My Alpha Male Neighbor Turns My Domineering Wife into a Submissive Slut — Part 3

There’s no way my strong, domineering wife would submit to a big cock, right?

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I drove around the block two or three times, my heart pounding in my chest. Of course I didn’t forget the steaks, it was just a way for me to get out of the house and see if John could work his magic.

My mind flipped from one extreme to another. I didn’t really want to see my wife fuck John, did I? On the other hand, the thought of my young, muscular neighbor manhandling my wife made my blood run hot and my cock press painfully against the confines of my pants.

So, I drove around in circles for fifteen minutes. I wasn’t going to give John any more time than that to seduce my wife. I parked one block over then walked to my house, entering the front door as quietly as I could.

It didn’t matter. I could have kicked in the door and I doubt they would have heard me. My stomach fell as I heard desperate cries echoing from the back of the house. As I neared the kitchen and the window overlooking the backyard, the cries grew louder and more desperate. It sounded like the porn I had been watching earlier that day, yet closer and so much more real.

That can’t be Lydia! No way!

The thoughts gave me the strength to peek out the window. What I saw made me sway on my feet and I grabbed the sink to avoid falling. I blinked as I took in the sight, my brain having trouble processing what I was seeing.

My wife lay on the lounger, her large breasts exposed and her mouth full of the biggest cock I’d ever seen. She moaned around the huge, fleshy shaft. It was so big! How could Lydia handle such a monster?

The answer was… barely. John loomed above my wife, every muscle gleaming in the sun. He rocked his hips as Lydia desperately tried to take his thick shaft into her mouth. She was gagging and gurgling on our neighbor’s flesh, using her hands on the half that she couldn’t get into her throat. Spit spilled down her chin and onto her breasts, long ropy strings of drool oozing between her fingers.

My wife didn’t even like sucking cock, or so she had always told me. Yet, here she was, trying her damndest to please John as his cock fucked her lips.

I’d never seen her so hungry for cock.

Or so beautiful.

“That’s it!” John laughed. “I knew all you needed was a nice cock! What a little slut!”

I groaned at the words. John’s smile was cruel, but his power seemed irresistible. So, I was shocked and gratified when Lydia pulled her lips off his cock.

“I’m not a slut!”

Her voice came out in a plaintive whine, but still her words made my heart leap. She wasn’t a slut! She was still my wife, despite her weakened position.

“Maybe not for Mitchell,” John growled and bounced the tip of his cock against Lydia’s lips. “But you are going to be a slut for me.”

“No, I won’t!” Lydia moaned.

She was fighting it! She was cheating on me, but she was fighting the need for John’s cock. My cock might be throbbing in my pants, but the husband in me rooted for my wife to not give in.

John continued to smile cruelly down at my wife. Lydia was fighting her urges, but John wasn’t about to give in. I watched as he ripped off her skirt and panties, leaving my wife naked and gasping on the lounger. My cock raged hot and hard as I watched John grip his massive shaft, then run the tip up my wife’s wet cunt. He was so big, there was no way she could take it! Of course, I had thought the same about her mouth, but she had taken his entire cock hungrily. Willingly.

Would she let John do the same to her pussy?

My fears were confirmed as John continued to run the bulbous head up and down Lydia’s swollen slit. My mouth went dry as I heard Lydia’s desperate moans. Her stomach muscles tightened as she lifted her hips, trying to push the fat tip past her entrance and into her needy cunt.

John knew what he was doing, however, and kept himself on the edge of her cunt, letting her feel his girth, but staying out of reach.

“That’s it,” John grunted. “I’m going to make you my slut now, you understand? As soon as I fuck that pussy with this cock, you’re my fucking whore!”

Lydia let out a pitiful sob, her hips jumping upward as John pulled back, laughing.

“What’s that? Tell me what you want!”

I stopped breathing as I watched Lydia shake her head. I saw tears of frustrated lust on her cheeks.

“I want your cock!”

My knees grew weak, and I almost fell as I heard my wife scream for another man’s cock. I gripped the edge of the sink tight, holding myself up so I could witness the shocking scene. This couldn’t be happening! It had only been thirty minutes and already my wife was crying for John’s cock, exactly the way he predicted.

“Even if I make you my slut?” John’s harsh bark cut through my thoughts.

“Yes!” Lydia whimpered.

“Even if I ruin that pretty married pussy for Mitchell?”

Oh, God! What was happening? Was he really saying such lewd things? My cock knew the truth. It was straining against my pants. I couldn’t contain the pressure anymore, and I unbuttoned my pants as I strained to hear my wife’s reply.

“I don’t care!” Lydia cried, sending a shaft of pain through my heart. “Ruin that pussy! Please, ruin that pussy!”

That was all the encouragement John needed. He grunted, his cruel smile widening on his face, and he punched the fat head of his cock through the tight opening of my wife’s cunt.

My cock lurched in my hand as Lydia screamed in pain. My God! It was really happening! My neighbor hammered his cock mercilessly into my wife’s quivering body, her cries filling the backyard as John stabbed his massive cock deep inside of her. Lydia’s head lolled from side to side as she struggled to take John’s enormous weapon.

“It’s too big!” Lydia sobbed.

“Take it, slut! Take that cock!”

Lydia opened her mouth in a silent scream as John’s next thrust forced the air from her lungs. John pulled out, then slammed his cock back in, taking by force what my wife would have given up for free. His teeth were clenched in pain and I realized that this wasn’t about pleasure. This was about power.

And it worked. Lydia shivered, her legs twitching on either side of the lounger. Then, she relaxed, her body ceased it’s shivering, and she dragged in a deep breath of air into her lungs.

“Feel that?” John grunted. “That’s a real cock, Lydia! I know Mitchell doesn’t have a cock this big!”

I groaned, my hand was on my smaller, thinner cock, stroking furiously as I watched John master my wife.

“No, he doesn’t!” Lydia moaned. “You’re so big!”

“Good girl,” John murmured and bent down over my wife. His lips covered Lydia’s mouth and soon they were kissing. And fucking. Fucking and kissing.

I didn’t know what was more horrible, John’s massive cock plunging inside my wife’s now willing pussy, or the deep, passionate kisses she was giving him. And there were the moans. Deep, soulful sounds of gratitude from my wife as she was given the thing had never given her. A real cock.

“I’m making that pussy mine, slut,” John huffed between kisses. “It’s going to be my pussy!”

“Oh, God!” Lydia moaned, but she didn’t deny it. John rose on his haunches, dug his fingers into the muscles of her thighs and lifted her ass upward.

Then Lydia was screaming again as John held her aloft and attacked her cunt with the full power of his muscular body. I thought the initial penetration had been rough, but this was unbelievable. He hammered his cock into my wife with merciless thrusts, pulling back on her thighs with each lunge so he could stab as deep inside her helpless body as he could reach.

Lydia screamed, and I was shocked to see her eyes roll up into her head, showing only white. Her mouth was open, drool dripping down the side of her mouth as he fucked her.

John was not only fucking my wife’s body, he was fucking her mind. My wife was gone, replaced by this wanton whore.

Her orgasm was a slowly rising explosion, but when it burst, it rocked her whole body. The entire lounger shook with the force of it as Lydia convulsed on the creaking aluminum frame. My orgasm joined her a moment later, the pressure in my balls letting go as my wife cried, clawed, and bucked under the masterful fucking of our neighbor.

My cum splattered against the sink, dripping shamefully down the silver surface. I leaned hard against the counter, my chest huffing in great gulps of air.

John wasn’t done. He pulled out of my still twitching wife and loomed above her. Lydia’s face lolled to one side and John knelt down. He didn’t point his cock at her mouth, however. Instead, he rested the tip against her forehead. Thick, ropy streams of cum spurted from the head of his cock and dripping down my wife’s forehead and into her eyes. Lydia moaned pitifully as John directed another shot of sticky white jizz across her lips. Finally, a final stream of cum slashed across the bridge of her nose.

John reached down and opened Lydia’s mouth by pulling her chin down with a thumb and forefinger. Her lips parted submissively, and John slid the glistening shaft into her mouth. My once strong, domineering wife whimpered, her eyes gummed shut with cum, and sucked on John’s cock, worshiping the massive member that had just given her so much pleasure.

I fell back from the window, unable to take anymore. I pulled up my pants, still sticky with cum, and ran some water to clean up my mess. I watched as my wasted seed dripped down the drain.

I avoided looking out the windows I cleaned up. I didn’t want to see anymore.

I left the house, stumbled back to the car. I got into the driver’s seat and laid my head back against the headrest.

What in the hell just happened?

The question was still echoing in my head as I started the car and began the short drive back home.

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