexiest, dirtiest and most exquisite thing he’d ever imagined.

  But he also knew that the moment it was over, he’d be disgusted with himself. Utterly so.

  But for the moment, he just stroked his straining cock and watched.

  * * *

  “Here it comes,” Rossi warned.

  “Give it to me,” Gina begged. “Fucking cum in me.”

  And he did. Hunching his back, Rossi thrust himself as deeply inside Gina’s willing body as he could. Then, buttocks clenching, his thick cock throbbed, and swelled, and exploded inside of her.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  Hunched between her slayed thighs, the Italian’s hips stabbed forward, plunging his hardness so deep inside her that it hurt.

  Gina could feel his shaft swell, as his cum flooded inside of her. She was drenched with hot wetness. It detonated an intense orgasm. She arched her back into a ‘C’ shape, howling at the ceiling as her climax exploded.

  For a moment, they two of them hung there, joined at the groin.

  And then it was over.

  Gasping, Robert Rossi flopped off Gina, and collapsed onto his back beside her on the bed.

  “Oh, fuck,” he gasped, chest heaving. “That was amazing.”

  “Mmmm,” Gina smiled, rolling over to look at her spent lover, and smiled. She was panting too, still trying to catch her breath. “You made a mess of me.”

  And to prove it, Gina reached a hand between her thighs, and ran a finger through the rivulets of pearlescent cum dribbling out of her overflowing pussy. Her finger came away glistening.

  Like a tease, she looked into Rossi’s eyes and sucked her finger clean.

  “Mmmmm,” she licked her lips. You taste good.”

  Rossi snorted. “As your husband how it tastes when it comes home.” With that, the muscular Italian sat up in bed. “I like the idea of him getting my sloppy seconds.”

  With that, Rossi clambered off the bed. Flaccid dick swinging between his thighs, he crossed the room to retrieve his boxer shorts, and then found his pants hanging off the back of the chair.

  “Speaking of which,” Gina purred, as she lounged on the bed like a well-satisfied pussycat. “Are you going to make that call to him like you promised?”

  Rossi snorted.

  “Is that what you gave up that pretty little pussy for?” And with that, he pulled his cell-phone from his pocket. “Sure thing. I was going to sign on the dotted line anyway – but I wanted to see your hubby sweat for it first.”

  And then he pressed ‘call.’

  * * *

  It took a second for Justin to realize what was happening.

  He was standing on the other side of the doorway with his pants around his knees, with his fingers still curled around his cock, when his phone started buzzing.

  It was in his left pocket, and it buzzed and hissed angrily.

  “Oh, fuck,” grabbing the waistband of his pants, Justin pulled them up clumsily. “Shit!” He was already staggering down the corridor, trying to grab his phone out of his pants. Thank fuck he’d had it set on ‘vibrate.’

  He couldn’t believe it. Seconds after fucking Gina, Robert Rossi had the balls to call her husband to seal a business deal. If his phone had gone off, Justiny would have been caught in the act.

  Not that he was complaining, though. As Justin clumsily staggered down the stairs, he pulled his phone from his pants and hit the ‘talk’ button. He’d just made it into the garage – out of earshot – when the call went through.

  Panting, Justin answered with: “Hello, Justin speaking…”

  “Yo, Justiny,” Robert Rossi sounded as unapologetically confident as always. “I’ve been thinking about that deal you wanted settled before the end of the month.” There was a pause. “I just… hey, laid some foundations, if you will. And I’m ready to sign.”

  Laid some foundations? Is that what Gina was? Foundations?

  But Justin tried to stay cool. “T-that’s great. I’m really happy you came around.”

  “Oh, I came alright,” Rossi snorted.

  Justin blushed.

  “Listen, Justin. I’m gonna run home and grab a shower. Then I’ll meet you at your office to sign the paperwork, alright?” And then a pause. “You can buy me a steak dinner afterward.”

  Cheeky bastard. But Justin nodded: “Sounds good. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

  And then they hung up.

  Trousers open, shirt untucked, Justin stood in the garage with butterflies in his stomach and his heart pulsing. He went and listened at the door as Robert Rossi came swaggering down the stairs. A moment later the front door swung open, and the businessman climbed into the driver’s seat of his Chrysler and roared off down the driveway.

  Through the slits in the garage door, Justin watched him go.

  His car had barely driven out of sight when Justin’s phone buzzed one more time. He glanced down at it – and saw that he had a text message.

  JEAN

  Come upstairs

  Heart pounding, Justin opened the garage door and climbed the stairs towards the master bedroom.

  * * *

  Gina was waiting right where Justin had last seen her – lying in nothing but her bra, on the crumpled bed where she’d just fuc
ked Robert Rossi.

  “So, baby,” his gorgeous wife called, as Justin stood breathlessly in the doorway. “Did you get the call? Is he going to sign the deal?”

  Justin didn’t know what to say.

  “Aww, what’s wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?”

  Eventually, he managed to find the words.

  “W-what happened?” He looked at Gina’s beautiful, flushed body. Her thighs were flopped open, and Rossi’s cum was still dribbling from her pussy. “How could you?”

  Gina smiled seductively.

  “You said you’d let me sleep with him if it got the contract signed,” she purred. “So I made the call…”

  “I said I’d consider it,” Justin snapped. “And I was joking!”

  “Mmmm,” Gina writhed in the bed. “Well, it looks like the joke’s on you.” Looking him dead in the eye, the freshly-fucked wife asked: “So what now? Are you going to leave me?”

  Justin stood there, swaying from side to side.

  His wife had just cheated on him. Blatantly. Shamelessly. She’d just fucked another man in their marriage bed, right in front of his eyes.

  By all accounts he should leave her. She was a cheating slut. A whore. A…

  But Justin’s cock was still rock hard at the memory of watching that big, powerful man fuck his wife.

  Unbuttoning his shirt, Justin breathed: “I’m not going to leave you.”

  “I didn’t think so,” Gina purred. “Now get over here.”

  So reluctantly, and a little nervously, Justin walked towards the bed, shedding his clothes as he did so. By the time he crawled onto the big, king-sized mattress, he was naked.

  got to work.

  Gina could probably count the number of times Justin had gone down on her during their two years of marriage on one hand – and even when he had, he hadn’t been very enthusiastic about it.

  But today, she was taking charge.

  Taking a big fistful of her husband’s hair, she guided his head between her thighs and groaned as she felt his lips finally contact hers.

  At first he was just making tepid licks; like a kitten at a bowl of milk. “Lick harder,” she had to order. “Go a little higher.” She groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck yes. That’s my clit.”

  And with a little bit of guidance, Gina discovered something she’d never known about her husband in all the years that they’d been married – he was pretty damn good at eating pussy.

  She had to give him directions, certainly – “Oh yes, don’t stop! A little higher. Yes, there!” – but once he got into the groove, it turned out he had a long, satisfying tongue and seemed to have an instinctual understanding of how best to use it.

  “Oh, God, yes,” Gina groaned, as she felt her husband teasing her towards orgasm. “Don’t stop!”

  And between her legs, Justin had no intention of stopping.

  Once he’d overcome his initial revulsion at delving his mouth into a pussy full of his own cum, he began to enjoy the experience. It was hot to taste Gina’s delicious, tangy pussy juices mixed with the curious, oyster-like scent of his own sperm. He felt himself grow half-hard as he got to work.

  And Gina’s groans and sighs of pleasure spurred him on. Justin was only too aware of his deficiencies as a lover; and the fact that he was able to make his wife utter these sexy noises was like suddenly discovering how to ride a bicycle; flicking a switch in his head that unlocked a deep and instinctual understand of how female pleasure worked.

  Justin licked, and sucked, and slurped and teased and kept on the relentless pleasure until finally, he knew Gina couldn’t stand it any longer. He winced as she grabbed a fistful of his hair, but Justin kept licking – focusing on Gina’s clit until she literally screamed and bucked her hips against him.

  “I’m cumming,” Gina cried, and her pussy gushed as she ground it against her husband’s face.

  Between her thighs, Justin kept licking; swallowing the gush of moisture even as a realized that the deluge probably included a pussy-full of his own cum. He eagerly swallowed it down, though, as he pleasured her.

  Eventually, panting and groaning and gasping, an exhausted Gina pushed her husband away.

  “It’s too much,” she gasped. “It was too good.”

  Pulling his head from under her skirt, Justin emerged with his chin and lips glistening. He looked incredibly proud of himself.

  And from the orgasm she’d just enjoyed, Gina thought he deserved to.

  She stroked his cheek lovingly – unaware that they’d just awoken a new and exciting chapter in their love lives.

  The End

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  Roasted by an Old Flame

  Lonely wife Maria is about to discover that old flames burn the hottest!

  "Wouldn’t you be jealous if I did something with my ex-boyfriend?” she asked. “That depends,” her husband placed a hand on her thigh. “Are you PLANNING on doing something with him?”

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  EXCERPT:

  Maria was instantly hit with a pang of anxiety. She turned nervously to Kristoph – wondering if her ex-boyfriend would be enraged by her kissing his friend. After all, they were the ones with the history.

  But instead, Kristoph was watching with a wide-eyed smile – the same sort of hungry, perverted smile that Ron sometimes gave her, when she discussed fantasies like this.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” her ex-boyfriend murmured – and then he kissed her again.

  Maria’s eyes widened as she felt herself crushed against the bar – being kissed hungrily by her ex-boyfriend. His hands slid around her waist, and his tongue slithered into her mouth deliciously.

  And then her lips were alone again, and Kristoph was backing away, glancing over at Josh.

  Josh grabbed Maria’s chin gently, and turned to head to face him. Then he was kissing her.

  Maria swooned. She suddenly found herself being caressed and kissed by not one, but two handsome, sexy men.

  One of Josh’s hands squeezed her breasts through her sun dress. The other squeezed her ass.

  Meanwhile, Kristoph cupped her hips, and pulled her sharply against him; until she could feel a hard, hot bulge beneath the material of his pants, pressed hard against her thigh.

  “Fuuuck,” Josh breathed hotly, licking his lips as he pulled his mouth away from hers. “Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy, Maria.”

  “Yeah,” Kristoph nodded. “Shit, I just want to drag you out into the parking lot and fuck you right then and there.”

  Maria looked up at him, and suddenly her pussy gushed at the thought.

  “W-well,” she stammered, breathless. “Why don’t you?”

  You’ve never seen two men close down a bar tab so quickly.

  Josh whipped out his credit card and paid for the drinks. Kristoph grabbed Maria’s hand and practically dragged her to the door.

  A moment later, they were out in the cool evening breeze, and Kristoph was leading Maria over to her station wagon.

  He threw her roughly against the side of the wood panels and pinned her there, kissing her aggressively. Maria swooned as his hungry kisses, and her nipples hardened as she felt his big, strong hands squeeze her breasts through her dress.

  “Let me in on that,” Josh demanded, as he swept up behind them. A moment later he was the one kissing Maria, while Kristoph nuzzled her throat and kissed her shoulders.

  “Oh, God,” Maria groaned. She was practically melting – her senses overwhelmed by the sensation of two men devouring her in the parking lot.

  It was Josh who pulled down the strap of her sun dress and released one of her heavy breasts, squeezing it gently.

  Kristoph, meanwhile, slid his hand under the hem of her dress and his fingertips traced a path up Maria’s inner thigh.

  She moaned into his mouth as she suddenly encountered her bare, quivering pussy.

  “Mmmmph!”

  “Fuuuck,” Kirstoph pulled his mouth away, and stared into Maria’s eyes as his fingers parted the
lips of her pussy. “You’re dripping wet.”

  And then Maria groaned as she felt his fingers slide inside her, right there in the parking lot.

  “Uuuunnfff…”

  “Come on,” Josh murmured, as he watched Maria writhe on Kristoph’s fingers. “Let’s go somewhere a little more discreet.” He glanced around nervously. The Checkered Flag was located around the back from the mall, and it wasn’t rare for cop cars to turn up unannounced to check for drug deals or other misbehaver in the parking lot.

  The last thing any of them needed was an indecent exposure charge.

  Reluctantly, Kristoph pulled his fingers from Maria’s pussy, and her dress fell down to cover her. He lifted his hand up. His fingers were glistening with her wetness.

  “Get in the car,” he demanded.

  Grinning, Maria scurried over the the passenger door, which Josh held open for her. Kristoph walked around to the driver’s side and clambered behind the wheel. A moment later, the powerful V8 roared into life; the exhaust burbling “dugga dugga dugga dugga”.

  Yanking the lever into drive, Kristoph rolled the car out onto the road.

  Soon they were cruising down the highway, and Maria was clambering onto her hands and knees in the front seat.

  “W-what are you doing?” Kristoph demanded, as she reached for his belt. The answer to his question was obvious, as the beautiful housewife started unbuckling his pants.

  Her position meant that Maria’s round bottom was sticking up into the air, right into Josh’s face, as he sat in the right-most seat. Grinning, Josh slid his hand under the hem of her sundress, and his fingers met the soft, bare flesh of her thighs.

  “Unnnngh,” Maria bit her lip, as Josh’s fingertips slid higher under her dress.

  She tried to ignore his exploring fingers, as she wrenched open Kristoph’s pants and reached inside. Her eyes widened as her fingers wrapped around thick, hard, smooth flesh.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Kristoph groaned, as his ex-girlfriend wrangled his hard-on out from his pants.

  “You remember that time you drove me to the airport, and I gave you road-head?” Maria purred.

 

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