She gripped the table over which she was bent, her legs spread wide, her feet in the air. Her next-door neighbor's cock slid into her ass, over and over. He was very good at it, finding that perfect medium right between too hard and not enough. It was more discomfort than pain. But he was firm. The firm thrusts that made sure a woman didn't forget that she was getting fucked in the ass. As she took it, she looked out the big window facing south, over the yard and the stream and the park beyond. At the only road which led to the house by way of that circuitous route that would give them five minutes warning.
Life was good.
Kris did not particularly like anal sex, at least from the point of view of physical pleasure. This was only the third time she'd let Alec fuck her that way, though the affair was almost a year old now. Steve, her husband, had never tried and she'd never suggested it. Her only previous anal experience was with Bennie, a boyfriend during college. He'd wanted to do it and she'd agreed. Three times then, too. But he was twenty-one and didn't know what he was doing, and she'd gotten nothing from it. Now, however, she wanted it on occasion. Not often. She wanted the man next door in her pussy more often than not. But she liked being reminded that she was a married woman fucking around, and she had discovered that nothing made her feel so deliciously slutty as having a dick in her ass.
Her hand was between her legs, ready to put her over the edge. When she felt Alec getting ready to cum, she would touch herself, and they would both go over that edge together.
Then she saw it. The yellow Honda Accord. Crystal's car. Crystal was Margaux's best friend, and Margaux was the exchange student Kris and Steve were hosting. Soccer practice must've been cancelled. Five minutes. Less than that, now.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Hurry. She's on her way."
Alec fucked her ass. Kris was about to touch herself, but she realized that she had no need. Such was the urgency. The neighbor's cock was in her ass and time was running out. Her fingers hovered above her clit, but she did not go any further.
"Oh."
"Oh... Oh!"
She climaxed. Felt the sensation of her asshole clenching Alec's dick as she came. Heard the sound in his voice when he felt that tightening. The moan, the last thrust, and the spurt, the cum hotter in her ass than it ever felt in her pussy. Kris cried out. Her body writhed.
They had maybe a minute left when it was all over. She felt Alec's cock slip out of her. Kris could do nothing but pull up her pants. Alec made for the bathroom. She made for the mirror on the wall and did her best to fix her I-just-got-fucked look. A car door slammed outside. Then Margaux entered just as Alec came out of the bathroom. The girl paused, looked at him and then at her, and mumbled something in her French-accented English before heading upstairs to her room.
Alec was a lovely man. Her age, a couple years younger
than her husband. Fit, not from working out in any way but just from his active lifestyle. And he had such a winning smile. She'd known him for over a decade, and when he and Jana had divorced and she'd moved out, Kris thought it was just a matter of time until they fucked. She had been right.
Wednesdays were their days. Steve's job entailed a mid-week overnighting at a satellite office three hours away. And athletic and social Margaux normally had practice in one sport or another. The following Wednesday Steve was unavailable, and the one after that Kris could only take him in her mouth. She did so with relish, dropping to her knees when he came through the door, looking up into his eyes as she anticipated his release. Three weeks later it had been nearly a month since she'd had her neighbor's cock in her pussy and she was more than ready for it.
She was bent over the table again. Kris liked it this way. Her middle-aged, forty-two-year-old ass pleased her critical eye. It was larger than the one twenty-something Kris had sported, but not by all that much, just enough to give her nice curves. And it felt pleasantly slutty to bend over and thrust her ass out for the taking. Alec was fucking her harder than he would fuck her ass. One hand pulled her hair while another smacked her rump. The sounds of his hand striking her behind and the different sounds his slamming thrusts made were part of the cacophony of their fornicating.
"You like my married pussy," she moaned, a statement and not a question.
"I love your hot, wet married pussy," he throatily replied, then repeated it over and over until Kris cried out his name and the writhing began. He came in her. He filled her married pussy.
After, they stood, talking. Alec was dressed. Kris was nude from the waist down. She had not cleaned up. Over his shoulder she could see her reflection in the mirror. She looked disheveled. Like a slut, she thought. The trickle of his cum running out of her tickled. He kept glancing down at her pussy, then averting her gaze.
She loved it. She loved it all.
"It's nice not getting interrupted," Alec said with mirth in his eyes. Kris had been thinking much about that.
"She knows. Or at least suspects."
He looked at her.
"That we're fucking," she clarified.
Kris explained the looks she'd been getting from Margaux. Of course, Alec knew of the student's early arrival three weeks prior. But there had been other signals.
"Do you think she'll spill the beans?"
Kris shook her head. She wasn't worried about that. But something else concerned her. It was the way the girl looked at her husband. Steve was oblivious but Kris saw it. She saw the teenage sexual desire in Margaux's eyes. She relayed this.
"Really?" Alec asked. He was oblivious, too.
"She's hot, isn't she?"
Kris could see Alec was wary of this question. He allowed cautiously that, yes, the slender and athletic eighteen-year-old with the exotic accent possessed a degree of appealing attributes. It didn't bother Kris. She was comfortable with her body. And why not? She was pretty, she had a great ass, and she'd kept Alec coming back for more for the better part of a year. And she had her reasons.
That week, Kris watched Margaux closely. On Sunday she saw it. Flirtation with her husband. Subtle but unmistakable to another woman. She could only imagine how bold the girl might get when she wasn't around.
The next day Steve left on a ten-day business trip to Boston. That gave her time. She spent the next two days running through the plan in her head. On Wednesday, after he was done fucking her, Kris laid it out to Alec.
"I'm almost certain Margaux wants to fuck Steve."
"Does Steve want to fuck her?"
"In the abstract, probably. I don't think he's picked up on anything, though. Yet."
