If His Wife Wants My Hubby There’s A Price To Pay

I’m not greedy, but I don’t like missing out.

When my neighbor turned up without his wife, I knew something was awry. And after what had happened to his wife last weekend, I suspected I knew what it was.

“So Ron, are you here to tell me I was right, or what?”

My neighbor, Ron, was a wealthy tech mogul who’d married well. Lina was a delightfully perky blonde trophy wife. It seemed their marriage was fairly flexible, but he’d made the singular mistake of letting her fuck my husband.

My hung like a horse hubby. Women that weren’t scared off by the sheer size of him tended to want more.

Ron grinned. “Well, when you’re right, you’re right.”

I laughed. “The little hussy is hooked on hubby’s cock.”

Putting my hands on my hips, I let out a mock sigh. “It happens every time.”

“You tried to warn me, but I must say the show was worth it.”

“So you’re not jealous?” I replied, a little surprised.

“Hell no. Lina’s been so horny since Saturday, she’s been climbing the walls. We haven’t had this much sex since our honeymoon.”

That I had not expected.

“Well, I guess that all’s well that ends well.”

“Does it have to end, though?” Ron asked, leaning forward on the kitchen bench.

“You want him to do it again?” I asked. “Damn, you do like to watch, don’t you.”

“What can I say, everyone’s a winner.”

“Except me, Ron.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me,” I replied. “You get to watch. My hubby gets to plow, your tight wife. She gets to come repeatedly on that big cock. What do I get?”

I already knew what my husband would say. There was no way he’d say no to another afternoon in our tight neighbor. But while I was at it, I figured I’d get something for myself.

“What do you want?” Ron asked.

“Well, there are things my husband can’t do for me. I expect you to take care of them.”

Ron’s eyebrow arched.

“On your knees, Ron.”

It was a command, not a request.

Turns out Ron couldn’t resist. CEO of a massive tech company, he knelt on my kitchen floor.

Lifting my skirt, I pulled my panties aside.

“Eat me Ron.”

I thrust my pussy into his face. He didn’t need any more encouragement. In moments his tongue was parting my velvet folds and searching my depths.

Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled him in. Guiding him to my clit, I ground it into his face, his beard tickling my sensitive parts as I rode my neighbors face.

It didn’t take long, I climaxed all over Ron’s hardworking tongue.

When my hips stopped shaking, Ron looked up at me. “I take it my payment was acceptable.”

I laughed. “Oh my poor Ron, that was just the warm up tiger.”

“Warm up?”

I walked to the cupboard, pulled out a bottle of lube and set it on the kitchen bench.

“My husband eats me all the time, what I need is you to take that hard cock, and stick it in my tight ass.”

“What?” Ron gasped.

“What do you mean, what? I like anal, but you’ve seen my hubby. He’d split me in half. So if you want him in your hot little wife, you’re going to bend me over this bench and take my ass to pound town. Do you understand?”

I turned around and bent over the bench. I’d never met the man that could turn down my ass. I doubted Ron was any different.

I heard him rise from the floor. Moments later, my skirt was lifted up and my panties pulled down to my knees. I hadn’t even seen his cock yet, but I wanted to be surprised.

I felt the lube as he squeezed it between my ass and rubbed it into my rosebud. I could hear the quiet shick, shick, shick as he lubed up his shaft.

Pressure built as Ron worked his manhood into my tightest hole. I groaned and gripped the bench. It had been far too long. Slowly Ron fed me everything he had. It had to have been a good six inches. Not huge, but probably the perfect size for my ass.

As he bottomed out, my husband wandered into the kitchen.

He took one look at me, and one look at Ron and knew exactly what he was up to behind me. He didn’t do jealousy.

“Looks like I missed the invitation to this party.”

Ron paused, unsure what he should do.

I smacked his hips like it was the rump of a horse. “Get to work, tiger.”

Turning to my hubby, I eyed him. “You and I both know you can’t play in this party. Last time I couldn’t sit down for a week.”

He walked around the kitchen island and caressed my cheek.

“I thought your ass was going to break my dick in half. You were so tight.”

He looked up at Ron. “You heard the woman. Get to work.”

Ron grabbed my bundled up skirt and did as he was told. Drawing back he buried it deep inside me. I let out a low breath.

It felt so damn good.

“Harder, Ron.”

Grabbing my hips he drew back and pounded me as hard as he could.

“Better,” I groaned.

He went to town on my poor spoiled ass. After my first orgasm on his tongue, it didn’t take long before he’d worked me to another.

All the while my hubby sat watching the show.

“That’s it Ron, she’s close. Give it to her man.”

He did, and I came hard. Harder than I had for weeks. I felt so damn full.

Ron wasn’t far behind me, holding my skirt as he drained his balls right into my ass.

Slowly he withdrew, leaning heavily on the bench as he panted.

“Damn you’re wild,” He muttered. “How did I do.”

“That was, acceptable,” I replied with a smile. I didn’t want him growing lazy on me next time. “Bring your slut, I mean wife by tomorrow. Hubby here will fill her need.”

“Will I now,” my hubby replied with a laugh.

I looked at him. “You’re not fooling anyone. You’ve been dying to giver her a real fucking.”

“No more taking it easy,” he replied. “She’s in the big leagues now.”

I looked at Ron. “Better make sure she’s on the pill or he’s going to put a baby in her.”

My hubby stroked his hard cock through his pants.

All Ron could do was swallow.

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