Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Neighbors Cock 5

I slowly walked back into the living room, trying to shed the expression of arousal from my face. Anna was waiting for me.

"Who was that?"

I acted nonchalantly, "Bob, he needs your help with a casserole."

Her face flushed red almost immediately. I was sure, she too, suspected an ulterior motive. "What ... right now?"

I nodded, "Yeah. He needs it for a party hes going to tomorrow, said hes butchering it - needs a woman's touch." I tried acting cool, as if the request was completely of the norm.

I suddenly realized that she was already dressed for bed, wearing a sheer nightie that her tits loved to bounce around in. It wasn't exactly erotic lingerie, but it wasn't something you'd wear anywhere other than in your own home. The look on her face was one of excitement, confusion. "I- I guess I can help. I'll change real quick."

"No." I said, "You'll only be a minute." I gave her a knowing look.

She stood, blushing. "I- I don't know Tim. This isn't appropriate", pointing to her outfit.

"Really? That's the most clothes you've worn around him since we moved in." I said it jokingly, but my dick was stirring at the thought of her going over in her silken fabric.

She smiled, "Alright babe. If you say so.", she slowly walked to the rear, and opened the door in a teasing fashion, giving me one last look as she headed outside - a naughty grin on her face. "Gonna go help with a casserole." she said it almost as if she knew that wasn't all that was waiting for her at Bob's house.

I loved this woman. I watched in slow motion as she strode across the yard, approaching his house.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Bob, he opened the rear door, shirtless and full of presence. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, it seemed.

They smiled at each other, Anna blushed, and he put his arm around her waist, ushering her inside. Suddenly, she was out of my sight.

I scrambled for a view into his kitchen, but the blinds were closed. The light from inside was barely bleeding through the edges of the window.

My heart suddenly began to beat faster, but I forced myself to take a seat on the couch, and wait. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. All the television in the world couldn't make my mind shift gears. In a moment of fear I ran upstairs to get a terrified look into his bedroom, darkness, curtains open. I guess they were actually in the kitchen.

Another ten minutes passed, and I began pacing around the living room. After nearly 45 minutes had passed my mind got the best of me. I headed out the back door, slowly walking through the yard - trying to get a look into his kitchen. The light was on and it looked like there were some pots on the stove, but there was no sign of Bob or my wife.

living room window.

thing I noticed was that my wife's nightie was pulled down to her waist - her beautiful big tits exposed. Bobs massive mitts were pawing them, massaging them, pinching her nipples. I could make out my wife's faint moans through the glass as she titled her head back in pleasure. In a horror I realized that Bobs shorts were around his ankles, and his massive cock was exposed and towering upwards, impossibly big. I nearly collapsed when I saw Anna's delicate hand was wrapped around it. She was pumping him, her fingers slowly massaging up and down his impressive shaft. His hefty scrotum jostling up and down with her strokes. Her small fingers had no way of encircling all the way around his thick girth, but she stroked him passionately

mouth had gone dry, my eyes wide, my knees weak - but before I could even react, Bob exploded. I witnessed his incredibly heavy balls pull upwards, pulsing, as a torrent of his cum unloaded from

in delight, groaning as he came from my wife's touch. I ducked back behind the wall, listening, stunned. My wife spoke, sultrily and aroused, "Wow

darling. It's these big balls of mine." He paused, continuing. "God, that was fucking great." He laughed. "Can't tell you how badly I've wanted us to do something like that. You have a magical

them standing up, "Tim gets a kick out of you being a naughty girl, Anna. He's gonna love it." She nervously walked out of my line of

the couch in

I saw my disheveled wife walk into the room. Her hair was a mess, and her breathing heavy. The nightie was

never been so attracted to her. I stood, saying nothing. I grabbed her by the arm and threw her down on the

a sopping wet pussy, I flipped her over and buried myself in her sex with an unbelievable urgency. I

fucking love it when you act like a slut." I slapped her ass harder than I ever

Oh no!

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little slut?" I grabbed her hips, and pounded into her with

She was overcome with shame, confused by my knowledge, but her pussy was gushing with her wetness. She was

her pussy contracting violently, she screamed into the fabric of

eruption, and I

slowly rolled off of each other,

looked at her, "Tell me what happened.

were in his kitchen, mostly." She was stuttering

baby, I want

boobs... It... It kinda got me kinda hot, and i was too embarrassed to

couldn't believe it. "Did he say

um, he just said that he loves my tits, and that he can't get

a few minutes. I turned but before I could try to leave he pulled me into the living room sat me

was blushing deeply, fidgeting in her seat as she explained it, "H-He kept playing with my boobs, and I just

getting hard again - hanging on

was deep, her eyes avoiding mine, "He asked me