Opening the door after hearing the bell ring at almost ten o’clock, Brett is greeted by Whitney, his busty blonde MILF neighbor.

“Was wondering when you were going to show up.”

“Yeah, my boring-ass work dinner ran late. None of the office eye candy there, either.” They slide their arms around each other while he kicks the door shut. “Had to make my escape before it was all wrapped up.”

“You’re the eye candy, Whit.” Their tongues taste each other moments after their lips start sucking. “I’ll bet they didn’t mind watching your sweet ass go, though.” Brett spins her halfway around, running his hands over her hips and crouching to grab her voluptuous cheeks through her tight stylish jeans. “Bet those fuckers are all wanking their cocks right now.” Standing, he glides a hand around to cup a tit and attaches his mouth to her neck while he grinds his stiffening bulge against her ass. “Probably can’t wait, pulled into dark parking lots on the way home.”

“Speaking of ‘on the way home’, Bryan texted. The game is almost over. Kids wanted to stay till the end,” she reported, referencing her husband’s outing with her kids to the minor league baseball game. “So, we don’t have long.”

“With your busy life, you never have much time for extramarital cock.” And this time is starting out as usual. They roll each other against the wall in the entryway as their open mouths come together. His t-shirt comes off just inside the front door. So does her blouse. As the buttons and zips of their jeans come undone, they know it’s on, right there in the living room.

“Not going to take me to your marital bed?” she teases, peeling her bra straps down and undoing the clasp.

“No time. I gotta get me some of … “ he shoves his hand down into her jeans, making her squeal. “this! Besides, you said you don’t have long.”

“Yeah, there is that!”

As their jeans come down, her pussy gets wetter under his fingers and his cock gets harder in hers. She wrenches off his tennis shoes when he sits on the couch, piling them by her discarded flats. Now she can rid him of his jeans and boxers, clearing the way to lean forward.

“This guy needs a sloppy suck!” She noisily gobbles his dick for a minute, drooling thick spit on it. “Fuck yeah, my own bat and balls to play with,” she laughs, lifting his nuts and swinging his dripping boner around.

As Whitney straddles Brett on the couch, he gropes and tastes her naked body: her lips, cheeks, neck, shoulders, and those luscious tits as she leans back. She grinds her trimmed pussy slit up and down his rigid cock.

He pushes her off, opening her legs as she slumps back on the couch, licking the inside of her thighs from knees to crotch, then dives in, swirling and slurping and dividing her labia.

“Too soon to tease your clit?”

“Fuck no, go for it. I’ve been fucking jilling myself since dinner ended. Got myself started in the car on the way home.”

After sucking her clit aggressively enough to make her squirm and squeal, he pulls apart those lips. “Fuck, your cunt is gaping, Whit. Begging to be filled.”

“Mmm, you like eating out my trimmed-up pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmm, fuck yeah!” He responds with slurps and slithers.

“Less of a fight than getting through your wifey’s jungle bush, yeah?”

“Hers is an adventure, true.” He thumbs open Whitney’s twat, tongue probing inside her pink wet pulsing hole.

“Ah, fuck, that’s good!” She clenches her thighs around his head.

“Looks like she’s all slicked up and ready for some cock.” He spits on her labia and spreads it around before climbing up her body.

After a good ten seconds of sloppy open-mouthed kissing, she breaks it off. “Mmm, I taste good, don’t I?”

“Mmm, delicious.”

“Better than your wifey?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, attaching her mouth to his again. “Does she let you…” she wiggles her tongue, “kiss her…” she slurps aggressively, “with dirty pussy mouth?”

“This is about you and me right now, not Tina.” He swings a leg over, straddling her chest. “And right now, I want some of these,” he declares, grabbing handfuls. “Fuck, they’re like grapefruits, these sexy mommy tits!”

“Firm and juicy?”

“Mhmm.” He squeezes.

“You like my big titties better than your wifey’s?”

“Mmmph,” he bends down to slurp a nipple. “They’re fantastic. Not better, just different.”

Brett rubs his throbbing dick up and down her sternum, as she gathers her pillowy MILF titties around his shaft. “Oh, fuck yeah, you like fucking my big mommy tits, don’t you?” She jiggles her titties while his meat thrusts between them. “Better not fucking cum yet. I’m here to get some dick in me, not on me.”

“Let’s do this, then!” He reaches over to the end table and grabs a condom packet, ripping it open. Whitney licks her lips and spreads her pussy while watching him stroke the condom down his erect shaft.

“I think it’s so fucking hilarious that you have condoms,” she laughs, reaching out to flick the floppy tip. “You don’t fuck your wife with those, do you?”

“Nope, Tina gets it raw, skin on skin,” he says, kneeling between her legs on the couch and thumping his cock on her mound.

“Just for all the friends and neighbors, huh?”

“A gentleman never tells.”

“Gentleman, pshh,” she laughs. “And I’ll bet a few ladies at work, right?”

“I wouldn’t call them…” he buries his cock into her greedy cunt, making her gasp, “ladies.” He winks and starts pumping.

“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s what I need,” she growls as his cock plunges deep, over and over again, lying fully on top of her. “Another night alone… uhhh… with my dildo… AAHH… wasn’t going to do it for me.”

“Oh, fuck, Whit, you’re so hot and juicy. I can feel your heat…” he pauses to grunt, “… right through this fucking condom.”

Whitney closes her legs tightly around Brett’s waist, humping vigorously. “Uh, right there, fuck. Right on my clit. Oh yeah!”

After a minute of grinding, grunting and gasping, Brett is on his knees again, Whitney’s legs spread wide. He drives into her with long, smooth, firm strokes, going balls-deep and pulling out almost to the tip.

“Does my pussy take you better than your Tina’s?” Whitney teased. “Can you ram wifey’s cunt this hard and deep?”

“Oh, I sure as fuck don’t hold back with her either!”

After fucking roughly for another minute, Brett slows, and they roll to the side together. “Time to turn around,” he sneers, pushing her to kneel on the couch while he stands behind her.

“Do me like a fucking doggie, Brett. Always gotta do me from the back, don’t you?”

“You know it!” He gives her ass a slap and inserts his dick head into her slit, pausing a moment before driving in to the hilt.

“Lots to grip onto back there, huh?” She looks back at him as he pops her butt cheeks. “Got more meat than your wifey’s skinny ass?” Whitney isn’t a big woman, but her ass is quite voluptuous.

“Nice handfuls, that’s for sure! You attract more than your fair share of stares and head snaps. Especially in those tight jeans?” He grunts, shafting her more forcefully.

“The ones crumpled on your floor?”

“The ones your coworkers wish they could strip off you!”

Slapping her ass a few more times while he fucks her, he grunts, lunging into her, his weight crashing into the backs of her thighs, balls cinching up tightly, ready to explode. “Oh fuck, Whit! Nuuuhh, I’m going to cum watching that jiggle!”

“Nope!” Whitney slumps to the side. “I have five more minutes. You’re going to look me in the eyes when you pop,” she teases, climbing out from under him. “Sit,” she commands, and straddles him when his ass hits the couch.

“Mmm, this sure is some hot MILFy pussy,” he declares, twisting two fingers inside while sucking a proffered tit.

“Hot for your cock. Stuff it back in there.” When he positions his prick just right, she lets her weight collapse onto his lap, engulfing it again.

“I know Tina’s gotta be tighter, but can she do this?” Whitney contracts her vaginal muscles, clenching and gripping while her slick but snug mommy pussy glides up and down his stiff pole.

Brett doesn’t answer, but rams harder up into her constricting tunnel. “Oh, yeah, Whit, bounce on my cock. Oh, fuck, that’s some hot, slick mommy pussy.” She draws her knees up, sliding back and forth in his lap while he bends her back to suck a tit.

“Give it to me! Pump Mommy full of all that jizz.”

“Oh fuck! Uhhh–“ Brett finishes with a roar, Whitney shoving him into the upholstery with mighty thrusts, making the couch’s legs bang on the floor. “Oh, I’m fucking gushing in your naughty MILFy neighbor pussy!”

Eyes locked with his, she pumps wildly, gasping. “Oh yeah, I can feel my clit right on your root. You better fucking stay hard so I can get off on your cock.”

“Yeah, Whit, cum on my cock. Get it all messy with your cum!” A dozen frantic pumps later, she sputters and squirms, shaking with her orgasm. Separating a minute later after her head stops spinning, the two of them look at the tip of the condom hanging off his dick.

“That’s a big heavy gob of spunk. You filled that in a jiffy,” she teases.

“You said we had to be quick,” he retorts. “Whose spit is this?” He slurps up a stream of wetness from her neck and chin and shares it with her as she pumps her now-satisfied cunt on his hand.

“Don’t care. Gimme,” she pants, bubbling thick saliva back onto his tongue. “Fuck, that thing is slimy,” Whitney observes as he stands and strokes the condom off.

“Inside as much as out. Damn, that’s some thick girl cum!” Strands of goo stretch between his fingers and the condom when he lays it on the table next to the box.

“Well, I hate to fuck and run,” Whitney says, staggering to her feet. “Well, no, I do like it, but, I gotta go.”

“What, no cuddling?” Brett teases. “And they say guys are the ones to run off as soon as they cum!”

Whitney is about to put her panties on, but throws them at Brett instead. On goes her bra, then her blouse, then her jeans, still with no panties. She slips into her shoes as he walks her, still naked, to the door, pinching off a drip of cum from his drooping but still-leaking cock.

“Till next time.” Opening the door, he gives her a kiss, then paints her lips with his cummy finger.

Just then, Brett’s wife Tina joins them, having been entertained by the whole event from the comfort of the living room’s high-backed chair. Tipping up her wine glass to drain all but the last swallow, she pats their neighbor on her plump ass. “Next time is dinner Friday at your place, right?”

“Right.” The two ladies give each other a “mwah” with their double cheek kiss.

Tina sucks her husband’s cum swipe from her neighbor’s lips, then pushes her panties into her back pocket. “You might be used to leaving your skanky undies all around the neighborhood, but we don’t need them here.”

The two friends laugh and give each other a playful middle finger, Whitney waving hers high as she turns and struts toward home, exaggerating her hip sway.

“Thanks for priming my hubby for me,” Tina calls after her, wiggling Brett’s wilted dick from behind. “When I get him hard again after my bath, I’ll be able to ride this cock all night long!”