Bad Neighbours Pt. 04

"Andy," Jenna said, breaking his train of thought. "Do you want to cum now, baby?"

"Yes," Andy whimpered. "Please."

Jenna let just the head of Andy's cock slide past her entrance. She took a drag from her cigarette and held it for a few seconds as she stared at him. She slowly blew the smoke to the side, her eyes still locked on his.

The feeling of Jenna's pussy clamped tightly around just the head of his swollen head was too much. Andy felt his body shake and he tried to thrust further into her as his orgasm began.

Suddenly, Jenna stood up leaving Andy's cock to slip from her folds and slap against his stomach for a third time. She stood straddling his knees, her legs spread showing the beautiful wet pussy that Andy was suddenly deprived of. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face hard against her pussy.

"NO!" Andy moaned into her pussy, as he began to shoot his load onto his own stomach. His hips bucked into the air as rope after rope of cum sprayed over Andy's body. His cock twitched and danced wildly, his climax ruined once again.

"Why did you do that?" he whined once his cock stopped twitching. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he was suddenly overcome with emotions.

Jenna chuckled and took another drag off her cigarette. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she blew a slow stream of smoke in his direction.

"Wow, Andy," she smiled. "You sure know how to shoot a load. Did you think I would want all that sticky mess inside me, silly?"

Andy looked down at his deflating cock and the mess he had made.

"Now Andy, there are just a couple of things we need to go over before I let you go," she said matter of factly, as she sat down beside him.

Andy's heart sank but at this point, he could hardly think straight. He felt utterly spent and defeated. He stared ahead at the TV feeling ashamed and emotionally drained.

He heard Dean give a final order to his wife as she lay on the bed in front of him recovering. His cock dangled in front of him, covered in a slimy mix of their juices.

"Get over here and clean my cock off, Abbie," Dean ordered.

Abbie rolled onto her back, letting Dean's cock dangle over her head. She started to reach for it, but Dean stopped her.

"Ah, ah, ah," he said, pushing her hand away. "No hands. Clean it off, Abbie."

Abbie understood. She lifted her head off the bed and ran her tongue the length of Dean's messy shaft. Before long, she was eagerly lapping up their sticky mess, her eyes never leaving his. Then she took his cock in her mouth. When she finally let it slide from her lips, Andy could see it glistened with her saliva. His wife smiled up at Dean and licked her lips.

With Andy's orgasm long gone, watching all of this unfold had lost any sexual appeal for him. He felt nothing but humiliation and pain as he watched his beautiful wife service her lover's cock. He thought he may throw up.

"Good girl," Dean said approvingly. "Now, there's just one more thing, Abbie." Dean looked at the camera but leaned down close to Abbie's ear. Andy could not make out what he said but Abbie looked at him with surprise.

"I -...." she hesitated.

"Do you promise, Abbie? You're going to do what I told you, right?" he asked, the look on his face suggesting he already knew her answer.

"Ok," she conceded.

Jenna leaned in and whispered in Andy's ear. "Andy, are you still with me?" she asked.

Andy turned to look at her, realizing he'd not been paying attention.

"What?" he said, his mind numb.

"Abbie is going to be coming out of the bedroom soon, and I'm guessing you don't want her seeing... this mess," she waved her hand at the pools of cum covering his stomach and giggled. "I have a couple of rules I will need you to follow after you leave here tonight. Do you understand?"

Andy didn't understand at all. He was confused and both physically and mentally exhausted. He nodded.

"Andy, let's be honest. There are a lot of things you've done on camera over the past few weeks. Things I don't think you'd want Abbie or anyone else to see. Am I right?" Jenna asked, her tone insinuating she was fully aware of Andy's predicament. "If I were to share some of these moments with your lovely wife, do you think she might be upset, to say the least? Maybe even disgusted?"

Andy swallowed and tried to gather his thoughts. It had somehow not occurred to him that besides his first indiscretion caught on video while his neighbours were away, there had been other things he'd been forced to do and those too were undoubtedly captured. How could he have been so stupid? Why hadn't he thought of that at the time? He felt even more panicked than before. He wasn't sure what to say, but he knew he had no choice but to comply with Jenna's demands.

"Yes," he finally answered, his voice shaking slightly. "I understand. What do you want me to do?"

Jenna smiled coyly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"First rule, Andy," she whispered conspiratorially. "No telling Abbie about tonight."

Andy's heart skipped a beat. He knew that lying to Abbie would be wrong, but he also knew that telling her the truth would only lead to disaster.

"Not only what happened between you and I. But you are not to give her any indication that you know about her fucking Dean. Is that clear?" He hesitated for a moment before reluctantly agreeing.

"Second rule," Jenna continued. "You should support and encourage your wife."

Andy looked confused.

"What I mean is," Jenna chuckled. "Abbie is clearly going through a sort of sexual awakening, don't you think? I don't mean to be crude or disrespectful, Andy, but let's be honest: she's becoming a bit of a cheating slut. But I think you like that. So if she asks you to do something in the bedroom, you do it. No matter what it is. Understood?"

Andy cringed at Jenna's depiction of his wife, but he nodded, just wanting this night to be over with.

"Oh and just one more thing," Jenna added, taking one last pull on her cigarette and crushing it out. Without exhaling, she leaned in close, looking Andy directly in the eyes. "Whenever Abbie says she is coming next door to visit, you are not to discourage her. In fact Andy, I think you should encourage her. You know, it's healthy for a marriage if couples have other... friends." She giggled, exhaling a steam of smoke to the side.

Andy felt his heart sink. He knew that he had no choice but to obey Jenna's commands. He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his decision upon him.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jenna finally helped Andy to his feet, allowing him to stumble home, still in shock from everything that had transpired. She assured him that Abbie would be along shortly and not to worry. And she reminded him one last time that he had better not forget her instructions or the repercussions would be unpleasant to say the least.

When Andy got home, he made his way upstairs and stood in front of the bathroom mirror feeling ashamed and exhausted. He used a wet cloth to clean his cum from his stomach and the remnants of Jenna's cum from his face. He fell into bed, just as he heard the front door slam shut.

Moments later, Abbie entered the bedroom looking disheveled.  Her top was back on, but he could see she no longer wore her bra.  Her hair was a mess and her eyes were glazed over. He could smell the booze and sex on her as she staggered towards him. 

She hesitated for a moment looking nervous, before peeling off her shirt.

Her large breasts bounced free, her nipples hardening in the cool air. 

Andy couldn't help but stare. He had seen her naked countless times before, but the way she was looking at him now, with such raw desire, made him feel like it was the first time. He saw the red marks over her body, reminders of the rough fucking she'd just endured. He felt hurt and ashamed. He also felt his cock begin to stir as his eyes trailed over her curves and settled on her breasts.

"Where have you been?" He asked, trying to hide his pain.

She hesitated for a moment, before crawling into bed next to him.

"I fell asleep on Jenna and Dean's sofa," she lied, avoiding eye contact.  "I had too much to drink. Sorry. I didn't realize you'd left."

Andy stared at his wife.  The smell of sex from her breath and her entire body was strong. 

"I see," he said, treading carefully. "Did you have a good time tonight?" he asked, trying not to sound accusatory.

Abbie nodded, her eyes wide and full of guilt. He thought he saw her eyes begin to tear up.

"Yeah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was fun I guess."

She nuzzzled up closer to him, her breasts pressing against his arm. He felt her hand reach down and grasp his cock. Her breath reeked of alcohol and Dean's cum. It made him feel sick to his stomach, but he couldn't deny that it also sent a jolt of excitement through his body. He was disgusted with himself for feeling this way, but he couldn't help it.

He wondered why she hadn't gone directly to the shower, to brush her teeth, and wash away any hint of her infidelity.  Was she really that drunk? Did she feel no shame after what she'd done tonight?

She slowly stroked his cock which was now fully erect.  She rolled onto him, straddling his hips, and cautiously leaned down to kiss him.

Her breath, tainted with alcohol and the taste of their neighbour's semen was repugnant.  Was she really going to kiss him after what had happened? She had to know he would recognize the unfamiliar taste if she did.

She paused, her lips only an inch from his,  seeming to sense his unusual reluctance at her advances.

"I'm -..." she seemed to struggle with what to say next.  "I have to, baby." She pressed her lips hard against his and her tongue dove into his mouth, swirling and probing as she ground her hips against his pelvis.

Andy tasted the strong bitter taste of alcohol mixed with the unmistakable tang of another man's semen. The realization of what he was experiencing hit him like a punch to the gut.

"No," he fumbled, half-heartedly pushing her away. "I..... wait, Abbie." he said, but the words sounded hollow and weak even to his own ears.

"Don't be like that, baby," Abbie pouted, her voice dripping with honeyed false sweetness. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees, straddling his legs still. She reached beneath her and guided his cock to her entrance, sinking down onto him in one swift motion. Andy hadn't realized he had become so hard already.

She let out a low moan as she took him deep inside of her.  He felt self conscious, wondering if she would even feel him after experiencing Dean's massive member.

"Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good," Abbie groaned, rocking her hips back and forth.

Andy could feel how wet she was and he realized it wasn't just her juices that were coating his cock. Dean's cum was mingling with hers, creating a slick, sticky mess between them. He tried to push the thought out of his mind and focus on the pleasure building within him.

But he couldn't. Every thrust of Abbie's hips, every moan that escaped her lips was a reminder of what had happened just minutes before. He couldn't escape the image of Dean's cock, plunging into his wife's pussy, filling her with his seed. Of Abbie eagerly cleaning their mixture of juices from his cock.

Abbie began to bounce harder on Andy's cock, her tits jiggling in front of his face. He stared at them, unable to tear his gaze away, remembering Dean roughly squeezing them while he made her orgasm.

"Oh baby, you feel so good inside me," Abbie moaned, closing her eyes as she grinded against him. Andy's heart hurt as he thought how her words sounded much less convincing and passionate than she had sounded with Dean.

She leaned back down and kissed him again, more forcefully this time. Her tongue clumsily explored his mouth and Andy could clearly taste Dean's semen this time. It made him feel sick to his stomach, but his body betrayed him as his arousal grew.

He couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, making love to his wife, knowing full well that she had just been fucked by another man. 

Despite himself, Andy felt his urgency build.

He watched with sick fascination as Abbie rode him harder, her hips gyrating with an animalistic intensity. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. He reached up and cupped them, feeling her sensitive flesh beneath his fingertips. Abbie gasped, her eyes flying open as she looked down at him.

He had a hard time deciphering her expression. It looked to be an odd mix of pleasure and guilt, perhaps even pity, the latter of which seemed to somehow only fuel Andy's desire. He squeezed her nipples, twisting them gently, and Abbie moaned with delight.

"Yes, baby, just like that," she gasped, her breath hitching as she ground down onto him.

Andy felt her pussy clench around him, her inner walls pulsing with need. He could feel her wetness coating his cock, mixing with the remnants of Dean's semen. The thought only served to heighten his arousal, his hips thrusting up into her with renewed vigour.

"Fuck, Abbie, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his voice low and intense. He had only been inside her for a couple of minutes and in spite of his impending orgasm, he suddenly felt ashamed at how disappointing his performance must be compared to lengthy and thorough fucking Dean had given her not long ago.

Abbie ground down onto him, her pussy tightening around him as she chased her own orgasm.

"Yes, Andy, I need more -- cum inside me. Fill me up," she moaned, her voice urgent.

Whether intentional or not, Andy didn't miss her choice of words: "I need more - cum inside me" and wondered if she'd unintentionally meant Dean filling her up just a short time ago. Though he couldn't comprehend why the thought of her subtle slip up sent Andy over the edge. With one final thrust, he released inside his wife, his hot seed spilling deep within her as she cried out in pleasure.

They lay there, panting and sweating, as they both came down from their high. Abbie collapsed onto his chest, her body trembling as she caught her breath.

Andy wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he struggled to process what had just happened. He could still feel the warmth of his own semen inside her, mixing with Dean's leftover mess. With his diminishing high, it was a sickening thought.

"Fuck, Abbie," he whispered, "That was...."

Abbie lifted her head, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as she looked down at him.

"Yeah," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was amazing, Andy."

The musky smell of her breath in his face hit him again before she rolled off him, her body slick with a mix of their sweat and cum.

Andy lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing. It was difficult to comprehend the events of the day that had just passed. Abbie had just cheated on him with their neighbour, lied about it and now here he was, lying in bed next to her, still coated in their mixed fluids.

Andy couldn't help but feel a mix of disgust, shame, and arousal as he recalled the events of the evening. He knew he should be angry, and in fact a part of him did feel like he might actually cry. But he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him as he remembered the sight of Abbie on her knees, taking Dean's massive cock in her mouth.

He turned to look at Abbie and saw she'd fallen asleep. Strands of hair stuck to her still flushed face.  Andy thought he could see the dried remnants of their neighbor's semen glistening on her lips and it sent a shiver through him.

He tried to shake the images of Abbie and Dean from his mind and instead remembered the way Jenna had looked at him while she smoked, the way she had made him say that he was enjoying having his wife cheat on him. The way he had came all over himself as he admitted it. And he realized with a sense of self-loathing that he might have actually meant it.

He swallowed hard, pushing those thoughts down deep inside. 

What had they done?  What was happening to his marriage? A wave of anxiety swept over him as he wondered what would come next.

Moments later, Andy fell into a deep sleep feeling more exhausted and confused than he'd ever been.