The Neighbor's Wife: Forbidden Backyard Temptation

The sun beat down like a hammer on the quiet suburban street, turning the air thick and shimmering. Jake stood at his kitchen window, shirtless in a pair of loose gym shorts, nursing a cold beer and trying not to think about how miserable the weekend was going to be. His wife was gone for three days visiting her sister, leaving him alone with nothing but the AC, bad TV, and the knowledge that his arrogant prick of a coworker, Mark, was also out of town at some sales conference.

Movement next door caught his eye.

Sophia stepped out of the sliding glass door into her backyard, and every thought in Jake’s head evaporated.

She was thirty-two, built like pure sin, and clearly neglected. Mark barely looked at her anymore, too busy bragging about his bonuses and his new golf clubs. Today she wore the smallest red string bikini Jake had ever seen. The top was two tiny triangles that barely contained her heavy, teardrop tits. The bottoms were a joke—nothing more than a scrap of red fabric clinging to the plump lips of her pussy and disappearing between the thick, juicy cheeks of her ass.

She stretched languidly, arms over her head, back arched so those fat tits thrust out obscenely. Then her dark eyes slid across the low wooden fence that separated their yards and locked directly onto Jake.

She knew he was watching. She’d wanted him to.

A filthy little smile curved her full lips. Without breaking eye contact, Sophia picked up a bottle of tanning oil and squeezed a thick stream between her breasts. The oil glistened as she rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, lifting and squeezing her heavy tits until they shone. She turned slightly, showing him her profile, then bent forward at the waist to oil her long legs, giving him a perfect view down her cleavage. When she straightened, she spun around, poured more oil over the globes of her ass, and spread it with both hands, pulling her cheeks apart so the tiny red string nestled tight against her asshole.

Jake’s cock surged to full hardness so fast it made him dizzy. He didn’t even pretend to hide it. He shoved his shorts down, wrapped his big fist around his thick nine-inch cock, and started stroking openly while staring at his neighbor’s wife like a man possessed.

Sophia noticed immediately. Her gaze dropped to his hand working that massive veiny shaft, and instead of shock or outrage, a wicked smirk spread across her face. She straightened up, reached behind her back, and tugged the strings of her bikini top. The tiny triangles fell away, revealing fat, oil-slick tits capped with rock-hard brown nipples. She pinched them between her fingers, twisting and pulling while her mouth fell open in a silent moan.

Then she slipped one hand down her flat stomach, under the front of that pathetic red bikini bottom. Jake could see the fabric move as two fingers sank into her obviously soaked cunt. She started rubbing her clit in lazy circles, hips rolling, eyes never leaving his pumping fist.

The tension snapped like a live wire.

Sophia pulled her shiny fingers free, brought them to her lips, and licked her own juices off them like a cat. Then she spoke, voice low, throaty, and dripping with lust.

“Stop jerking that fat cock by yourself, Jake. Come over here and fuck me like Mark never could. Right here. In the yard. I want it raw.”

Jake vaulted the fence in one fluid motion, shorts left behind on his own patio. The second his feet hit her grass, Sophia was on him. They crashed together in a filthy open-mouthed kiss, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. Her heavy oiled tits mashed against his chest as she reached down and wrapped both hands around his throbbing cock, stroking him possessively.

“God, you’re huge,” she moaned against his mouth. “I’ve been fantasizing about this dick for months.”

Jake grabbed two handfuls of her plump ass and lifted her, carrying her the few steps to the wide wooden lounge chair. He set her down, spun her around roughly, and shoved her forward so she braced her hands on the backrest. The red bikini bottoms were yanked violently to the side. Her pussy was shaved smooth, puffy, and dripping wet.

He didn’t tease. He lined up the fat head of his cock and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

“Fuuuuck!” Sophia cried out, head snapping back.

Jake groaned at the scorching heat and perfect tightness of another man’s wife wrapped around his bare cock. He gripped her wide hips and started pounding her doggy-style with savage strokes, his heavy balls slapping her clit on every thrust. Her thick ass rippled and bounced with every impact. He brought one hand down hard—SMACK—leaving a bright red handprint on her right cheek.

“Yes! Harder!” she begged, pushing back to meet him. “Fuck me like you own this pussy!”

Jake grabbed a fistful of her long dark hair and yanked her head back, using it like reins as he railed her. The wet, obscene sound of his thick cock destroying her cunt filled the backyard. He could feel her walls fluttering and squeezing, already close.

After a few minutes of relentless pounding, he pulled out, sat on the lounge chair, and dragged her on top of him in reverse cowgirl. Sophia reached back, spread her ass cheeks, and sank down onto his cock again, this time facing away so he had a perfect view of her stretched pussy swallowing every inch. She started riding him like a whore, rolling her hips in filthy circles, grinding her tight little asshole against the base of his shaft on every downstroke.

Jake reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while she bounced. Her tits jiggled wildly. She was moaning loud enough that anyone home on the street might hear, but neither of them cared.

“Fuck, your cock is so deep,” she panted. “I’m gonna—oh shit—I’m gonna squirt on you!”

Jake felt her pussy clamp down like a vice. He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her as she came, a hot gush of girl-cum spraying out around his cock and soaking his balls and thighs. Sophia’s whole body shook with the force of it.

He didn’t let her rest.

Jake flipped her onto her back, folded her legs up over his shoulders until her knees were by her ears, and drove back into her soaked, spasming cunt. The new angle let him rail her with deep, nasty, womb-kissing strokes. Sophia’s eyes rolled back. Her mouth hung open in a constant moan as he fucked her straight through her orgasm and into another.

“Cum in me,” she gasped. “I want to feel it—”

“Not yet,” he growled, sweat dripping from his chest onto her oil-slick tits. “I’m painting that pretty face and those fat fucking tits.”

He fucked her for another few minutes like that, the lounge chair creaking dangerously beneath them, until he felt his balls draw up tight. Jake pulled out at the last second, climbed up her body, and aimed his throbbing cock at her.

Thick, ropey jets of hot cum erupted from him. The first powerful spurt landed across her open mouth and cheek. The next splashed over her heaving tits, coating her hard nipples. He kept stroking, milking every drop, covering her face, her neck, and both heavy breasts until she looked like a glazed pastry.

Sophia was smiling the whole time, eyes half-lidded with filthy satisfaction. When he finally stopped pulsing, she scooped a thick glob of his cum off her left tit with two fingers, brought it to her mouth, and sucked it clean with an obscene moan.

“Mmm. Tastes even better than I imagined,” she purred, licking her lips. Another scoop disappeared between her lips. “This is only the beginning of our filthy backyard affair, Jake. Next time her husband leaves town, I’m going to ride your cock until I can’t walk straight.”

Jake was still catching his breath, staring down at the married woman painted in his seed, when the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway next to the house made them both freeze.

Mark’s voice rang out loud and clear from the front of the house.

“Honey? Surprise! The conference got canceled. I’m home early!”