I Fucked Our Neighbor Like He’d Paid Me For It… (Only I Fucked Him For Free)

And my husband cleaned me up afterward…

“You should know that I fucked my husband before coming over here,” I told our neighbor Gary, as I lay naked on his bed, staring up at his big, manly body. “I didn’t want him to be the least bit suspicious.”

I’d been watching Gary for a while, from my kitchen window. He mowed his lawn at least once a week, and I loved to watch him do it. The sweat would soak right through his t-shirt, and his hard-muscled chest, back, and abs stood out against the sweaty fabric. Sometimes I’d stand over my kitchen sink frigging my cunt while I watched him mow.

“I should shower first,” I said, starting to rise. “I’m a mess.”

“I like a mess. Never mind the shower,” Gary said. “You’re fine the way you are.”

Gary didn’t waste a minute. He knelt down and ate my cunt like it was a plate full of free breakfast. He licked me out carefully, pushing his tongue into every nook and cranny of my steaming cunny.

I couldn’t tell if he was that eager to taste my husband’s spent cum, or if he wanted to remove every last trace of it before he fucked me.

Truth to tell, I didn’t really care.

The thought did excite me, no matter what his reasons were, but I was more excited by that huge ten-inch monster between Gary’s legs.

I’d never seen a cock so huge before.

Gary was a big man, and he could have easily manhandled me, but was oddly tender and graceful in all of his actions. He laid that huge, erect cock between my legs, bracing himself in a kind of a sexual push-up, sliding that piece of monstrous man-meat back and forth across my pussy’s thick and curly bush.

“I like a good bush on a woman’s cunt,” Gary growled contentedly. “I never could stand a shaven cunt.”

“I’ve never been to Brazil,” I said, with a throaty laugh. “I never plan to go there, actually.”

Gary zeroed his aim in upon the lips of my cunt, probing gently as he touched the tip of his huge cock against my pussy, teasing my growing wetness.

I bucked my hips upwards against that massive meat-torpedo, wanting to feel him inside of my cunt more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my whole entire life.

He eased that big shaft down into my pussy, leaning with steady pressure, not slamming it, just giving my cunt the time that it needed to relax around that forever-long-stick-of-male passion.

He rocked his hips slowly at first, easing himself deeper inside of me. I kept waiting to feel myself burst open, like an over-blown birthday balloon. It was a bit more difficult now. I could the tension in his body growing as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my steaming loins.

Then I bucked up against his powerful pelvis, taking that long, gorgeous ten inches of oh-my-fuck in one long, strong surge.

Oh…my…fuck!

“Give it to me, Gary,” I begged. “Pound that cock into me. Don’t hold back, please god, don’t hold back!”

He didn’t hold back any longer.

He pounded that long, thick piece of meat into my cunt as I rocked my hips up to meet him. The two of us going at each other like waves pounding against a crumbling shoreline.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!” I moaned as I came.

That was one orgasm.

Gary kept on pounding me.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

That was a second orgasm.

Gary continued to slam that beautiful long dick of his deep into my thundering cunt.

“UNH!” I groaned as my third orgasm tore out from somewhere deep inside of my very spirit itself. “Unh, unh, unh…”

And that’s when Gary let go of his load, unleashing a steaming torrent of pure, one-hundred-percent satisfying cum.

I lay back, feeling his seed seeping out of my pussy and down along the crease of my ass, soaking into Gary’s mattress.

Gary laughed when I tried to apologize for the mess I’d made.

“Nothing to apologize for,” he told me. “That isn’t a mess. That’s a memory. We made that memory together, you and I. I’m going to kiss that wet spot tonight before I go to bed and you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be dreaming about you all night long. Might even be a little bit more of a mess while I’m at it.”

I laughed at that remark.

Laughing after sex is always a good thing.

If sex is serious, you’re doing it wrong.

“Now you go back to your husband and give him some sloppy second sex. Tell him you want your pussy licked clean. Tell him why. Don’t you dare go and wash yourself up. From here on out, when that sorry-assed bastard fucks you I want him to be thinking about me.”

I left as he told me, wondering about that last remark he’d made.

I looked back over my shoulder from his front gate and I could see him standing in the window of his kitchen, probably still naked, smiling at me like I was the best thing he’d ever seen in his whole entire life.

And then I went on home and I told my husband to eat our neighbor’s cum out of my pussy or I’d go and get my lawyer to do the job for me and that I’d mop it all up with a brand-new set of divorce papers.

My husband didn’t argue.

He just took me into the bedroom and ate me like it was his job.

Don’t fuck with me.

I can be a real bitch when I want to.

“Heh, heh, heh,” Gary chuckled as she walked away.

“That’ll teach that sorry son-of-an-asshole to borrow my lawnmower without asking for it.”

Then he chuckled some more.

“Heh, heh, heh,” he said. “Ain’t I bitch!”