Entertaining the New Neighbor - Part 5

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"Did you do it?" Kevin asked.

Justin heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered.

"Did I do what?" Lacey replied playfully.

Justin listened to what sounded like his wife freeing their neighbor's cock from his pants. A low moan followed and a moment later the sounds of cock stroking reached Justin's ears.

"Did you make him eat my cum?" Kevin asked.

Justin held the phone a little closer to his ear. It had been Lacey's idea to call so he could listen while she went over to Kevin's house for a little Sunday afternoon fun and though the call had just begun, so far the results were spectacular.

"Mmm, did I make my husband eat your cum out of my pussy after you fucked me on our couch?" Lacey replied softly. "Is that what you're asking? Did I make him put his tongue inside me and taste the load of the man that fucks me far better than he does?"

Kevin's moan and the sound of kissing - Lacey must have been kissing his neck - floated through the air as Justin set the phone down and hastily removed his pants. The first few minutes of the call had proved far hotter than expected and he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of stroking his cock.

"Yes, that's what I'm asking," Kevin replied. "Did you make him go down on you? Did you make him taste me inside you?"

Lacey unleashed a low, lusty moan and the sound of her stroking got a little wetter as Justin imagined their neighbor's cock leaking precum. "Yes, I made him go down on me right after he got home."

More kissing, though this time it sounded like Lacey was making out with the neighbor. Justin closed his eyes and imagined his wife's tongue mingling with Kevin's as she jerked him off, luring him deeper into his arousal and no doubt making his dick stiffer as a steady supply of precum leaked from the tip.

"He thought I was wet for him," she said. "He thought I wanted him, that I craved him. He moaned when he put his tongue inside me because he thought I was desperate for him."

More kissing and stroking. The handjob was getting wetter. Kevin was producing a wealth of precum as he no doubt took pleasure in the idea that Lacey had fed her husband another man's cum. That had happened, of course, but Justin had fully understood what he was doing and he'd found surprising pleasure in the notion of licking a hot load out of his wife's freshly-fucked and satisfied pussy.

"But it's you that I crave, Kevin," Lacey said.

Justin's balls jumped in their sack as pleasure surged through his dick, for he knew there was truth in his wife's words. She wasn't cheating on him - not anymore, at least - but she was being honest in that she craved Kevin. She'd been clear that he fucked her better than Justin did. Luckily, that notion turned them both on and they were gleefully exploring the unexpected pleasures of her desire for and satisfaction with another man.

"Yeah?" Kevin asked. "You crave me?"

They kissed again. It sounded to Justin like a passionate sort of kiss, one with a great deal of tongue that inspired them both to unleash a beautiful moan of pleasure.

"Feel my pussy," Lacey said. "Feel how wet I am for you."

She'd left the house in a short pleated the skirt that looked good enough that Justin was tempted to try and convince her to stay so they could fuck. She hadn't bothered putting panties on, something she'd said would be a nice surprise for Kevin.

"No panties," he said. "I like that."

Lacey moaned. His fingers must have been inside her. He must have discovered her wetness.

"I thought you'd enjoy that," she replied. "I thought you'd like easy access to my pussy, to the pussy that craves you, Kevin."

Justin heard the sound of his wife being fingered. The sounds of wetness were unmistakable. He stroked his cock slowly as he closed his eyes and listened to the symphony of pleasure that emanated from his phone. Lacey and Kevin both moaned. They kissed. She stroked his slippery cock. He fingered her pussy. They were already well into the joys of foreplay and it wouldn't be long before Justin got to listen to the sounds of his wife being fucked by their neighbor.

"Does it turn you on that I fed Justin your cum?" Lacey asked.

"Yes," Kevin answered. "Fuck...yes...I hope that's okay."

A fervent kiss followed a moment later. It sounded like Lacey was making it perfectly clear that she was more than okay with it, that she too found it thrilling to feed Justin another man's load so soon after that load had been pumped into her married pussy.

"It turns me on too," she said softly. "I loved seeing his tongue in my pussy. I loved knowing that he was eating your cum, Kevin. I loved knowing that he was eating the cum of the man that fucks me so much better than he does. It felt so right to make my husband eat your load because you make me cum so much harder than he ever has."

Justin watched the head of his cock swell up and turn a shade of purple as Lacey tapped into the same desire he'd discovered that first day he'd watched them fuck. There was something so hot about the idea that Kevin was better, that he made Lacey cum harder, that Justin found mind-bendingly hot and he absolutely could have cum right then and there if he'd simply tightened his grip and stroked his dick a little faster. Justin wasn't ready to cum, though, for his wife was going to fuck their neighbor, take his load in her pussy, and bring it back to him.

"Yeah? I fuck you better?" Kevin asked. "I fuck this wet married pussy better than your husband ever has?"

Lacey moaned as the sounds of fingering got louder and faster. Kevin was pumping her pussy vigorously and it sounded like he was making Lacey feel all manner of pleasurable things, so much so that she couldn't utter a single world. Justin imagined his wife nodding vigorously at the question, though, and then pulling Kevin's lips to hers for a kiss, the sound of which soon emanated from the phone.

"I want you in my mouth," she said. "Fuck, Kevin, I need to suck your cock."

What thrilled Justin was that he knew it was true. Lacey wasn't just saying it to arouse the man she was about to blow. She really did want him in her mouth. She really did need to suck his cock, to pleasure him in that way, to drive him wild with desire so he'd give her the kind of vigorous pounding her pussy craved.

Justin listened to the wordless movements at the neighbor's house and imagined Lacey helping Kevin out of his pants before getting on her knees in front of him. The sound of a kiss filled his ears, but it wasn't the sort shared between two people. It was the sort of kiss a woman plants on the cock she's eager to fellate.

"Your dick is so beautiful," she said. "So big, so thick, so hard for me."

"I get hard whenever I think about you, Lacey," Kevin admitted. "It's never been that way before, but fucking you is so hot that I just have to think about you and my dick gets stiff."

He moaned and so did Lacey. A moment later the sounds of a blowjob emanated from Justin's phone. He closed his eyes, leaned back on the couch, and imagined his wife sucking another man's cock. He'd seen it happen a handful of times - including on the couch he was seated on at the moment - and it was simple to picture it in his mind.

The pleasure of doing so was potent as Justin saw Lacey's lips wrapped tightly around the neighbor's thick shaft. He saw her hand around the base and watched it move up and down with her mouth. He saw her playing with Kevin's big balls, ensuring that he got every bit of attention he deserved, that she showed him just how much she enjoyed pleasuring him.

"Fuck...I love sucking your cock," she said. "I love how you taste. I love how you feel in my mouth. I love the way you moan when I blow you, Kevin. I love making you feel good."

He moaned and Justin did the same. It was just so fucking hot to hear his wife utter those words to another man that he couldn't help but moan.

"Suck my balls," Kevin said.

"With pleasure," Lacey replied.

Justin listened to his wife gleefully suck on their neighbor's balls. He loved her willingness to do whatever he desired. He loved that she hadn't hesitated to take his testicles in her mouth, to bathe them in the same pleasure she'd showed his cock, and he could only imagine how hot it looked from Kevin's perspective as he watched a married woman dutifully pleasure him and do so with the kind of passion few men ended up on the receiving end of.

"I need you inside me," Lacey said. "I need you to fuck me, Kevin. I need you to fuck me and I need your cum in my married pussy."

Justin wasn't sure, but it sounded like Lacey was moving onto the couch. He imagined she was on her back, which would give Kevin the opportunity to fuck her as hard as he wanted.

"Yeah?" Kevin asked as the sound of vigorous pussy fingering filled the air. "You want me to fuck this wet pussy?"

"Yes, please!" Lacey begged. "Please, fuck my wet pussy!"

"What about your husband?" he asked.

Lacey moaned. "You know he can't fuck me like you do. You know he can't make me feel anywhere near as good as you do. You know I need your cock, Kevin. You know I need you to fuck me."

He fingered her faster and harder.

"And I know that my pussy makes you feel better than anyone else," she said. "I know you love it, Kevin. I know you crave it. I know you want to slide that big dick into me and fuck me bareback. I know you want to unload in me and send me home with your cum dripping down my legs."

Justin wanted that. He was suddenly quite desperate for that, in fact. He imagined opening the door to find Lacey standing there in her pleated skirt and camisole with another man's cum literally dripping down her thighs, and as that thought ran through his head he felt his cock throb with pure delight.

"You're right," Kevin replied. "I want to send you home filled with my cum, and I want you to make your husband eat your sloppy pussy when he gets home."

Justin was supposed to be out with his friends. At least that's what Lacey told Kevin to give a plausible reason why she could spend part of her Sunday getting fucked by a man she wasn't married to.

"Then fuck me," she said. "Fuck me hard. Fill me with your cum. Send me back to my house with a sloppy, well-fucked pussy that I'll feed to Justin the moment he walks through the door."

They both moaned a moment later. Kevin was inside her. He must have been. Justin imagined his wife on her back with the pleated skirt up around her waist. He saw her legs spread wide to welcome their neighbor between them. He saw Kevin's cock moving in and out of her pussy. He imagined the same thing he'd already seen a handful of times. It was the most arousing thing in the world to him. It didn't matter that it was a fucked up kind of desire to have. All that mattered was that it was hot as hell to think about.

The sounds of sex were almost as hot as watching it as Justin kept his eyes closed and let all sorts of beautiful imagery play out in his head. He could clearly see Kevin's big, unprotected cock moving in and out of Lacey's pussy. He could see them kissing. He could see Kevin playing with her tits as they fucked. He could see every little detail in his mind and it was all accompanied by a soundtrack of pure pleasure, from their beautiful moans to the sounds of Lacey's wet pussy taking Kevin's big dick to the deep kisses they shared.

"I'm close," Kevin announced. "Lacey, I'm close."

"Me too," she replied. "Cum in me, Kevin. Cum in my married pussy. Flood my cunt. Fill me with your load!"

They came almost simultaneously as Justin stroked his cock on the couch. He imagined a look of pure pleasure on his wife's face as Kevin's dick pulsed inside her pussy, filling her with his hot cum. Their moans were loud and wondrous, a surefire sign of their overwhelming satisfaction.

Afterwards, Justin heard the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional slow, passionate kiss. He heard them touching each other in what he imagined was a soft, gentle manner as they came down from the heights of pleasure they'd reached.

"You're incredible, Lacey," Kevin said.

"You fuck me like no man ever has," she replied.

The fact that it was true made it so much hotter for Justin to hear.

More kisses followed before they decoupled. Justin thought of Lacey's pussy. He imagined it gaping open after the good fucking from their neighbor's big cock.

"Thank you, as always, for the orgasm," Lacey said. "I should get going, though. I don't want Justin coming home to an empty house."

"Of course," Kevin replied.

They kissed - a long, lingering kiss by the sound of it - and the sound of footsteps filled Justin with excitement. Lacey was coming home, and she was coming home with a pussy brimming with another man's load.

"I'll see you again?" Kevin asked.

Lacey laughed softly. "Yes, you'll see me again, and again, and again. I'm serious when I say that you fuck me better than any man ever has, Kevin, and I'm not about to give that up. So, really, I'm yours for as long as you want me. I'm not always available, obviously, but I want you all the time."

They kissed again, this time with what sounded like a great deal of passion. For the first time that day Justin felt a touch of jealousy as it became clear that Lacey felt a deep, genuine sort of desire for their neighbor. That jealousy brought with it a bit of worry, but his cock remained painfully stiff as he listened to his wife kiss the man that had just cum inside her.

"If I didn't have to get home, I'd get on my knees right now and suck your dick until you were ready to fuck me again," she said. "That's how badly I want you, Kevin."

Justin couldn't believe how hard his cock was. Despite the jealousy - or perhaps because of it - intense lust coursed through his body as he listened to his wife declare her desire for another man.

"I hope I get to see you again soon," he said. "Maybe we could go for a run tomorrow after work?"

"I'd like that," she replied.

They shared a quick kiss, the door opened, and Justin heard footsteps on the porch. Lacey was coming home. He thought about putting his pants back on, but there was no point. He didn't need to hide the fact that he'd masturbated while Lacey fucked their neighbor.

"I want you naked when I get home," Lacey said.

Justin smiled, set his phone on the coffee table, and stripped as quickly as he could. He looked out the window and saw Lacey on the sidewalk.

Justin rushed towards the door and opened it right as Lacey reached out to do the same thing. He stood there naked and fully erect and she smiled as her gaze focused on his cock.

"I take it you enjoyed listening?" she asked.

Justin nodded as Lacey slowly lifted the front of her skirt, revealing that some of Kevin's cum had indeed leaked out of her and was dripping down her thighs.

"Get on your knees," she said.

Justin fell to his knees and Lacey stepped into the house, closed the door, and reached back to unzip her skirt. It fell to the floor and she reached down and slowly ran her index finger over her pussy lips, moaning softly at her touch.

"He fucked me good, baby," she said. "Though I'm sure you know that from listening, don't you?"

Justin nodded.

"He loves fucking a married woman. He loves knowing that he fucks me better than you do. He loves knowing that I need him to satisfy my desires, that you can't. He loves knowing that I prefer his cock to yours, Justin," she said.

His dick throbbed as he watched some of Kevin's cum leak out of her pussy and fall to the floor.

"Would you like to lick that up?" Lacey asked.

It felt so dirty, yet Justin wanted to do it. The dirtiness of it might have been the reason he wanted to do it. "Yes," he said.

"Then do it," she said. "Lick his cum off the floor. Lick up the cum that leaked out of my messy, freshly-fucked cunt."

Overcome with desire, Justin fell to his hands and knees, dropped his head, and licked another man's cum off the floor. The salty bitterness danced on his tongue and he moaned as a surge of lust rushed down his spine and tingled between his legs.

"Now lick him off my thighs," she said.

Justin sat up and Lacey stepped closer, put a hand on the back of his head, and pulled him towards her thighs. He looked up his wife, extended his tongue, and licked another man's hot cum off her smooth, soft, warm skin. He thought of the vigorous fucking she'd received, of the sounds of pleasure he'd listened to, of the many dirty things Lacey had said to Kevin. He thought of it all and his dick throbbed with kinky delight as he cleaned the salty cum from her legs.

Lacey rubbed her clit in slow circles and said, "I want to feed you his cum. I want to watch you drink Kevin's load from my pussy, Justin. I want to masturbate while you clean me."

"Please, feed me," he said. "Feed me his cum. Feed me the cum of the man that fucks you better than I do."

Justin's balls tingled with pleasure and tightened against his body as he said it. He felt an intense kind of lust coursing through him. He wanted to be fed.

"On your back," Lacey instructed.

Justin moved to his back and she straddled his head and sat on his face. Her pussy lowered onto his mouth and Justin pushed his tongue between her labia and moaned as the blissful taste of cum and her juices filled his mouth.

"Mmm, fuck," Lacey said as her finger found her clit. She masturbated slowly, offering the throbbing flesh of her sex organ the pleasure it craved while Justin did his part and feasted on the load their neighbor had fucked into her just a few minutes prior.

"Does it taste good, baby? Does his fucking cum taste good? Does the thick, creamy load of the man that fucks me better than you taste good?" she asked.

Justin moaned and did his best to nod as he remained beneath his wife, his tongue probing her cunt in search of every drop of cum that Kevin had left inside her. Despite his overwhelming desire to do so, Justin refrained from masturbating because he wanted his focus to be entirely on Lacey's pleasure in that moment.

When her thighs began to tremble on either side of his head, Justin knew an orgasm was in the offing. When she threw her head back and unleashed a beautiful moan as her finger moved swiftly over her clit, he knew it was moments away.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed.

A thick dollop of cum loosened itself from inside her and dropped into his mouth. Justin nearly gagged on it, but he managed to restrict the reflex and instead savored the taste of it while thinking of Kevin's cock pulsating wildly as it deposited rope after rope of thick, creamy cum inside her.

After her climax, Lacey looked down at him with a hazy smile on her face, lifted her pussy from his mouth, and scooted back until she sat down and took Justin's stiffness between her plump labia.

He closed his eyes and moaned at the unexpected and sudden pleasure that engulfed his loins. Lacey leaned down and kissed his neck while her fingers ran through his hair. She moaned, too, though far softer and more seductive than his.

"Do you want to cum inside me?" she whispered.

"More than anything," Justin replied.

Lacey rocked her hips back and forth, milking his cock in the process. She showered his neck in soft kisses, nibbled his earlobe, and said, "Think about him fucking me, baby. Think about his big dick stretching your wife's pussy. Think about him cumming in my married cunt. Think about him screaming my name in pleasure. Think about me doing the same."

She rode him faster and Justin ran his hands down her back and over her ass.

"Think about him fucking me better than you," she said. "Think about me cumming all over his big cock in a way I've never cum on your cock. Think about him fucking your wife better than you do."

That did it for Justin. It put him over the top. It left his body trembling with pleasure as he filled his wife's pussy with the second load she'd taken in the past fifteen minutes.

"Thank you," he said. "Fuck...Lacey...thank you."

"Believe me, it was my pleasure," she replied.