Hotwife story : I Watched My Wife Blow the Neighbor

Summary:

A suburban husband watches from outside as his wife spends an evening helping their new neighbor sort through his late father’s belongings. Hours pass with no sign of her return, prompting him to cross the street and look through the windows. He sees his wife on her knees, giving oral sex to the younger man, then being taken on the coffee table. The scene fulfills a long-held fantasy for the husband, who later learns his wife enjoyed the encounter as much as he did.

Here is your Story: I Watched My Wife Blow the Neighbor

We live in a quiet suburban neighborhood in the suburbs of Atlanta where everyone knows each other. Across the street from us stood a nice old man named Harold. He passed away recently and left the house to his son Jake. Sarah and I had met Jake a couple of years earlier when we first moved in. He rented an apartment nearby and stopped by now and then to visit his dad. After Harold died, Jake chose to keep the house instead of selling it. He started moving in right away. The whole block felt different with Harold gone, like a familiar routine had snapped, and I kept glancing out at the empty driveway wondering how Jake would handle the sudden load of memories packed inside those walls.

Jake had to sort through everything from his apartment plus everything already in the house. Harold never threw anything out. The place was packed with antiques, and he had even saved all of Jake’s mom’s old clothes from decades back. Jake came over and asked Sarah to help him. He figured a woman’s opinion would help him decide what to keep and what to haul to the curb. She agreed and had already gone over twice that week. She planned to go back a third time, and I could see the spark in her eyes when she talked about sorting through those vintage dresses and dusty boxes. It gave her something new to focus on besides work and the grandkid.

We got home from work, ate a quick dinner, and Sarah headed across the street in her work clothes. That evening she wore a light blue button-up blouse, a skirt that hit mid-thigh, black stockings, and heels that clicked on the sidewalk. I figured she would be gone for a while, so I turned on the TV and settled in for some college football highlights. Two hours later she still had not come back. I looked out the window. Jake’s garage stood open, the porch light was on, and most of the house lights glowed warm against the night. I went back to the TV but kept checking the clock.

Shadows Along the Driveway

Another hour passed. Sarah still had not returned. I checked the window again. This time the garage was closed, the porch light was off, and only one light remained on in the living room. The house looked shut down for the night, yet Sarah was not home. I wondered what they could be doing with the place dark and quiet. I had seen Jake checking her out more than once, and I had heard them flirt over beers on the porch. He was clearly attracted to her. I could not blame him. Sarah is a curvy woman with a great body. At fifty she stays busy with work, her mom, our married daughter, and our three-year-old grandson, but she still hits the gym three times a week. I never get jealous when other men look at her. It feels like a compliment. She has an amazing ass and full tits, and it turns me on knowing another guy wants her. We have gone topless on the beach and visited nudist spots. Her big saggers and dark bush still draw stares from strangers. The thought of other men seeing her naked excites me. I have pictured her with other guys and wondered what it would feel like to watch her suck another man’s cock while I stroked myself in the corner.

I stood at the window and stared at Jake’s house. Ten more minutes went by and she still had not appeared. My mind raced with every possible scene. I needed to know what they were doing. I felt both worried and excited. Worried that she might be cheating, excited at the idea of her getting fucked by the neighbor right across the street. It was driving me crazy. I walked across the street and wondered what I would actually do if I caught them. I did not want to knock. That would stop whatever might be happening. And if something was happening, how would I feel? A few years ago she flirted with a friend at a barbecue. She never gave me details. When I asked, she just smiled and called me a fool. I was pretty sure they never went further, but she had been attracted to him. Maybe they kissed in the kitchen. The idea had excited me then. Now the thought of my wife cheating was pushed aside by the image of her getting fucked by Jake. What if they were not doing anything? I honestly did not know how I would feel if the night ended with nothing more than boxes moved around.

I slipped into the shadows along the side of the house and reached the living-room window. The lights were on and the drapes were open. I peeked inside. Jake sat on the sofa facing away from the window, watching TV. I did not see Sarah. For a second I felt disappointed. Then I wondered where she was. I moved around to the back deck. From there I could see through the sliding glass door. I crouched low and crept along the side of the deck. Her feet came into view first. They stuck out from in front of the sofa. I froze. Her black heels pointed straight down into the carpet. Jake had one arm on the armrest and was looking down at the floor with a slow grin spreading across his face.

Her Mouth on His Cock

I worked my way to the front of the deck for a better angle. When I looked through the patio door my breath caught. Sarah knelt between Jake’s legs. Her blouse and skirt lay on the floor. She wore only her heels, black stockings, a black lace thong, and matching bra. Her head moved up and down as she took his cock in and out of her mouth. A rush of excitement hit me hard. This was one of my biggest fantasies and it was happening right now. Watching her suck another man’s cock was a thousand times hotter than anything I had imagined. My own cock got rock hard. I could hear Jake’s light moans and the wet sounds of her mouth through the open screen door. I unfastened my pants, pulled out my cock, and started stroking slowly while I watched. Sarah’s tongue flicked along the underside of his shaft, her cheeks hollowing with each pull, and Jake’s hand rested on the back of her head guiding her deeper until she gagged softly and pulled off with a wet pop.

Sarah lifted her head, unhooked her bra, and let it drop. She crossed her arms over her breasts, turned to face Jake, then moved her hands away. He reached out and cupped her tits, thumbs brushing her nipples until they stiffened. She ground on his lap while he squeezed them hard. After a minute she turned, straddled him, and pressed her chest toward his mouth. He sucked one nipple, then the other, his tongue swirling while she moaned and rocked her hips. Soon he laid her back on the big square coffee table. He hooked his fingers in her thong, slid it off, and tossed it aside. Sarah drew her knees up, placed her hands on them, and spread her legs wide. Jake knelt between them, lined up his cock, and pushed all the way in. She let out a low moan. He grabbed her ankles, held her legs wide, and started fucking her with long, steady strokes that made her tits bounce. “Fuck me harder, Jake,” she gasped, “I want every inch.” He slammed into her pussy again and again, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room while she begged for more.

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Fifteen minutes later she came home. She said she was tired and went straight to bed without meeting my eyes. Two or three days later I confronted her. She denied everything for half an hour. In the end she told me the whole story. He fucked her and she loved it. Do you think I went mad? Not at all. The memory of her spread on that table, his cum leaking from her soaked cunt, still makes my cock twitch every time I picture it.