I walked over to join him, letting the lasagna rest for a few minutes. I saw the neighbor, dressed in a short black, revealing dress that hugged her curves, stripper heels, six inches high on her feet, stepping into her expensive sports car.
“I don’t know and none of the neighbors have met her yet. Today was actually the first time since she moved in that I’ve even seen her in the daylight. She usually only goes out at night. I don’t know anything else about her.” I responded, wiggling my bottom against Scott’s front.
“Mmm, tease!” Scott said as he kissed me on the top of my head. I was tall, but he was taller at 6 feet 3. “I wonder why she only comes out at night.”
“Maybe she’s a vampire!” I said in a theatrical voice holding out my manicured nails in claws.
“No. I have it; I bet she’s one of those expensive escorts for rich older men. Look at that car, the clothes. She’s either going to a very risqué bar or out to meet someone.” Scott mused.
“Hey! Maybe she’s a kept woman, some politician’s mistress!” I said, wondering if we were on the right track. “I never see a man over there, but you never know I guess.”
“It’s interesting, that’s for sure. But how sad are we, staring out at our neighbor on a Saturday night! I wish I didn’t have to leave again tomorrow night or we’d go out. I’d rather have you with me to myself since I’m leaving again so soon.” Scott said, his lips trailing down my neck.
“Down boy!” I said, gliding away. “Dinner for stamina, then a shower and playtime. In that order.”
“Yes’ma’am. I think I’ll spank you later, though, just for making me wait.” Scott said with a cheerful grin and a wink.
I knew he was teasing but I have to admit, his words did give me a thrill.
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Later that evening, my husband led me to the bed, took some massage oil from a glass of warm water beside the bed, and began to rub down my wet skin with the oil.
I’d only just stepped from the bath and Scott hadn’t allowed me time to dry off properly before he began one of his slow massages of my body.
I knew he travelled a lot and worked hard for us, but he always did this when he came home. He knew my job could be stressful and I’d end up with knotted muscles all along my back and shoulders from it.
He enjoyed the sounds I made as he stroked away the little balls of pain he’d find.
My moans filled the air, a groan escaping from my lips as his strong fingers smoothed away the pains I hadn’t even realized I’d had.
Scott’s hands glided smoothly over my skin, the oil made my skin shine in our candle lit room.
“Mm, you’re so good at that babe.” I muttered into my folded arms resting under my head.
“I have to take care of my babe.” Was his only response as his warms strong hands stroked further down my back. He worked out the tension in my lower back before moving further down my body.
Placing a towel under my legs Scott poured more of the scented oil into his hands, rubbing down my pert ass and between my thighs.
“Oh, don’t stop.” I moaned as his hands moved back up to glide down the back of my thighs.
“Don’t be impatient, Ana, you know I’m going back.” He said with mock sternness.
“I know. What do you think it’s like, being a prostitute, escort, whatever?” I asked, my mind wandering as Scott’s hands kneaded at my feet.
“I don’t know. I guess it might be easier for a guy, but for a woman I think it could be scary. But at the same time, probably thrilling.” Scott said as he worked back up.
“How so? Because of men wanting you?” I pondered.
“That and men will pay these women a lot of money for what they want. Sometimes that has to be pretty rough for the woman, but at others, I imagine it’s not so bad. After all, not all men that go for prostitutes look like old, overweight slobs. Sports stars and actors use their services as well.” Scott continued up my legs as he spoke, going back up to my bottom.
“And what if you didn’t want to do what the client wanted?” I asked, hoping his fingers were going to slide between the globes of my ass this time.
“I think sometimes you don’t get to be overly picky. It’s not an easy life but many women enjoy it, or so I’ve read anyway while sitting around in airports.” Scott’s fingers stopped moving, kneading into my ass, pressing on the tight entry the flesh hid.
“Oh, mmm, that’s nice baby.” I said, thrusting my ass back at his hand.
“Do I get to do what I want with you tonight darling?” Scott asked, letting his fingers slide between my cheeks and just on the outside of my asshole.
“Oh yes, baby, whatever you like.” I promised, just wanting his finger to pop into my tight hole there.
He fucked me so well when he fucked my ass!
Scott had worked to ensure my body was loose and relaxed and know he used more of the message oil on his own cock to get it slick enough to slide into my ass.
Reaching into the nightstand beside the bed I pulled out two little glass objects and placed each one on a nipple. The suction of the little bubs made my knees wobble and the clamp that Scott was applying to my clit at the same time was even better.
Scott and I often took part in erotic play and tonight was going to be no different.
“You ready baby?” Scott asked, positioning himself behind me once more.
“Oh yes, darling, fuck my ass nice and hard for me!” I begged, winding my hips in a figure-eight motion to entice him inside of me.
“Hang on then, I’m going in!” Scott declared as he grasped onto my hips pulling me back to him.
Chapter Four
Scott eased into me slowly, the relaxation I’d felt previously slowly ebbing into pleasure as the clamp on my clit and the bulbs on my nipples teased me into a frenzy.
“Calm down, Ana, make it last, babe.” Scott said as I tensed my ass, my little trick.
You can only hold it for so long then it lets go, when my ass automatically let go, Scott slid home deep into my ass.
And because both of our hands were free, his stayed on my hips, holding me still as he fucked into me and mine clawed at the duvet covering our bed.
“Oh fuck yes, Scott, hard, baby harder!” I demanded.
I wasn’t worried about pain or who heard by then, I just wanted to come, and the friction of movement kept pulling at the clamp on my clit, kept tugging on the bulbs on my nipples.
That mixed with the pleasure of my husband’s cock pounding into my ass soon had me going over the edge.
“Yes, fuck, Scott, fuck!” I cried out as my husband continued his relentless pounding.
I went into a second orgasm and this time Scott followed along behind, filling my hole with his cream.
He slumped over me, his cock coming out of me as his body relaxed.
“That was great babe. Let me go clean up alright? I’ll be right back.” Scott promised.
I knew what he wanted to do and rolled over on the towel, waiting for him to return. This was the good part.
I love orgasms, don’t get me wrong, but as Scott came off and removed first, my body reacted with its own relief and pleasure.
The surge of blood to my clit was an intoxicating pleasure that I just can’t describe. I floated in a dark place between pleasure and pain for a little while before Scott brought me back to the world.
His tongue laving at my engorged clit, now slowly going back to normal made me hips jerk and my fingers went to my tingling nipples.
“I’ve got to get into that sweet pussy of yours at least one more time before I go babe, I just have to.” Scott said as he desperately licked at my clit, lapping up the cream from my pussy too.
“Fuck away baby, I’m not complaining. “I said just before Scott had me coming on his tongue.
My fingers teased at my enflamed nipples as the orgasm blew through me and a huge smile spread across my face as my head went back, my hair fanned out around me.
Scott’s tongue
slowed as he felt my tense body ease back into the bed and my breathing went back to normal.
“I know I said I want to fuck you again but can I wrap your hair around my cock, just for a minute?” Scott asked with a begging look.
My hair came down to my waist and Scott loved wrapping it around himself.
Especially his cock.
I sat up so he could wrap some of the length around himself, enjoying the silky feel encapsulating his hard flesh.
“That is so unbelievably good!” Scott moaned as he fisted his hair-covered cock with his right hand.
“Just don’t come baby, save that for my pussy.” I reminded him and he slowly eased back down between my thighs, letting my hair untangle from his cock.
Scott eased into my pussy, pulling my feet up behind his neck to get deep into my dripping depths.
“Fuck you’re so warm, Ana, hot around me. And wet too, what are you thinking in that dirty little head of yours?” Scott asked from above me, his slow pace making me pant for more.
My breath hitched as his fingers found my nipples, making me moan loudly.
“I was thinking about the neighbor fucking all of those men.” I gasped out, my brain flooded with images.
“Do you want her job? Would you like to fuck strange men in strange places, Ana?” Scott asked, his voice strained but curious.
I looked into his eyes, my eyes flying open. “Have you thought about me with other guys?”
It was something about the way he’d spoken that made me wonder.
“Occasionally. It got me off a few times when you were ill and I jerked off alone. Is it something you thought about?” He responded truthfully.
I couldn’t respond because he ground into me good at that point and my pussy started to spasm around him, the wet folds not wanting to let him go.
Burning pleasure tore through me as I thought about Scott watching me with other men, jerking off alone, and I stopped breathing I came so hard.
Scott increased his thrusts, driving deeper and deeper until I felt his body stiffen and his cock emptied out its load, making me twinge again but not come.
He pulled out of me then and kissed my forehead, then my lips before he scurried into the kitchen to bring out a chocolate ice cream cake. We devoured it, my one guilty pleasure for a month, and soon fell back on the bed together watching television.
The rest of his time home, we spent catching up on bills, household chores, and packing for his next round of work. He was going to be gone for quite a while this time and we talked about me flying to meet him in one of the cities he’d end up in.
We did that occasionally, when our separations were becoming unbearable.
You see, I do love my husband! There may come a point in the future when you doubt it, but you’d be wrong.
Chapter Five
The next day Scott was gone and I was miserable.
Life without a full-time husband is tricky. You don’t have a constant supply of dirty underwear to wash, but you also don’t have your best friend beside you at night.
I dressed for a run, knowing his plane wasn’t going to land in Seattle for hours.
Maybe a run would cheer me up. Not likely, but it’s worth a try.
Heading out of my driveway, I noticed about six cars parked in the neighbor’s driveway and in front of her house.
I thought perhaps she was having a dinner party, but there weren’t any bright lights on. I’d almost say there wasn’t anyone there, but I could hear a low thumping music coming from the house, so low I hadn’t even heard it inside of my own house.
Party time on a Sunday? That’s odd.
Shrugging it off I continued on my run, coming back an hour later. I was heading back to the house when I saw a palm slapped against the window in her door.
Okay, that was even odder.
I ducked behind my car and watched as my neighbor’s naked body was soon pressed up against the glass.
Obviously she was enjoying what was happening, the blissful smile on her face attested to that.
I watched as a male hand slid down from the woman’s hip to dive into her pussy.
I felt like a perv, crouching in front of my car to watch my neighbor getting fucked against her door but this was hot.
And who fucks against the front door anyway? Obviously she wanted the audience or she wouldn’t be banging the guy against the door.
I couldn’t see her nipples, but they looked dark, which oddly pleased me. Her long blond hair was also in disarray, framing her face in a way that made my breath catch. Why did that please me? Why was I getting turned on watching her?
My hand was roaming of its own volition, going under my waistband, but just as my finger on my clit sparked off a shiver of pleasure the woman disappeared and that was the end of the show.
She was gone and I was left panting.
I knew then I had to meet the woman. I had to know her life.
I may not know exactly what she does for a living, but I wanted to go to parties like that.
Because I knew those people still had to be there and whether she had an audience or not I now had an idea of what was going on in the house lit only with candles.
The End of Book 1 of 5
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Book 52: Ana Takes it All 2
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This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
“Ana, are you listening to me?” Scott asked over his laptop. I’d moved from the bed to watch as the neighbor teetered down her sidewalk to her carry.
That her feet were actually able to move in those shoes was a wonder in itself. At least 7 inches tall the shoes looked incredibly heavy but still somehow sexy.
How did she drive in this those things I wondered before Scott brought my attention back to him.
“She’s off out again is she?” Scott asked with an indulgent smile.
“Yes, you should see the shoes she has on! I don’t think they were made for anything other than sitting but she managed to walk in them. I’d break my leg if I tried!” I replied, smiling back at my husband through my own laptop’s camera.
“How much longer before you’re home again, darling?” I asked, arranging myself on our bed.
Scott let out a loud groan. “At least two weeks babe. If it’s longer than that I might run away. I miss you so much!”
“Oh. That’s a long time.” I still wasn’t used to these long separations we had to endure but it brought home lots of money so we put up with it. For now.
“So she’s been busy this week huh? First the party and then out every night since. I wonder where she goes.” Scott said from the other side of the country.
“Yeah, that party must have been something else. Why don’t we get invited to parties like that?” I pouted.
“Because I’m never home long enough for us to make friends like that? That’s probably it.” Scott said as he leaned back into his pillows.
He had a cheeky little grin on his face and though I couldn’t see below his nipples I knew what he was doing.
“Move your laptop, Scott.” I asked, hoping he would.
“Why? I’m not doing anything.” He said, the grin still in place. From the motion of his right shoulder I knew exactly what my husband was doing.
“You know you are, don’t be a tease.” I said, leaning into the camera so he could see my naked chest.
“Mm, you know how much I love those breasts of yours.” He said, his smile disappearing as he let out a moan.
It had b
een a few days since his last visit home and apparently my husband was starting to feel horny again. With a slow smile I let my fingers fall between my legs, teasing myself slowly as I watched his face.
Sometimes that was all I needed to get off, the sight of Scott’s face as he pleasured himself. I loved watching that.
Then the thought of watching him with the neighbor flashed into my mind and I let out a gasp.
“What are you doing over there, my little Memphis Belle?” Scott asked, his face a mask of curiosity hiding the pleasure he was feeling.
“Nothing darling, just reading the news.” I said, continuing our game.
“Anything interesting happening?” Scott all but moaned as he started to get closer to his release.
“Nothing overly interesting, just some news about a woman who saw her neighbor taking part in some rather improper behavior in an open area.” I responded as my fingers slid between my hot wet folds to find the little button that gave me the most pleasure.
As my husband quietly fisted himself closer and closer to his own release I played images slowly in my mind. Their tongues entertaining, his hands moving over her body slowly, at least in my mind as he went about discovering the little spots that made her sigh or moan made me squirm in fascination and pleasure, my nostrils flaring as if to catch her scent.
Instead of making me jealous or slowly burn to claw the woman’s eyes out the images made my heart race and my body react with a racing pulse.
“Oh, I miss you so much Scott!” I whispered as my supple little fingers danced around and on that little pleasure center.
I didn’t think Scott would hear me but he must have because he was soon responding.
“I miss you too, darling, let me see your breasts again. Please.” He begged.
Opening my eyes I realized I’d moved too far out of the camera’s view for him to see me as I’d wiggled around and moved back to where he could see me clearly.
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