The incessant rain dripped from my hair onto my neck, and a shiver ran down my spine as I worked my key into the front door. Glancing over my shoulder at the miserable weather, I offered a silent curse at the big man in the sky for bequeathing me a really shitty day. Consumed by my own misery, I stepped inside my modest home and continued to mull over why the powers-to-be had conspired to make this a day to forget.
It had started that morning with the alarm failing to go off, then the car refusing to start, which meant I had to use public transport, which led to my late arrival at the office. So my boss tore into me. And that was all before my first cup of coffee.
For good measure, the company's quarterly figures revealed a sharp decline in sales and, being responsible for that division, I was asked a lot of questions to which I had no answers. All in all, it was a very trying morning.
Lunch, consisting of hastily thrown together cheese and pickle sandwiches made with stale bread, was washed down with another round of Aspirins and antacids. The last mouthful of masticated food had barely disappeared down my resistant gullet when the telephones — mobile and landline — resumed their non-stop assault on my ears and sanity. Faced with the prospect of the next few hours being a carbon copy of those I'd already endured, I decided I'd had enough for one day.
My decision was quickly made, especially when it dawned on me that the journey home wouldn't be any better than the morning one, special thanks to the British public transport system. One train, two bus rides and three hours later, thanks to a broken signal, I trudged up the driveway. My spirit had been truly broken when, on top of the trials and tribulations of commuter travel, the great British weather decided to throw in its six-pennyworth.
In my morning haste, I'd forgotten my raincoat and now I was drenched, caught by a sudden downpour. At least the car had gone, the only thing that seemed to have gone right. The garage had promised they would pick it up — but I wouldn't have been surprised if they'd had called and said their mechanic had eloped to Australia and they couldn't find a replacement.
Inside the hallway, the central heating was doing its job. As I peeled off the saturated garments one by one, the warm air encompassed my body like a soft luxurious blanket. The discarded clothing formed a wet pile on the floor until, at last, I was standing in damp boxers. Picking up the soaked clothes, I made my way toward the utility room. Hearing classical music coming from the lounge when I passed the doorway, I smiled. Andrea always listened to the classics when she was relaxing and I imagined her lounging on the sofa, staring into the open hearth.
A professional violinist, she used to be a member of the BBC's Symphony Orchestra but, a couple of years ago, she decided to take things easier. Mainly, she worked as a session musician, joining small ensembles or falling in at the Beeb when someone was ill. Although our income was affected by this decision, our marriage remarkably improved with her being at home a lot more. She was a lot happier and more relaxed.
In the kitchen, I saw the half-empty bottle of red on the counter and smiled. Not such a bad idea, I thought and continued to the utility room. After loading the washing machine, I returned to the hallway, wine glasses in one hand and bottle in the other. The soft music was familiar but I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was called. Not surprising, really. According to Andrea, I'm a musical Neanderthal. My preference for rock music precludes all other genres so, to be fair, she's right. However, thanks to her patience and good taste, I’d gradually learned over the years to appreciate other types of music.
I'd never admit it, at least not to her, but I actually liked some of the classical pieces, such as the one playing then. It was her favorite and I could almost see her stretched out on the sofa, relaxing, letting the music transport her to another place.
Suddenly, I heard a giggle. At least, that's what it sounded like. There it was again. A soft murmuring reached my ears. Confused, I concentrated on the sounds and, with growing concern, realized my wife wasn't alone. What's more, judging by the noises, someone was enjoying themselves. My curiosity, amongst other things, stirred when I heard something akin to a feminine whimper. I knew something was happening on the other side of the door — but what? Determined to find out, yet scared of what I might see, I stood there like Schrodinger's Cat.
I eased open the door and cautiously poked my head through the gap. What I saw, made my cock swell. My gorgeous, naked wife was kneeling between the obscenely splayed legs of Shannon, a neighbor from across the street. Shannon was also naked, her hands passionately entwined in Andrea's long dark tresses, while she ground her abdomen into my wife's face. Fascinated, I watched the woman I'd lived with for twelve years, devour our sexy neighbor as if her life depended on it.
"Come on, Drea, I'm almost there," Shannon moaned. Judging by her tortured expression, I guessed she was telling the truth. My wife slipped a couple of fingers inside Shannon's pussy, and a loud, erotic groan resonated around the room.
“Oh, you fucking bitch, Drea. You know I can't stand it when you tease me like this. Stop mucking about… make me cum."
My rock hard cock throbbed powerfully as I watched my wife violently finger our neighbor while flicking her tongue rapidly over Shannon’s swollen clit. I squeezed my pulsating meat through my boxers, and fervently wished I could join in. I opted for discretion and stayed put. Suddenly, Shannon bucked wildly and let out a long wail before gasping for breath. My wife, having accomplished her aim, set about enjoying her reward, clamping her mouth on the gushing pussy.
Shit.
I must have done something to attract their attention. In a single action, as if rehearsed, they turned and stared in my direction. I felt trapped — like a peeping Tom caught in the act — but I hoped that I hadn't ruined their afternoon fun.
My wife, her face glistening with Shannon's juices, smiled at me unashamedly and waved me in. Before moving, I nodded at our neighbor and raised my eyebrows. Both women giggled. Conscious of the tenting in my boxers, I gingerly entered the room.
"I thought you said Dan wasn't very well endowed.” Shannon stared at my bulging underpants as I approached them.
"No," Andrea corrected our naked guest. "What I said was, he wasn't as big as this," and held up a strap-on to prove her point. Shannon sat up and waved at me to stand next to her. She stroked a hand over my boxers and my meat throbbed.
"I don't care what your wife says, Dan, your cock certainly feels big enough for me." She winked at me and slid a hand inside my underwear. I looked at my wife as she watched her girlfriend getting to grips with her confused husband. I grinned sheepishly.
"You're early," she said. "Why?"
Before I could answer, Shannon pulled out my erection and whooped her pleasure. "Drea, what a wonderful cock. You're such a lucky bitch. I wish I had one like this to play with every night."
She started stroking me, not playfully but with determination, pulling my foreskin back over my ridge, exposing my engorged helmet. “Look how it glistens," she shrieked, licking her lips. She asked if I minded.
"Of course he doesn't mind," Andrea answered before I could speak. “But, I'm not responsible for the consequences," she added as Shannon's beautiful mouth opened wide to encompass my manhood.
"So, darling, why are you home so early?" Andrea repeated.
"Bad day," I managed to croak before my mouth dried. I watched in amazement as Andrea stood and walked toward me.
“Oooh, poor baby," she cooed before planting her mouth onto mine. Our tongues entwined and did battle and I got my first taste of Shannon as she really went to town on my junk.
“So, this is how you spend your afternoon, is it?" I asked breathlessly, in between deep kisses.
"Pretty much," Andrea said. "Sometimes we're at Shannon's place, but she didn't have any wine today… so, here we are."
"ls Joe... sorry, does Joe know about this... er, arrangement.” I was curious but also afraid that I might actually be the last to know about something I’d have given my right arm to discover before that day.
Shannon spoke up. "Nah, he fucked off back to the States about a month ago when he found out his girlfriend liked pussy as much she liked cock." She had one hand gently cradling my balls, the other rhythmically wanking me.
"Stupid git," I mumbled, trying to concentrate on not ejaculating. It wasn't easy. Shannon's technique was amazing and I couldn't survive much more of the exquisite torture.
"What did you say?” Andrea asked, guiding my head to her ample bosom. Seconds later, I was unable to say anything but I marveled at my good fortune. I busily sucked on her erect nipples, while she placed one of my hands between her legs.
"Jesus, you're soaking wet," I mumbled. I hadn't felt her like this in ages.
"Duh, idiot, what did you expect, having my two favorite people in the world naked in front of me?”
"You mean you're not angry at my intrusion?" For an answer, she kissed me again.
Seconds later, she whispered in my ear, ”Do you want to watch me fuck her?" I nodded dumbly, listening to the filthy talk I associated with men's locker rooms. She smiled wickedly at me. During this, Shannon was gorging on my erection and I was well aware of my oncoming climax. Also recognizing the signs, Andrea giggled. "Shannon, Dan is on the verge of shooting his load," she warned.
Unable, or simply unwilling to relinquish her prize, our neighbor redoubled her efforts. My hips moved in time with her bobbing head and I felt my spunk rising.
"Let her have it," my wife instructed me generously, a hand slipping down my back and beneath my boxers. Her fingers traced a path between my buttocks and I tensed. She gave me a knowing look before carrying on. I closed my eyes and allowed nature, or in this case, Shannon and my wife, to take their course.
Succulent lips clamped tightly around the base of my meat and a fingertip found my star. The warm throat felt wonderful as did the intrusion. Shannon's playfully licked along the length of my flesh while my wife's tongue began dueling with mine. In front of me, the sexy American's cheeks hollowed inwards while Andrea's finger reached for my prostate.
Like a geyser in Yellowstone, my spunk spurted, accompanied by my stifled groans. The first salvo disappeared promptly into Shannon’s throat while my body convulsed violently. I squirted another load and loud gulping sounds reached my ears. Not prepared to just lay there and take it, my blonde tormentor pulled back her head until only her lips were around my pulsating organ. Then she wrapped her dainty fingers around the exposed shaft.
While she tugged enthusiastically at my pulsating flesh, I managed to open my eyes and look at my wife. She pressed her hand against my bum and smiled, her eyelids rising inquisitively. My mouth was so dry, I just nodded.
"I'm so glad you don't mind letting Shannon join in," she whispered into my ear.
Who was she kidding? It was something out of my wildest dreams. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife more than anyone or anything else in the world, but that doesn't mean other women didn't take my fancy. In fact, Andrea actively encouraged me to tell her when I thought a woman was attractive. However, when it came to Shannon, she’d never asked and I’d never told.
To be honest, I could have fallen in love with the attractive woman from across the road. As it was, I was secretly infatuated with her and, more than once, she'd been a major presence in my fantasies, whether I was wanking or making love to Andrea. Maybe it was because she was different to all the other sycophantic friends Andrea seemed to harvest. Being American made her stand out in a crowd, as did her awe-inspiring beauty. She wasn't just beautiful, she was hot.
Long blonde hair, a cute button nose, and legs up to her neck assured her of a lot of male attention, as did her pert breasts. I heard she’d been a model, so it was no surprise that she looked good in anything she wore. I’d seen her dressed to the nines, watched her slouch around in what she embarrassingly called her "slobber costume" and admired her in everyday clothes. In fact, the only costume I hadn't seen was her Adam and Eve one, and I never expected to either.
I occasionally kidded myself about starting an affair but knew I'd wimp out if push came to shove. Andrea was my soulmate and I would be lost without her, Shannon or no Shannon, so I kept my fantasy to myself and simply enjoyed the occasions when we got together.
In fact, I thought I'd hidden my infatuation quite well from my wife, but that didn't stop me feeling extremely jealous when I saw Shannon and Joe cuddling and kissing. I often wondered what she saw in him, especially when he acted like a demigod and treated her like shit. I could never understand how he believed she was on this earth, solely to serve him, and more importantly, why she accepted it. No accounting for tastes.
I stared disbelievingly at my wife when she thanked me for being so understanding. Okay, I know I should have been angry because she was technically having an ‘affair’ but, being honest with myself, she'd only put into practice what I'd previously considered. I looked deeply into her emerald green eyes. She nodded her guilt away and smiled at my acceptance of her unfaithfulness.
I did wonder how long they’d been having sex and whether I should worry about Andrea's bisexual orientation. Yet, as I willingly accepted Shannon in the same state, it seemed churlish to demand an explanation. Besides, this wasn’t the time to discuss it.
Shannon finished licking my cock clean and stood in front of us. Her eyes sparkled wickedly and her satisfied smile made me feel ten feet tall. She leaned forward and kissed me passionately, driving her tongue deep into my mouth.
I continued kissing, unsure whether I’d pleased or surprised her. She increased the urgency of our kiss, and I redoubled my efforts. Andrea moved behind our gorgeous neighbor and began caressing her body, hands gliding up and down the smooth skin. When my wife's fingers disappeared between Shannon's thighs, her kissing became even more intense.
"Thanks, lover," Shannon giggled, pulling back her head. "It's been a long time since I've done that. I can't tell you how much I missed it." Another giggle and I watched fascinated as Andrea fondled Shannon's perfect breasts. The sexy American reached to grab my semi-erect cock.
"How long before round two then, Stud?” She teasingly tugged my manhood.
"N... nor... normally, ten or fifteen minutes," I stuttered, aware that my cock was already thickening. “But, for you, I might make an exception.”
"Is he for real?” she asked in amazement. Behind her, Andrea nodded while moving a hand over Shannon's smooth belly.
"I'm afraid so, darling," my wife murmured between planting kisses on the side of our neighbor's neck, "although I think he's showing off because you're here."
Watching them was a huge turn on and my cock twitched in Shannon's hand as if to confirm Andrea's statement. That prompted another display of her million dollar smile.
"Then let's give him something worth seeing," she said, turning toward my wife. "Why don't you lie down and let me rock your world, Drea?”
A few minutes later, Andrea's whimpers and moans filled the living room as Shannon's gorgeous ass swayed in front of me. Without any help from my hands, my cock was hard again. I was about to sit on my armchair and watch one of the horniest scenes a husband could wish for when Shannon stopped eating pussy and glanced over her shoulder. She invitingly wiggled her bum at me, her eyes sparkling.
"It's all yours, Loverboy."
I actually stumbled in my rush to join in, almost landing face first on the floor. Luckily, I managed to save myself that embarrassment. Recovering my composure, I looked up and saw Shannon's juicy snatch inches from my mouth. Unable to resist, I poked my tongue out and dived in.
I heard a squeal of delight as I penetrated her dripping, wet sex and then a saucy giggle when I buried my nose between her buttocks. Grabbing her peachy bum with both hands, I parted her cheeks and ran my tongue from her juicy opening right up to and beyond her tight little asshole. For that, I was rewarded with a low feral groan.
"Keep that up, Dan, and who knows how far I'll let you go," she sniggered and then deliberately shoved her backside into my face. I won't deny hearing this caused my heart to race, although I wasn't even sure she meant it. Wondering how far I could take it, I repeated my actions. Each time I passed my tongue over her back entrance, I took a little longer and pressed it a little deeper inside. Shannon's reactions got more and more pronounced.
"Dan, for fuck’s sake put me out of my misery," Shannon gasped moments later. "Fuck me, pleeease.” I didn't need asking twice and I gingerly nudged my helmet against her twitching pussy lips. With a feeling of wondrous disbelief, I watched as they closed around my intruding flesh, pulling me into the silken tunnel.
I thrust my hips, and both women groaned erotically, increasing my own pleasure. Although Andrea couldn't see the excitement on my face — her eyes were screwed shut while Shannon coaxed her towards a climax — the way she kept crying out, proved she obviously approved of my decision. I buried my cock into our neighbor’s sopping cunt and pulled on her hips. Grinding against her delightful buttocks in an effort to achieve deeper penetration, this gorgeous American meaningfully pushed back at me and groaned.
The classical music playing in the background was accompanied by the sounds of flesh against flesh, juicy cunts squelching, and groans, grunts, and whimpers. The ensuing symphony could easily be called our soundtrack of debauchery and, like any good musical piece, the tempo, mood, and melody changed the moment my wife reached her climax. Andrea had always been loudly vocal during sex, and this time was no exception.
If her erotic screaming didn't tell the rest of Acacia Avenue what was going on at number twenty-two, then her loud expletives and obscenities certainly did. Watching my wife play with her boobs as her body convulsed uncontrollably while Shannon desperately did her best to drink Andrea's flowing nectar, was a huge turn on.
Things got hotter when Shannon raised on her knees and glanced at me. Seeing my wife's cum decorating her face made me want to kiss her more and our mouths locked. As our lips disconnected, I began petting the back of her neck and was rewarded by two arms reaching up and over my head, to hold me against her. My prick throbbed inside her and she responded by squeezing her cunt muscles, releasing a soft moan. She began milking me and I couldn't help wondering how a day that started in the shitter could, in the blink of an eye, turn out to be one of the best of my life.
“Hmmm, this feels great," Shannon purred, "but I want to ride you, Dan." Shannon breathed heavily into my ear. "I want to feel you right up inside me. Are you up for it?" Silly question.
Not daring to speak, in case I blabbed something stupid, I nodded enthusiastically and raised my hands to her gorgeous breasts. She beamed at me and I knew I was appearing too eager but I didn't care.
"Come on then, Dan. On your back. Don't worry about Andrea, she'll know what to do in a minute. Right now, my snatch needs filling and your cock is the perfect tool for the job."
Hearing her no-nonsense manner of talking, in her sexy American drawl was really something special. Also, the compliment over my manhood made me feel ten feet tall. Being average sized, and like most men, extremely conscious of the fact, I couldn't believe she found it more than enough. I'd always imagined she was one of those women in need of a giant cock to satisfy her, especially when I saw her ex in the shower after a particularly energetic game of squash. I don't mind admitting, I developed an unhealthy inferiority complex when I saw the size of Joe's equipment. The saying, "A baby's arm holding a crab apple," summed it up pretty well. Perhaps, that's why she'd put up with his superior attitude.
On my back, I watched in excited anticipation as Shannon squatted above me. She clamped her knees against my torso and, without delay, reached between her legs to grasp my throbbing member.
"Hmmm, I love your cock, Dan," she said huskily. "I could sit on it all day," she giggled while lowering toward my loaded weapon. When she rubbed my engorged helmet along the length of her juicy slit, teasing her clit for a few seconds before moving it back towards her receptive opening, I couldn't have agreed with her more.
“Oooh, that feels really good," she hissed through clenched teeth. Her warm wetness enveloped me, and not for the first time that day, I felt like the king of the world. I reached for her buttocks and squeezed them with my fingertips, like I was kneading dough. Shannon seemed to appreciate this and leaned forward, kissing me while supplanting her feet with her knees. Now she was astride me, my prick buried deep inside. After kissing me passionately, she knelt up and caressed her breasts, asking if I liked them and did I enjoy watching how she played with them? Of course I did.
Although I was more than happy to see how Shannon teased her body, what happened next really blew my mind. I'd momentarily forgotten about Andrea but while the American continued riding my prick, my wife reappeared in view. The smile on Shannon's face made me realize that not only had she anticipated this but she’d been positively waiting for it. Andrea, smiling triumphantly, moved to our neighbor, menacingly pointing the helmet of the strap-on at the inpatient American's mouth.
"Come on, slut. Open up and start sucking my cock."
The expression of lurid recognition on Shannon's face told me they'd played this game before. A new, more terrifying thought crossed my mind, and a shiver ran down my spine — and not because I was cold. Eyes sparkling with unfeigned excitement, Shannon’s hunger for Andrea's artificial dick was obvious, while I nervously wondered if my wife had explained why we owned such a toy.
Andrea stood above me, her feet either side of my head, and guided the silicon rubber cock expertly towards the American's willing lips. As they closed around the rubber dome, my wife thrust her hips and the appendage disappeared inside the greedy mouth. For her part, Shannon leaned forward, hands resting on my chest, and easily swallowed the entire length. I watched in fascination as her throat expanded, accommodating the large dildo, and she raised her hips, enabling me to fuck her with more intent, instead of just letting her ride me.
"Fuck her hard, darling," Andrea ordered, "she likes it like that." I eagerly obeyed, redoubling my efforts.
"You need that, don't you, slut?" My wife's tone was twisted with desire, and her intensity surprised me. Our horny American, unable to speak with a mouthful of hard rubber, nodded enthusiastically and groaned. "Good girl. Now make my cock nice and slippery, darling, because you know where it's going in a minute."
I swear I felt Shannon's amazing body shudder as I surmised what Andrea meant. I soon found out.
Andrea whipped the rubber cock from the succulent lips and like some cheesy porno actor, slapped it meaningfully against Shannon's upturned face. My wife's feet disappeared from my view and the goddess impaled on my prick leaned down until our lips met. We kissed and fucked passionately until Andrea barked, "Spread 'em, Baby."
Shannon reached back and pulled her buttocks apart. My heart nearly missed a beat when I realized what Andrea intended and watched utterly gobsmacked when she loomed over Shannon's shoulder. Suddenly, the corners of the American's mouth curled down and her eyes closed. Through the flimsy flesh that separated us, I felt the thick rubber cock slide effortlessly into my new lover's ass. Behind Shannon, my wife grinned mischievously and raised an eyebrow.
I knew she was referring to the question she’d posed earlier: would I like to watch her fuck our neighbor? I simply blinked and nodded. This had gone beyond all my expectations.
Moaning softly, Shannon leaned forward as if she wanted to kiss, but she put her mouth next to my ear. "Do you like it when Andrea does this to you?" We stared at each other. My cheeks burned and I turned away. I couldn't hide the humiliation I felt and wondered why Andrea had told her of my secret kink. A hand ran sensually through my hair and I turned to face Shannon.
I was surprised to see her crystal blue eyes sparkling excitedly. "I can't tell you how turned on I got when Drea, told me why she owned a strap-on." I blinked. "Every time she uses it on me, I have the wildest fantasies about fucking you like she does."
As she spoke, her body rocked back and forth on my cock. My decision was quickly made. "I'll let you have my ass Shannon, only if I can have yours." The smile on her face was answer enough.
"Today is still young, Dan, and I have no intention of going home anytime soon." I felt my heart soar and decided to press my luck.
"Now?"
She shook her head. "No. I want to feel you cum inside me. It's been too long since I've had a man between my thighs and I want to savor it, so don't disappoint me, Dan."
Hearing I was the first man she'd chosen to fuck since Joe's departure made me feel very honored. Determined to be worthy of her choice, I grabbed her ass and began bucking my hips with more vigor. Shannon, showing her approval, wrapped her arms around my neck and set her lips on mine. I don't know how long we were in this position because all I was concentrating on was the heaving bodies above me. To be honest, I was having so much pleasure, I didn't care.
My wife and I managed to synchronize our efforts. Either she or I were buried deep inside the sexy American. And, from her reaction, I guessed we were doing something right. I always thought Andrea was noisy when it came to sex, but hearing Shannon's repertoire of moans, cries and coarse, raw expletives was a real eye opener. I'd never met anyone quite so uninhibited about what she wanted, and I found it exhilarating listening to her. It was a good way of judging how close we were to providing her with the ultimate orgasm.
Surprisingly, when she actually came, it was accompanied by a singularly long, drawn out, cry and violent uncontrollable shaking. I’m proud to say, I was the one to send her over the precipice. Andrea and I were joyfully pummeling her body, but the erotic sensations caused by my wife's strap-on rubbing against my own throbbing cock proved too much for me.
Grabbing Shannon's buttocks, I thrust myself into her, pulled her deeper onto my cock, and let fly. To stop myself from roaring like a lion, I clenched my jaws together and my body spasmed repeatedly, pumping hot spunk deep into our neighbor's receptive sheath. I'm sure feeling her silken tunnel flooding with my cream, sent her over the precipice.
I watched how she closed her eyes and bit her lip while powerful sensations racked her body. Muscles contracted tightly, forcing arms and knees to press against my frame. The energy coursing through her, transmitted to me, and I experienced a few aftershocks. Andrea was still fucking her hard, prolonging Shannon's orgasm. In turn, she kept milking me.
We lay there, a mass of naked limbs and mixed emotions. Semen trickled from Shannon's pussy, trailing down my still rigid cock. Although I'd discovered my wife was being unfaithful, I couldn't have been happier with her choice of new lover.
Was I unhappy she’d shared my kinky secret? Yes, but truthfully, I couldn't wait for the moment Shannon fucked me, as she'd promised. Yes, although the day had started out being really shitty, it couldn't have ended better.
