“I’m so nervous. I’m worried it will be too much for you,” I told my husband as I stood in our bedroom with a dressing gown wrapped snuggly around my body.
“You have nothing to be worried about,” he smiled at me, sitting up in the middle of our bed in just a pair of boxers. “Is your bath ready?”
“Yes.”
“Full of bubbles? Candles lit?”
“Of course.”
“Then go for a long soak. Turn off the bathroom light and relax. I’ll be more than ready when you return,” he assured me, turning on the bedroom TV. “My heart is ready to burst from my chest with excitement. Look at my cock! It’s already harder than it’s ever been in my life!” he ended by laughing.
I smiled nervously. “I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.” I then left the bedroom.
It was a month after the heatwave and my infidelity. As I closed the bathroom door, I felt it necessary to lock it. I don’t really know why. I didn’t feel threatened if my husband’s plan backfired. I was fairly confident it would please him beyond anything I’d ever done before.
I turned off the bathroom light and dropped my dressing gown. Standing in the mirror, glancing at my naked body as the candlelight gently flickered, a soft smile of anticipation appeared across my face. Anticipation of my husband’s reaction to what he was about to watch in our bedroom. My nipples hardened in the centre of my dark areoles. Then, the nerves and the butterflies in the pit of my tummy appeared.
I stepped into the bathtub, the warmth felt amazing on my foot, before more of the soothing feeling engulfed my body, when I sat down, spread my legs long, and submerged my naked soiled body beneath the bubble infested water.
My body hadn’t been soiled by my husband that day, that would come after my bath. It was once again Martin, my older, widowed neighbour who had soiled my body. It was his semen inside my womb.
“Ahhhhh,” I sighed deeply.
With only my head and knees above the water line, and with fluffy relaxing bubbles all around me, I focused on the two candles at the bottom corners of the bath. The scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla consumed my senses and my eyes drifted closed…
That morning I went to the gym for a workout. I hit the treadmill hard, followed by a relaxing half an hour in the health spa. But the sauna, steam room and jacuzzi did very little to relax the tension I had. Especially when two old men came into the sauna and ogled my bikini clad body for ten minutes straight. They couldn’t have made it more obvious, attempting small talk with me whilst staring at my tits.
I then went food shopping and called into see my mother. Even that didn’t help. As my mother complained about recent events on the news my mind was elsewhere. It was focused on the reoccurring conversation I and my husband had been having the past few days about repeating recent events with our neighbour, but this time secretly recording it.
Daniel was hooked on what I had done with Martin. Like a drug he wanted more. In fairness, I was curious to try it again myself. Having my husband’s full support erased the guilt I had about that day. The reluctance I had experienced was simply down to morality.
I arrived home just before lunch and made myself a cheese and tomato sandwich. I usually had it with a cup of green tea, but not today. Today I poured a glass of wine whilst I waited, and then another for good measure.
Watching and waiting anxiously through my kitchen blinds for the moment Martin went into his garden, I consumed the wine. I wasn’t drunk when he eventually appeared at 12.30pm, but it certainly helped my determination, and my nerves were now in check. I pulled up my dress and removed my knickers.
The weather was overcast but mild to warm. I was wearing a light green dress with only my bra underneath now. My husband insisted I went commando. Today was the day my reluctance gave way to another adventure.
“Good morning, Martin,” I said, my voice a little shaky.
“Oh, hello, Chloe. Good morning. How are you doing?”
Martin seemed surprised to see me. I’d largely avoided him these past few weeks, and he’d certainly avoided me when Daniel was around.
“I’m very well, thank you. How about yourself?”
Martin put down his watering can and approached the fence. He looked dirty, garden maintenance dirty. I realised he must have been working whilst I was out that morning.
“I ur… I didn’t think you wanted to speak to me ever again,” he said, his face full of sadness.
“On the contrary,” I told him with a half-smile. My nerves were rattling.
“Oh,” Martin sounded very surprised.
“I haven’t had the words to speak to you,” I explained, gently swaying nervously from side to side and glancing at the floor for a moment.
“And now?” he asked, his tone hopeful we could still be friendly neighbours. “I am truly sorry if…”
“Would you like to come round?” I interrupted him. I didn’t want an apology, neither did my husband. I also couldn’t play any games. I was too nervous so went the direct route.
My hands came together and clutched for dear life. My heart raced as soon as the invite left my lips. I quickly became tense, and it felt like an eternity waiting for his answer.
“Does Daniel know about this?” Martin wondered; his tone signaled further hope whilst his facial expression exercised caution.
“He doesn’t know anything about what happened between us,” I lied. “I’d prefer it remains that way.”
“Chloe!” Martin gasped. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day! My lips are sealed!”
“Ditto,” I giggled.
“Daniel isn’t likely to come home anytime soon, is he?”
“No. He is working on a problem job today, so he won’t be home early.”
Martin’s eyes peered down at me from over the fence, skirting the full length of my body. His gaze lingered at my cleavage while he appeared to be considering my invite.
“I’ll just go and freshen up and then I’ll call round,” he smiled.
“Come as you are,” I giggled once more. “I like the smell of a working man.”
Martin chuckled. “I feel like I’m dreaming. I’ll be round right away!”
I walked back inside and downed the last of the wine in my glass. My hands began to tremble, and I suddenly felt nauseous. I was no longer giggling. I was a nervous wreck.
Inhaling a deep breath whilst closing my eyes, I then exhaled and opened them again. Suddenly alert, I dashed to the front door and unlocked it, leaving the keys in the lock. I then scrambled upstairs into my bedroom and hit record on the hidden camera facing side on towards my marital bed.
“Chloe?” Martin called out, when he opened my front door.
“I’m upstairs in my bedroom!” I shouted down. “Just come in and lock the front door! But please leave the key in the lock so Daniel can’t get in! Just in case!”
Martin was soon climbing my stairs. I heard him one step at a time, slowly, agonisingly. I felt like a child dreading the boogie monster. Then, my partially opened bedroom door opened fully. Standing in a pair of dirty, khaki shorts and a worn red chequered shirt, Martin my neighbour grinned at me.
“God you’re so beautiful,” he said. I smiled nervously but composed myself.
“What took you so long?” I teased, brave on the outside, petrified on the inside.
Martin flung my bedroom door closed. It shut with a bang which made me jolt. “I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’ve longed to do this again with you,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards me.
I stepped backwards and then sideways. Martin followed until he was standing face on to me. We were at the bottom of my bed with his back towards it. My conscious positioning was to give the camera the best recording angle. To give my husband the best view.
“Take off your dress,” Martin instructed, but with a gentle tone as he pulled his shirt back and off his shoulders.
I watched and bit down on my lower lip as his body came into view. I couldn’t believe I was doing this again.
Reaching for the light green shoulder straps on my dress, I smirked nervously at Martin as he flung his shirt off to the side. He unbuckled his shorts but didn’t pull them down. With arms folded he stood waiting for me to remove my dress.
I simultaneously pulled the straps across my shoulders and down my arms. I felt moisture between my legs. I then pulled the dress over my elbows and let it fall from my body.
“Ohhhhhh, Chloe!” Martin groaned, looking straight down at my shaven pubic mound and my tightly closed lips with the damp slit between them. “And now the bra,” he instructed quietly.
I daren’t look at the camera hiding amongst the pile of clean washing waiting to be put away. As much as I wanted to look into the lens and cast my husband a loving look, a look that told him no matter what he goes onto view he was still my one true love, I knew it would instantly give the game away. I had to remain focused on Martin.
Just as I had done with my dress straps, I pulled my black bra straps across my shoulders and down my arms. I let them drape there while Martin gazed the full length of my body, as he had done so many times already, but not quite like this.
Wearing a front-fastening bra, I placed my right hand at the centre of my breasts and then slid my middle and index fingers under the plastic clasp. Martin grinned. I grinned to, glancing down at the excitement tenting inside his shorts. I glanced back up to meet his gaze and then smiled directly at him. My fingers were poised, teasing him as he waited patiently. When I lifted the clasp away from my body the tension inside the bra somewhat eased.
“Would you like me to expose my tits?” I asked with a schoolgirl giggle, but the question wasn’t really for him. It was for my husband.
“Have you ever met a man who said no?” Martin chuckled. “Take off the bra, Chloe. Show me those juicy big tits of yours.”
The tension inside the bra completely disappeared when I spread my fingers either side of the clasp and pressed my thumb against it and granted Martin his wish. The snapping sound reverberated around the room, or least it seemed to, such was the anticipation I felt, and Martin was displaying. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how my husband was going to feel watching it for the very first time. Me, his wife, exposing her breasts to another man, even if he knew it wasn’t the first time Martin had seen them.
“Mmmmm, they are delicious! So full like woman should be,” Martin moaned, sweeping in to cup my left breast. “And so big and soft. Just how I like them.”
With his left arm around my shoulders, he tilted me back slightly and put his tongue inside my mouth. His big hand pressed firmly against my soft breast before he squeezed it like a stress ball. Too much flesh to fit inside his grasp, he did a good job trying. We moaned into each other’s mouths and for the first time I forgot about my husband, but not for long.
The raunchy kiss didn’t last more than a few moments, Martin was far too aroused. He moved me backwards until he had me pinned up against my bedroom wall. He then grabbed both my breasts in both his hands and nuzzled his face into my cleavage. Like a kid in a candy shop, he devoured them. Squeezing, groping and lifting them so my hardened nipples were at his mouth.
“Ow!” I shrieked. “They are attached to me you know!” I then giggled.
Martin didn’t pause to apologise, but he did calm down as he continued sucking my nipples. Back and forth he alternated, moaning and humming with a teat and most of an areola inside his hungry mouth, before sharing his appreciation and vigor equally across both breasts.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met!” he complimented me.” Look how big and excited your nipples are and getting bigger all the time.” Martin then put his hands on my shoulders and applied a little downward pressure. “Now remind me how good you are at sucking cock!”
I giggled and dropped to my knees. Martin stepped back to allow me some space to manoeuvre. Sliding my back down the wall I glanced to my left and bit my lip at the hidden camera, ensuring my face displayed the playful naughtiness I was experiencing inside.
Meanwhile, Martin had pulled and pushed his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as I fell forward onto my knees. He reached down and squeezed my left breast before releasing it and thrusting his hips towards me.
“You know what to do, Chloe.”
My eyes were in direct line of Martins cock. I raised my hand and took it in my grasp. It was thick and veiny, throbbing against my grip. I glanced up with a smile, but Martin was too busy breathing raggedly at my bedroom ceiling with eyes closed and hands on hips.
I glanced left again, staring into the hidden camera as my tongue came out of my mouth to lick the tip of his cock. Whilst Martin moaned, I licked again and again, all the while staring into the camera.
“Suck it!” Martin hissed. “Get that sweet mouth of yours around my cock!”
Martin was still making noises up at the ceiling, so I continued to stare at the camera and opened my mouth wider and moved it over his fat cock. I closed my mouth and swirled my tongue underneath the sensitive gland. Deeper groans filled the room and then I began to move and bob my head along his length.
“That’s it, Chloe! Oh fuck! My sexy young married neighbour!”
Head tilted to the left, constantly staring at the camera, I felt my eyes glaze over as I become entranced on two levels. One, performing willingly like a slut for my husband. Two, pleasing our older neighbour with my oral skills.
Having another man’s cock in my mouth felt amazing. Having another man’s cock in my mouth, knowing my husband was going to watch it later on, had my hormones in overdrive.
“Yes! Ohhhh you are so good, Chloe. Lick my balls.”
Complying to his latest instruction, I pushed Martins cock up against his stomach and lowered myself further. His grey pubic hair brushed against my forehead as I went closer and licked his heavy ball-sac. Martin groaned and placed a hand on top of my head.
“That’s my girl,” he sighed.
I’d never even licked my husband’s balls before. He’d never asked, and I never thought to. I had a feeling that would change next time we had sex. Mostly likely that evening.
I opened my mouth as if I were about to kiss and brought one of Martins testicles inside with my tongue. Carefully and gently closing my mouth around it, I closed my eyes and sucked softly.
“Ohhhhhhh, yes! Ohhhhh, Chloe!”
I sucked a few times before taking his other testicle inside my mouth. Saliva coated his entire sack by the time I finished.
“You’re something special,” Martin praised me. “Now get on your bed so I can taste that pussy.”
I didn’t need telling twice. By now I was flushed and ready. My body tingled and I needed to cum. I jumped onto my bed and threw myself flat on my back. Martin grabbed my legs and pulled my body in powerful move, so my arse was at the end of the bed. As soon as he went to work between my spread legs, I turned my head to the right and moaned into the camera.
There was no playing up for the camera this time. The moment Martins tongue licked from the bottom of my opening to my clit it was all about me and my pleasure.
My back arched, my hips flicked, and my eyes rolled up into the back of my head as long moans sang from deep inside me. Martin was good. He was more than good.
In quick time I was closing my legs around his head and experiencing an intense orgasm. Martin looked up from between my legs, when I eventually relaxed them, and beamed at me.
“You taste sensational!”
I sighed in satisfaction and giggled at Martins lust for me. Everything seemed so perfect. I was being spoiled and desired by two men.
Martin tapped my leg and told me to move up the bed. He then climbed on and told me to go on top. I kept glancing at the camera as we swapped positions, but then I had an idea.
I told him to lay sideways across my bed. Whilst the top of his head would be facing the camera, I would be facing it full frontal. Martin complied without hesitation.
“Cute,” he said.
“What is?” I mused.
“The photo,” he grinned, placing his hands on my hips and helping me straddle him.
I took Martins cock in my hand and followed his direction of sight. On Daniels side of the bed stood a beautiful wedding photo of me posing in a wooded area.
I smiled. I had no reason to feel guilty. I had my husband’s unequivocal blessing, so it was time for me to take control of my own sexual pleasure, whilst assuming the responsibility of both my husbands and neighbours pleasure.
Hovering over Martin, I slowly used my hand to guide is lovely hard cock towards my opening. I knew my husband would want to savor this moment as much as I did, so I moved Martins engorged head along my slit and teased all three of us until the wetness eased him through my folds and into my warm pussy.
“Mmmmm, fuck!” Martin groaned, as I began to move up and down along the length of his shaft.
I moved slowly whilst glancing back and forth at the camera and Martin. Maintaining eye contact with both of them as much as possible was vital. I then moved purposefully, tilting my hips slightly.
“Ohhhhhh, Chloe!” Martin moaned straight up at the ceiling. “Your pussy feels so good!”
I pushed down and rotated my hips in small circles. Moaning into the camera and then into Martin’s eyes, I felt his cock rubbing all the right places inside of me.
When Martin started to pull on my hips and thrust upwards with gritted teeth, I placed a finger on his lips and reminded him that I was in control. With a frustrated growl he stopped pulling and thrusting and tried to relax.
“Ride it,” he grunted. “Ride my cock like the hotwife you are!”
I grinned at the power I possessed in that moment and removed my finger from his lips. Aroused further that I had tamed the beast in him, at least for now, I took my time and kept the penetration steady.
“Are you enjoying what I’m doing?” I asked into the camera, then immediately looked into Martin’s eyes. “Is this how you like to see me?”
“Yes. You’re so beautiful! You can ride me anytime you want,” came Martin’s response, but it was my husband’s answer I was more interested in.
I put my hands behind my head like an exotic dancer and wondered what my husband’s response would be. As I played up for the camera and Martin, I varied my movements to prevent the cock inside of me exploding.
“Play with my tits,” I said softly. “I want you to hold and squeeze them for me.” Martin put his hands on my breasts and started groping them.
“Suck my nipples. Do you see how hard they are for you?” I teased.
Martin let go of my breasts and lifted his head up. They were big enough that he didn’t need to lift too high, and I didn’t need to lower myself too much. We both moaned as he sucked on my sensitive nipples and squeezed my breasts.
As Martin feasted on my breasts, I placed one hand on his strong, hairy chest and reduced the depth of penetration. He moaned louder and sucked hard on my right nipple when I did it. The head of his cock was now slipping in and out of me. It felt so good that it put me on the brink of a climax.
I looked straight into the camera and mouthed the words “I love you’. I followed it up with a playful wink as I ran my tongue across my top lip. The movements inside my pussy then consumed me and I started moaning continuously. The wonderfully structured bulbous head inside of me was teasing and stroking my pussy lips in such a way that I experienced a level of sensitivity like never before.
On the brink of losing the control I had created, I moaned and groaned into the camera, hoping to reach the climax I so desperately needed. To get it over and done with, I thought about bouncing up and down whilst gripping Martin’s shaft with my pelvic floor muscles, but the need to keep my gaze on the camera for as long as humanly possible was overwhelmingly powerful.
Then, as if reading my mind, Martin fell back flat and slid his hands underneath my arse. My mind was focused on one thing right then, cumming for the camera.
Martin lifted me with his hands still underneath my arse, and thrust up hard inside of me when my body came back down. The switch back to deep penetration hit my g-spot and I fell forwards, relinquishing all control to Martin.
“Uhhhh!” he grunted with a restricted exhale, when my palms landed flat on his chest, and I forced him to take the full weight of my body. “Cum for me, Chloe! Cum all over my cock!”
We quickly started fucking. Martin grabbed my hips and drove up inside of me as hard as he could.
“I love your big cock inside of me! You feel so fucking good!” I spat, staring directly into the camera with my heavy breasts hanging inches above Martin’s face.
“And my cock loves being deep inside your married cunt! It’s so horny and tight!” Martin spat back.
“Fuck me like a slut!” I spat into the camera again. “Fuck me harder, Martin!”
“Tell me how bad you want it, slut!”
“I want to cum hard on your big cock!”
“Does it feel better than your husbands, slut!”
“Yes!” I screamed, then came hard before collapsing completely on top of Martin. My breasts smothered his face, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Get onto all fours, Chloe. I want to take you from behind and give you a seriously hard fucking!”
Coming down from my high I lazily got onto all fours and looked tired and dazed towards the camera. That’s how I felt anyway,
Martin moved on his knees behind me and then I felt him, rubbing and nudging against my hole.
“Mmmmmmm,” he groaned as he pushed inside. “That’s still nice and tight.”
“Put it inside me, Martin. Get it in nice and deep again,” I whimpered.
“You want it nice and deep, slut? Nice and hard?”
“Yes! I want you to fuck me with your big cock and make me cum again!”
“You’re such a naughty wife, Chloe! Ohhh, fuck yes!”
Groaning in unison, as Martin pushed the full length of his cock inside of me, I grabbed two fistfuls of duvet and looked straight ahead. But I couldn’t concentrate on the hidden camera for too long this time. The sensations inside of me were just simply too pleasurable and intense. I needed to concentrate on myself now as Martin firmly took hold of my hips and slowly stroked my insides with his rock-hard cock.
The pace remained calm and controlled. It started slow and deep and remained like that until the need to climax became urgent and then a necessity again.
“Fuck me harder!” I pleaded, as my body rocked back and forth on all fours. “I need to cum!” I then begged.
“Tell me how much you need it, slut,” Martin teased me in a dirty, dominant tone.
“I need it more than anything!” I raised my voice. “Please fuck my pussy and make me cum!”
Martin chuckled under his breath. He knew he had me right where he wanted me. I was completely at his mercy and begging for it.
“Ahhhhh, shit! Ahhhhh, fuck!” I yelped, over and over again until my cries turned to pants and groans.
Martin lunged into my body whilst hauling me back by my hips. He was strong and in total control. But instead of fucking me with long, hard and fast thrusts, he buried his cock right up to the hilt and kept himself deep inside my womb.
That feeling of being constantly full, with my sensitive internal walls contracting around his thick shaft, had me moaning inside my bedroom louder than I’d ever moaned inside it before.
With his groin pressed up against my arse cheeks, Martin flicked his hips. His cock stabbed at me as it rubbed against my cervix. It was all I could take before I screamed in ecstasy.
The orgasm ripped through my mind and body. It was of course created by Martin, but the intensity was caused by the adrenaline rush of knowing my husband was going to be watching this in a few hour’s time.
My arse pushed back harder against Martin as I collapsed my head over the side of the bed, but he was too strong to be moved further back, so it was me who was forced to move further forwards over the side of the bed.
My breasts and shoulders were dipped down to the bed, which did take the strain away from my arms. I felt Martin lean further forwards and place his hands either side of my body.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take of this. I felt pleasurably broken and satisfied, but of course Martin needed to cum to.
With yet another long and slow thrust Martin started to fuck me once more, and yet again I could feel every inch. As I lay there like a sex doll, Martin shuffled us back so I could lay my head on the bed. I gazed into the camera but then felt my eyes close.
Martin moved his knees further forward and grasped my hips. He continued to fuck me again with long, deep strokes. A few minutes of this and Martin started groaning and grunting himself.
“Here it comes my little slut! Just like you wanted!”
I felt him twitch and become a little harder before the sensation of being pumped with warm oil was felt deep inside of me. Using what little energy I had left, I looked up into the camera one last time.
“I can feel it! I can feel you cumming inside me!” I moaned for my husband.
Martin pumped vigorously, moaning as I squeezed my pussy walls around his shaft, ensuring I took every last drop.
“That was incredible, Chloe!”
“Yeah,” I sighed, finally able to fully lay down on my back and rest. “That was incredible.”
“Mmmmm, I pumped a lot more inside you this time,” he beamed proudly, staring between my spread legs.
I felt it myself, leaking out of my body and down my swollen lips and crack to the bedsheets.
Martin then slipped his naked, satisfied body from the bed and got himself dressed. “Will I see you again soon?” he asked.
“Of course you will. We’re neighbours,” I laughed, knowing full well what he meant.
Martin chuckled. “I really like you, Chloe.? you’re an amazing woman. Are we friends with benefits now, or…”
“Please don’t spoil it, Martin,” I frowned, but he already had.
“I’m sorry. Pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Martin’s remaining cum seeped down the inside of my thigh as I climbed off the bed and pulled my dressing gown on. Doing this a second time I hadn’t considered his emotional feelings in any of this. He was a human being after all.
Repeatedly having sex with Martin was bound to mean more than just sex for a single man like him. Daniel and I had been selfish. Not that that was the real issue. The real issue was that Martin was our next-door neighbour, and now he had hinted at wanted something more. Regular fun at the very least, but then what would that lead to him wanting from me?
“You need to leave. Daniel will be home soon, and I need to shower.”
“Very well. I hope I haven’t offended you.”
Now I felt terrible for giving Martin the cold shoulder. But what else could I have done? He’d not only thrown the cat amongst the pidgins, but he’d ruined the end of the recording.
An hour after slipping into the bath and I was slipping back out of it. I dried myself and returned to the bedroom.
“I want to fuck you with Martin in a dirty threesome!” Daniel blurted at me the moment I entered the bedroom.
“What? Hell no!” I laughed in shock. That was not the first response I was expecting from my husband.
“That recording was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”
I looked at Daniel unable to not laugh. He was super hyped up with his hard cock in his hand.
“We have to stop this with Martin. I’m serious. I can see it getting out of hand.”
Daniel showed a side I hadn’t seen before. He walked straight up to me and yanked the robe from my body.
“Bend over the bed! I need to fuck my beautiful hotwife!”
“Shouldn’t we talk about our potential problem?”
“Yes,” Daniel agreed, as he bent me over the bed and nudged his cock inside me. “But right now, I need to empty my balls inside my hotwife. You know a man can’t think straight when he needs to cum!”