Husband's Delight: Wife Devours Hung Neighbor

Sarah's heart raced as she peered through the kitchen window, her coffee mug forgotten in her hand. Across the fence, their neighbor Jake was out in his yard, shirtless and glistening with sweat under the midday sun. At 28, Jake was a towering 6'4" slab of muscle, his broad shoulders and chiseled abs flexing with every swing of his shovel as he dug post holes for a new fence. But it was the obscene outline straining against his loose work shorts that made Sarah's thighs clench. Even from this distance, it was unmistakable—a massive, thick bulge that swung heavily with his movements, hinting at something legendary beneath.

Beside her, Mike pressed close, his breath hot against her ear. At 30, her husband was fit and handsome, with a playful grin that matched her own wicked thoughts. They'd been married five years, their sex life ignited two years ago by hotwife fantasies. They'd role-played it endlessly—Sarah as the insatiable slut devouring other men's cocks while Mike watched, stroked, and cheered. But tonight, they both knew it was time to make it real. Jake had been their fixation for months, ever since Sarah caught that first glimpse.

"God, look at that monster," Mike whispered, his hand sliding under her tank top to cup her full C-cup breast, thumbing her hardening nipple. "Bet it's at least nine inches. You want it, don't you, baby? Want to wrap your lips around that hung neighbor's cock?"

Sarah bit her lip, nodding as heat pooled between her legs. "Fuck yes. But only if you're right there, watching every second."

Mike chuckled, nipping her earlobe. "That's the plan. Go flirt. Bring him over. I'll be in the kitchen, nodding like your personal cheerleader."

Emboldened, Sarah smoothed her sundress—short, clingy, no bra or panties—and stepped out onto the patio. "Hey, Jake!" she called, waving with a sultry smile.

Jake straightened, wiping sweat from his brow, his dark eyes lighting up. At 29, he was single, cocky, and always friendly. "Sarah! What's up?"

"Hot day for yard work. Mike and I were just cracking open some cold beers. Want to join us? Cool off a bit?"

He hesitated only a second, eyeing her curves appreciatively. "Hell yeah. Let me rinse off quick."

Sarah watched him jog inside, her pussy already slick. Mike appeared at the door, giving her a thumbs-up and a wink. When Jake returned in fresh shorts and a tight tee that did nothing to hide his bulge, Sarah led him to the shaded patio table, Mike lingering in the kitchen doorway, beer in hand, pretending casual interest.

They chatted easily—work, weather, neighborhood gossip—but Sarah's foot nudged Jake's under the table, her bare calf brushing his. Mike caught her eye, nodding furiously, his excitement palpable. Jake noticed too, his massive thigh tensing under her touch.

"You're killing me in that dress," Jake admitted after his second beer, voice low. "Mike doesn't mind you teasing the neighbors?"

Sarah laughed, leaning forward so her cleavage spilled invitingly. "Mike loves it. Don't you, honey?" She glanced back; Mike raised his beer in salute, grinning like a kid on Christmas.

Tension crackled. Sarah "accidentally" brushed her hand across Jake's lap as she reached for a napkin, feeling the heat of his thickening cock. It was enormous, even semi-hard, stretching down his thigh like a python. Jake groaned softly, not pulling away.

Mike stepped closer, voice husky. "She's right. I love watching her play. Keep going, babe."

Emboldened, Sarah's hand lingered, palming the bulge openly now. Jake's eyes darkened with lust. "Fuck, Sarah... you're serious?"

"Dead serious," she purred, fingers tracing the ridge. Mike nodded again, stepping fully into the patio. "She's my hotwife. Means she gets what she wants—with my approval. And right now, she wants you."

Jake’s breath hitched as Sarah’s fingers closed more firmly around the thick ridge through his shorts. “Hell yes I’m serious,” he said, voice rough. “You both sure about this?”

Mike’s grin widened. “Positive. Take that cock out for her, Jake. Let my wife see what she’s been drooling over.”

Sarah didn’t wait. She tugged the waistband down, freeing the heavy shaft. It sprang up thick and veined, easily nine inches of dense meat capped by a fat, flushed head already beading precum. She moaned at the sight and weight of it filling her hand, stroking slowly from base to tip while Mike watched, already rubbing himself through his jeans.

“Fuck, it’s even bigger than we thought,” Sarah whispered, leaning in. She dragged her tongue along the underside, tasting salt and heat, then wrapped her lips around the head and sank down. Jake groaned, one big hand resting lightly on her hair as she worked more of him into her mouth. She took him deep, cheeks hollowing, spit slicking the shaft while she pumped what she couldn’t swallow. Mike stepped closer, unzipping and pulling his own hard cock free, stroking in time with her bobbing head.

“That’s it, baby,” Mike urged. “Choke on that neighbor cock. Show him how much you want it.”

Sarah hummed around the thick girth, eyes watering as she forced herself lower until her nose brushed Jake’s abs. She pulled back gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to the glistening head, then dove back on, sucking harder, one hand cradling his heavy balls. Jake’s hips flexed carefully, fucking her mouth in short thrusts while Mike watched every wet glide.

“Pants off,” Mike ordered roughly. “I want to see that pussy dripping while you suck him.”

Sarah stood just long enough to shimmy the sundress over her head, naked and flushed. She dropped to her knees again on the warm patio stones, spreading her thighs so Mike could see her slick folds as she swallowed Jake’s cock once more. Mike circled behind her, dropping to his knees too, hands spreading her ass. He licked her from clit to entrance, tongue fucking into her while she moaned around Jake’s length.

Jake cursed under his breath. “Your wife’s a goddamn natural. Look at her throat taking it.”

Mike pulled back long enough to spit on her hole and push two fingers inside her pussy, curling them. “She’s been aching for this. Fuck her face harder if you want—she loves it.”

Sarah nodded eagerly around the cock stuffing her mouth. Jake gripped her hair gently and thrust deeper, the fat head bumping the back of her throat. She gagged wetly, eyes streaming, but kept sucking, spit pouring down her chin and onto her tits. Mike stood, stroking his cock against her cheek so she could feel both of them at once. She pulled off Jake with a filthy pop and turned her head, taking Mike into her mouth while she jacked Jake’s soaked shaft with both hands.

“Switch,” she panted. “I need that big cock in me. Now.”

Mike helped her up and bent her over the patio table. Sarah reached back, spreading herself open. Jake stepped between her thighs, rubbing the massive head up and down her dripping slit. “You ready for this?” he asked.

“Yes—shove it in. Stretch me.”

He pushed forward slowly. The thick crown forced her open, inch after inch packing her full until she was whimpering, toes curling. Mike moved around to her face, feeding her his cock again so she could suck while Jake bottomed out. The neighbor’s hips rolled, long deep strokes that made her tits sway and her moans vibrate around Mike’s shaft.

“Goddamn she’s tight,” Jake grunted, picking up speed. The wet slap of skin filled the air as he fucked her harder, balls swinging against her clit. Mike held her hair, watching his wife’s stuffed pussy grip and stretch around the bigger cock. Sarah came first with a muffled cry, walls clamping down hard, juices running down her thighs. Jake kept pounding through it, chasing his own release.

Mike pulled free of her mouth. “I want in too. Sarah, on your back.”

They shifted her onto the table. Jake stayed buried deep while Mike straddled her chest, sliding his cock between her tits and into her open mouth. Sarah sucked greedily, hands bracing Jake’s thick thighs as he hammered her. The dual sensation pushed her over again—another climax ripping through her, pussy fluttering wildly around Jake.

“Gonna fill her,” Jake warned, thrusts turning erratic. He slammed deep and held, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded her. Sarah moaned around Mike, feeling every hot spurt. Mike followed seconds later, pulling out to paint her tongue and lips, then pushing back in so she could swallow the rest.

They stayed locked together a moment longer, breathing hard. Jake eased out slowly, a thick trickle of cum following. Sarah sat up, kissing Mike first, deep and filthy, then turning to give Jake a slower, grateful kiss.

Mike laughed softly, brushing hair from her face. “Best neighborly visit ever. You good, baby?”

Sarah smiled, sated and glowing. “More than good. We’re definitely inviting him over again.”

Jake grinned, already half-hard again as he tugged his shorts up. “Anytime. You two know where I live.”

They shared one more round of lazy touches and beer before Jake headed home, leaving Sarah and Mike tangled on the patio couch, already whispering about next time.