The bright morning sun shone down on suburban Kansas City. The weather forecast had predicted extremely high temperatures for the next few days. Katherine Jackson, the beautiful married mother, looked out of the kitchen window with a dreamy expression in her hazel eyes. The hot wife wrestled with the images and emotions that filled her mind as she set the coffee cup to her flawless lips and took a sip.
She was set to be a candidate on the popular TV show 'Dancing with the Stars' in just a few weeks, a move that she hoped would affirm her status as a national celebrity. Katie knew she should be elated yet the former beauty queen couldn't help the sense of uneasiness that was building up inside her.
It had been more than three months since the Jacksons had allowed their ugly old neighbor Phil Dorman to move in with them following his release from jail.
Katie shuddered as she thought about the old man's impact on her life and how she had gone from being a faithful wife to becoming a total slut for her neighbor's big cock. It was something she had dreaded since the very first time the ugly widower had used her sexy body for his perverted pleasure a few years ago.
At times, it felt like her whole world had been turned upside down. Katie couldn't remember ever having so much sex. Each encounter with her well-endowed neighbor would leave the hot wife shaking and drooling, her body racked with mind-blowing ecstasy while the fat man's chunky semen leaked out of her gaping holes.
To her amazement, although Phil would fuck her on a daily basis, making her cum again and again, she found herself in a state of constant horniness, always eagerly anticipating the next ruthless pounding. Much to her shame, she usually caught herself nervously waiting for her family to leave in the mornings so the obese man could have his way with her.
Over the last few months, he had fucked the sexy mother in virtually every room of the house. In the bathroom, on the stairs, in the garage and even standing at the window with her face and tits pressed to the glass, her naked hard body at full display as the fat man had brutally reamed her ass.
Shaking her head, the hot wife took a deep breath as she stared out onto the street. She couldn't believe some of the things she had done and how much pleasuring her old neighbor excited her. Just as demanded, she had completely ceased to have sex with her husband Fred.
It was becoming more and more difficult to come up with excuses for her increasingly frustrated husband and Katie knew that her behavior was taking a serious toll on her marriage.
The sudden sound of her spouse's voice in the hall snapped the sexy wife out of her thoughts. Moments later, Fred's silhouette appeared in the doorway.
"Sure, no problem" he said, talking into his cell phone "I'll drop them off this afternoon. Hang on!"
"Why isn't he up yet?" he hissed, covering the phone with his hand as he gave his wife a puzzled look "he should be here any minute. Maybe you should go wake him".
Katie swallowed hard as she watched her husband leave the room as he went on to discuss his business.
The hot wife straightened her short summer dress and took a quick look at her reflection in the window as she ran her hand through her soft brown hair before slowly heading towards the hallway, her high heeled sandals clattering on the kitchen floor.
Standing at the top of the stairs to the basement, she turned her head sideways and listened. There was no sound coming from downstairs and all seemed dark. Taking an anxious look over her shoulder, the beautiful mother gingerly started to descend the steps.
It seemed strange to her that Phil hadn't gotten up yet. Two days ago, the obese man had informed the Jacksons that a probation officer would be visiting their home, apparently to check up on him, interested in inspecting the old felon's new surroundings and talking to his hosts.
The ugly geezer had practically begged the married couple to help him make a good impression, telling them how much he feared going back to jail. Fred reluctantly assured his long-time neighbor of their support and he had taken the day off from work as Phil had planned to take them all out for lunch. As hard as Fred tried to hide his frustrations; he knew having him in the house was affecting the relationship with his wife.
Katie had also vowed to do her best. Though it had been her who had initially sent the compromising material to the authorities, the thought of her well-hung lover going back to jail filled her mind with conflicting emotions.
As she turned the corner to the fat man's bedroom, the hot wife could hear the distinctive sound of snoring. The air was thick and humid and the pungent stench of sweat and smoke made Katie cringe her pretty nose. Slowly stepping up to the bed, she could make out the shape of the old man's obese body curled up under the sheets, his huge belly heaving with his snores.
"Phil!" Katie hissed "Wake up!"
Getting no reaction, she took another step forward and reached out with her hand, touching the old man's naked hairy shoulder as she gently shook him.
"Phil!" This time it was a bit louder, "It's past ten thirty. You need to get up!"
The fat man let out a series of grunts as he slowly rolled over, his puffy eyes opening and adjusting to the dim light as they took in the sight of the gorgeous woman, clad in her short summer dress.
"Oh, Freckles" he mumbled, his deep voice sounding more raspy than usual "Damn it, I know you're horny, but at least you usually wait until I'm awake".
"It's not like that!" Katie hissed, blushing. "Your probation officer will be here soon!"
She watched as the old man rolled onto his stomach and lifted his heavy body towards the edge of the bed. Reaching out with his hand, he gently ran his fingers along the hot wife's waist and hips, tracing her curves above the flimsy cloth.
Knowing that Fred was upstairs, Katie stood silently, frozen to the spot as she felt his hand knead her scantily-clad ass.
"Relax" Dorman chuckled "it's just my probation officer, not the king of England."
Suddenly and with a speed that defied his overweight body, the old man turned and grabbed the hot wife by the waist, pulling her onto the bed on top of him as he fell back onto the mattress.
His shirt was soaked with sweat and Katie noticed that his breath smelt even worse than usual.
"I'm really grateful for your support" the old man snarled into her ear "Look at you, dressed up all sexy just to help me. What a good neighbor you are, Freckles."
"Don't Phil, Fred's upstairs!" the hot wife whispered as she closed her eyes, feeling the old man's bulge pressing into her groin as he started to lick the side of her neck with his thick, wet tongue.
"I want you to be really nice to him. It's very important! Do you understand?" he continued, groping her firm breasts as he pinched her erect nipples through her bra, "you wouldn't want me going back to prison, would you?"
"Stop it!" Katie said softly, letting her head drop onto the ugly man's shoulder. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his hands bunch up her dress around her waist.
