John sat on the edge of the bed, cock already half-hard in his jeans while he watched his wife Lisa get ready. She slipped on a thin sundress with no bra and no panties, just like he told her. The neighbor, Mike, had been flirting with her for weeks, and tonight John was finally going to make it real. Lisa looked at him in the mirror. "You sure you want me to go over there and fuck him while you listen?" she asked. Her voice was flat and direct. John nodded. "I want you to come back here dripping with his cum."
Lisa walked next door. Mike opened the door in shorts and nothing else. He was built and didn't waste time. The second she stepped inside he grabbed her ass and pulled her close. "Your husband knows you're here?" he asked. "Yeah," Lisa said. "He wants me to get fucked." Mike didn't need more. He yanked the dress up, bent her over the kitchen counter, and shoved two fingers straight into her pussy. She was already wet. He worked them hard and fast until she was pushing back against his hand. Then he dropped his shorts and pushed his thick cock into her in one thrust.
John sat in their living room with the window open so he could hear. Every slap of skin and every moan carried across the yard. Mike fucked her rough, calling her a dirty married slut while he pounded her from behind. Lisa moaned louder than she ever did with John. "Harder," she told Mike. "Fill me up." John stroked himself through his jeans, listening to his wife get railed by the guy next door.
Mike flipped her around and lifted her onto the counter. He spread her legs wide and drove back in, watching her tits bounce. Lisa wrapped her legs around him and took every inch. "Your husband's little dick doesn't do this to you, does it?" Mike grunted. "No," Lisa answered. "He wants you to wreck me." Mike came first, burying himself deep and pumping load after load into her. Lisa came right after, clenching around him and soaking his cock.
She walked back home twenty minutes later, dress wrinkled and thighs shiny with cum. John was waiting naked on the bed.
Lisa climbed on top without a word, straddled his face, and lowered her messy pussy to his mouth. "Clean it," she said. John licked and sucked Mike's cum out of her while she ground down on his tongue. When she was satisfied she slid down and took his cock inside her. She rode him slow and dirty, telling him exactly how Mike had stretched her and how much bigger he felt. John came fast, adding his load to the mess inside her.
After that night it became regular. Lisa went next door two or three times a week. Sometimes John watched from the window. Sometimes he just listened. Mike started texting her directly, telling her to come over in the middle of the day wearing nothing under her clothes. John would come home to find her freshly fucked, pussy red and leaking. He always got the details: how Mike bent her over the couch, how he made her suck his cock until she gagged, how he fucked her ass for the first time while she held onto the headboard. John jerked off to every story and ate her out every time she came home used.
One Friday Mike came over to their house. He fucked Lisa on their own bed while John sat in the corner and watched. Mike made her ride him reverse so John could see every inch sliding in and out of her. When Mike was ready to cum he pulled out and shot it across her ass and lower back. Lisa looked at John. "Get over here and clean me up." John crawled over and licked the cum off his wife's skin while Mike watched and smirked. Then Lisa made John fuck her while Mike's load was still on her, telling him he was just finishing what a real man started.
It settled into a steady rhythm. Lisa belonged to the neighbor's cock most nights, and John got the leftovers and the stories. She stopped pretending to hide it. Some mornings she walked next door in just a robe, came back with fresh cum running down her thigh, and made John eat breakfast with the taste still in his mouth. The three of them never talked about stopping. John stayed hard every time he heard Mike's door open and Lisa's footsteps cross the yard. Lisa kept coming home satisfied and loud, always ready to tell him exactly how the neighbor had used his wife again.
