David Crane - The newlywed neighbors

"Yeah… So?"

"So he's not here at the moment, and I don't think he'll be back for a while. But he's not too far away. Right next door in fact. You really shouldn't go away and leave your wife without fucking her when she really wants you."

Mark could feel his blood starting to boil. The innuendoes she was making her having a powerful effect on him. He reached out to her, but she moved cat-like away from him, his hands grabbing empty air where her throat had been. Niven wasn't frightened, but she sensed that she had to top off Martin's plan fast before Mark lost all rational control.

"You can't really blame her, after what you just did to me," she said, calmly, evenly, softly.

Again Mark stopped. Visions passed through his mind… visions of Niven sitting next to him in the bar… of him coming to her apartment with her, trying to make himself believe that nothing was going to happen. He could see that he had just been fooling himself. If he didn't want anything to happen… if he hadn't really wanted to fuck her, he would have just told her to get lost.

And there was another vision in his mind now… his wife, her naked body, her long legs spread wide, her cunt throbbing and eager…

That vision made him see red before his eyes, and he took a threatening step toward Niven, who slowly walked to the door of her apartment.

"You're lying," he said, hoping that, by saying that, he could believe it. Even now, he wasn't sure but that he was being teased and led on for some strange reason.

"Could be," she said, shrugging her naked, softly rounded shoulders.

"But suppose we go take a look."

And with that she opened the door to her apartment and slipped into the hall. Mark stopped at the door, watching her walk the short length to his own apartment. She stood at his door and looked at him.

"This is your place, I believe," she said, chuckling when Mark, uncaring that he was as naked as she was, moved with determination through the hall.

"Get away from there," he said roughly, pushing her aside. He flung the door of his apartment open, and stepped inside…

Only to halt himself just in the door-way.

There were two people right there in the middle of the floor… two naked people…

And one of them was his wife!

She was resting on her hands and knees, while some total stranger was fucking his long thick cock in and out of her ass!!!

Mark couldn't believe that Kate would actually allow another man to touch her, let alone fuck her in her rectum. This had to be a dream… some sort of joke. That couldn't be his wife there! She had to be an impostor… an actress hired by Niven and that creep behind her for some reason.

"Oooohhh… fuck me in the ass hard… hard," Kate moaned, so wrapped up in her impending orgasm that she failed to notice her husband standing some three feet from her.

"Looks like I was pretty good on the guessing," Niven chortled into Mark's ear.

"Shut up, slut," Mark said, too many things happening all at once for him to know what to do. He turned around to strike at Niven, more out of frustration than hatred, but his hand motion was stopped by the high-pitched wail of his wife crouching on the floor of his apartment.

"Ooooohhhh… I'm cumming… I'm cumming… now… now… now!!! Cccc Uuuu Mmmmm Iiii Nnn Gggg!!!"

Mark spun around just in time to see her body flailing and thrashing, and he was seized by a powerful determination to rush into his apartment and beat the living shit out of both his wife and that creep behind her.

But he couldn't move, so total was his shock, and he stared with hate-glazed eyes as the man behind Kate increased the speed of his pumping into her ass, his hips moving so fast that to Mark's liquor-dimmed mind they were but a blur.

As she cried out, Martin could feel his own body responding to her orgasm. He felt the white hot sperm gathering and surging in his throbbing balls, welling up like a churning seed!

He was cumming too!

"Aaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!" he cried, feeling himself almost ready to shoot his mighty load like a canon into her hot steaming anus.

"Ooooooohhhhhh… here it comes!!!"

He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, blood-gorged cock shot the torrent of searing, white hot cum deep into her. She could feel the boiling, surging river enter her like molten steel, streaming into her loins and seeming to spread out through her entire exploding body. On and on it came, a never ending rocket-load of turbulent jism. Martin could feel it streaming through his long penis and gushing through the rubbery head of his cock.

"Ooooohhhhhh… yyyyyeeeeesss…!!!" Kate moaned. The sensation of having a man's semen in her ass was strange and exciting, and as it went stinging through her stretched rectal walls, her throbbing cunt secreted its own thick fluids as she responded to his wild moans and cries.

Still standing at the door, Mark could no longer stand the sight of another man fucking his wife… especially in her ass… a place where he himself had not placed his cock.

Forgetting that he was naked… that Niven was also naked… Mark emitted a low, threatening snarl and stepped into his apartment, walking quickly toward the man who was sodomizing his wife.

"You fucking ass hole," he said, his hands moving up to grip Martin's throat. "I ought to…"

And the room was shattered by a low animal growl, and Mark felt the blood leave his face as he saw the massive German Shepherd slowly, but surely, placing himself within striking range of his naked body.

The force of her second orgasm was just too much for Kate, and as she collapsed forward onto the floor, she allowed her head to turn to one side and her mind to drift to some ethereal plane. Dimly, she heard voices buzzing around her, occasionally punctuated by the growl of an angry-sounding dog, but she felt so wonderful that nothing mattered to her. She lay on her heaving belly, panting to catch her breath, totally unaware that her husband had entered the room and was followed by a lovely naked woman.

But if Kate was completely out of it, Martin was in complete command of his faculties. Mark's initial entrance had startled him, but with Siegfried coming to his aid, the young black-haired man quickly gathered his thoughts. He could see that every part of his plan had worked perfectly. Niven's lush, naked body was still carrying the warm afterglow of her recent fucking with Mark, and she gave her lover a little wink.

"Well, looks like the husband has finally found out that he can't take his wife for granted," Martin said, coming to a standing position and reaching down to pet Siegfried. He smiled as he watched Mark's fear-filled face stare at the still growling dog. "Don't tell me you're surprised that your wife let other guys fuck her to get those things she really wants."

Mark was having just a little trouble collecting his thoughts. The shock of seeing his wife being fucked in the ass by a total stranger… the nagging feeling that he had been set up… played for a patsy by the lovely blonde girl who had picked him up in the bar… the threatening massive beast that was in his apartment… everything was making it hard for him to think.

"I, uh, believe you were going to tell me what you ought to do," Martin said, staring directly into Mark's eyes and waiting for him to come around.

Mark was finally able to take his gaze away from the dog when he could tell that the huge beast was under Martin's control.

"I ought to break your neck," he said in a low, seething voice. "Just who the hell do you think you are, coming in here and fucking my wife?"

"Will you listen to him," Martin said, smiling at Niven. "He wants to know what right I have fucking his wife." Then, turning his glance back to Mark, he said, "Listen, jerk, don't you stand there with your cock hanging loose next to my naked woman and ask me about my rights. You're a married man. Suppose you tell your wife just what you and Niven were doing in my apartment. Playing strip poker?"