Fucking Neighbors: Independence Day

Author: Fafmor

My wife Jeannie climbed into the sex swing, sneering across the room at me. Then she looked at Carlos and said “OK big boy, time to earn that paycheck.”

He knelt down between her legs and slowly ran his tongue across her pussy, starting at her ass and ending at her clit. He repeated this several times, delving deeper into her twat with each lick, and she moaned her approval. Everyone stopped what they were doing, focused on the main event unfolding in front of them. As he skillfully ate her out, her cries of pleasure commanding everyones’ attention, except for Val, who strolled over to me, waving her strap-on in my face with a sadistic swagger. She stood there, presenting the 9 inch long, thick black plastic cock to me as if in some primitive alpha male challenge. It was a slightly darker black than her skin tones, but not as jolting of a contrast as its maleness to otherwise very feminine curves of her body.

Val looked over at Carlos as he continued to feast on my wife’s cunt and told me in a gleeful tone, “This is what you get for fucking her yoga instructor.”

Things started to make a bit more sense. When Jeannie had told me she was going to have a sex toy party for about a dozen of her friends, I was initially excited – I figured I’d get a hell of a lay out of her after she and her friends had spent an evening giggling about dildos and sensual lotions. She had borrowed two sex swings from the neighbors, and I was looking forward to trying them out with her after the party was over – so after I had assembled them about an hour prior to the party’s scheduled start and she suggested I get naked, climb in and wait for a big surprise, I figured I’d be getting my treat early. Instead, she handcuffed me in, and I found myself the nude centerpiece of the get together. Almost all of the gals attending were in her yoga class, and a few months ago, I had gotten caught by them fucking the instructor, Kim, in her office. Up until now, I had assumed that word hadn’t gotten out because they hadn’t realized I was Jeannie’s husband.

After the guests had arrive and started passing around the various toys, with a lot of giggling and snide remarks about my naked ass, the entertainment for the evening, Carlos the Club, made his entrance. I had heard quite a bit about his legendary Carlos – he was a male stripper with a 12 inch dick, and he had certainly put on a good show dancing around and showing off for the ladies. I had also heard he wasn’t reluctant to go the extra mile with gals in the audience who wanted to do more than just gawk, and apparently my wife decided she wanted the full package as part of her revenge for my indiscretions. I had to admit he had a hell of cock, better than most male porn stars I had seen, not just extremely long but thick and straight. A lot of big dicks were deformed looking, but this looked like it belonged on Hercules.

Val went behind me, kneading my ass with her hand, as if appraising a cut of meat from the butcher and then adjust the swing I was in so that my butt hole would be level with the thrusts of her shaft. She continued to talk, now much more spitefully, as she began to stroke my crack her well-lubed shaft, “This is what you get for covering for that sack of shit husband when he’s been screwing around on me.”

Val’s husband had been having a much longer running affair (he also fucked Kim, the yoga instructor, as well, but that’s another story), and with him not around, she figured she could take out her aggressions on my backdoor with her newly purchased strap-on. I liked it much better when she had decided to get back at him by fucking me, but I guess I didn’t get a say in the matter.

I looked up at her with a pleading gaze, but she flashed me a vindictive smile. “Take a good look as I split your sorry ass in half.”

It was quite a sight – she was standing between my legs, which had been spread wide by the swing, and she grabbed her breasts, rubbing her hands up to her aureoles, squeezing her nipples between her thumb and fingers, slowly and dramatically and then dropped them down to her plastic shaft, stroking it like a guy would, and then grabbing onto my hips, pulling me closer, emphasizing that I was under her complete control. My dick was fully erect and pointing at the ceiling, twisting in the wind as I felt her body tight against my behind, my face undoubtedly looking stupid and shell shocked, and then ever more surprised as she slid a finger up my rosebud and spread some lube around.

As Jeannie neared climax, with her face flushing red, Carlos stopped licking the depths of cunt and then stood up and positioned her swing so that her pussy would be level with his pelvis. In the swing she was as spread eagle as could be, and she diddled her clit, trying to recapture that brink of orgasm, crying “Fuck me with that gorgeous cock – fill me with your cum – I need to be fucked by a real man. I need to be fucked with a real man’s cock.”

I knew she was trying to piss me off, that she wanted to humiliate me in front of her friends like she had felt humiliated when she found out they had seen my screwing Kim at the yoga studio. Val started sliding the tip of the dildo right up to my ass pucker, parting it just a bit as she got into position, then watching Jeannie.

Carlos was likewise lining up for his big entrance into my wife’s pussy – his mammoth bulb stroking the outline of her lips as he coated it with her juices. Jeannie was panting hard with her mouth open, eager anticipation of both lust and revenge. She looked at me again, making sure I was focused on her, and said loudly, “Slide it in”.

With that, Val’s cock filled my ass as Carlos’s filled Jeannie’s twat. Both stopped after only an inch or so, and then drew back, moving side to side to widen up each of our tunnels and spread the lube. I realized that Val and Jeannie had planned this to be synchronized. A few gals in the audience were noticing as well, pointing at me, whispering to one another and giggling. Both Val and Carlos did a few shallow strokes, feeling out the terrain, and getting ready to fuck us silly. Then they both paused for what seemed like an eternity, everyone holding their breath in anticipation of the big fuck.

Carlos went first, slowly but steadily feeding my wife’s cunt his cock — not pausing or pulling out like prior times, but now several inches were quickly in, probably a third of the way of his massive dick, stretching her hole with it’s immense width. She cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, grabbed the sides of the swings frame in her hands, first to steady herself, and then pulling herself towards him, sinking the cock deeper and deeper within, until it was buried halfway inside, and then he stopped as she gasped and thrashed and quivered, completely overwhelmed by the sensations. After she caught her breath, with Carlos holding still inside her, she focused her stare on Val and me.

I knew what was coming, and my mouth was dry as bone. I waited, and waited, trying to relax, knowing that I needed to unconditionally surrender my ass if there was any hope of avoiding Val tearing it to pieces, and just as the tenseness started to fade, I felt my splinter pushed apart as Val slid in. The fullness spread slowly through my inner ass, and kept going and going and endlessly going. I could feel Val’s grinding her pelvis hard against me, getting every last bit in, gripping my hips in vise-like hands. As everyone stared at me, I became conscious of just how loudly I’d be groaning – practically a roar, and just then she suddenly began to pull out and again that endless drawing sensation, only now of emptiness, but then reversing halfway through and filling me again.

Jeannie said something to Carlos, obviously satisfied that Val was giving me the ass pounding I deserved, and they resumed fucking like animals, he thrusting back and forth to meet her, she pulling and pumping the swing with her arms. Her pussy made wet slopping sounds as the giant dick slid in and out like the piston on an engine, both of them gasping as they lost themselves in passion.

Val wasn’t moving quite as fast as them as she thrust in and out me. She’d do several long strokes, taking me from empty to full to empty again, and several short ones, either deep inside or with her nearly withdrawn so I couldn’t predict what was coming next. I stared up at her helplessly, fixating on the swells on her breasts swaying back and forth as she plunged in and out of me, muttering something under her breath about how much she was going fuck up Duane, her cheating husband.

Suddenly, she pulled completely out, and the shock of the emptiness sent a violent shivering chill through the lower half of my body. Reflexively, I tried to thrust back, to recapture what was lost, even as I felt intense relief that it had stopped. But she backed off a bit, concentrating on watching Carlos and Jeannie. Carlos had begun to grunt, finally losing control after having restrained himself all night. He pushed harder, faster, his mammoth cock now completely inside her. I was forced to marvel at how that hot, taunt body could have possibly contained it without rupturing. How could he have buried that monster all the way in? But it was implanted all the way in, thick as tree trunk, both of their groins coated in her pussy juice, and she trashed in anticipation on the brink of orgasm.

“Fill me with your load” she shouted, and he increased his pace even more, gasping and panting like a wild beast engaged in mortal combat. She likewise shrieked and gasped with every stroke, frenziedly pumping of the swing. Finally he exploded. dumping wave upon wave of sperm in my wife’s pussy. She climaxed as he did, her legs flaying as her arms went rigid, pressing their pelvises tightly together until they practically melded into one. The audience burst out in applause and wooting, cheering their grand performance.

They stayed in that spot for several minutes, catching their breath. Carlos was visibly drained, exhausted by the hour or so of dancing and screwing. Jeannie got out of the swing, he helping her to the floor. She walked across the room, towards me, and then placed her legs to each side of my head, drops of sweat, cum, and her juices dripping off onto my face. She squatted down, planting her cunt on my mouth. “Eat me” was all she said, but her tone made it clear she wasn’t going to allow me to refuse. The gals cheered more, laughing and chanting “eat, eat, eat”.

I had no choice. I hesitantly stuck out my tongue, trying to minimize the contact with the sticky, spewy mess, but she pressed down on me tightly, and repeated “Eat me”. I lapped inside her hot, moist pussy lips, still stretched far apart from the massive pounding they had received. “Deeper” she insisted, and I could taste thick, salty goo. I tried not to think about it, but I knew I was eating another man’s cum out of her cunt, and felt queasy

“Faster, deeper or I’ll have him fuck you in the ass and cum in your mouth himself”. I gave in completely, licking her for all I was worth, sticking my tongue as far in as it could stretch, trying to ignore the pungent smell and salty taste. I kept licking her, trying to satisfy as best I could, pressing my lips on her clit as I circled it with my tongue, varying the depth and intensities on my strokes. My cock throbbed as it never had before, feeling like a foot long mast, desperate for relief, but I needed to focus on her clit, giving it everything I had. She began to gasp, finally, and pressed even harder down on me, till I was bearing her entire weight on face in her pussy, she kicking her heels up so that she no longer touched the floor.

“Tongue my g-spot” she demanded, and my tongue strained to reach it, anything to satisfy her. She rocked back and forth, and then came – liquid pouting out her twat like water breaking. I felt like I was drowning, drowning in dirty water as I felt the chunks of cum fill my mouth, floating in her ejaculation juices, tasting it as if Carlos had in fact cum in my mouth.

With that, she got up and without looking back at me, told Leslie, “OK, he’s yours”.

Now Leslie advanced towards me, her giant strap-on pointed at me like a weapon. It wasn’t as large as Carlos, but nothing was. But it was far longer and thicker than Val’s, and that had been more than rough enough. She smiled in anticipation as she walked behind me and adjusted the swing to lower my torso and head down about two feet below my pelvis, almost to the floor. Several of the other girls helped, all of them giggling at me and staring at the giant plastic tool she was going to fuck me with. My dick throbbed and throbbed, all it knew was that it was horny as hell after all the fucking it had witnessed but been unable to partake in.

She pulled out a bottle of lube and generously coated both her dildo and my butthole, probing in just a bit with her thumb to spread it around. “Back when I first met you I mentioned I really wanted to fuck your pretty ass”, she said quietly, sliding it in. I gulped, my mouth dry, trying to relax as it stretched me, knowing that struggling would only make it worse. “I wanted to fuck it long and hard till you came and came.” she continued, starting to pump in and out, stretching her body out like a cat as she did so. Her strokes were long — I could feel it almost pop out when she moved back, and then she’d fill me, pressing her groin against my balls as she thrust all the way in.

She flipped a switch on her dildo, and it began to vibrate, the feelings rocking my whole body, confused about whether it was intense pain or pleasure I felt. My cock begged, pleaded for release – to finally let loose the immense load of cum that had been building up inside. She kept pounding, pumping, my ass probably two feet above my head as she pushed me farther and farther up. Then she turned on the rabbit’s rotating shaft and the head, positioned at the very start of my anus began to twirl inside – an amazing, earth-shattering sensation I had never imagined. She slowly pushed that in, until I could feel the rotating pearls at the very entrance of my butthole, twirling round and round.

She pulled out a different bottle of lube, never missing a beat as she grabbed it. “Remember this?” she said, pouring it in her hand, and then stroking my cock with it. It felt so good, so intense, to finally have my dick touched, and I almost came that instant. The tingly sensation was familiar; it was what she had jacked me off with back that Labor Day, almost a year ago, and as she moved her hand from the base of my shift to the tip it was the most glorious thing I had ever felt. “I said I’d have you eating your own cum”, she said, smiling, and the pointed the hole of my prick towards my face as she continued to oh so wonderfully stoke my dick, pummeling my ass all the while. “Now open your mouth and close your eyes, and mama will give you a big surprise”.

I could picture the arc of cum shooting into my face, me helpless to avoid it. Everyone at the party had gathered close to watch, cheering Leslie on. I felt my balls drop a millimeter or so, the sperm reaching the point of no return. Would I see a big wad of white goo hit my eyes when I ejaculated? All the porn movies of women getting creampied sprang to mind in an instant, and I pictured myself getting blasted by wave after wave. I pictured all those women gagging as their mouths filled with salty semen, and I realized I was going to be them, in front of everyone in the room. I pictured the spray going on their noses and eyes and cheeks. I felt the sperm traveling up by shaft, now dreading the release I had craved, but desperate to finally get it over with. I struggled a bit but couldn’t move at all, and all the while Leslie kept my dick pointed at me, as if a gun, no longer stoking it but holding it firmly in her warm, wet hand. She gave another deep thrust to my ass as she smiled smugly in victory, just as I erupted, shooting streams of white seed across my face, chest and belly. Then another wave of thick cum spilled out, and another, and then just dry spasms until I was spent, covered in my own sperm.