by Vivi King
“I’m in the study,” I called back, rising to my feet as the man I loved stood nervously in the doorway.
“Is it all over?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
“I think so,” I replied. “He’s gone.”
Pete’s eyes began to scour my body as if looking for evidence of the fornication that must have taken place. From my flushed face and chest and the aroma of sex that must have clung to me, this would not be hard to find.
“Did you let him...” he began.
“Fuck me?” I finished his question. “Yes Pete. He fucked me.”
“Was it good?”
“It was one of the best I’ve ever had, Pete. It was a good farewell fuck.”
He winced then asked:
“It really was farewell?”
I nodded.
“So your plan worked?” he asked. "Whatver it was?"
I took a deep breath.
“Yes Pete. It worked better than I expected.”
He looked into my eyes. From his expression he was desperate to know more; to hear more about what had just taken place in his house, in his bedroom, in his bed and with his wife.
A wave of anxiety washed over me. Was this a step too far? Would it actually alienate my husband?
Or would it be the first step along the road we both wanted the rest of our lives to follow?
There was only one thing I could do now and I had to do it.
Though I was by no means certain what the outcome would be, I had to trust the man I loved. In one way, my husband would be fulfilling his long-expressed fantasy. In another I would be putting our entire future at risk.
But it was a risk I had to take.
I placed my hand on the desktop pc. Pete’s eyes followed the movement. Then I placed a small flash drive on the table in front of him and said softly, my hand on his shoulder.
“This is for you. It’s not exactly what you asked for but it’s a step on the way.”
“You mean...?”
“It’s a sex tape Pete. It’s me and Will in our bed. He’s fucking the life out of me Pete and I’m cumming hard. It’s what you said you wanted to see.”
“But...”
“It hasn’t been edited; there’s been no time so it’s just the raw files from the cameras. I hope it gives you a little of what you need.”
Pete looked up at me, stunned. I kissed him on the cheek as I whispered:
“I’m going out for a while. Take your time.”
“Penny...”
“They say you should always be careful what you wish for, Pete.”
***
For an hour I pounded the footpaths that led into and through the woodland near out house. My body ached from the fucking it had received and I could feel something gooey seeping from my vulva as I ran but there was nothing else I could think of to kill the time.
Whether I was running away from the past or towards the future I don’t know but I was sure I couldn’t be in the house when Pete watched the video I had genuinely taken of Will fucking me half senseless in out bed.
When I entered the house an hour later, the sweat from my run had mingled with the sweat from Will’s fucking and the sticky evidence between my thighs.
Pete was sitting at his desk, the large computer screen glowing before him. There was a whisky glass next to his right hand and a half empty decanter alongside it. There was no water to be seen.
He did not turn to greet me as I entered the room.
“Hi,” I said tentatively, unsure what my reception might be.
“Hi,” he replied flatly, turning on the swivel seat but still not looking at me.
His face was pale, his eyes red as if he had been crying.
“They say you should be careful what you wish for,” he said flatly.
“You’ve watched it?”
“All of it,” he replied unemotionally.
“Are you upset?” I asked, moving a little closer.
I put my hand on his shoulder. He winced and moved away, then thought better of it and sat back. A moment later his fingers were on mine, his eyes fixed on the blank screen.
“I honestly don’t know how I feel,” he said. “It’s either the worst day of my life or the best one. Or both all at once.”
“It’s what you said you wanted.”
I told him this quietly but firmly though in truth there was no sign of him reacting angrily.
“Did you... enjoy watching?” I asked. “You’ve wanted to for a long time.”
He laughed hollowly.
“I don’t think enjoy is the right word.”
“Okay then, was it all you wanted it to be?”
Pete pushed back in his chair and swivelled towards me. Instinctively I knelt next to him, still holding his hand. Our heads level, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. He tasted salty; he had been crying.
“It was the most erotic experience of my entire life,” he said, looking me in the eyes. “And the most
painful.”
“Not what you expected?”
He took a deep breath.
“The thrill; the excitement was greater than anything I had ever imagined. Even though it was only on video, actually watching you cum on another man’s cock really was as good as I had imagined it to be but...”
“But...” I prompted.
“But the pain and jealousy were pure, unadulterated agony, Penn. In all our fantasies I never imagined I could feel so conflicted; so aroused yet so angry and jealous all at the same time. Even when you told me about Darren and Will – even all those times with that shit Tony – it was still somehow just a story. Now I’ve seen it for real...”
He let the words hang in the air.
“And in our bed in our bedroom too.”
"I didn;t do it there to hurt you. I couldn't get the cameras in place anyhere else," I told him truthfully.
There was silence between us though he did not let go of my hand. I leaned towards him, our heads touched then nuzzled together.
“At least I finally understand what it really means for you,” he said after a minute or two. “I’ve never seen you lose it like that in all the time I’ve known you.”
“Does it hurt to see me doing it?”
“Of course it does! But in a perverse way it helps too.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Well I can see for myself that it’s just sex. It’s just physical. There was no love there, just raw, animal fucking.”
“That’s all it was ever supposed to be,” I told him. “Tony was different; he was a friend I cared for and
who I thought cared for me. I thought he loved me; I let myself fall in love with him. Tony was a mistake in so many ways.”
“You can say that again,” he laughed mirthlessly.
We stared at the blank screen together for a full minute.
“Does really good fucking inevitably lead to love?” Pete asked.
“It needn’t lead to it,” I told him. “Not if we keep our promises to each other.”
“The Geneva Convention?” he snorted.
“Pete, if you want it all to stop here, it will stop here,” I said, meaning every word. “Now you’ve seen what it’s like, I’ll understand if you tell me it all has to end.”
He was looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“I can’t change what’s already happened,” I said, my hands on my lower belly where the baby lay. “We can’t ignore the consequences and go back to being a normal couple but we can have a monogamous marriage again if that’s what you want.”
Pete thought for a moment.
“I’m not sure what I want right now,” he said, toying with the flash drive. “But I agree, after the last months we can’t ever be a normal couple again.”
“Do you regret it?”
He thought again.
“No. I don’t regret it. I wish your first affair had been different but I’m not sorry it happened. Not now.”
I stood alongs
ide him. My husband’s arms snaked around my waist and pulled me towards him. I tangled my fingers in his hair and he kissed my tummy; the tummy in which Darren’s baby was growing then stood and kissed me on the lips.
“You taste of him,” he whispered. “You smell of him too.”
“Come with me!”
I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom where the rumpled, semen stained sheet lay exactly where Will and I had left it. I had deliberately left the windows closed; the smell of sweat and sex in the room was strong.
Pete inhaled deeply, kissed me again on the lips. I peeled off my running clothes and stood naked and guilty in front of him. He led me to the bed, sat me down on the dirty sheet and leaned me back against the pillow.
“Open your legs!”
His voice was low but commanding. I obeyed, spreading my thighs wide, my sticky vulva opening to reveal its messy secrets. Pete undressed quickly without taking his eyes away from my groin then knelt between my knees.
“You’re red and puffy,” he said excitedly. “And you’re still leaking.”
I nodded.
“How many times did he cum?”
“Twice.”
“Both times in your cunt?”
I nodded again.
“How many times did you cum? More than I saw on the tape?”
“Much more,” I replied.
“But out of camera shot?” he asked.
I nodded.
Pete lowered his face to my groin and inhaled deeply.
“I can smell your orgasm,” he whispered. “I love it when you cum.”
Without warning, Pete ran the flat of his tongue from below the base of my slit, along the depths of the open valley above, into the mouth of my vagina then across my still-proud clitoris, eagerly lapping up the messy residues of my latest fornication.
“Jesus!” I gasped, my body convulsing.
Then he did it again.
“Oh my God Pete!”
Then his hands slipped under my buttocks, his mouth closed on my vulva and for the second time on the same day in the same bed, I lost all sense of reason.
My marriage was safe. It was going to be alright!
It looked like Hotwife Penny was going to be back!
The End
“THE NEIGHBOR AND THE CUCKOLD”
A CUCKOLD FETISH NOVEL
VIVI KING
Disclaimer
This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes with mature themes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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“The Cuckold and the Neighbor”
1
My wife Christy and I recently moved to our house in a new neighborhood. My wife is thirty-two years of age and I am thirty-nine. Christy has a very beautiful slim, toned figure and she takes pride in keeping her amazing figure in shape. She has shoulder length, wavy, brown hair, thirty-four inch, b-cup breasts, and her pubic hair is always kept neat and tidy.
We have been married for five years and we are totally in love with each other; we are known in our circle of friends as the couple who are devoted to each other. Christy is always willing to try new things in the bedroom and does her best to fulfill all of my fantasies.
The only thing that she has not done in the fantasy department is to fuck another guy; the closest she has come is to flirt with and kiss one of her male friends at a party that he threw. She told me that his hands were all over her body and she probably would have taken it further but they were interrupted by another party guest.
We will make love at least five times a week and even on the days that we don’t have sex, we will snuggle in bed together and fall asleep in each other's arms; life is wonderful for us; but I live in hope that one day, she will fulfill my ultimate fantasy.
I have a high paid job and this allows Christy the luxury of not needing to work.
Our new house is in a select neighborhood and all of our close neighbors have introduced themselves to us. Just across the street is a guy called Chris; he is a short black man in his early forties; he is divorced and although he is only about five feet six inches tall, he seems very muscular. Chris works from home; he is a tech engineer and spends most of his time at home on the phone and computer.
When he came to introduce himself to us, I could see Christy’s eyes light up and I knew that she had an instant attraction to him. It was clear that he also had an attraction to her; the chemistry between
them was instant. Although we only talked for a while, I could see that her eyes were fixated on him.
That night we had amazing sex and we talked about our new neighbor. She made it crystal clear that she fancied him and teased me that, he may be the one to fulfill my ultimate fantasy!
I urged her to go as far as she liked and I made it clear that the further she went the more I would enjoy it. I could tell that she was excited at the thought of taking things further with him as we talked about him for hours that night.
Over the next few weeks, we saw a lot of Chris; he would pop over to help us with the renovations to our new home. I knew that the main reason for his help was to see my wife. The chemistry between them was electric and each night we would talk about him for hours.
Christy’s eyes lit up every time his name was mentioned and she teased me constantly about the things that she would like to do with him. I, of course, kept telling her that I would love it if she fucked him.
A few weeks later, I remember that is was a Tuesday afternoon that I got a call from Christy; he had asked her if we would like to go to the movies that evening? I knew that this was my chance to leave them alone for a few hours.
“Baby, I have that big meeting tomorrow,” I told her, “I need to finish my preparations for it tonight.”
I could feel the disappointment in her voice when I told her that I needed to be home tonight.
“Okay, Babe,” Christy replied, “I understand.”
“Why don’t you go?” I quickly replied, “I’m sure Chris would love that.”
“Really?” Christy screamed, “Really?”
“Yes, I want you to go.”
“Are you sure that you don’t mind?”
“Of course not; I want you to go.”
Her disappointment turned into joy as we talked. I got home and she met me at the door; she was ready for her date, wearing a short cotton printed dress and she looked amazing.
I hugged her ass as we kissed and I could feel the thin band of her thong through her dress and she smelled delicious.
“What time are you going?” I asked as our lips parted, “What time will you be home?”
“I am leaving in fifteen minutes and have no idea what time I will be home.”
“Just enjoy yourself and I am cool with whatever you do.”
Christy smiled and kissed me one more time.
“I love you,” she smiled.
“I love you too baby, just have fun.”
She kissed me again as she left for her movie date with Chris, and I watched as she walked to his house across the street. Five minutes later, I watched as they left for the movie; I watched as she got into his car and they drove away. The first thing I did was to work myself off, my mixed feelings of joy and nerves were battling with each other.
Would my wife have sex with him? Would they do anything? I was praying that
things would progress between them and I was anxious to hear how her first date went.
I worked out that the movie started at seven fifteen and ran for ninety minutes; she should be home around nine thirty; any later than that and it meant she had hopefully done more than just watch a movie.
My heart was beating out of my chest as the time clicked away; nine thirty had come and gone and she was not home. I was happy and nervous at the same time; my cell phone chimed, it was a text from Christy, "We are having a drink baby, be home soon.”
I texted back, “No hurry baby, enjoy!”
It was just after ten thirty when I saw his car pull into his driveway; I watched as they went into his house; my heart was racing as I fantasized about what was happening and I prayed that sex was involved.
I continued to watch his house for the next hour; finally, I saw Christy leave his house and walk to
ours. I ran to the couch and acted as normal as possible; she came in and kissed me deeply.
“He kissed me, baby! He kissed me goodnight!”
I smiled.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“He kissed me! I mean, he kissed me properly!” Christy exclaimed, “He put his tongue in my mouth!”
She was so excited and I tried to hide my excitement.
“Cool, did you enjoy it?”
“He held my ass as well, while he kissed me!”
Her excitement was overwhelming, “He squeezed my ass and his tongue was in my mouth!”
“Wow,” I smiled, “He could feel that you were wearing a tiny thong under your dress?”
“Yes baby, he commented about how nice my ass felt!”
I couldn’t hide my excitement or my erection.
“It seems that him kissing me and touching my ass has made you as excited as it did me,” Christy smiled.
“It has,” I replied, “Did you kiss him back?”
“Let’s just say that I responded to his kiss.”
We made love for hours that night as she gave me every detail of her date night with our neighbor; she emphasized in great depth about her kiss goodnight and how wet it made her.
I asked if they had made any more plans to go on dates and she told me that he had said that they must do it again.