My Alpha Male Neighbor Turns my Domineering Wife into a Submissive Slut — Part 6
I wake up and find my neighbor dominating my wife — again!

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I woke up with a headache and a horrible taste in my mouth. I sat up in bed and wiped my chin. The smell assaulted my nose, and I looked down, my fingers covered with flakes of dried puke. When I looked down at the pillow, I saw more vomit. I groaned, my gut churning, and turned to see if Lydia had noticed. Her spot in bed, however, was empty and cold. As I sat up in bed collecting myself, I remembered an odd dream.
Lydia was wrestling with me, rolling me around on the bed. Even though we were wrestling, her cries were of pleasure, not anger. I thought we might be having sex, but I wasn’t inside of her and she wasn’t touching my cock. In the air around my head I could hear John’s voice.
“You’re my slut and I’m going to cum in that slut pussy!”
I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him, at least until Lydia’s screams forced me back to reality.
Just a dream, I told myself as I got up to go to the bathroom. Just a dream.
Yet, even as I washed the puke from my face, I wondered where exactly Lydia had gone. She had probably moved to the guest room when I got sick. I couldn’t blame her.
Another worry nagged at me. Had John gone home? What had happened when I passed out?
And why was the dream so real?
I stepped out of our bedroom and into the hall. As I neared the guest room I heard soft moans that seemed all too familiar.
No, no,no! I thought. This can’t be happening again.
My wife had already cheated on me with our neighbor. I thought I had nipped that in the bud by throwing her a hard fuck in the kitchen, but as I opened the door to the bedroom and peeked inside, the sight I beheld was worse than I could have posdibly imagined.
“That’s a good slut!” John said, rocking back and forth on the guest bed.
For a moment, I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Lydia’s feet were at the wrong end of the bed and I couldn’t see her face. My fuzzy brain took long moments to realize that John was straddling my wife’s head and her face, that beautiful face I loved so much, was buried between John’s hard, round buttocks. John had her breasts gripped in his strong hands and he was rubbing his cock between the fleshy tunnel he had created. This move his asshole over Lydia’s face, using her mouth as a sex toy.
No wonder her moans were soft. Every sound Lydia made was muffled by John’s ass as she rooted at his butthole like a prize pig digging for truffles.
It was a sight so unexpected, so lewd, I couldn’t help but open the door and watch. Never in a million and a half years would I have imagined my wife debasing herself in such a way for any man. Yet, here she was, worshiping my neighbor’s ass like it was the most delicious fruit she had ever tasted!
“Well, well!” John laughed. “Hey neighbor! How was your nap?”
My head snapped up and John was looking straight at me. I wanted to run, to hide, but it was too late.
John lifted his leg over Lydia’s head and my wife sat up, her face covered with spit and sweaty juice from John’s ass. She looked at me, her eyes drunk with lust.
“Mitchell?” she said, then her eyes cleared. “Oh, Mitchell!”
She moved to get off the bed, but John pulled her back.
“What are you doing, slut?” he growled. “I’m not through with you yet.”
“But… but it’s my husband!”
“I know,” John said and covered my wife’s protests with a deep kiss. I moaned as she kissed him back. “He’s the one that wanted this!”
“No!” I shook my head when Lydia looked at me. “No, I didn’t!”
“Sure he did!” John slid down behind Lydia and began to massage her heavy tits. My wife murmured with pleasure and let her head fall back against John’s shoulder. “You see, he bet me I couldn’t make you my slut!”
“You… you did?”
“It was a joke!” I sobbed, tears on my cheeks. “I didn’t mean it!”
“That’s too bad,” John chuckled. “Because she’s my slut now, right Lydia?”
“I don’t…” she started to say and John tweaked her nipples. “Oh! I… I don’t know!”
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Lydia looked at me, then turned to John.
“Yes!” she mewled. “I do!”
“Then, you’re my slut.”
John slid his fingers into Lydia’s pussy, twirling the tips around her clit. Lydia squirmed in his grasp, but didn’t try to get away.
“Yes!” she whined. “I’m your slut!”
“Tell your husband!”
Lydia looked at me with tears in her eyes, but she said the words I didn’t want to hear.
“I’m his slut,” she moaned. “I’m sorry, Mitchell! I just can’t help it!”
John pushed Lydia down on the bed, forcing her head into the blankets. Then, he shoved his cock deep into her from behind, driving Lydia even deeper into the bedding.
He grinned as he dug his fingers into the pliable flesh of her hips, thrusting deep inside her while all I could do was watch. The fucking I had given her in the kitchen was nothing compared to the merciless pounding he gave my wife.
“Why are you my slut?” John asked.
Lydia gave a muffled reply so John gripped her hair and yanked her face out of the sheets.
“What did you say?”
“Because you’re so good!”
“What about your poor husband?”
Lydia moaned, her glassy eyes rolling towards me.
“Because he’s not man enough!”
“What?” John chuckled, hammering his fat cock savagely into Lydia’s cunt. “What was that?”
“Mitchell isn’t man enough to make me his slut! Just you! Only you!”
“Holy shit, you are one mean bitch!” John laughed and Lydia whimpered miserably. “Saying something like that to your husband. I guess you really are my slut!”
“Yes!” Lydia cried. “Yes, I am!”
I couldn’t stand it anymore. My knees were still weak from alcohol and I sank to the floor. It was only then I realized, despite two orgasms and too much wine, my cock was hard. I didn’t want to stroke it, but I couldn’t help myself.
This was the exact scene I had imagined, my wife humbled by a powerful man. I had always hoped that man would be me, but as my wife’s cries crescendoed, I knew that would never happen. I wasn’t man enough for a woman like Lydia.
John saw me fall to my knees and grinned triumphantly. He pulled Lydia off the bed and forced her to stand in front of me. He shoved his rough fingers into her pussy, giving me a closeup view of her gaping cunt.
“I want you to cum, slut!” John grunted in her ear. “I want you to squirt all over your husband’s face!”
“Oh my God!” Lydia moaned, looking down at me. “Oh God, Mitchell! Mitchell, I… I’m…”
She never finished her sentence. Her entire body jerked in John’s arms and she thrust her pubic bone forward. A second later, a warm stream of juices spurted from her pussy.
I’d seen women squirt on videos, but I never imagined my wife could be one of them. Her hot cum rained down on my face and I whined, unable to hold back my lust anymore.
I pulled my cock from my pants and stroked it feverishly. John laughed.
“Look at him jerk that little cock, Lydia!” John said in her ear. “Why don’t you help him out?”
Lydia fell to the floor, then reached out to grip my cock.
“Sorry, Mitchell,” she murmured, her warm hand gripping me tight. “So good! Can’t help it! So goood!”
Lydia’s insistent chant filled my ears as her hand beat my tortured meat. John sank down behind her and as she was in mid stroke, he slammed his cock back inside.
“So good!” she moaned and her hand squeezed my cock hard.
I hissed in pain and pushed her hand away as John punished my wife’s pussy just inches from my face. I jerked my cock, unable to tamp down my lust as Lydia’s cries grew louder and louder. Her words were no longer intelligible, her power of speech fucked away by John’s huge cock.
John reached forward and palmed the top of Lydia’s head, pulling her up so I could see her face.
John’s fingers gripped her forehead and stretched her eyelids open. The eyes themselves had rolled back in her head to near whites, only a small sliver of her brown iris still showing. Her lips were open and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her chin dripping with drool.
My wife was gone. John had driven her brain completely out of her head with his thick cock and masterful fucking. There was nothing I could do. I could never make my wife look like that.
I came looking at that slutty, bitch face, my cum squirting onto my hand.
Lydia was coming too, a long stream of orgasms that made her body jerk and even more drool drip out of her mouth. Then, I heard John grunt and my heart fell as I realized he was coming deep inside my wife’s pussy.
Finally, John let Lydia fall forward into my lap, emptying his balls into her womb. I looked down at my wife’s sweaty, cum soaked body, wondering if she was even conscious.
Lydia came back to herself in fits and starts, her body twitching in pleasure. John sat back on his haunches, triumphant.
“You see?” he smirked. “All she needed was some good dick!”
He slapped my nearly comatose wife on the ass and she moaned.
“So good!” she moaned. “So good!”
John pulled Lydia into his arms and lifted her chin so he could kiss her. She finally came awake in his embrace and I sat there, watching my wife kiss her lover gratefully.
The gorge rose in the back of my throat as Lydia moaned against John’s mouth. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I stumbled to my feet and lurched out of the room, trying to pull my pants up over my shriveled cock.
“Where are you going, Mitchell?” John called behind me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
His mocking voice followed me down the hall. I found my keys and burst out the front door into the cool night.
I vomited in the hydrangeas, wondering what color my stomach acid would make them, then rose to my feet. I was breathing heavily by the time I made it to my car.
As I started the motor, I heard John’s mocking voice in my head.
This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
Even now my cock was stirring as I imagined Lydia licking John’s ass, fucking him, giving him everything she had denied me.
It was what I had wanted, to see my wife fucked by a dominant man. Lydia would never be a bitch to John, not after submitting to him like that.
John was right. I got exactly what I wanted.
Unfortunately, John took everything else.
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