All the Way In

by Betsy Locke

  “Welcome to my paradise,” Phil said with arms wide open.

  “This is impressive.” I looked over at a shelf that contained football helmets from various teams. Each one was signed. I had no doubt that they were worth some serious money.

  “Yeah my wife was getting sick of my stuff intruding on her life so she exiled me to the garage. Best decision of our lives. Now I get everything I want exactly how I want it.

  “So you're married, huh?” I asked.

  Phil nodded. “Ten years now. Jean and I got married right out college and been together ever since. I'm sure you'll meet her at some point.”

  I lifted up the six pack. “I brought some beers.” I realized that they were probably a drop in the bucket compared to the stock that he had.

  “Thanks so much.” Phil took the beers from me and set them down on the bar. “Let's get settled before the game starts. We have about five minutes until kickoff. Want a beer now?”

  “No better time,” I replied.

  “My kind of man.” Phil cracked open the case and threw me a can.

  I snapped it open and took a sip. Cold beer on a hot day couldn't be matched. I took a seat on the leather couch and sank in immediately. “This is really nice,” I said.

  “It gets even better. There's cup holders in the armrests.”

  I pulled down the armrest and put my beer in the cup holder. “I could get used to this,” I said, spreading out on the couch.

  The football announcers began to speak and Phil sat down a cushion away from me. “This is supposed to be a pretty good game,” he said.

  “I'm just glad I was able to watch the game today.”

  The game started and Phil and I both clapped our hands. The ball was kicked to the other side of the field for a touchback. A commercial break followed.

  “So what made a single guy like you pick this neighborhood,” Phil asked.

  I shrugged. “Weren't many houses available. This one had enough rooms and the street seemed pretty quiet.”

  “Quiet until I turn these babies up.” Phil pointed the remote at the speakers and turned the volume up. The noise of the crowd became deafening.

  I looked over at Phil and he was laughing but I couldn't hear him because the TV was so loud. He turned it down. “Crazy right?”

  I put my hand to my ear. “What did you say?” I asked in a raised voice.

  Phil nodded. “Exactly.”

  The door in the garage that led to his house opened up. The hottest woman I'd ever seen came strutting into the garage. Her white top could barely hold those enormous tits. Her skirt was so short that I swore I could almost see her pussy. Who the fuck was this woman and what the hell was she doing here?

  “And who do we have here?” she asked Phil.

  Phil was glued to the game and took a second to come out of it. “Jean this the new neighbor, Damon. Damon this is my wife, Phil.”

  This hot piece of ass was Phil's wife! How the hell did he score that? I'd been with plenty of women that scored a ten out of ten. But Jean's score was off the charts. Her long red hair draped over her shoulders.

  “Nice to meet you,” she said, bending over in front of me and giving me her hand.

  I could see straight down her shirt at the black bra that held those big balloons in place. “Nice to meet you,” I replied, taking her hand.

  “Honey, can you make us some sandwiches for the game?”

  “Sure, what do you want to eat Damon?”

  I couldn't keep my eyes off those red lips of hers. Her tongue slightly came out and touched the top of her upper lip. “I'll take whatever Phil's having.”

  Jean smiled. “I'll be right back.”

  I watched her ass sway side to side as she left. “Houston, we have a problem.”

  Chapter Two

  How the fuck was Phil so calm around her? I'd be fucking that body every second I got.

  Phil could sense I was looking at him and glanced over at me. “This game is getting good.”

  I looked back at the TV and the game was already in the second quarter. Time was flying too fast. The teams were tied. Phil was right that the game was getting good. I took another sip and tried to forget all about Jean.

  I leaned forward and watched the game but my eyes soon glazed over. I couldn't get the image of her out of my head. I had to talk to her again.

  “Do you have a bathroom?” I asked Phil, standing up.

  “Don't you want to wait for a commercial?” he replied, his eyes never leaving the game.

  “Yeah, of course.” I sat back down and tapped my foot until a commercial played. I stood right back up.

  “Bathroom is inside and the first door on the right.”

  “Thanks.” I walked into his house and immediately saw the bathroom door. But that's not what I wanted. I could hear silverware clanging in the kitchen.

  I walked in to see Jean in front of the fridge, bending over to grab something from the bottom shelf.

  Thank fucking god for short skirts. The bottom of her ass cheeks were exposed and I could see the beginnings of the black thong that hugged those big hips of hers. It was a sight that I could stare at all day.

  My cock grew and made my jeans tight. The throbbing pain in my balls reminded me that there was more I needed to do to that ass.

  Jean stood up and almost dropped the bread she was holding when she saw me. “Oh Damon, you scared me.”

  “Sorry, I got a little lost looking for the bathroom.”

  Her finger trailed across her chest, cresting over those melons of hers. “Don't worry about it.”

  Was she sending me a signal? I was pretty good with women and I think she was playing with me, trying to bring attention to that protruding chest.

  It was working.

  Jean continued, “The bathroom is back by the door to the garage. You can't miss it.”

  “Thanks,” I said, not wanting to leave yet. Her figure deserved more time to be studied but there wasn't any excuse I could think of to stay.

  I left and went into the bathroom. I didn't even need to piss. But my erection needed to be released. I unzipped and let my thick cock fly out. It was hard as a rock. I stroked myself for just a second, imagining Jean naked on her back, begging for it.

  I didn't have time to rub one out. Phil would be wondering where I was. I inhaled sharply as I zipped my hardness back into my jeans. Tonight was going to be the longest masturbation session of my life.

  I returned to the garage and Phil hadn't moved. “Did I miss anything?”

  Phil took a sip of his beer. “A touchdown by each team so they're still tied.”

  I sat down next to him and had to rearrange my crotch so my dick didn't break in half. Phil was too busy watching to even notice what I was doing.

  Jean walked into the garage and stood in front of the TV. “Phil, we're out of mustard.”

  Phil leaned over so he could see around her. “Who cares about mustard. We can eat the sandwiches without it.”

  Jean looked back at the TV. “Halftime is in three minutes. You can swing by the grocery store and be back in time.”

  Phil didn't respond and kept watching. When Jean didn't move, his eyes finally looked at hers. “Yeah I'll go to the grocery store. Will you be okay here while I'm gone, Damon?”

  “I got my beer. I'll be fine, don't worry about me.”

  “Do you need anything from the store since I'm going?” Phil asked his wife.

  “Milk would be good too,” she replied.

  Jean gave me a wink and went back inside. I don't know what the hell that meant but the aching in my balls liked it.

  The game announcers declared it was halftime. Phil took car keys out of his pocket. “It should only take me twenty minutes and I'll be back in a flash,” he said.

  I wasn't even able to respond before he was in his truck and pulling back out of the driveway. I sipped my beer and watched the announcers analyze the game that I had stopped paying attention to.

  Jean pop
ped her head into the garage. “Damon, can you help me with something in the kitchen really quick.”

  My eyes lit up. “Of course.” I jumped off the couch and went inside.

  “I'm in the kitchen,” she yelled.

  I walked in to find an ambush.

  Jean stood against the kitchen island with her hands behind her and chest pushed outwards. “I've seen you watching me, Damon.” Her finger trailed down her neckline and into her cleavage. “I know you want me.”

  Chapter Three

  “What about your husband?” I asked.

  Jean pulled off the white top and showed off those perfect big tits that needed to be touched. “He's at the store.”

  “He'll be back in twenty minutes.”

  “Plenty of time,” she replied, her hand passing over her flat stomach and slipping into the waistband of her skirt.

  The aching in my pants wasn't going to go away any time soon. There was only one thing left to do.

  I pressed my strong body against Jean and kissed her starving lips. Her tongue entered my mouth while her nails raked down my back. I screamed out in pain and she bit her bottom lip.

  Jean reached down and stroked my cock through my tight jeans. My hands sneaked around her back and snapped off her bra. She let the bra fall to the ground.

  Two big round breasts fell out with perky pink nipples. “You have the most fantastic pair of tits. I don't think I've ever seen a better pair.”

  “They need you,” she said, circling her hard nipple with her fingertip.

  I squeezed her boobs together and ran my tongue deep into her cleavage. Jean moaned and held my head close to her chest. I sucked on each nipple, flicking them with my tongue.

  Jean worked at my jeans, unzipping them and whipping out my long pulsing member. “You're so much bigger than Phil,” she said.

  She climbed onto the kitchen island and hiked up her skirt along her tanned thighs. Her pussy could be seen through the black lace thong.

  “We don't have much time, Damon, fuck me now and fuck me hard. I've been waiting too long to be fucked by a real man.”

  I pulled her panties to the side and ran my finger along her slit. Jean was so deliciously wet. I grabbed onto her hips and readied myself for the ride of my life. My cock sank into her tight hole, filling and stretching her out.

  “Fuck, yes,” Jean yelled out. “You're so fucking huge, Damon. I want you deep inside me. More. More!”

  I looked around to make sure that her husband wasn't around to see this. I pumped into her, slamming my rod into her over and over again. I watched those beautiful big tits bounce around with every thrust.

  Jean reached down and touched her hard nub. Her whole body shuddered as she rubbed her clit fast.

  “I'm going to come,” she screamed. “Fuck me harder.”

  Jean came around me, her pussy squeezing my cock as I rammed her on the kitchen island.

  My balls were fiery hot. I was getting close.

  We could both hear a truck pull into the driveway. Phil was back. I stopped immediately, my dick still in her.

  “Don't you fucking stop, Damon.”

  “We're going to get caught,” I told Jean.

  “You better keep fucking me until you cum all over me,” she demanded.

  I was so close that it was going to be too hard to stop anyways. I continued fucking her pussy, concentrating on the finish.

  The door to the garage opened. “Is Damon in there with you, honey?”

  I slowed my thrusts down but not completely. I was as quiet as I could be. My heart pounded in my ears. The thrill of getting caught heightened all my senses.

  Jean strained to reply. “He's helping me with the food in here. Just set down the mustard by the door and get back to watching the game.”

  I heard the door to the garage close and I continued fucking his wife. I forced my cock deeper and deeper, making her take every inch of me.

  “I'm going to come,” I groaned, pulling out. I quickly stroked my cock from base to tip.

  Ropes of cum sprayed out, covering Jean's belly and tits. She lay there and let my seed land where it may.

  She pressed her boobs together and let my semen gather in her valley. Her red hair was all messed up. She dipped a finger into her cleavage and tasted me.

  “So good,” she softly moaned.

  I quickly pulled my jeans back up and buttoned them up. The aching in my balls had finally passed. I was finally able to breathe.

  “That can't happen again,” I told her.

  Jean sat up, still covered in my cum, not caring about cleaning up. “You don't want to do this to me everyday?”

  “Not if you're married. I don't want to get caught.”

  “We won't get caught. I promise.”

  Jean actually sounded serious. It was hard to concentrate on anything else with her large tits dripping with my fluids.

  Chapter Four

  I stumbled into the garage, lightheaded and relaxed. Phil was glued to the TV and didn't even notice me come back outside.

  I wasn't sure if I should just go home and try to avoid the coming storm. I didn't want to get in the middle of a marriage. But Jean was so fuckable. That wet slit of hers made it so easy for her to slide onto my cock. The things I could do to her if she was mine. We'd never leave the bed. I wouldn't find another woman like that.

  Phil had no idea what he had.

  I glanced at the game and it was almost at the end of the third quarter. Since I was introduced to Jean, I'd barely paid attention to it. The game didn't seem to matter much right now.

  But if I left right now, that might raise suspicion with Phil. It was better to sit the game out and leave afterwards.

  “Oh come on, refs. That wasn't holding,” Phil yelled at the screen. “Can you believe that?” he asked, looking over at me.

  I wasn't paying attention to that play. “Totally holding. These referees must not have eyes.” Phil seemed content with my response.

  He picked up his beer and held it up to cheers. My beer was still in the cup holder and still a little cold. I held mine up to his and we smashed them together.

  “It's nice having a real man around here to watch the game. Do you like basketball?”

  “Of course, who doesn't.” That wasn't the right answer. I hadn't seen what was coming.

  “Perfect. There's a game tomorrow night at five. You're going to be sitting right here next to me.”

  That wouldn't work at all. I couldn't be here all the time. There was no way I could resist Jean. She'd find some way to fuck me. “Tomorrow night? I think I'm actually busy. Will you take a rain check?”