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  "Let's give them a treat, I can see it in her eyes. She likes to watch," Anita cooed, holding her hand out to me.

  An uncontrollable impulse seized me, and I got up and approached her. Before I knew it, I was standing between her legs and we were kissing passionately. I pulled off her top, and kissed and sucked her small hard nipples, making her moan in delight. She reached down into my shorts and slowly started stroking my hard, pulsing cock.

  I pulled aside the fabric of her bottoms, and quickly pressed two fingers into her steaming, wet pussy. I could smell her excitement, and my fingers made a loud squishing sound as I pumped them in and out.

  I was so completely mesmerized that I didn't notice Becky approach until she was only a couple of feet away. She had a strange look on her face, anger, jealousy, and unmistakable arousal. She had her hand down between her legs and was rubbing her clit wildly. As we locked eyes, I felt Anita lean forward, pull my shorts down, and swallow my cock deep into her mouth.

  "Oh God," I moaned.

  "Oh God," my wife echoed as her body shook in an obvious orgasm. Becky's legs gave out, and she dropped to her knees on the deck. At the same time, Anita released my cock from her mouth, leaned back, and said, "fuck me."

  I looked down to see Anita spread before me. She'd pulled off her bikini bottoms, and her shaved pussy was open and throbbing with excitement. I glanced over at Becky for just a moment. Her eyes were glassy, nipples hard, and mouth slightly opened, and then my eyes went to Anita waiting for me.

  Without another thought, I stepped forward. Anita grabbed my cock and guided it home. I buried myself balls-deep on the first stroke.

  She gasped softly, and then said, "Now fuck me."

  I didn't need any more encouragement. Like a man possessed I screwed her with deep, hard strokes. Becky leaned forward, now on her hands and knees and from less than two feet away watched my cock piston into our neighbor.

  Anita's pussy was incredibly hot and wet. She was so excited that I slid in and out with barely any friction. She was bucking her hips, but she also kept looking over at Becky, as if she were more interested in my wife’s reaction than my efforts.

  "Oh yeah baby, do it," she hissed, “you know you want it.” Was she speaking to me on Becky? Still, all of that was just beyond my consciousness, and all I could think of was how long I'd waited for this.

  In fact, I was so excited that after less than thirty seconds, I felt a familiar tingle. I tried to slow down, but I was already too far gone. I came hard, spurt after spurt draining into Anita's sloppy hole.

  When she realized I'd come, she said, "Oh that was so good," but I could tell she was disappointed. I know I was. Still, I figured I’d make it up to her next time.

  I didn't have time to focus further on Anita's reaction though because just as I was finishing up, I noticed Don coming up behind Becky. I looked over to see him rubbing her hard ass with one hand while he slid two fingers under her thong. I watched in shock as he pressed his digits into Becky's snatch. He pulled down his own trunks.

  "Hey!" I finally managed to blurt out. This wasn’t part of the deal.

  Anita reached up and put a finger on my lips. "What's good for the goose, baby."

  I turned to look at her for a second. She was smiling lecherously, suddenly looking older and less attractive than I'd remembered. By the time I turned back to look at Don and Becky, he had his cock out and was rubbing it against my wife's pussy. He was huge. For a moment, I though the light was playing tricks on me, but then as I looked closer, I saw it was all him. His cock must have been nine or ten inches long and as thick as a beer bottle.

  As I watched, paralyzed, he pressed that thick slab of meat into my wife’s pussy. It was slow going, and I could see that he had to press hard to push that big cock into her tight hole. But finally, he had it all the way in.

  Shockingly, Becky started bucking and moaning as he hit bottom.

  "Oh God," she said softly. And then turning to him, "Oh fucking God!" she hissed, her voice cracking.

  "Yeah baby, cum on my cock," he croaked out, as my wife shuddered in orgasm.

  He gave her a couple of seconds to adjust to his girth, and then he started fucking her slowly. Becky was moaning softly, continuously, only punctuated by a sharp little gasp each time he hit bottom. She looked up at me, but she was really looking right through me. Her eyes were glassy, her dilated pupils looks like big, black saucers crowding out the blue of her eyes.

  "He's going to fuck her good," Anita noted, cutting through the fog in my brain.

  I looked down at Anita.

  Bitch, whore, witch, my mind screamed.

  Her legs were still spread, and I could see a thin line of my come dripping down from her pussy. I looked down to see my cock, spent, shriveled, pitiful compared that that thick, bruising tool Don was using on my wife.

  Suddenly I was sick to my stomach. The booze, the excitement, the anguish, and the jealously all hit me like a brick. I stumbled over to the side of the deck and puked up all the booze and that gourmet meal into their rose bushes, until my stomach was empty but still trying to empty itself further.

  As the last of the dry heaves subsided, I looked back over at them. Don was still boning my wife, a little faster now, but still a long, controlled fuck. Anita was kneeling in front of Becky. She had unhooked Becky's top, and was kneading my wife's big, beautiful breasts. Becky looked up and Anita kissed her wetly. Becky returned the kiss passionately. I looked back to Don, grinning broadly as he watched the two women deep kiss while he continued plumbing the depths of my wife's cunt.

  I stumbled into the house, and went to the bathroom. In the mirror I looked wan and tired. I washed my face, and swished some toothpaste around my mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit. Finally, reluctantly, I went back outside.

  They had moved away from the hot tub, and were now on the main deck. Becky was on her back on some cushions, and Don was between her widely spread legs fucking her vigorously. Don was raised up on his arms, and Anita was leaning across Becky's chest sucking her tits deep into her mouth.

  Between Don's cock and Anita's attention, Becky was going wild, like nothing I’d ever seen. Her head was swaying back and forth, whipping her blond hair from side to side. She was also moaning so loud that I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear her.

  Anita looked up when I came back out on the deck, and she signaled me over. I approached them. Anita reached up and pulled me down beside them.

  "Look at her," Anita whispered in my ear. "Look how hot she is."

  I nodded. Becky did look hot. She looked like a total slut. With her fuck-drunk expression, wet, bouncing boobs, and sounds of passion, she was sex personified.

  "Look at this," Anita said, taking me by the hand.

  She led me around toward their feet. I knew what she was going to show me, and I didn't want to see it, but I didn't have the strength to refuse. Anita pressed my head down between their legs. There right past Don's sweaty, thrusting butt, was Becky's stretched, puffy pussy. Mesmerized, I watched as Don's cock plowed into my wife's tight hole. Her pussy lips were stretched to the limit, and clung obscenely to his cock as it went in and pulled out. I could also see and smell how wet she was, and with each thrust, his cock made a loud, slurping sound. As I watched my wife get fucked, Anita reached between my legs and started stroking my flaccid cock, but I had nothing left.

  When I finally pushed her hand away, Anita hissed at me, "He's made her come five times. You owe me."

  She pulled me by the hair down between her legs as she lay back on a nearby deck lounger. I was totally humiliated now, my spirit broken. They had tricked me, but I was the one who had come in thirty seconds and was now watching Don going on thirty minutes with my wife, fucking her like I never had.

  Anita pressed my face down against her wet snatch. Rather than fight, I started licking her wet folds. She smelled musky, and tasted salty from my come. But I persevered and soon Anita was bucking and grinding her groin against my
face. I slid one finger, then two, then three into her sloppy hole as I licked her clit. That really seemed to get Anita going, and before long I could feel her pussy convulsing on my fingers as she came.

  While Anita was coming down, I looked over at Don and Becky. His cock was now a blur, pistoning into Becky's pussy like a jackhammer. At one point, his cock popped out, and before he could put it back in, Becky reached down and stroked him with her hand. Then she shimmied down beneath him until her face was even with his cock, and to my astonishment sucked the head of his slimy prick deep into her mouth. I could not believe what I was seeing since Becky has always been conservative about oral sex and much too squeamish to suck me off after I've been inside her. But now, suddenly, she was devouring Don's massive dick, and from her moans, obviously enjoying the taste of her juices mixed with his pre-come.

  "Oh God, baby, that feels so good," he moaned as she crammed more and more of his thick shaft into her mouth.

  As she sucked him, she also stroked his shaft and fondled his balls. And then suddenly, he grunted loudly, and Becky started gulping as she tried to swallow his load. After a couple of seconds, though, it was obvious he was too much for her, and she pulled his cock from her mouth and let him shoot another series of thick streams all over her face. She was quite a sight, her face covered in come, and her mouth full of his sticky jism. For a while, she continued to lick and suck his cock until she had eaten most of his load.

  When she was done, Don rolled onto his back and tried to catch his breath. Becky slowly got up and stumbled over to the railing by the pool. She stared out into the night sky, probably unable to believe what she had just done.

  I hoped it was all over, but it was really just beginning. Don quickly got up and approached Becky, his big dick sticking straight out in front of him. Becky didn't even see him coming until he put his hand on the small of her back bending her over the rail and walked that big slab of meat into her already-ravished hole. Becky gasped and looked over her shoulder in surprise, and then with a loud sigh she grasped the rail and spread her legs wider for him.

  I looked up at Anita bewildered.

  "Oh, he's just starting. Don can go all night, especially with some fresh meat," she said with a smirk.

  Then before I could protest, she pulled my head back down between her legs.

  "Now get back to work!" she ordered.

  Humiliated, I went back to eating her out as her husband screwed my wife. I licked her snatch until my jaw was sore, and my fingers cramped from finger fucking her. After I'd made her come another three times, she finally let me up and told me she'd had enough, "for now."

  I looked back at the railing where I'd last seen Becky, but neither she nor Don were to be seen. I looked back at Anita quizzically, and she motioned toward the house before contentedly closing her eyes and dozing off.

  I stepped into their house. They were not in the living room, but I thought I heard some noises coming from upstairs. I went up to the second floor, and the sound became clearer, coming from the master bedroom.

  Don and Becky were on the bed. She had her legs up over his shoulders, and he was giving her the business again. I looked over at the alarm clock by the bed, and was shocked to see it was 2:30am. They'd been at it for over 3 hours. Don was grunting and sweating, and Becky was moaning and mewling submissively.

  As I watched, I could see why Don was so turned on. Becky was this innocent little, blond wife with a killer body being totally turned out by his sexual prowess. I imagined that Don particularly got a kick out of cuckolding me, and probably had a fetish for seducing married women. I wanted to tear him off her, but I knew that was impossible. I'd triggered all of this by sampling Anita's charms, and Becky was now enjoying this too much and too obviously for me to even think about making a scene.

  I was so weary that I could barely stand up straight. I slumped down into an armchair in the bedroom and before I knew it, I nodded off.

  ***

  I awoke with a start. My back was sore from sleep in the chair. I looked out the window to see the sky brightening with the approaching dawn.

  All three of them were now on the bed, lying side by side. Becky was sandwiched between them, face-to-face with Anita while Don spooned her from behind. Don was fucking my wife again, sliding into her with long, slow strokes. He reached around and fondled her large breasts. Anita and Becky were kissing passionately, and Anita had her hand down between Becky's legs rubbing her clit in time with her husband’s strokes.

  Becky was moaning in pleasure. "Ooooohhhhhhh Gaaawhd," she croaked out, in a long, drawn out fashion.

  Anita kissed her wetly, and for a while, they tongues wrestled visibly. Then suddenly Becky let out a series of short, sharp gasps, and I realized she was coming again. That seemed to push Don over the edge, because he responded by rutting spasmodically into my wife's pussy until he groaned and then went silent.

  For a while, the three of them writhed together on the bed, slowing coming down from their sexual high, and reveling in the afterglow of a night of sex.

  "Did you enjoy that?" Anita asked.

  Becky smiled broadly with her eyes closed. "Mmmm, mmmm," she moaned by way of response.

  Gently, Don withdrew his shaft from her abused cunt. Becky groaned as the head popped out. Then with a sleepy look on her face, she looked up to see me in the chair.

  "Maybe, we should go," I said softly.

  Becky nodded and untangled herself from Don and Anita's limbs. We found our clothes downstairs and dressed quickly. Then we silently walked back to our house. Becky immediately went to bed, and slept the whole day away. I fell asleep on the living room couch and nursed my hangover watching pre-season football on the TV.

  ***

  I realized Becky was awake when I heard the shower running. A few minutes later, she came out, dressed casually in jeans shorts and a t-shirt, her still-wet hair brushed out simply. She had circles under her eyes, but looked fresh and innocent despite that, not at all the fuck-hungry slut from the previous night. She looked up at me sheepishly.

  I looked her up and down, seeking out some sort of mark of Cain, but there was none. I was in emotional turmoil, jealous, resentful, guilty, angry, and frightened of losing her all at once. I despised her and loved her. Was repulsed and unquestionably attracted.

  Becky seemed to read my mind. "Some night, eh?" she said.

  "Yeah," I muttered.

  "Maybe, we shouldn't drink so much."

  "That's probably a good idea," I replied. "Maybe we shouldn't see Don and Anita anymore either."

  Becky frowned slightly. "If that's what you want. But I don't think one night of drunken stupidity should ruin a friendship. I mean, we all showed bad judgment. I bet they are as mortified as we are."

  "You're probably right," I said grudgingly, not at all convinced. Anita and Don had both seemed somehow more calculating than drunk throughout.

  We stared at each other for a few moments, and then as if by instinct moved together. We held each other tight.

  "I love you," I whispered.

  "I know," Becky replied, "I love you too."

  III

  Becky and I eased back into our normal relationship, although there was definitely an unspoken tension in the air. I resented her hours upon hours of sex with Don, and she blamed me for the whole out-of-control situation in the first place. Neither of us ever came out and verbalized our feelings, but it was right beneath the surface, palpable.

  Don and Anita didn't call us right away. The following Thursday evening, though, we noticed that they were having their usual neighborhood happy hour on their deck.

  "Should we go over?" Becky asked.

  "I don't know," I replied. "I still feel weird."

  Becky sighed. "Look, we can't have this over our heads forever. They're our neighbors. If we can't bear to see them, we should probably move."

  "You're right, you're right," I conceded, "but let's only stay a little while."

  Becky nodded affirmat
ively.

  Apprehensively, we walked across to their house, and went up the stairs to their deck. Anita spotted us first, and raised an eyebrow at Don who looked over in our direction. Then, as if on cue, both of them smiled brightly and descended upon us.

  "Oh, I'm so happy you're here," Anita gushed.

  "Good to see you," Don said to me over a manly handshake as he handed me one of his patented margaritas.

  It was little awkward at first, knowing what had transpired between us. But as the evening went by, we got more comfortable, and it actually gave me a secret little thrill to check out Anita's body knowing I'd been inside her.

  Rather than leaving early, we actually stayed late. When all the other neighbors left, the four of us stayed on the deck enjoying the summer breeze, and relaxing in each other's presence.

  Becky and I headed back to our house around 11:00pm, and climbed into bed. I kissed Becky goodnight, and that quickly escalated into a lively session of love-making, our first since the night with Don and Anita. Becky was as tight as ever, something I realized I'd been worried about for the most of the week. It wasn't great sex, but it was good, and it was sex. As we did it, I thought momentarily about Anita, and I wondered if Becky was thinking about Don, but then I came, and my orgasm washed away all those thoughts.

  ***

  Saturday, I took the train into the office to try to catch up on some of the work that had piled up due to the fire. I told Becky I'd be home late, but around noon I got a splitting headache and went home.

  Becky was out running errands, and I took some aspirin and crawled into bed for a nap. I woke up when I heard the car door slam. Then a few moments later, I heard the front door open and Becky walk in. I got up, but then I heard her talking. It only took me a second to realize it was Anita's voice.

  We have a small house, and when the bedroom door is open, it is possible to hear any conversation in the house. I stood near the door listening to see if Anita was going to be leaving soon. If she was, I was going to pop out to say hello, but if it sounded like she was going to stay, I was planning to jump back into bed and try to get some more sleep.