Neighbor Games (Cuckolding Shorts Book 6) (2 page)

I stumbled into the house, and went to the bathroom. In the mirror I looked wan and tired. I washed my face, and swished some toothpaste around my mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit. Finally, reluctantly, I went back outside.  

They had moved away from the hot tub, and were now on the main deck. Becky was on her back on some cushions, and Don was between her widely spread legs fucking her vigorously. Don was raised up on his arms, and Anita was leaning across Becky's chest sucking her tits deep into her mouth.    

Between Don's cock and Anita's attention, Becky was going wild, like nothing I’d ever seen. Her head was swaying back and forth, whipping her blond hair from side to side. She was also moaning so loud that I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear her.  

Anita looked up when I came back out on the deck, and she signaled me over. I approached them. Anita reached up and pulled me down beside them.  

"Look at her," Anita whispered in my ear. "Look how hot she is."  

I nodded. Becky did look hot. She looked like a total slut. With her fuck-drunk expression, wet, bouncing boobs, and sounds of passion, she was sex personified.  

"Look at this," Anita said, taking me by the hand.  

She led me around toward their feet. I knew what she was going to show me, and I didn't want to see it, but I didn't have the strength to refuse. Anita pressed my head down between their legs. There right past Don's sweaty, thrusting butt, was Becky's stretched, puffy pussy. Mesmerized, I watched as Don's cock plowed into my wife's tight hole. Her pussy lips were stretched to the limit, and clung obscenely to his cock as it went in and pulled out. I could also see and smell how wet she was, and with each thrust, his cock made a loud, slurping sound. As I watched my wife get fucked, Anita reached between my legs and started stroking my flaccid cock, but I had nothing left.  

When I finally pushed her hand away, Anita hissed at me, "He's made her come five times. You owe me."  

She pulled me by the hair down between her legs as she lay back on a nearby deck lounger. I was totally humiliated now, my spirit broken. They had tricked me, but I was the one who had come in thirty seconds and was now watching Don going on thirty minutes with my wife, fucking her like I never had.

Anita pressed my face down against her wet snatch. Rather than fight, I started licking her wet folds. She smelled musky, and tasted salty from my come. But I persevered and soon Anita was bucking and grinding her groin against my face. I slid one finger, then two, then three into her sloppy hole as I licked her clit. That really seemed to get Anita going, and before long I could feel her pussy convulsing on my fingers as she came.  

While Anita was coming down, I looked over at Don and Becky. His cock was now a blur, pistoning into Becky's pussy like a jackhammer. At one point, his cock popped out, and before he could put it back in, Becky reached down and stroked him with her hand. Then she shimmied down beneath him until her face was even with his cock, and to my astonishment sucked the head of his slimy prick deep into her mouth. I could not believe what I was seeing since Becky has always been conservative about oral sex and much too squeamish to suck me off after I've been inside her. But now, suddenly, she was devouring Don's massive dick, and from her moans, obviously enjoying the taste of her juices mixed with his pre-come.  

"Oh God, baby, that feels so good," he moaned as she crammed more and more of his thick shaft into her mouth.  

As she sucked him, she also stroked his shaft and fondled his balls. And then suddenly, he grunted loudly, and Becky started gulping as she tried to swallow his load. After a couple of seconds, though, it was obvious he was too much for her, and she pulled his cock from her mouth and let him shoot another series of thick streams all over her face. She was quite a sight, her face covered in come, and her mouth full of his sticky jism. For a while, she continued to lick and suck his cock until she had eaten most of his load.  

When she was done, Don rolled onto his back and tried to catch his breath. Becky slowly got up and stumbled over to the railing by the pool. She stared out into the night sky, probably unable to believe what she had just done.  

I hoped it was all over, but it was really just beginning. Don quickly got up and approached Becky, his big dick sticking straight out in front of him. Becky didn't even see him coming until he put his hand on the small of her back bending her over the rail and walked that big slab of meat into her already-ravished hole. Becky gasped and looked over her shoulder in surprise, and then with a loud sigh she grasped the rail and spread her legs wider for him.  

I looked up at Anita bewildered.  

"Oh, he's just starting. Don can go all night, especially with some fresh meat," she said with a smirk.  

Then before I could protest, she pulled my head back down between her legs.

"Now get back to work!" she ordered.  

Humiliated, I went back to eating her out as her husband screwed my wife. I licked her snatch until my jaw was sore, and my fingers cramped from finger fucking her. After I'd made her come another three times, she finally let me up and told me she'd had enough, "for now."  

I looked back at the railing where I'd last seen Becky, but neither she nor Don were to be seen. I looked back at Anita quizzically, and she motioned toward the house before contentedly closing her eyes and dozing off.  

I stepped into their house. They were not in the living room, but I thought I heard some noises coming from upstairs. I went up to the second floor, and the sound became clearer, coming from the master bedroom.  

Don and Becky were on the bed. She had her legs up over his shoulders, and he was giving her the business again. I looked over at the alarm clock by the bed, and was shocked to see it was 2:30am. They'd been at it for over 3 hours. Don was grunting and sweating, and Becky was moaning and mewling submissively.

As I watched, I could see why Don was so turned on. Becky was this innocent little, blond wife with a killer body being totally turned out by his sexual prowess. I imagined that Don particularly got a kick out of cuckolding me, and probably had a fetish for seducing married women. I wanted to tear him off her, but I knew that was impossible. I'd triggered all of this by sampling Anita's charms, and Becky was now enjoying this too much and too obviously for me to even think about making a scene.

I was so weary that I could barely stand up straight. I slumped down into an armchair in the bedroom and before I knew it, I nodded off.   

***

I awoke with a start. My back was sore from sleep in the chair. I looked out the window to see the sky brightening with the approaching dawn.  

All three of them were now on the bed, lying side by side. Becky was sandwiched between them, face-to-face with Anita while Don spooned her from behind. Don was fucking my wife again, sliding into her with long, slow strokes. He reached around and fondled her large breasts. Anita and Becky were kissing passionately, and Anita had her hand down between Becky's legs rubbing her clit in time with her husband’s strokes.  

Becky was moaning in pleasure. "Ooooohhhhhhh Gaaawhd," she croaked out, in a long, drawn out fashion.  

Anita kissed her wetly, and for a while, they tongues wrestled visibly. Then suddenly Becky let out a series of short, sharp gasps, and I realized she was coming again. That seemed to push Don over the edge, because he responded by rutting spasmodically into my wife's pussy until he groaned and then went silent.  

For a while, the three of them writhed together on the bed, slowing coming down from their sexual high, and reveling in the afterglow of a night of sex.  

"Did you enjoy that?" Anita asked.  

Becky smiled broadly with her eyes closed. "Mmmm, mmmm," she moaned by way of response.  

Gently, Don withdrew his shaft from her abused cunt. Becky groaned as the head popped out. Then with a sleepy look on her face, she looked up to see me in the chair.  

"Maybe, we should go," I said softly.  

Becky nodded and untangled herself from Don and Anita's limbs. We found our clothes downstairs and dressed quickly. Then we silently walked back to our house. Becky immediately went to bed, and slept the whole day away. I fell asleep on the living room couch and nursed my hangover watching pre-season football on the TV.   

***

I realized Becky was awake when I heard the shower running. A few minutes later, she came out, dressed casually in jeans shorts and a t-shirt, her still-wet hair brushed out simply. She had circles under her eyes, but looked fresh and innocent despite that, not at all the fuck-hungry slut from the previous night. She looked up at me sheepishly.  

I looked her up and down, seeking out some sort of mark of Cain, but there was none. I was in emotional turmoil, jealous, resentful, guilty, angry, and frightened of losing her all at once. I despised her and loved her. Was repulsed and unquestionably attracted.

Becky seemed to read my mind. "Some night, eh?" she said.  

"Yeah," I muttered.  

"Maybe, we shouldn't drink so much."  

"That's probably a good idea," I replied. "Maybe we shouldn't see Don and Anita anymore either."  

Becky frowned slightly. "If that's what you want. But I don't think one night of drunken stupidity should ruin a friendship. I mean, we all showed bad judgment. I bet they are as mortified as we are."

"You're probably right," I said grudgingly, not at all convinced. Anita and Don had both seemed somehow more calculating than drunk throughout.  

We stared at each other for a few moments, and then as if by instinct moved together. We held each other tight.  

"I love you," I whispered.  

"I know," Becky replied, "I love you too."   

Becky and I eased back into our normal relationship, although there was definitely an unspoken tension in the air. I resented her hours upon hours of sex with Don, and she blamed me for the whole out-of-control situation in the first place. Neither of us ever came out and verbalized our feelings, but it was right beneath the surface, palpable.  

Don and Anita didn't call us right away. The following Thursday evening, though, we noticed that they were having their usual neighborhood happy hour on their deck.  

"Should we go over?" Becky asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "I still feel weird."  

Becky sighed.  "Look, we can't have this over our heads forever. They're our neighbors.  If we can't bear to see them, we should probably move."  

"You're right, you're right," I conceded, "but let's only stay a little while."  

Becky nodded affirmatively.  

Apprehensively, we walked across to their house, and went up the stairs to their deck. Anita spotted us first, and raised an eyebrow at Don who looked over in our direction. Then, as if on cue, both of them smiled brightly and descended upon us.  

"Oh, I'm so happy you're here," Anita gushed.  

"Good to see you," Don said to me over a manly handshake as he handed me one of his patented margaritas.  

It was little awkward at first, knowing what had transpired between us. But as the evening went by, we got more comfortable, and it actually gave me a secret little thrill to check out Anita's body knowing I'd been inside her.

Rather than leaving early, we actually stayed late. When all the other neighbors left, the four of us stayed on the deck enjoying the summer breeze, and relaxing in each other's presence.

Becky and I headed back to our house around 11:00pm, and climbed into bed. I kissed Becky goodnight, and that quickly escalated into a lively session of love-making, our first since the night with Don and Anita. Becky was as tight as ever, something I realized I'd been worried about for the most of the week. It wasn't great sex, but it was good, and it was sex. As we did it, I thought momentarily about Anita, and I wondered if Becky was thinking about Don, but then I came, and my orgasm washed away all those thoughts.   

***

Saturday, I took the train into the office to try to catch up on some of the work that had piled up due to the fire. I told Becky I'd be home late, but around noon I got a splitting headache and went home.  

Becky was out running errands, and I took some aspirin and crawled into bed for a nap. I woke up when I heard the car door slam. Then a few moments later, I heard the front door open and Becky walk in. I got up, but then I heard her talking. It only took me a second to realize it was Anita's voice.  

We have a small house, and when the bedroom door is open, it is possible to hear any conversation in the house. I stood near the door listening to see if Anita was going to be leaving soon. If she was, I was going to pop out to say hello, but if it sounded like she was going to stay, I was planning to jump back into bed and try to get some more sleep.  

Becky and Anita went back and forth to the car a couple of times to unload the groceries. They were mostly talking about shopping at first, but after the they brought in the last load, they started talking about that night.

Becky was obviously uncomfortable talking about it, but Anita was persistent, convincing her it was just "girl to girl."  

"I thought Jeff was going to shit when he saw Donnie coming up behind you," Anita said with a laugh.

"I still can't believe that happened," Becky replied. "I can't believe I let it happen."

"Don't blame yourself. You just got caught up in the moment."  

"I don't blame myself. Well, not much. I blame Jeff mostly. And you," Becky said.  

"Don't blame me, honey. You're the one who was prancing around in that bikini. I never guessed you'd actually wear it. And you were the one getting all soulful with Donnie in the pool."

"We were just talking," Becky replied defensively.  

"About what?"  

Becky paused. "Sex, I guess, but talking about it and doing it are two different things."  

"Not completely. Talking is part of sex. You know what they say about the brain being the sexiest organ."

"Anyway, you and Jeff started it," Becky replied.  

Anita laughed. "Why are you looking for someone to blame? Didn't you enjoy it?"

"I never would have started it," Becky sputtered, "and I wouldn't have done it if we weren't drunk. And I would never do it again."  

"That's not what I asked. I asked if you enjoyed it."  

Becky didn't answer for while. I stepped out into the hallway and edged closer to the kitchen until I could just see their reflections off the glass patio door.  

"I mean seriously," Anita continued, "didn't you enjoy it just a bit?"  

Becky tried to keep a straight face, but then she smiled. "Well, maybe a little."

Anita smiled in return. "You know, we always tell guys that size doesn't matter, but it sort of does, right?"

Becky just grinned.  

"I remember the first time I did it with Don," Anita continued, "I thought I had died and gone to heaven."  

"It wasn't that good!" Becky exclaimed.  

"No?" Anita asked, surprised.  

"Well, maybe it was pretty good.... okay very.... okay amazing," Becky finally gushed.

They giggled like schoolgirls for a few moments.  

"Oh God, when he first put it in," Becky added, warming to the topic, "I thought I was going to explode. I actually had to look back because I could not believe that was actually his cock. And when I saw it was, it totally set me off."  

"It is nine-and-a-half inches long and nearly seven inches around," Anita replied. "A lot of women can't take it all, but those who can usually can't get enough."  

"But it's not just the size," Becky said, her words streaming out fervently, "it's also his stamina."  

"Better than Jeff?" Anita said mockingly.  

Becky just rolled her eyes. "What he gave you was about average. I usually don't get off before he's done. But Don... oh God, Don... he just went on and on. And even after he came, he was hard again in minutes."  

"Not bad for an old guy, eh?"  

"Not bad for a teenager. After a while, I kept expecting it to end any minute, but when it didn't it just made me hotter. I've never had a sexual high last that long."  

Becky finally stopped yammering, and the two women stared at each other for a few moments.

"So?" Anita asked simply.

"So what?"  

"So, when are we going to do it again?"  

"Oh, Anita, I couldn't. I just couldn't. Jeff wouldn't allow it, and I just couldn't."  

"I can take care of Jeff," Anita said with a sly grin. "And then after a minute or two, come over and join you and Don."  

Becky giggled for a second, but then caught herself. Straightening her shoulders, she said firmly, "No, Anita. No." But then a slight smile came across her face. Anita smiled too. They went back to talking about shopping, as I slinked back into the bedroom and pulled the covers over my head.   

***

That night, Becky and I started to fool around. I caressed her amazing body, relishing the feel of her full breasts. She was very turned on. I could feel her hot breath against my neck as we rubbed against one another. And then I was suddenly struck with the thought that she was fantasizing about Don. I tried to get that thought out of my head, but all I could picture was Don between her legs, and her meaningful smile as she spoke to Anita. For the first time in my life, I completely shriveled and no amount of coaxing from Becky could get me up. Finally, after a little while, I pleaded that I had a headache and turned away.

After that night, my confidence completely deserted me. Becky tried to initiate sex a couple of times during the week, but I turned her away, knowing it would only result in humiliating failure. I knew Becky was getting upset. I overheard her whispering on the phone several times, only to have her hang up hurriedly if I approached. I could only assume she was talking to her sister or Anita, the only two people she really confided in.

I knew I probably should get counseling, but I figured I was just in a funk and that it would go away. But her feelings about Don became something of an obsession for me. Every time she looked at me, I assumed she was comparing me to Don. And whenever I thought about sex, I was convinced she’d measure me against Don, and find me wanting.  

***

That Sunday, I started watching football at 1:00pm, and I also started drinking beers. Drinking was one of the few things that got my mind away from thinking about Becky and Don. By the time the second game was over, I had gone through a couple of six packs, and I was pretty blasted. I was sort of slipping in and out of awareness, when suddenly the doorbell rang.  Becky answered it, and Don and Anita walked in.  

"Aren't you going to say hi to our dinner guests?" Becky asked as I stared bleary eyed.  

"Hi," I slurred. I had totally forgotten about dinner.

Anita shot a grin over at Don, and Becky shook her head. Don sat down next to me on the couch and clapped me on the shoulder.  

"How you doin', buddy?" he asked.  

I muttered something vaguely unintelligible in response, prompting Don to get up and grab a couple of beers from the fridge and hand me one.  

"Don't you think he's had enough," Becky snapped as if I weren't even in the room.

Don laughed. "I don't think one more is going to make a difference."  

I was ashamed to have them see me like this, but that only made me want to drown my sorrows even more. Don was talking to me, but I could not easily make out what he was saying. I was too drunk to follow a conversation, and each word he said came at me individually as if at random. I nodded my head, and tried to speak, but I could not quite seem to make my tongue form any sounds.  

After a while, Becky announced that dinner was ready. I thought about getting up, but instead I sort of collapsed onto the sofa. Don tried to lift me up by the arm, but I could not seem to find my balance.  

"Oh just leave him there," Becky said to Don after a couple of seconds.  

As I lay on the couch, I tried to pay attention to the dinner conversation, but it was just too much work. I stared at the TV, but it was too tiring to pay attention. Finally I closed my eyes, feeling the room spinning around me. For the next hour, I made out random noises: the sound of forks and knives against dishes, laughter, the electric blender, water running.

I awoke out of my half-sleep to find Anita sitting beside me. Still badly drunk, I felt suddenly felt half-way lucid. I looked around, but Don and Anita were nowhere to be seen, and then I looked into the kitchen and there they were doing dishes side by side.  

"They look nice together, don't they?" Anita said curiously.

"What?" I muttered as if through gauze.  

"Donnie and Becky, although Becky would look good with anyone with that blond hair and big tits."  

"Leave me alone," I hissed, sounding more forlorn than authoritative.  

She leaned down close to me, her mouth near my ear. I could feel her hot breath.

"You know, he's gonna have her," she whispered in my ear.  

"No," I said, but she quickly clamped her hand over my mouth. I was too weak to push her away.

"That's right. He's going to take her right here in your house, right in your own bed."

I managed to pushed her away and sit up. I looked over into the kitchen. Don was pressed up behind Becky, his hands under her shirt as he played with her tits. Becky had a dreamy look on her face. She turned her head toward Don and they started kissing wetly.

She started thrusting her butt against his crotch. Don took that as an invitation to reach down the front of her shorts. After a moment, Becky gasped, and judging from the way he was moving his hand, he was playing with her pussy. Becky reached behind her and rubbed his crotch, stroking his long shaft through his pants.  

"Hey!" I managed to choke out.  

Becky looked over at me and giggled. She seemed ready to let Don fuck her right then and there. But Don must have felt bad for me -- not bad enough to not fuck my wife, but bad enough to not want to do it in front on me -- because he took her by the hand and led her toward our bedroom. Watching the two off them walk away hand-in-hand broke what little spirit I had left.

The thin walls of our small house gave little privacy, and in moments I could hear Becky moaning softly as Don did God-knows-what to her. I tried to get up, but I was still drunk, and Anita yanked me back on the sofa.  

She moved in close.

"Doesn't it turn you to think about what Don is doing to little Becky right about now? If I know him, he's probably eating her hot, little box, getting her nice and wet for his big cock."