by Cleo Danbury
Haley was still in the same face down position when Tom arrived. She let out a weak, "Uhhgg" in response to his call from the door. Her pussy, dripping with cum, welcomed him.
"Busy day?" Tom asked, hanging from the bedroom doorway.
Haley raised her arm, giving a thumbs up. "I met the neighbor," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Oh," he replied. "That sounds like a story."
"Climb on in and I'll tell you all about it."
Tom unbuckled his belt and let his slacks fall to the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head and climbed onto the bed, mounting her and sliding his cock into her slick opening in one fluid motion.
"Our nosy neighbor is not a fat fuck after all," she said as he lay down on top of her.
"No?"
She shook her head, still buried in the pillow. God, she was exhausted. "He's a fucking beast. I sucked his dick while Andy fucked me. I feel like such a dirty whore. I don't even know his name."
Haley was too far gone to cum again, but feeling Tom's excitement was pleasure enough.
"So they fucked you together? That must have felt amazing."
She nodded. "The dirtiest thing I've ever done. I came four times." She felt him quicken. "I couldn't wait to tell you about it. I wanted you to know what your slutty little wife was up to while you were at work." He began to pant, pushing harder now. "I wanted to tell you how they fucked me, while you had your way with me. You're my favorite part of the day."
Haley sighed with pleasure when he stopped and she felt his cock pulsing inside of her. By far, the best part of her day.
Chapter Twenty Four
Later that night, in the middle of dinner, Haley's phone chirped.
I wanted to say thank you. And I'm sorry.
Haley stared at the phone, knowing he was watching. Finally she typed.
No, thank you. And it's okay.
I heard everything. I had no idea. Well played.
Can I ask why you tried to blackmail me?
My wife left last year. For another man. I wasn't really angry at you, I was angry at her.
Haley looked up, towards the window.
I'm sorry to hear that. Would you be interested in joining us for dinner sometime?
A long pause. She wondered if he would even respond.
Are you sure Tom would be okay with that?
"Hey, Tom. Are you okay with having our neighbor over for dinner some time?"
Tom looked up from his plate and waves a salute towards the window. She looked up and shrugged.
I do have one request, she typed.
What's that?
Open your curtains.
