My Wife is Over at the Neighbors
I cum so fast that when she sucks on me, I cum inside her mouth before she can even get it going for her own satisfaction
We got married later than most of our friends. That’s probably because my wife and I met later than our friends and their spouses did. That’s what I think, anyway. My wife thinks it’s because I matured later than they did. She’s a little older than I am … I say a little. She is 34, and I am already 27. Every time I look at her, I get a hard on, even though we have been married for almost three years. She has a spectacular body. She says I’m skinny. Lordy, what a pair of casabas!
She gets frustrated with me. Specifically, she is frustrated by our sex life. No, not cause I want it so much. She gets frustrated because I cum too soon. Honestly, I think she would prefer we have sex more often too. She doesn’t say that, but I have noticed lately that her eyes gaze hungrily at other couples where they seem to love to cuddle, kiss, and fondle each other. I like to do all that stuff, but my damn dick gets hard and then I get embarrassed. And when my dick gets hard, it starts dripping that clear stuff out the end and makes me look like I have wetted my britches.
I hate that. Embarrasses the hell out of me.
The other thing that I feel a bit reticent about is her sucking on my dick. I cum so fast that when she sucks on me, I cum inside her mouth before she can even get it going for her own satisfaction. I might as well just let her suck me off and never even stick Mr. Pickle in her. But then I would feel guilty about not satisfying her. Not that I satisfy her with Mr. Pickle anyway. I have gotten used to her climbing on my face after I cum in her. Have to admit that my sperm don’t taste half bad. Maybe I am just used to it by now.
I’m pretty fascinated by women who squirt while they cum.
I wish my wife could do that, but to do that, she would have to have a good dick in her, I think. At least that seems to be what makes women squirt, from what I see while I am watching the squirting pornos. Those sure make my dick drip.
Well, I was going to tell you about last night.
My wife told me that her girlfriend, who lives next door, was going to have a party tonight. It was a couple’s party, my wife said. I am not sure what a couples party is, but my wife was talking about going to it. She asked if I wanted to go, and I said probably not. I really am not much for parties and all that crap. Besides, the Yankees and the Dodgers are playing, and I wanted to watch that game on TV. Lots more fun than pretending to enjoy yakking at people I barely know.
Besides, Mr. Pickle would get my pants wet while I watched all them women dressed all sexy and shit.
Then my wife just told me tonight that she was going with me or without me. She took my hand and walked me to the window in our bedroom, pulled my britches down, and pulled her britches down and said, “Sex me with your little dick.” She already had me hard by just touching me once, so I bent her over and stuck Mr. Pickle in, and then I happened to look through our window at the neighbor’s window. Some dude was fucking some woman right in front of me. My wife was watching them while I started sawing in and out of her. The guy’s dick was darn big. Well, in comparison to mine, at least. The woman was obviously enjoying his fucking her, because I could hear her screaming something like, “Fuck me, fuck me with that gorgeous dick of yours! Fuck me hard and cum in my pussy!” Maybe it was just my imagination screaming inside my head. That’s what they do in them sexy pornos anyway.
Before I even realized it, I had cum and it didn’t even feel like a cum, more like a grunt or some such thing.
My wife sighed, Mr. Pickle slipped out of her and I collapsed on the bed like I always do after I cum. My wife tucked me in, then went into her closet. I was asleep by the time she came to bed.
About midnight (I looked at the clock when I suddenly woke up), I heard this noise. I realized it was people having sex. I sat up in bed and looked out the window. I forgot to put my glasses on, so I had to find where my wife put them when she tucked me in.
Armed with my glasses, I again looked over at the neighbor’s house. Some guy and a broad were kissing and so on. They were both dressed. But they were sure making out! The woman had nice boobs; I could tell by how far they stuck out under her tight top.
I noticed my wife wasn’t in bed. I went looking for her. She wasn't home. Then I remembered what she said about going over to the neighbors with me or without me. I went back to the window to see if I could see my wife. All I saw were two people making out in that bedroom. The guy was fondling the girl’s boob now. She had pulled her shoulders back to thrust her titties out at the guy. He was fondling them, even sort of tweaking her nips.
Just then, the lady laid down on the bed. The guy was right on top of her. I wondered who it was. I wondered if the two of them were married. To each other. I could see something sparkling on her left hand, so she was definitely married. I just didn’t know if she was married to the guy who was playing with her knockers. Something wet landed on the big toe of my right foot. I looked down. Mr. Happy was hard and dripping. Damn it! I watched the guy’s hand move down between the woman’s legs. He had big hands with thick fingers. She didn’t clamp her legs together, so the guy got more adventuresome. His hand went up under her skirt. I could see his wrist pushing her skirt higher and higher. His hand stopped moving up and I could tell he had hit pay dirt. The woman opened her legs a little further. His hand moved sideways a bit and I think his fingers were now touching her cunt lips. He started moving his whole arm in and out and I am pretty sure he was finger fucking her. She started moving her hips at the same speed he was fingering her cunt. Her hands got sort of spastic as he finger fucked her. She grabbed and pulled his shirt up and over his head. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and let her pull it off him.
Before he could even get his hand back in her pants, she started unfastening his belt. In an amazingly short period of time, he was butt naked and she was fondling his dick. Big dick. Oh my goodness, it was a big dick. Her hand didn’t even reach around his big dick's shaft. She shucked her panties and then her skirt so fast it seemed almost a blur. Her hand pulled that gorgeous cock right to her pussy and pulled with her heels on his tight butt. I watched as his big, thick dick slid right up the woman’s cunt.
I came all over the wall.
I collapsed onto the bed and fell over sideways, I think.
I heard the woman shrieking, “Fuck me deep, fuck me hard! OH GOD so big! SO fucking huge! God, fuck me, cum in me, oh god, I am cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggg ….”
She went silent. I think. Or I was asleep again. One ta other.
I woke up again when I felt the bed bounce a bit. ‘Probably my wife getting up to go potty,’ I thought. I peeked out of my left eye and saw that she was sitting on her knees, watching me sleep. She put her hand out and shook my shoulder. “Honey?” She shook me again. “Hon, wake up. We need to talk.”
I sat up. I rubbed my eyes and asked her, “What?”
She said, “Move down on the bed and lay on your back.” I started to ask her why, but she said, “Just do it damn it!” So I did.
She then straddled my face and started to grind her pussy on my mouth. “Eat me, damn it!” she groaned. I couldn’t talk, so I just did what she said. She was really gooey! Then I smelled Purex or something. My wife started to groan and rock her hips on my face. “Oh god, eat his cum out of your wife’s cunt, you useless fuck!”
Mr. Pickle was really dripping now. I felt my wife shudder five or six different times before she reached down and put her fingers on Mr. Pickles’ saggy couch. Mr. Pickle squirted a drop or two of his pickle juice, and then I collapsed.
I heard my wife groan. “DAMN IT!” She got out of bed. She seemed pissed off. “Fuck it, I am going back over there and fuck every swinging dick there!” she said. I heard the front door slam. Something about that woke me up. I sat up again and watched her walk naked to the neighbor’s house. She didn’t even knock at their front door; she just opened it and walked right in, naked as a jaybird. A few seconds later, I saw her walk into the bedroom with a guy. He was black and well-built. She started removing his trousers and shirt and soon had him as naked as she was. She fell back onto the bed, pulled her legs up to her shoulders, and said (I could read her lips), “Fuck my married cunt.” He knee-walked up the bed to her pussy and without either of them touching his big black cock, he pushed it up my wife’s already well-lubricated cunt. He buried his meat in her. I heard her scream in joy. He started fucking her. She went nuts. She screamed and wailed and crawled, and then, Lord, I am telling the truth, she started squirting all over the bed and wall and him and everything! It was just like watching one of them pornos.
That was my wife! It hit me like a ton of bricks. This isn't some damned porno!
That was my wife doing that!
That was my wife at the neighbor’s getting fucked by a black dude that was making her squirt. And I was watching it, and Mr. Pickle was hard and dripping again, and he was aching something fierce.
I have no idea how long that guy fucked her. I stood there mesmerized, crying, even Mr. Pickle was crying huge tears all over my feet as we listened to her scream. Her voice started getting hoarse after awhile. He was still pounding her! Then I saw his balls tense and shrink, and he jammed that monster up in her and shot what had to be a monster load of jizz in her cunt. He wasn’t wearing a condom, that’s for sure! That was perfectly obvious because the sperm started squirting out of her cunt lips as he ground his monster inside her deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, my wife went limp.
The black guy lay on top of her with his dick still inside her, letting his dregs drain into her, I guess. He lay there with his chest heaving for a long time. I guess when your dick is that big, it takes a while for the last bit of your load to drain out your extra-long hose.
Finally, he got up and went to the door and opened it, leaving it open as he walked out naked, his dick swinging as he walked. He was back in a few seconds with several other people. Everyone went down to her feet and looked at my wife’s cunt hole. Everyone talked about it, pointing and making gestures that seemed to indicate how far she had been stretched. Then another of the guys dropped her and mounted her. I saw a huge spurt of cum eject from inside her when he shoved his dick up her. He went to town just like the other guy had. He wasn’t as thick and long as the first guy, the black guy. The new man looked like he might be Latino or something like that—maybe Hawaiian?
My wife woke up a few moments into being fucked by this new guy. She wrapped her legs around him and started meeting him, thrust for thrust. I could hear her again. It occurred to me that this must be what she sounded like when she was cumming, maybe. She soon started squirting that clear stuff again. One of the women took her blouse off and held her tits down so that the squirt stuff hit her on her tits and face. Everyone laughed excitedly.
Pretty soon, everybody in the room was naked. The women started riding my wife’s face with their pussies. The guys took turns sticking their dicks in her ravenous mouth when one of the women would fall off from cumming too hard.
After a bit, one of the men turned my wife over and put some clear stuff on my wife’s ass, stuck his finger in her a bit, then stuck his dick in her asshole! My wife didn’t even fight it at all. In fact, she started squirting again while the guy fucked her hard and deep there.
About then, the black guy with the huge dick came back in and took his turn again. This time, he used my wife’s ass as her cunt. He rode her behind for the longest time. The women were fondling his balls, kissing him, and fingering his asshole while he fucked my wife’s ass. My wife’s voice is almost gone now. But she was still cumming like a banshee, obviously.
My feet were soaked with Mr. Pickles’ joy juice.
I knew I should be pissed, mad, and upset with my wife for doing this. But I could see that she was having so much fun. I just couldn’t get mad. Well, maybe I should say, I just couldn’t stay mad.
Then I made the mistake of just barely touching Mr. Happy and BAM, he went off all over the wall again. And, like always, I fell over backwards and was out.
My wife served me breakfast in bed. She was humming as she did so. Great breakfast! Eggs, pancakes, all the good stuff! My wife smelled like she had showered. I couldn’t say the same for me. I furtively looked over at the wall under the window. God, what a mess!
She watched me as I ate. Finally, she said, her voice still very hoarse, “You know what happened last night?”
I looked up at her, as naïve as I could muster. As I chewed, I shrugged my shoulders to imply I was unaware of what had happened.
She looked at me as if trying to decide what to say.
Finally, she took a deep breath. “Honey, I had sex with at least seven different men last night. I let them all ejaculate inside me. They were all different races and colors of men that came inside me.”
I knew that Mr. Pickle was hard again. I straightened out my leg as I lifted the little breakfast tray up. The blanket moved down to reveal Mr. Pickle dripping with pickle juice.
My wife looked at Mr. Pickle, then at my face again.
She started to giggle.
“What color of baby do you think will be born in nine months?” she asked me.
