[M4F] The Girl Next Door

“Oh my god, Sammy.” I breathe out as my beautifully pale, redheaded, slim bodied wife rocked her pussy back and forth on top of me, doing her best to coax my load into her womb. Wide child bearing hips pushed myself deeper inside while her cries, and shrill moaning echoed through our master bedroom. One hand held her up from behind, gripping the opposite side at the waist, while the other gripped her left breast, my hand enveloping it in my palm.

“Squeeze harder, Robbie, I’m so…fucking…close!” Her pace started quickening, pushing me down, my hands gripping harder, as she leaned herself onto my chest, lulling her head forward, her hair cascading down in front of her face. I could see her ass lifting up and gliding back down, as her slit swallowed my cock. Letting go of her tit, I wrapped both arms around her back, and started pistoning my shaft inside of her. Her back went stiff, and her eyes closed in agonizing euphoria, and began moaning in one long breath until it reached its dramatic crescendo. My cum blasted inside of her, as her body convulsed in ecstasy.

Samantha collapses on top of me, our fresh sweaty bodies sliding into place against each other. “Mmmm.” She coos. “You keep that up, and I might have to look into getting my tubes tied. That was sooo much.”

I bellow a soft chuckle. “Well, I guess with 3 kids keeping us busy, it’s hard to empty the tank. You got a week's worth of backlog right there, darlin.” I look down and see the radiant goddess beaming up at me, cum drunk, and a little weary.

“If you're looking to make another baby, that's definitely the way to go about.” She says, pushing herself forward to kiss me. I return it with exuberance. I always loved the taste of her lips, and how her hair felt on my chest.

“I’ll give you even more if you’re willing to keep riding me like that. God I love you.” She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to. I know that look.

Sammy and I had been together for 15 years now. After several “building” years of both us working opposite shifts, or transitioning to new positions, or just trying to focus on our individual careers, we finally found a healthy balance to make a sustainable home. She’s been working as a regional manager of a nationwide bookstore for 4 of those years now, while I have made a living as an architect of custom built homes for 6 to support ourselves and our 3 children.

My mother had offered to take the two older ones for the summer, thankfully, while our youngest was currently being looked after by my father-in-law, leaving the two us time to get reacquainted after several months of having to sneak around with the kids at home. I won’t lie, it was kinda hot sticking my fingers in her pussy while she was trying to take a shower, or waking up to a blowjob before we both got the kids ready for school, but I can’t deny that the real thing really made it worth the wait.

I was enamored with her. She was smart, sexy, responsible, and she didn’t put up with my shit. I can’t count on one hand the amount of times she’s gotten in my face for my spending habits, or talking shit when I would call her during work hours. It’s something I love about her more than I can express in words. She was a feisty one.

Both of us were close to drifting off, her cuddled up on top of me, my flaccid penis still lodged inside of her, when the beeping of a truck outside the window woke us from our reverie. It was shortly followed by the thrum of more engines and the screech of slowing tires. Sammy got up first, the feeling of my cock slipping out of her enough to spike a little blood rush back into it. Taking the top sheet with her to cover up, she peered out of the window, while I layed comfortably on the bed.

“Hey come look at this.” She said, turning to meet my stare, then turning back to watch. “It looks like that house finally sold.”

I got up out of the bed, and walked over, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and nuzzling my head up against hers. “Huh. Looks like daddy cleaned his cushions out and used it to buy his baby girl a new dollhouse while she's in college.”

Samantha elbowed me in the gut. “My dad helped me with this house. What does that make you?”

I kissed her on the lips. “The luckiest son of a bitch alive.” I kissed her again, but her eyes were on you. “Huh. Looks like daddy has some good genes. Do me a favor and try not to fuck her, will you? Because if you do I’ll bury you!” She said, in a little sing song voice, before turning around and pushing me back onto the bed. “Bend me over and pull my hair this time. Don’t be such a pussy.”

I grin daggers at her, and pull her forcefully back on the bed.

“You better watch your mouth, woman. Or I’m gonna fuck it.”

Hello and welcome! This will be about a guy who does everything he can to not let the rich, spoiled, college aged (or older) girl next door (you) ruin his life. I'm looking for someone that is willing to go the distance with this, as I love the slow methodical test that you can make me run.

A certain level of blackmail is alright, but let's keep the kids out of it, yeah? They're just trying to live their best lives.

I don't have many limits, and am mostly a mirror of your depravity. Feel free to jump right in, or message me to talk about what you'd like to see.

Later gators!