The Stud Next Door

The Stud Next Door By Clark It wasn't a fire really--more like a Fourth of July sparkler, said one of the firemen. But the fried electrical circuits in the basement gave everyone in the office an early start on the weekend. It had been years since I'd left work before 5--or 6 or 7 lately. Zipping home through the non-rush hour traffic, I had an idea how I might use this unexpected vacation. Or, rather, how Laura and I might. Sleek and striking, Laura never fails to turn men's heads wherever we go. Early in my virginal college life, I'd fallen for the way her deep blue eyes absorbed me. She was just as inexperienced and we remained that way until we married. But the post-wedding sexual transformation I expected never happened--not on our honeymoon, not after. Laura simply never showed much interest in sex. She was loving, definitely, and a compliant, if not assertive, partner. And, rarely, I'd see hints of passion within her. Twice I rented porn videos, and those led to a memorable nights of passion. But all my future rentals were invariably postponed by headaches or early meetings the next day or some other development. Laura was not lusty. After ten years, I'd learned to live with our once or twice a month coupling as the norm. But that was before. Now I had no idea what the norm was. I didn't care, either. In the past few weeks, Laura had--well, turned on. I felt like she was always teasing me, even dressing to entice me. In the past, she'd weeded the garden in sweat pants and an oversized T-shirt; now she was wearing short shorts and a crop top. Last Saturday she kept me on the edge of an erection all day by cleaning the house in just panties and one of my tank tops. She'd even left her bra in the dresser--another norm broken. Driving home I wondered what I'd find her wearing, and if she'd indulge my ideas for spending these newfound July afternoon hours before the party we had scheduled to attend. Our love-making during the past month was up to once or twice a week now, and Laura was definitely more interested. Maybe, I fantasized, today I could even find a way to bring her to orgasm. That event always eluded us. "I guess I'm just not built that way," she'd say with a shrug. Unconsciously, I massaged the insistent rising in my pants as I drove and considered the possibilities. My cock was still dancing in my pants as I shut off the car in the driveway. I entered the house quietly, hoping to surprise Laura with both my early arrival and excited condition. I hadn't even closed the door when a groaned echoed through the back hallway, suggesting Laura's condition was way ahead of mine. It was her moan--no doubt about it--low and throaty and lost it itself. She's masturbating! The thought electrified me. Laura claimed to have never indulged in self-pleasure. She had even seemed offended when I once suggested that her doing so might help our sex life. "Do it if you want," she'd said, "but we don't need that." The norms had clearly changed. I had no idea just how much I crept down the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of Laura's hands buried between her legs. Almost to the bedroom I heard another moan. The tone was lower, though. Much lower. Masculine. Then, "Oh yeah, Laura. Grab my cock with your pussy." I inched my head just beyond the doorjamb. Laura lay on the bed. Moving between her legs was not her hands, but a man. I recognized him only as young and muscular. My eyes were riveted on Laura. On her legs wrapped tightly around the man's thighs. On her feet locked behind him. On the grip that propelled his body into hers every time she thrust upward. On her thrusting. Again and again, as if her body knew no other movement. With each thrust, their flesh slapped together. The sound rang in my ears. And all the while her arms clasped over his back, holding him as if trying to meld this man's body into her own. Not even my wildest fantasy pictured Laura capable of such a fucking. Surely nothing in our ten years of love-making had hinted at such strength or desire. Then again, the rawest porn flick I'd ever seen didn't come close to the frenzy playing out on my bed. I dropped against the doorway, feeling suddenly weak but unable to turn away from the rutting bodies before me. The sounds of their slapping flesh and the rising pitch of Laura's near-constant moaning enveloped me like a fog. I craned my neck to see Laura's face, to witness the burning that surely flared in her eyes, but the god-like body of her lover blocked my view. Every point of his body showed muscles; not the overworked bundles that the bodybuilders flexed at the gym. But lean, sinewy fibers. Muscles tuned to run and leap. I watched his perfect body grind into hers, his taut ass flexing as it rose and fell, his round, thinly-haired balls dancing between their legs, his rippled arms holding his weight over her, then caressing her sides. And, always, the punishing slapping of skin against skin. "Don't stop ... almost there ..." "I'm with ya, baby." Their voices startled me. Laura's was thick and ragged, not at all the clear bell I knew--in bed or out. The man's voice gave no clue to his identity, although it felt familiar. "God I love the way you fuck. I can't believe your old man ever leaves you alone." Laura grunted against the man's thrust. "Not his fault. If Tom had what you had, I wouldn't let him leave ... oh yeah, right there.... He just doesn't have what he needs to fuck me like..." Her words disappeared another groan, which rose steadily in volume. Her words burned in my gut. I think I'm handsome. I keep in shape. But I've always known I wasn't...well, I wasn't hung like some of the men I see in the locker room. Laura always said that didn't matter; the old "it's how you use it" line. I'd believed her because I needed to. But I also knew Laura had no basis for comparison. Now there was no doubt how I compared. Even from my limited vantage point, I could tell Laura's lover possessed an impressive tool. Its thickness stretched her unchallenged vagina and just the shaft he exposed each time he pulled back was far longer than mine. "Oh Josh, fill me with that god-damn cock," she begged. Josh? Who was this man whose cock had won my wife? No delivery truck sat in the driveway, no mail Jeep empty at the curb. This was obviously no rape, but who could be audacious enough to fuck my wife in my own bed. Who was he that he could inspire this passion from her? Laura's moans climbed higher. "Please, Josh ...oh, god... make me come again." Again? Before that idea could sink it, Laura's moans rose into a crashing wail. Her cry broke from her bed and swept away over me like a thousand wasps--each sting piercing my heart. I watched her body stiffen, her hips stab into her lover, her legs clench around his. Then he joined her wail with a tough, hard chant of "yes ... yes ... yes" marking each shot into her womb. I hadn't so much as brushed my own cock, yet a powerful spasm swept through me. I couldn't stifle the groan, and I staggered, falling heavily against the wall behind me. Heat washed over my groin in waves. I looked down to see the spreading stain on my pants and then back to the couple climaxing in my bed. Laura's head rose slightly over her lover's shoulder, and I knew she'd heard me. Gathering what energy I could, I fled down the hall. I thought of the car, of driving as far away as I could, but my legs collapsed when I reached the living room. I fell into the sofa. "Oh god!" Laura's cry rolled down the hallway, just as her moans had. More sounds followed, bodies and bed clothing shifting, reassuring murmurings, footsteps and even, I was sure, of kissing. "It'll be okay," I heard the man whisper. The man named Josh. Now I remembered. Josh, who lived next door. Actually, Josh's parents lived next door. Josh lived at school. We met him at the Branwards' house-warming party; I hadn't seen him again until several weeks ago. Apparently home from whatever college he attended, I'd seen him sunning himself by his parents' pool. I'd commented on it to Laura--something about the wasted weekends of youth. She told me he was there most everyday. The fact that she'd noticed him didn't surprise me. Josh was not a modest sun worshipper. Fanned out over a chaise lounge angled to face the sun that rose and fell over our house, wearing just a tight racing suit--Josh's lean, strong body gleamed beneath a coat of tanning oil. Laura told me she remembered hearing something about him being a swimmer at school, and he looked it. Last weekend he'd worn an even briefer suit, one that all but disappeared on the side and barely covered his crotch. I wondered at the time if the boy knew we could see into the pool enclosure from our house. Sitting on the curve of a cul-de-sac, our back yards are largely private. But we could still see into the Branwards' yard from parts of the back yard and from the corner window in our bedroom. The room where he'd been fucking my wife. The footsteps moved down the hall until Josh stood in the foyer. He wore cut- offs--just very short cut-offs--and I imagined I could see the tip of his cock just behind the frayed edge. He looked at me, not speaking, but also not seeming distressed. Suddenly self-conscious, I pulled my arm over my lap. "Didn't mean to hurt you, dude." His voice rang in the quiet house, deep and a bit hoarse. Then I saw it, just a bit of smirk fighting to break out at the edge of his lips. "You weren't even supposed to know. Fuck, if you hadn't come him early...." He held my gaze for another moment and then let himself out. I sat on the sofa, wondering what to do next. I felt strong enough to get out the door now. But the stain on my suit pants didn't make checking into a motel a less- humiliating option than staying where I was. I saw myself marching down the hall and demanding to know what the hell Laura thought she was doing. That idea played well in my mind, but I'd never been able to confront Laura about anything. The thought simply scared me--but not as much as my next thought, which was that Laura was about to leave me. When I looked up, Laura stood at the edge of the room. She had slipped on the red silk robe I given her on our last anniversary, but she hadn't tied it tightly. My eyes wandered down the opening, from the swelling of her breasts, to the flat stomach I loved to run my fingers over, to the wispy cloud of hair that hid her sex. The hair was flattened now, and perhaps matted. Even against the lusty scarlet of the robe, Laura's skin appeared flushed. Her black hair hung in sweaty strands. Her lips were puffy from overwork. "Oh god," I whispered and buried my head in my hands. I felt Laura's fingers trail though my hair. I opened my eyes to find her kneeling before me. "I...." She pressed her lips to mine, and I returned the kiss, suddenly grateful. I had no clue what I intended to say. She kissed me hungrily, her lips and tongue working against my own. It may have been the most passionate kiss of our marriage. When she moved her lips from mine, tears welled in my eyes. And my cock stirred. "I love you," I whispered. "I know." Her words were as wet and full as her kiss. "And I love you." Another shiver ran through me. "Then, how..." "Shssh," she breathed, her lips moving closer to my ears. "I just did." We kissed again. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and I surrendered to it. Then she laid her hand on my knee and started to slide it upward. "No!" I tried to push her hand away, but I was too slow. Her fingers found the wet and sticky wool and caressed my cock through it. She ignored my shame, and so did my cock. It grew beneath her stroking. "How long were you watching?" "A while." I turned my head to meet her gaze. I swam in the blue pools of her eyes as she studied me, stroking me through my wet pants. "What did you hear?" "I heard you moan." "I'm sure. What else?" "I heard you come with him." "Yes, I did come, didn't I." She chuckled quietly. "I guess I am built that way." Her fingers gripped my cock a bit tighter, stroking its length purposefully. "What else?" "What you said about me....'' "Tell me." "Please..." I whimpered. "Say it." "That...That I could never fuck you like he did." As I said the word "fuck," Laura grabbed my cock harder than it's ever been touched and stroked it, just once, from the base to the tip. A new shock wave roared through me. Whatever come hadn't poured into my pants the first time gushed out now. I fell back into the sofa, shaking, feeling my rib cage close around my lungs. Gentler, but still insistent, Laura's fingers milked the sperm into my pants until I had nothing left to pour out. When I was calmer, Laura brushed her hand across my cheek, marking me with my own wetness. "What Josh does for me is what Josh does for me. I don't expect it from you. But that doesn't mean I don't love you. I do. Do you understand?" "Yes, Laura...I mean no...I mean....Laura, I don't know what to think." "You'll understand. I promise." "I..." "Shssh." Her fingers touched my nose and brushed over my lips. I caught my own scent, and tasted it. Laura kissed me again. "Would you do something for me?" she murmured. "Anything." Laura stood and shrugged the robe from her shoulders. The blush of excitement clung to her flesh. She stepped closer and took my head between her hands. Her right foot settled on the cushion beside me and her body leaned in until her wispy curls tickled my nose. "Lick me." It was a request, but I could no more refuse her than I could cry out as I witnessed her adultery. My tongue reached out, cautiously, until it slipped along the swollen red labia. Laura's fingers tightened in my hair. "Lick my wet cunt," she breathed, "then I'll teach you how to play with my clit." My tongue dabbed at Josh's thick cum, which coated the flesh around her entrance. The taste was heavy, but not unpleasant as I expected. Laura moaned her encouragement, and I begin lapping at her like an overheated dog. Laura flexed her hips against my face, unleashing a fresh river of her lover's cum. It settled on my tongue and I drank it greedily. Laura tightened her hold on me and steered my mouth up her enflamed lips until I reached her magic spot. I followed her directions willingly. "Up a bit....that's it. Move your tongue in big circles...yes, like that.... Now smaller...not so fast, dammit ... just a little...yes, that's better...there...there...now harder...uh-huh....there...flick your tongue, right there...yes..." Her hands locked my head against her pelvis, crushing my face as her hips thrust in spasms of delight. Laura's cry filled this room just as it had the bedroom when she orgasmed beneath Josh's thrusting cock. Though my face was still wet with her lover's juice, I felt a rush of pride in what my tongue had accomplished. I nuzzled my face against her leg, massaging her thighs as her excitement drained. After a bit, she stepped back, standing naked and beautiful before me. She held the pose, allowing me to ravish her with my eyes. I knew the norms of our house had changed for good. We dressed for the party in near silence, but I understood clearly the messages Laura sent out as she prepared herself. Her dress was sleeveless and backless and impossible to wear with a bra. "I bought it for tonight," she teased. On her legs she unrolled silk stockings, fastening them to the garter belt she'd pulled long ago from a Christmas stocking and promptly tucked in a drawer. Then, she smoothed down her dress, making sure I noted that she was not wearing panties. "Ready," she announced, stepping into the matching heels. "Are you?" "For almost anything," I answered, wondering just how much she'd test that reply. I watched her closely at the otherwise dull party. Everyone else saw the same old Laura. More provocatively dressed, perhaps, and definitely pleasing to gaze upon. But she was Laura. Only I knew that beneath her dress was a uncovered pussy that I'd licked clean of her lover's sperm. Each time I saw her talking to a man, my mind reran the image of her kissing Josh's face. Each time she hugged an old friend, I saw her arms and legs wrapped around his hard naked body. And each time Laura caught my eye, she smiled as if she knew what pictures I was seeing. By the time we fell into bed, I was starved for her. "Three in one day?" she chuckled, as she slipped my cock to slip into her inviting canal. Although aroused, she was not the moaning dynamo I'd watched from the hallway. I knew all to well why; still, I pushed each stroke into her as deeply as I could. Laura helped me, moving against my body in ways she never had before, even as she subtly mocked my efforts. "That's right babe," she purred, "let my pussy swallow you. Slide your hard cock around inside me. Lose yourself in my pussy. Don't worry about me...just give me what you have." As I climbed closer to my peak, Laura rolled us over and raised herself almost to a sitting position atop my cock. "How about this?" she said, and closed her eyes in concentration. Instantly her muscles flexed around my cock, tugging on it as if to milk the orgasm from me. I moaned my approval as I edged closer and closer to the brink. Without interrupting her rhythm, Laura leaned forward until her mouth lay against my ear. "Josh taught me this," she whispered. Her hot breath whipped down my spine and detonated my orgasm. I thought this one would never end. Laura laughed deep in her throat, settling onto my chest even as I humped madly against her. Her hand stroked my side as the climax drained from me and we both drifted to sleep. My last conscious feeling was of my cum dripping out of her and down my thighs. In the morning, I was covered in my own dried juice. I tried a dozen times at breakfast to discuss the previous day's events, but each time I stumbled over my own scrambled emotions. Laura would simply smile at my fumblings, then go back to reading. Finally, I gave up. Laura soon began her ritual Saturday house-cleaning, wearing her most provocative outfit yet. The tank top was back, but she'd cut it off just below the swelling of her breasts. No matter what movement Laura made, I could glimpse her breasts from the top, side or bottom. A bright yellow thong covered practically nothing below her waist. She laughed at my open-mouthed stare as she began clearing the table, and again when I suggested we postpone the cleaning routine. I helped her for a couple of hours and then, desperate for any form of physical release, sought it behind the lawn mower. Instead, as I pushed the machine back and forth across the yard, I found myself gazing at Laura through our large windows, watching her bend and stretch as if dancing in some domestic strip bar. The sun beat down on me, and Laura's show magnified the heat. I tossed aside my drenched T-shirt. "Can't seem to keep myself dry," I thought, with barely a trace of sarcasm. Pushing the mower into the backyard, I caught sight of Josh. He rested on his chaise throne again, his bronzed and glowing body clad in the briefest suit I'd ever seen. With each pass across the yard, my eyes jumped from Laura to Josh, from my nearly naked wife to her nearly naked lover and back again. How easy it must have been for this man to seduce the sensuous woman who danced inside! Lying there Josh was more than merely handsome; he appeared to me to be the essence of masculinity. "What a stud," I thought, jealously. The thought became almost a mantra: the stud in his stall...waiting. Waiting to pounce. To fuck. Waiting to fuck my wife. The anger swelled, lapping at my thoughts until it engulfed my senses. A day after I'd found him on top of my wife, the anger finally showed, raw and bitter. Anger for seducing my wife, for taking her in my house, in my own bed. Anger for blaming their discovery on my unexpected arrival. I shut off the mower and stormed across the yard. I had no plan, even as the gate of the decorative fence surrounding the pool clanged shut behind me. Josh turned his head at the sound, then repositioned his face to more fully catch the sun's rays. " I need to talk to you, Josh" "So I guessed." That damned smirk again. I took a deep breath, desperate to keep a steady voice despite the pounding in my chest. "What happened...well, it happened. I don't know how you seduced Laura and I don't want to know. I simply--" "Yes you do." "What?" "You'd give your left nut to know." "I said..." Josh swung his legs around and sat up, smiling broadly. "You'd do anything to hear how I buried my cock in your wife's pussy while you have to go to sleep beatin' off." I hated his arrogance. I hated him almost as much as I hated the truth of his words. I sucked in air, fighting the vise grip strangling my lungs. My legs wobbled beneath me as my anger boiled over. "Just stay the hell away from her!" Almost before the last word was out of my mouth, Josh leaped from his chair and hit me. Not a punch--nothing so violent. Josh needed only to flick his forearm into my chest to knock me into a chaise. Hard enough to silence me, but not enough to hurt. But standing at my feet, glaring down on me with fists clenched, he looked ready to deck me if I moved. "You really had no clue, did you? I've been banging your wife for a month, and you had no fucking clue. She said you couldn't fuck, but I figured you were at least man enough to know she was getting it." I stared at Josh, trying to comprehend his words. I saw his arms swing out, and I threw up my arms to protect my face. Instead of a punch, I felt his fingers grab the waistband of my jersey shorts and rip them apart. Then he did the same to my briefs. I lay before him, clothes shredded, my cock exposed.. "Shit, I've seen bigger 12 year olds. No wonder your wife came after my cock." "Please don't do this to me..." "Don't what?" Josh laughed, deep and loud. "Don't tell you how Laura came beggin for a real cock? Don't tell you how she spread her legs for it right there where you're laying? Don't tell you how she fucked me so hard my dick hurt the next morning? Fuck you, little man--that's all you want to know. You have to know. Even your cock knows it--I'll bet you're as hard now as you've been in your whole life." It was, of course. I longed to stroke the ache, but I'd kept a shred of pride before my tormentor. "And I'll tell ya too. You wanna know?" I pulled myself up on my elbows, avoiding his stare. Could Laura have really begged for his cock? "Well, little man?" "Tell me," I whispered. "What?" "I said, Tell me!" "Shit...." Josh shook his head, as if scolding a small child. "Okay, dude, you asked for it. You were someplace, Chicago, I think she said, and Laura shows up at the fence asking if I could cut your grass. She says she doesn't want it getting all shaggy while you're gone. Hell, you'd cut it just a couple days before, but I says sure and push the mower around. I got nothin better to do and, fuck dude, your wife's hot, and I figure she must got somethin' on her mind. I'd seen her in the window every day, staring at me..." As Josh talked, I sat up, not caring that I was naked and erect. I was desperate to hear this story. "So I finish the yard, and then jump in the pool to cool off. Pretty soon Laura's standing at the edge with a big pitcher of lemonade. She's also wearing this incredible white bikini and says, all sweet and dewy, "You want some of this?" "She pours me a glass, and then asks if she can take a dip. 'Sure,' I says, and in she goes. For one lap, and then she's comin' up the steps. You know the bikini I'm talking about, little man?" Of course I did. I bought it when I took Laura to St. Martin's for our fifth anniversary. Then I cut the lining out of it, hoping to heat things up. It worked--Laura didn't speak to me the rest of the day. I only saw it that once, but I still remember how absolutely naked Laura looked when she came out of the ocean. "Yeah, you remember. So she stands there at the end of the pool, turning and stretching and turning me into a fucking rock. Then she lays down on that chaise and asks me to oil her up. Her words, dude: "Oil me up." The memory was getting to him, too; the outline of his cock pressed in his thin suit betrayed its swelling. Josh's hand reached down to shift his cock in the tight sling. His fingers lingered over the bulge. It dawned on me that Josh's little suit was actually a thong --a bright yellow one, just like the one Laura was wearing as she cleaned our house. My cock ached again. "She's damn near humping the chair as I start rubbing oil down her legs. Then she spreads her legs apart, so I run my fingers all the way up her leg until my hand bumps her pussy. And off she goes. Just like a fucking firecracker, man. Moaning and shivering like a goddamn virgin." "No... No more..." I started to push myself off the lounger but Josh's hands came down hard on my shoulders. "Shit, little man, you ain't heard what you want to hear most." His hands held me so my eyes stared straight into his barely hidden dick, its head pushing hard against the thong, a wet spot marking his excitement. "I gotta tell you what Laura said then.'' He dropped his hands, but didn't step back from the chair. His cock still filled my eyes. "When she stops moaning, she looks back at me and says she wants to see my big cock. Says she's tired of looking at it through the window. She ever say that to you? 'I wanna see your cock.' I shake my head, unable to look away from the obscene bulge before me. "You wanna see my cock, too, don't ya, little man? You wanna see the cock that's been fucking your wife." His hand fondled the fat balls stuffed in the stretched nylon. "Yes," I whispered. "Go ahead, then. Pull down my suit, just like your slut wife did." My shaking fingers slid against Josh's oily skin, barely able to grasp the waistband. Gently I stretched the elastic to clear his hard flesh, which stood straight up before my eyes. His hot, musky scent assaulted me as I studied the head of his cock--fat, like the rest of his manhood, and almost purple; a full drop of pre-cum rose at the slit. Impulsively, I leaned forward and swiped at the flesh with my tongue. I felt the drop hang on my tongue before I sucked it in and swallowed. Josh's hand grabbed the back of my head. "Laura couldn't wait to suck my dick either." His voice was hoarse and thick. "Go on--suck me like you know your wife sucked me before she begged me to fuck her." My mouth collapsed around Josh's cock. I slid my tongue and lips along his hard, thick flesh even as his story beat into my brain "I'll bet you can still taste her juice on me. My cock almost drowned in her pussy. She came before I was halfway in, and then again when my balls slapped up against her ass." I pressed my mouth further down on Josh's manhood, the head bumping against my throat. The gag reflex kicked in, so I eased up a bit, running my tongue along the shaft. Josh stumbled over a word and gasped, as I pushed down on him again. "She came four times in five minutes. I couldn't believe it. 'Course now I see why. I keep telling Laura my cock doesn't hold a candle to some guys I swim with, but I gotta be twice your size." Josh's fingers tightened in my hair as his hips began to rock. My mouth became his hand as he jerked off to the memory of his conquest. I stroked my hands over his oily legs, pausing only to massage his pulsating ass. "Oh, yeah, that feels good, little man. I can tell you like this." I tried to make some reply, but my mouth was too full of his cock and my mind too full of his story. Why was I enjoying this? And how often had Laura done to this stud exactly what I was doing? "We fucked all that afternoon. All night, too. In your bed. When she talked to you on the phone, she was sitting on my cock, squeezing it with her pussy while you yammered about some meeting." Josh's words came out slower, and he even lost his thought completely when I ran my tongue through the groove beneath his cock head. When I felt his ass tighten beneath my hand, I braced myself to accept his juice. Instead, Josh abruptly pushed me off of him. His cock out popped out like a cork from a bottle. "Gotta save it," he panted. Grabbing his towel, he wrapped it around his waist and ran out of the yard. He ran, of course, for my house. As I watched him, my eyes looked up to the bedroom window. Laura stood in the frame, watching her stud yet again. Her left hand moved under her thong, while her right fondled her breasts. She held me in her gaze, but I could make out no expression, just her hands massaging away. Then something behind her caught her attention. I watched as she turned away and molded herself into Josh's embrace, watched as his hands swept the scrap of shirt over her head and flicked the yellow strap from her ass. I grasped my rock-hard dick as I saw my wife's lover lift her off the ground, saw her legs curl around his body, saw her sex settle onto his cock. I pumped furiously, faster than she rose and fell on this young stud's fat cock. My explosion arrived quickly, too quickly, and I sprayed my seed across the concrete, over Josh's abandoned thong, down my legs. Laura and Josh were no longer visible, but through the open window I heard their chorus of moans and squeals. Unsteadily, I stood and gathered my shredded clothes. I examined them for a moment, trying to figure a way to cover myself. Finally, I wadded them into a ball and walked naked across the yards. By this point, the thought of being seen by a neighbor didn't strike me as all that humiliating. I walked straight to my bedroom, of course. There I found Laura kneeling over Josh's stomach, her lips stretched around his cock, just as my own had. I slumped against the bedroom wall, numb to everything but Laura's noisy sucking and Josh's encouragements. Laura pulled her mouth away, smiling broadly at me. Her hand moved up to pump the slightly deflated rod. "I know how tough it is to resist this cock," she said, gently. "You must've been good, too, 'cause stud boy here blew his load in about a minute. But the itch I got watching you boys play still needs scratching!" Her mouth returned to its duty. Josh groaned again as Laura ran her tongue from base to tip and then swallowed his whole length. Her lips and tongues attacked him relentlessly, repeatedly swabbing his cockhead and the sensitive underside. It took maybe a couple minutes for him to regain a full erection. Laura held his fat cock reverently and kissed it before lifting herself over it. No matter how great her itch, Laura savored this moment, sliding slowly down Josh's pole. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she sighed heavily as its length eased inside her. As she settled onto his pelvis, she rocked forward until an involuntary grunt escaped her. "Tom," she said, opening her eyes to meet my fascinated stare, "can you see why I love it so? It feels so fucking good." Slowly, she began to raise and lower herself; Josh, for his part, lay back and groaned his appreciation. I tore my eyes away from the point of their union to see my wife's body beaded with sweat, her face flushed and wet. Slowly she pushed her body up his shaft until only the tip of Josh's cock remained inside her before allowing herself to drop down against him. Each movement brought another gasp and another groan. "I'm glad you caught us, Tom." Her voice quavered, both from passion and exertion. "I don't like cheating. And now I'm not, right? I mean, you're here. You're watching. You... oh god..." Her words were swallowed up in another gasp as Josh flicked his hips just as she was sliding down his cock. "Please don't .... don't hate me... But I have to...I have to fuck this cock. I have to ... a lot. A sharp pain slid through my gut. "You ... you want me to leave?" Laura stopped suddenly, turning toward me even as Josh's cock rested deep inside her. "No," she said, her voice suddenly clear and forceful. "Look at me and hear me. I do not want you to leave this house or my life. You are my husband, and I'm not changing that." She stared at me several seconds more, motionless. Her eyes bore into me, as if searching for something. Then her voice grew more tender than I'd heard it in days--maybe even years. "Please tell me you understand." "I love you," I whispered, begging her to believe me. Her mouth opened in reply, but before any words could escape Josh thrust his pelvis against my wife, and a violent moan rose from deep within her. "I love you too," she gasped, resuming her motion, "and I love this cock." Josh's hands rose to Laura's hips, and fluidly they twisted their bodies until Josh knelt behind her. Now he set the pace. His body pummeled Laura, rocking her on her hands and knees. Her hair whipped about her face, keeping time with her full breasts. Josh leaned down after a while and shielding her body with his own. They slid against each other, the sweat lubricating their fucking. They danced from position to position, Laura on top, below, then side by side. For a woman who'd only accepted sex in the missionary position for a decade, I marveled at how much she'd learned. With each new figure, Laura told me how she'd her new-found skills--and showed me just how unawares I'd been of her activities. "This is how Josh did me in the living room against the sofa." "The last time I rode him like this was in the backyard at midnight." "We figured this one out the day you were in Washington." I watched intently, stroking my cock in time to their thrusting. Whenever the pressure began to rise in my balls, I'd relax until the rush passed, then start again. I couldn't believe how long Josh could sustain this pace. Finally, I could wait no longer. I pulled on my cock faster. I realized Laura was looking at me, her own eyes glassy and seemingly unfocused. Just as I came, she appeared to climax as well, her eyes slamming shut, her legs dripping around her lover. I couldn't help but wonder if my release had been her trigger. Unable to absorb any more, I pulled myself up, grabbed a pair of shorts and left my wife and her stud to their pleasure. Dinner was nearly ready when they appeared in the kitchen door. Hair still wet from the shower, Josh filled out a pair of my silk boxers better than I ever had; I appreciated again the allure of his chiseled chest and legs. But, as usual these days, my eyes were drawn to Laura's outfit--one of my white dress shirts open over a fire-red teddy. As she walked across the kitchen, the shirt billowed to give fleeting looks at the teddy's thong rear. When we kissed, I realized instantly that Laura's cleaning up hadn't been total. The taste of Josh's semen coated her mouth, as it now did mine. "I'm hungry," she said, with a giggle, "even though I just ate." My cock was rising again, and Laura felt it against her body. "Ummm. Feels like someone else is hungry too." I poured them each a glass of wine and handed one to Laura. I offered one to Josh, then pulled it back. "Should I even be giving you this?" For the first time I saw Josh look a bit sheepish. "I've never been carded here before." We all laughed and I gave him the glass. Laura said Josh would be 21 in a few weeks and had just finished his junior year at the state university. As we ate, I also learned that Josh did indeed swim for State, but was not among the team's elite swimmers and was in fact considering not going back to State. He had a girlfriend at school, but no one locally ("Only me," Laura added quickly). His parents traveled often, and were even now at their vacation home somewhere out west. Laura was not the first older woman who'd had an affair with him, but "she's by far the hottest woman I've ever been in bed with." I tried not to feel the sting of his words. Laura admitted that she'd seen Josh sunning himself on his first day home and "surprised myself by having to immediately change my panties. I watched him from the window every day and fantasized about him every night. That's when I started coming on to you and, after you had your release, I'd rub myself until I came. When you went to Chicago, I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to masturbate twice just to calm down enough to put on that bikini. I was ready to walk across the yard nude and throw myself in front of him." As she talked, Laura reached over to Josh lap and ran her hands over his hardening tool. "We've fucked almost every day since--certainly every day you went to the office. Luckily," she grinned, "you've worked a lot of Saturdays. Usually we fucked from the late morning into the early afternoon, so I could clean up by the time you got home. You caught us because I got greedy; I wanted to get another shot of his cock before the long weekend." Each new revelation seemed to release an electrical charge directly into my groin. Across the table, Laura had moved her chair closer to Josh, and played absently with the tower of flesh that rose from the center of my boxers. I forced myself to not pull out my own erection. Laura fell quiet for a moment, then walked over to me. Kneeling beside me, she kissed my ear as her hand ran down my chest. She rested it against my aching cock. I longed for her to fondle me as she had Josh, but in her eyes I saw another purpose. "I have two things to ask you," she said, quietly, and without any trace of self- consciousness. "You have every right to say no, but I hope you won't. I don't want to choose between you." "Go on." "I want your blessing to keep Josh as my lover. I need his cock in me as often as I can, but I don't want to hide it from you. This is what it boils down to: I want to love you --even make love to you--but I want to fuck him. Can you handle that?" "Yes." The clarity of my answer surprised me. Laura too, I think. "Are you sure? Josh makes me want things I'd never thought of before. I say things you may wish I didn't." "What's the second question?" Laura kissed me and brushed her hand over my chest. "The second question is will you let Josh spend the night tonight--" Her fingers rose to my lips as I started to speak. "Wait," she said. "I want him to spend the night with me. In our bed. Just the two of us." "And I...?" "I will never ask you to leave this house. I thought you could sleep in the guest room." That's where Laura found me an hour later, smoothing out the blanket on what would be my bed for the night. "Can I come in?" As I looked up, Laura let the dress shirt slide off her arms. Wearing just the teddy, she posed in the doorway before stepping into my open arms. Our kiss was wet and passionate; her warm body radiated into me. "You okay?" Her breathy words ran down my spine. It's one of her favorite tricks with me. "So far. We'll see how nuts I get when you two get loud." "I'll leave the door open just for you. And I put a bottle of baby oil in your nightstand. You're gonna get chafed." We kissed again, slowly and hot. When she stepped back, her face showed a new flush. Her eyelids drooped and her lips appeared red and full. Beneath the teddy I could see her nipples coming erect. "Strip me," she commanded, in a low, thick voice. "Prepare me for my lover's fat, strong cock." I'd been warned, but Laura's words still stung my ego. Yet their effect was undeniable. My cock sprang up instantly even as her words burned in my gut. I hooked two fingers through the teddy's shoulder straps, and dragged them down her arm. Kneeling as I pulled, I watched the sheer fabric peel away from her full round breasts, then her flat smooth stomach before, finally, slipping out of her damp hot pussy. The smell of her arousal instantly filled the room, and I drew in a deep breath. I leaned forward, eager to lick her sex, but her hand stopped me. "Maybe in the morning," she said. Then my naked wife turned and walked out of the room. Through the open doors I heard the unmistakable rip of cloth, followed by Laura's voice. "Don't ever hide that cock when I need to be fucked." I knew tomorrow I'd find my silk shorts in tatters. After that their words grew muddy, drowned in a chorus of the moans and grunts and sobs that rose and fell over the hours. True to her word, Laura's first orgasm came with a piercing wail that rang in the hall and in my cell and in my ears. Waves of envy and delight rushed through me as my hand worked over my well-oiled cock. I stroked myself to two rapid orgasms as I listened. Then I drifted into an exhausted sleep, unable to even to clean myself up. Twice their frenzy startled me out of sleep. The first time was Josh crying that he couldn't hold back and Laura begging him to fill her mouth. "Feed me," she wailed. I couldn't tell if they'd turned up the volume for my benefit or not, but it didn't matter. I treated myself to another baby oil rubdown as I listened to Laura receive her present and their cries change to mewings. I awoke early, alert for their sounds. But the house was quiet. I stumbled out of the bedroom, heading for the kitchen. As I passed my bedroom--their bedroom--I glanced toward the bed. The view stopped me, shaking me almost as much as when I first witnessed their sex. Naked, Laura lay tucked against Josh's side, her breasts pressed into his flesh, her left leg hooked over his right. Her hair spread out behind her, messy and damp with sweat. Josh rested on his back, his head tilted against Laura's, which his left arm pillowed. His blond dusting of chest hair appeared dark, plastered to his chest. Even asleep, his cock looked enlarged and ready. Laura's left hand nestled just under it. I forced myself into the kitchen, even as the vision of my wife and her lover seared into my memory. I'd finished my third cup of coffee when Josh appeared in the doorway. He hadn't dressed. "Laura says to tell you that your breakfast is ready." I found her on her back, legs bent and spread wide. Everywhere I saw the evidence of Josh's assault. She dropped a finger into the wet opening, then drew a trail of white syrup all the way up to her breast. "Feel like breakfast in bed, Tom?" I felt Josh's presence behind me and heard him chuckle softly. I crawled over the bed's baseboard and positioned myself between Laura's legs. I stared at my wife's body, the skin blotchy from the exertion and Josh's handling. Yet the only thought that passed through my mind was how beautiful she looked. My cock stirred in anticipation. "Was it what you wanted," I asked. "Oh yes," Laura whimpered, as I leaned closer and let my tongue tickle the engorged labia before me. "And this is too." I had barely wet my lips when Josh's weight settled next to us. Unfazed, I ran my tongue over my wife's flesh, instantly tasting her lover's leavings. I licked again, lightly, wanting to tease Laura. Wanting to hear her moan for me. Instead I heard Josh give out a snort that mixed amusement and disgust. Distracted form my task, I looked up to see him shaking his head. "I don't get it, dude. Where's your self-respect?" I sat back on my knees and met his look of disgust. Laura lay quietly, her legs still spread before me, but I could feel her eyes on me. I waited, choosing my words carefully. "I don't expect you to understand," I said. I felt no anger toward him, and no embarrassment, either; in fact, I felt more at peace than I had in three days. "The only person you love, Josh, is you. And you should. It'd be hard not to at your age. Or with obvious attributes." I took a deep breath and brushed my hand over the bend in Laura's leg. "But if I can't satisfy Laura with the body I have, I won't keep her from finding it with yours. All I ever wanted is to make Laura happy. And I'll be here to do whatever makes her happy. Even this." Josh reply was to shake his head again--just about what I expected. But as I laid myself back between Laura's legs, her hands reached down and caught my head. Firmly, she directed me upward until I was lying on top of her. Her arms closed around me, and we kissed deeply. My stiff cock pressed against her wet pussy, soaking the shorts I wore. "Take those off, and make me happy," she whispered. As I slid down the waistband, Laura turned to her lower. "Josh, you know where Tom keeps his pants. How about sliding on a pair and seeing yourself to the door. I'd like to spend some time with my husband." Josh may have watched us for a time; I didn't notice. Laura guided my stiff cock into her flooded canal. Her legs locked behind mine--just as I had seen them clasped around Josh that first time. I thrust myself forward, and I heard a little "oompf" escape her lips. Then I saw her smile, just before I laid my lips over hers. The End Clark/Stud Next Door/29 8215 1.54/512345