Fucking the Neighbor’s Wife

It was a quiet afternoon, and an unexpected opportunity presented itself. I received a text, which turned out to be a very naughty invitation. The neighbor's wife, it seems, had a little adventure in mind and wanted to know if I'd be interested in joining. Curiosity piqued, I responded and soon found myself at their place, along with four other guys.

Mrs. Wilson—a stunning, curvy blonde—greeted us at the door, looking nervous yet excited. Her husband was away on a business trip, leaving her alone for the weekend. She'd always dreamed of hosting a bukkake, and the time was now ripe. With a naughty smile, she welcomed us in, her eyes darting suggestively.

The five of us, including me, were led into the bedroom, and there she stood—nervous yet in charge. She asked us to undress her, and we eagerly complied, revealing her stunning figure. Her eyes wandered over each of us, taking in our eager cocks, and she licked her lips.

"Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen," she purred, her hands running across her body as she spoke. "I'm all yours for the taking."

I slowly took my place at her side, running my hands up her thighs while another guy took the opposite side. A third one knelt before her, his tongue already licking her pussy, while the other two stood at the foot of the bed, stroking their impressive lengths.

Mrs. Wilson moaned in pleasure as my hands worked their way up to her chest, cupping those beautiful breasts of hers. I leaned in, taking a nipple into my mouth, and sucked gently while my hands wandered, finding the other breast and giving it the same attentive treatment. She tasted exotic, and her hands in my hair held me in place, urging me on.

The guy between her legs moved up, positioning himself for entry, and with a deep growl, thrust into her wetness. She gasped, the pleasure evident in her eyes, and I could see the bulge of his cock stretching her. He began a relentless pace, grunting with each thrust.

Another fellow stepped closer, his massive cock bobbing as he stood before her face. She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his, and she spoke in a husky voice.

"Make me yours, big boy. Fuck my mouth like you own it."

He didn't need asking twice. He gripped his shaft, aiming it at her open mouth, and with a groan, began thrusting into her, his balls slapping against her chin. She took him eagerly, her hands reaching up to grasp his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth with each pass.

My own cock was aching, so I moved around to her other side, and she gave me an encouraging smile. I gripped my shaft and started stroking, my eyes feasting on the incredible sight before me.

The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, moans, and the occasional swear word as the pace intensified. Mrs. Wilson's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the pleasures washed over her. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss, tasting another man's tongue as he explored her mouth. She kissed me deeply, her hands urging me to increase my pace, which only served to heighten my excitement.

The guy in the middle showed no signs of slowing, pounding Mrs. Wilson's pussy relentlessly. The sight was erotic beyond belief, especially with her encouraging him with filthy talk.

"Fuck me harder! Show me what a real man can do!" she demanded, her eyes squeezed shut, enjoying the ride.

The two of us on the sides switched positions, giving the others a break while we kept the momentum going. I moved behind her, admiring the sight of my cock in contrast to her curvy body. With a grin, I reached around to tease her clit, and she bucked her hips, urging me on.

The oral expert took his place behind her, his hands on her hips as he guided his cock into her ass. She growled in appreciation at the unexpected pleasure, the sensation of being filled in both ends almost overwhelming. 

The guy in front of her pulled out, leaving his thick fluid across her cheeks and lips. She licked them clean, savoring the taste, then turned to the next guy, who was more than ready to impart his load. He positioned himself and, with a deep breath, unleashed his cum, coating her face and hair. She sighed in satisfaction, relishing the sticky mess.

As the fifth member of our little gang, I was the last one standing. By now, Mrs. Wilson was a mess, but she hadn't had enough. She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with desire, and I knew what she wanted. I stroked my cock, aiming carefully, and with a final thrust, released my load, joining the others in covering her body and face.

She stood there, basking in the glory of our combined efforts, cum dripping down her body. With a satisfied smile, she licked her lips, enjoying the salty taste, then collapsed backward onto the bed, satiated.

We all stood there for a moment, spent and satisfied, admiring our collective handiwork. Mrs. Wilson, a satisfied smirk on her face, seemed to glow in the aftermath of her bukkake fantasy. It was a remarkable afternoon, one that none of us would forget anytime soon. As we left, she bid us farewell, already planning her next adventure.