Milking The Neighbor's Wife (2 page)

I smiled nervously. “Maybe it’s some of my
bathwater.”

He returned my smile. “I’ll take a look under
your sink just to make sure.”

My heart hammered in my chest. If I stepped
away from counter he was going to see the vibrator. I reached
behind me and tried to grab hold of the toy, intending on keeping
it behind my back until I could sneak into my bedroom. Instead I
hit the toy and it rolled off the counter and on to the floor.

Embarrassed isn’t a strong enough word to
describe how I felt when his eyes followed the item to the floor
and then lingered on it for a few seconds as his mind registered
what it was.

I bent down and grabbed the damn thing and in
the same motion my robe sifted, revealing one breast. I covered
myself quickly.

“Oh my god,” I said and covered my face with
my hand. “I’m so sorry.” I ran off toward my bedroom and shut the
door.

I sat on the bed with my hand clamped over my
mouth and listened carefully. I figured he would leave the house
out of some sort of embarrassment on his end of the situation. But
instead I heard slow footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

“Karen?” his voice muffled against the
bedroom door. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I
promise I won’t tell anyone.”

I didn’t know what to say. I responded,
“Thank you.”

“Can I open the door?”

Again I didn’t know how to respond.
“Sure.”

As the door opened I realized I was still
holding the vibrator. Jason saw me shove it under a pillow on the
bed quickly. He stepped toward me and I stood up. My eyes
inadvertently scanned down his chest and stopped for a second on
his groin. I could make out the perfect outline of a fully erect
and thick cock pressing against his tight jeans. He was well
equipped, and suddenly, I became very aroused.

“I know marriage can be tough,” he said.
“Sometimes people’s partners don’t have a matching appetite for
certain things. And sometimes guys don’t look at their wives the
same after they have a child. It’s nothing to be embarrassed
about.”

I nodded. “Are you married?”

“I was.”

“What happened? I mean… don’t tell me. It’s
none of my business.”

“No. That’s okay. Uh, she couldn’t keep up
with my… appetite.” He smiled slyly at me. “If your husband is
having issues with having sex with you because you had a baby he’s
a fool. If I may say so, Karen, you’re a very attractive
woman.”

“Thank you.”

Jason stepped closer. I may have imagined it,
but with a mere few inches between us, I swore I could feel his
body heat. He smelled musky and sweet from sweating and pulling
weeds. The forbidden thought of having this good-looking man in
front of me in my bedroom excited me knowing that he was as turned
on as I was.

“I only saw a glimpse,” he said, “but what I
saw was good.” He dropped his eyes to breast quickly and then made
eye contact again.

I don’t know why I did it. Actually, that was
a lie. I know exactly why I did it. My husband didn’t want sex as
much as I did anymore. And our routine was stale. The same thing
over and over to the point that sex was like a chore. Like doing
the dishes or laundry. I wanted something new. I wanted someone as
much as they wanted me. So I slowly untied my robe, slipped it off
of my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.

My heart hammered as Jason’s eyes assessed my
body. I watched as the rise and fall of his chest quickened. And I
couldn’t take my eyes off his tight jeans.

“Like I said,” he whispered. “He’s a damn
fool.”

I stepped close enough that I could feel his
hot, quick breaths against my skin. I lay my hand on his sweaty
chest and slowly ran it down to the bulge in his pants. I rubbed
his cock through his jeans and listened to his breathing hitch.

“She was a damn fool too,” I said.

He raised his hand to the back of my head and
pulled the band from my hair. My tresses fell past my shoulders and
he ran his hand into my hair and gripped it. Jason pressed his
mouth down hard over mine and his hot tongue snaked into mine. I
returned the gesture by lapping inside of his mouth, tasting the
beer he’d drank while working in the hot sun.

His mouth abandoned mine and he trailed
kisses down my neck, past my collar bone, and for my breasts. He
didn’t hesitate before taking my sensitive and hard nipple in
between his teeth and biting down gently. I gasped and the pain and
pleasure of it. Then he enveloped my whole nipple with his mouth
and began to suckle. The sensation of release was intoxicating as
he drew the milk harder. I laughed and my arousal was growing
tremendously.

While sucking the one grabbed the other and
squeezed it lightly. Milk spilled down his hand and down my
stomach. He unlocked his lips from the one nipple and flicked his
tongue over the other as the milk flowed from it. He grabbed the
previous tit with his other hand and began to apply equal pressure
to both, alternating lapping at each of them as a steady stream of
white flowed from my tits, over his hands, down my stomach and
legs, and onto the floor.

I unfastened his jeans and slid my hand over
his cock. He moaned and nudged me with his hands to lay back on the
bed. He removed his jeans and boxers. His dick was an impressive
size and I couldn’t wait to have him fill me. He climbed on the bed
and hovered over me. Jason ran his tongue over my stomach, licking
all the milk that had spilt, and then positioned his head between
my legs.

His tongue lapped at my wet folds and into my
vagina. I moaned as he licked. He sucked on my clit and cooed with
pleasure. I pressed my pelvis against his mouth when I felt close
to climax, but he pulled away.

“Turn around and get on your knees,” he
panted.

I did what he told me to do. From behind he
ran his tongue against my wet pussy as I moaned. Then he rose to
his knees behind me and slowly guided his thick dick into me.

I moaned loudly and said, “Oh, yeah. I want
you to fuck me hard. I haven’t been fucked in so long.”

He pulled his dick out slowly and then thrust
it in me deep and hard. My pussy quivered with excitement. Jason
thrust his filling cock quick and hard. His skin slapped against
mine and he grabbed my hips for leverage.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he moaned.

“Fuck me like I deserve,” I replied over my
shoulder.

He bent over me and ran his hands under me,
grabbing my breasts. He squeezed them hard and milk shot onto the
bed as he used them as handles to fuck me harder and faster. I ran
my hand under the pillow and grabbed the vibrator. I turned it on
and began rubbing it over my wet clit.

Jason shot more milk on the bed and his
thrust became frantic.

My orgasm built hard and fast as I rubbed the
pulsing vibrator against my pussy.

“Oh, god. Fuck me hard. I’m gonna come,” I
said.

Jason clamped down on my tits painfully. Milk
hit the bed with such force that it splattered and bounced back
onto both of us. He bucked against me so hard I almost fell onto
the bed. And then he yelled loudly as he came. I pressed the
vibrator hard against my clit and my vagina went into spasms of
ecstasy. I screamed out as Jason bucked one more time.

We collapsed together on the milk soaked bed
and Jason rolled off me and lay on his back.

“My god,” I panted. I relished the happiness
of the post orgasm. “That was fantastic.”

Jason’s breathing slowed and he turned to me.
“We should do that more often.”

“Don’t worry. We will.”