Neighborly Affairs Unleashed

The garage door was still up when I got home early—unusual for a Tuesday. I parked on the street, frowning at the unfamiliar car in my driveway. Then I heard it: muffled moans, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. I followed the sound through the kitchen, down the hall. Our bedroom door was cracked open. The sight hit me like a punch—my wife, naked on her knees, gripping the headboard while the neighbor’s wife, equally bare, rode her from behind. "Fuck her harder," my wife gasped, arching back. The other woman’s hands dug into her hips, driving deep. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. My wife’s tits swayed with each thrust, her mouth open in pleasure. I should’ve been angry. But my cock throbbed as I watched them—the way they moved, the hunger in their eyes. My wife spotted me first. She didn’t stop. Just smirked. "You gonna join," she panted, "or just stand there?" The neighbor’s wife glanced over her shoulder, lips slick with sweat. "We could use another hand." I stepped inside, already unbuckling my belt.

The neighbor’s wife slowed her thrusts, grinding deep against my wife’s ass as she locked eyes with me. “Then watch,” she purred, rolling her hips in a slow, filthy circle that drew a moan from my wife’s lips. I leaned against the doorframe, gripping my cock through my pants. “Don’t stop on my account.” My wife laughed breathlessly, arching back to meet each stroke. “Fuck—she’s so deep—” The other woman’s fingers dug into my wife’s hips, her own thighs flexing as she picked up the pace again. The wet slap of skin grew louder, my wife’s tits bouncing with every rough snap of the neighbor’s hips. “You like seeing her take it?” the neighbor’s wife asked, her voice thick with exertion. I stroked myself, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. “Love it.” My wife reached back, gripping the other woman’s thigh. “Harder—*yes*—” The bedframe rattled as they fucked, the air thick with sweat and musk. I could smell them—hot, slick, *hers*—and my grip tightened. “Touch yourself,” my wife panted, watching me. “Let us see.” I freed my cock, stroking in time with their rhythm. The neighbor’s wife groaned, her pace turning erratic. “Gonna make her come—” My wife’s back bowed, her cry sharp as she clenched around her. I didn’t look away.

The neighbor’s wife obeyed instantly, slamming into my wife with rough, uneven strokes—her thighs trembling with effort. My wife’s moans turned ragged, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she gasped, “*Yes—right there—*” I matched their rhythm, my fist working my cock in tight, slick strokes. The neighbor’s wife panted, sweat dripping down her chest as she fucked my wife through her climax. “She’s so fucking tight,” she groaned, hips stuttering. “Can’t—*fuck*—hold back—” My wife laughed breathlessly, still shuddering. “Come in me.” The other woman’s breath hitched—then she buried herself deep with a sharp cry, her body jerking as she pulsed inside my wife. I watched, transfixed, as they rode it out together—my wife’s ass pressed flush against the other woman’s hips, both of them slick and trembling. Then my wife turned her head, locking eyes with me. “Your turn,” she murmured, licking her lips. The neighbor’s wife pulled out slowly, my wife’s wetness glistening on her thighs. She collapsed onto the bed, spent, as my wife rolled onto her back and spread her legs. “Fuck me,” she ordered, her voice raw. “*Now.*” The neighbors husband just walked in and pushed me aside, “let me show how to fuck your slut wife”.

The neighbor’s husband didn’t hesitate—he shoved past me, unbuckling his belt with rough, impatient tugs. My wife’s eyes locked onto him, her thighs already spreading wider. “About time,” she gasped, arching up as he climbed over her. He didn’t bother with foreplay. One hand pinned her hip down while the other guided his cock straight to her soaked entrance. With a single brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. My wife’s back arched off the bed, her cry sharp and satisfied. “*Fuck—yes!*” The neighbor’s wife watched, still catching her breath, her fingers trailing lazily over her own slick folds. I gripped my cock tighter, stroking faster as I took in the sight—my wife’s legs hooked around his waist, his thick cock stretching her with every rough snap of his hips. “Tighter than I thought,” he grunted, slamming into her harder. She clawed at his shoulders, her moans turning desperate. “Don’t stop—*don’t fucking stop*—” The bed creaked under their weight, the sound drowned out by skin slapping skin. His balls slapped against her ass, his thrusts deep and punishing. The neighbor’s wife rolled onto her side, her hand slipping between her thighs. “You like watching him wreck her?” she murmured, her fingers circling her clit. I didn’t answer—just groaned, my own orgasm building as I watched my wife take every inch. “Come in me,” she begged, nails digging into his back. “*Fill me up.*” He growled, hips stuttering—then buried himself deep one last time.

The neighbor’s wife shifts closer to me, her fingers still working between her thighs. Her breath is hot against my ear. “You like seeing her take it?” she whispers, her free hand sliding down my chest. “Like seeing her *beg* for it?” I groan, my cock throbbing in my grip. My wife’s moans rise higher, her body jerking as the neighbor’s husband pumps into her, his thrusts losing rhythm. “*Fuck—yes!*” she sobs, her legs tightening around him. The neighbor’s wife licks her lips, watching them with dark, hungry eyes. Then she turns to me, her fingers slick with her own arousal. “Touch me,” she demands, guiding my hand between her legs. I don’t hesitate. My fingers slide into her, her wetness coating them instantly. She gasps, arching into my touch, her hips rolling against my palm. Across the bed, my wife’s climax hits—her body clenching around the neighbor’s husband as he grunts, his cock pulsing inside her. The neighbor’s wife moans, her thighs trembling around my hand. “Fuck, *yes*—just like that—” I watch them both—my wife shuddering beneath him, her cunt dripping, and the neighbor’s wife grinding against my fingers, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “Now *you*,” she pants, her nails digging into my wrist. “Come for us.” My grip tightens around my cock, stroking faster—until I can’t hold back anymore.

I stroke my cock faster, my fingers slick with her wetness as I work myself toward the edge. The neighbor’s wife whimpers, her hips bucking against my palm, her cunt clenching around my fingers. "*God—yes!*" she moans, her head tipping back as she rides my hand. Across the bed, my wife collapses, spent and gasping, the neighbor’s husband still buried deep inside her. His cock twitches as he pulls out, thick ropes of cum dripping from her swollen pussy. The sight pushes me closer—my balls tightening, my pulse hammering in my ears. "Come for me," the neighbor’s wife demands, her voice rough. She drags her fingers through her own slick folds before smearing it over my cock. "*Now.*" Her touch is electric. My hips jerk, my release surging up my spine—and then I’m coming hard, thick stripes of cum painting her stomach and thighs. She watches, biting her lip, as I shudder through it. Then she leans in, her breath hot against my ear. "Good boy." My wife laughs breathlessly from the bed, her legs still spread, glistening. "Round two?"

My wife lifts her hips slightly, her fingers lazily tracing through the mess between her thighs. Her eyes lock onto mine, dark with satisfaction. "Come here," she murmurs, voice still breathless. "Clean me up." I don’t hesitate. Kneeling between her legs, I drag my tongue through the sticky wetness, tasting her mixed with the neighbor’s husband’s cum. She moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as I lick deeper, lapping at her swollen folds. The neighbor’s wife watches, her fingers idly circling her clit. "Fuck, that’s hot," she breathes, shifting closer to stroke my back. My wife arches, grinding against my mouth. "Don’t stop," she gasps, her thighs trembling. I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue until her hips jerk—her second climax crashing over her. She cries out, her cunt pulsing against my lips as I drink her in. The neighbor’s husband groans, his cock is getting hard again. My wife sees it, “put you cock in my mouth, he growls as she starts sucking him.

My wife takes his cock in her mouth with practiced ease, her lips stretching around his thickness. She hums around him, her tongue swirling along the underside as she sinks deeper, her fingers gripping his hips. The neighbor’s husband groans, his head tipping back. "Fuck, just like that—" Across the bed, his wife straddles my face, her thighs framing my cheeks. Her cunt glistens inches from my mouth, her arousal dripping onto my chin. "Your turn," she purrs, grinding down until my tongue is buried inside her. I grip her hips, lapping at her slick heat as she rocks against me. Her moans mix with the wet sounds of my wife sucking cock, the room thick with sweat and sex. The neighbor’s wife fists her own hair, arching as my tongue flicks her clit. "Yes—right there—" Her thighs clench, her breath coming in sharp gasps. My wife pulls off just long enough to smirk at me, her lips swollen and wet. "Keep going," she murmurs before swallowing him down again. The neighbor’s husband curses, his fingers tightening in her hair as she takes him deeper, her throat working around him. I can feel his wife trembling above me, her hips stuttering as she grinds harder, chasing her own release.

The neighbor’s wife shifts her hips, her breath hitching as she swings one leg over my chest. Her wet cunt glides across my lips before she lowers herself onto my cock, taking me deep with a moan. “Fuck,” she gasps, her thighs trembling as she sinks down. I groan against her folds, my tongue plunging back into her as she starts to ride me. The angle is tight, her body pressed flush against mine, but she rolls her hips with hungry precision. Above us, my wife sucks the neighbor’s husband harder, her fingers kneading his balls as he thrusts shallowly into her mouth. His groans fill the room, mingling with the slick sounds of our tangled bodies. The neighbor’s wife grinds down on me, her clit rubbing against my chin as she fucks herself on my cock. “Yes—just like that—” Her voice breaks as my tongue flicks faster, driving her higher. My wife glances over, her lips still wrapped around him, and winks before hollowing her cheeks. The neighbor’s husband curses, his hips jerking as she takes him deeper. The rhythm builds—her riding me, me devouring her, my wife swallowing him down—until the air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, every gasp and moan tangled together.

The neighbor’s wife lets out a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around my head as her hips stutter. Her cunt pulses around my tongue, her slick heat flooding my mouth as she shudders through her climax. At the same time, my wife moans around the neighbor’s cock, her throat vibrating as he grips her hair and groans. His hips jerk once, twice—then he spills deep into her mouth, his release thick and hot. I thrust up into the neighbor’s wife, my cock buried inside her as she rides out her orgasm. Her walls clench around me, milking me relentlessly until I can’t hold back. With a rough groan, I come, filling her as she grinds down, her body still trembling. She collapses forward, her breath ragged against my chest. Across the bed, my wife swallows lazily, licking her lips as the neighbor’s husband pulls free, his cock glistening. “Fuck,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. The neighbor’s wife lifts her hips just enough to let me slip out, her thighs sticky with sweat and my release. She smirks, dragging a finger through the mess before bringing it to her lips. “Round three”?

The bed has four drained bodies—limbs tangled, skin slick, breaths still uneven. The neighbor’s wife sprawls across my chest, her fingers tracing idle circles in the sweat on my collarbone. My wife stretches lazily beside us, her thigh draped over the neighbor’s husband’s lap as he lazily strokes her hip. "Round three?" she echoes, her voice rough with amusement. The neighbor’s husband chuckles, his hand sliding higher up my thigh. I can feel my cock twitch as moves his hand higher. I roll the neighbor’s wife over my chest and right to my wife’s grasp. The neighbor’s husband hand is now holding my cock. I can see his cock already hard again as he grips mine . The bed creaks under our weight, the air thick with the scent of sex I’m getting hard as I feel his hand. The wife’s are curiosity watching to see if their men will suck each other. I can see the lust building up in their eyes.

My wife whispers in my ear, her breath hot and urgent. *"Fuck his mouth first."* Her words send a jolt through me. The neighbor’s husband doesn’t hesitate—he leans in, his tongue flicking over the head of my

**"Round three begins."** The neighbor’s husband doesn’t waste time—his lips wrap around my cock, hot and wet, his tongue pressing hard against the underside. I groan, my hips jerking instinctively as he takes me deeper. My wife watches, biting her lip, her fingers tangled in the neighbor’s wife’s hair as she pulls her closer. *"Taste him,"* she murmurs, and the other woman obeys, her mouth joining her husband’s, licking up the length of me before sucking my balls into her mouth. The bed shifts as my wife straddles my face, her thighs framing my vision. I don’t hesitate—I drag my tongue through her slick folds, savoring the way she gasps and grinds against me. The neighbor’s husband pulls off with a wet pop, his hand stroking me fast. *"Your turn,"* he growls, and I don’t argue—I push him onto his back and take his cock in my mouth, tasting salt and sweat as I swallow him down. The wives moan above us, their hands roaming, their bodies pressed together as they watch. No one’s waiting for round four.

The neighbor’s wife breaks away from my wife’s grip, kneeling beside me as I suck her husband’s cock. Her fingers stroke my jaw before slipping into my mouth alongside his shaft, pressing down on my tongue. I moan around them, the vibrations making his hips buck. My wife shudders against my mouth, grinding harder. *“Fuck, yes—”* Her fingers twist in my hair, holding me in place as she rides my tongue to the edge. The neighbor’s hand fists in my hair next, pulling me off just long enough to flip me onto my back. His wife wastes no time—she swings a leg over my hips, sinking onto my cock with a gasp. The moment she’s seated, his hands are on her waist, guiding her rhythm, his own cock jutting against my thigh. My wife crawls over us, her lips finding mine as we all move together—hot, slick, relentless. The air is thick with sweat and skin and the sound of fucking, no one holding back now.