A Sinister Neighbor - Part 2

This is a work of fiction that describes explicit mature content between 18+ adults. Viewer discretion is advised.

*

When Rachel laid next to her sleeping husband that very same night, her mind was filled with guilt and shame. She couldn't believe what she'd done. She felt dirty and disgusting, but at the same time, she couldn't stop thinking about it. How could she? Frank's huge cock had ruined her for other men, and she knew that she would never be satisfied with Anthony again.

As much as it pained her to admit it, she wanted more. She wanted more of Frank's thick, throbbing cock inside her tight, wet pussy, filling her up and making her scream with pleasure. She wanted him to make her cum over and over again. She wanted him to fill her up with his hot, sticky cum. But she knew she couldn't do it again. It was wrong. She was married!

Rachel sighed. Tossing and turning, all because of that bastard next door. She didn't know what to do.

In the end, the frustration got the better of her and she grabbed her phone to text Frank and let him know her displeasure with what they had done. Anthony might have wanted it, but that didn't make it right.

'u bastard, how could u? I'm married!' she wrote.

The reply came quickly, but it was not what she expected.

'Don't pretend you didn't like it'

'doesnt make it right,' Rachel wrote. 'you should really be more considerate of other people'

'he's off jerking off to porn and leaving you unsatisfied, and now you feel guilty he had  the balls to let u get what u need.'

God, this guy was infuriating! She typed and deleted her message several times.

'just leave me alone,' she finally sent.

'you know you want more,' Frank wrote.

'no, i dont,' Rachel wrote. Then stupidly added, 'and if i did, doesnt matter. im married!'

'u'll be begging for more soon enough,' Frank replied. 'i promise u that'

'fuck u' Rachel wrote. She was seething with anger. She couldn't believe the audacity of this guy. She knew it was a bad idea to even text him in the first place, but she just couldn't help herself. She was so mad at him.

"Hey, babe," Anthony said, his voice groggy from sleep. "What're you doing up?"

"Nothing," Rachel said. She turned to face him, putting her phone down on the nightstand. Anthony was already back asleep.

Rachel mistakenly checked her phone again. 'meet me out back and we can talk about this. just chat a bit. texting isn't the way to this.' Rachel scowled. Why was he being reasonable all of a sudden?

She tossed and turned for another hour before finally deciding to take the plunge and meet the old creep.

*

Frank grinned when he saw Rachel come out the door. She was dressed in a plain white tank top and a pair of black pajama pants. Her hair was loose rather than in a ponytail, and she had no makeup on. She looked beautiful.

"Hey, baby girl," Frank greeted her with a smug smile.

"Don't call me that," Rachel said. She sat down on one of the chairs, folding her arms across her chest, giving the old creep something to look at.

"Sorry," Frank chuckled. "Just trying to be friendly."

"Well, don't," Rachel snapped. "You're not my friend, and I don't want to talk to you."

"Come on," Frank said, his voice softening. "Don't be like that. We can work things out."

Rachel sighed. She knew he was probably right.

"I think you should respect other people's relationships more. I know we did this for Anthony so that he can be a cuck or whatever, and that he is one now and that can't be taken back, but pestering me like this isn't okay."

"Look, I'm sorry," Frank said. "But you're the one who texted me tonight. I was just doing you guys a favor and was happy to leave it at that," he lied.

"I guess," Rachel muttered. "But we need to establish some boundaries. I don't want to see you again, and I don't want you to text me."

"I think we both know that's not going to happen," Frank said, smiling at her. "You approached me, and when you felt slighted you could've chosen to ignore me. Instead, you met me out here. You're curious. And I think you like the attention."

Rachel opened her mouth to protest, but she couldn't find anything to say, so she closed her mouth again.

"Tell you what, I'm going to go over there and open the side gate, then you can make your choice. If you decide to come over here, then we'll keep going. But if you stay over there, I'll leave you alone. How does that sound?"

Rachel hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. Frank smiled at her before walking off. Rachel watched him as he made his way to the gate. He stopped and looked back at her before opening it and letting it swing open.

She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. She knew that she shouldn't go over there, but at the same time, she couldn't stop thinking about what it felt like to have Frank's cock inside her. She had never been fucked like that before, and she knew that she would never be satisfied with anything less ever again.

She took a deep breath and slowly started walking towards the gate. When she reached it, she hesitated for a moment again, but then she stepped through it and let the gate close behind her. She looked up at Frank, who was smiling at her.

"That's my girl," he said. He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him. She let out a gasp as he grabbed her ass, squeezing it tightly.

"Frank," she whispered.

"You know you want this, baby girl," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're so wet right now, aren't you?"

She didn't answer, but he knew he was right. His free hand found the hem of her pants and pulled them down to her thighs, exposing her panties. He ran his fingers over her clothed pussy, feeling the wetness that had already soaked through them.

"Oh god," she moaned softly as he pressed against her clit.

"Yeah, that's it. Let yourself go. Give into your desires."

Rachel let out a soft moan as she felt his fingers push past her panties and slip into her soaking-wet pussy. She closed her eyes and let herself be taken away by the pleasure. It felt so good. He was right, she wanted this. She needed it. She had never felt anything like it before, and she knew she would never be satisfied without it again.

"You love my cock, don't you?" Frank asked, his fingers rubbing her clit as he spoke.

"It's very big," Rachel muttered, her knees weak from the sensation.

"That's not what I asked. Do you love my cock?" Frank said, his tone harsh.

"Mmmm... maybe," Rachel whimpered.

"Close enough," Frank grinned. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and pushed her to lie down on the grass.

"Frank, wait!" Rachel said, putting her hands on his chest to stop him. "We can't do this here! What if someone sees us?"

"Then they'll see how much you love my cock," Frank replied, grabbing her wrists and pushing them above her head. He positioned himself between her legs, his bulge resting against her soaking wet panties.

"Frank, please," Rachel begged. "Let's go inside. It'll be more comfortable."

"You think I'm letting you get away that easily?" Frank chuckled. "No way, baby girl. You're gonna take my cock right here, right now."

With that, he released her wrists with one hand, slipping it down to lower his sweats down mid-thigh, then slip her panties aside to let his pulsing tip press against her. She gasped as he entered her, his thick shaft spreading her open.

"Oh my god!" Rachel moaned as he pushed deeper into her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and holding onto him tightly. "You're so big..."

"Yeah, that's it. Take my cock, baby girl," Frank growled as he began to thrust into her. He could hardly believe his luck fucking this tight, warm pussy again. He knew it was only a matter of time until the ruse was up, but for now he'd enjoy every moment of it. Hell, it added some urgency to his actions, making it all the more exciting.

Rachel moaned and writhed beneath him, her body shaking with pleasure as he fucked her. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have his cock inside her. She had never felt anything like it before. It was like he was made for her, filling her up perfectly and hitting all the right spots. She had never been fucked so good before, letting out a soft moan as he pumped in and out of her. The feeling of his cock filling her up was incredible.

"You like that, don't you?" Frank growled as he continued to fuck her. "You like being fucked by my big cock."

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" Rachel moaned. Her body trembled as he drove his thick shaft deep inside her.

"That's my girl," Frank grunted as he pounded into her. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her close to him. "You're gonna make me cum, baby girl. You want my cum?"

"Yes! Please!" Rachel gasped, her fingers digging into his back as she clung to him. Her body was shaking, and she felt like she was about to explode. She needed to cum so badly.

"Oh, I'm gonna fill this pussy up," Frank promised her as he drove his cock deeper into her. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips, desperate to meet his every thrust.

"F-faster!" Rachel begged. "Please! I'm so close."

"Yeah, that's it. Cum on my cock, baby girl. Ever cum while getting fucked?" Frank asked.

"N-no," Rachel stammered, her hands clutching the ground beside them, her knuckles whitening and turning to the side in ecstasy.

"Well, you're gonna cum for me tonight," Frank growled as his pace quickened. His hips crashed into her, and the air was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin as his body collided with hers. His thick, heavy balls smacked against her ass with each thrust. He was like a machine, hammering away, merciless, and the raw pleasure caused her to feel the tell-tale signs of an orgasm quickly coming.

"Fra-ah-ank," she whimpered out in warning, and her body shook violently as she felt herself on the cusp.

"I know, baby. Cum for Frank," Frank growled. "Cum on your neighbor's fat cock while your husband sleeps just feet away!"

"AHH!!" she cried, the electric pleasure reaching its height, and then releasing and setting her free in waves, crashing upon her in spasms that caused her to claw at him as though in distress.

"God!" he bellowed out, his cock swelling up, throbbing, then flooding the married beauty. He fucked her hard and deep, gushing ropes and ropes of his sticky jizz deep into her young body. The warm, thick fluid quickly overflowed her, spilled out, and poured to the grass below.

"Ugh, ah, ah," Rachel gasped, as the strong pulses within her seemed to fade a little. Frank's face contorted in grim satisfaction as his own, intense release faded too, leaving him spent, content, and pleased. He slipped free of her tight depths, with a heavy string connecting them briefly before it gave way, dropping to the mix of fluids below.

*

"That was incredible," Frank grunted after they recovered a bit, but he continued to lay on top of her.

"You sure Anthony thinks this is okay?" Rachel said, gasping as her own heartbeat began to slow.

"I talked to him. He loved it when I told how I had given it to you earlier today," Frank lied, running his hand through her hair. "But he prefers knowing after the fact. You know, machismo and all that shit."

"I guess... that sort of makes... sense," Rachel said, unsure if that made any sense.

"Yeah," Frank said. "Just don't tell him right away. Let it be a surprise, you know?"

"Okay," Rachel whispered, nodding. She felt so dirty, but she couldn't help but want more. She knew that she would be thinking about this for a long time. "Would it be okay if we did this again? I mean, not now, but like later..."

"Sure," Frank said. "Whenever you want. Just come over here and let me know. I'll be happy to fuck you again."

"Thank you," Rachel said softly.

"Of course," Frank replied. "Anything for my little neighbor."

Rachel blushed, turning her head away from him. She couldn't believe that Anthony actually wanted her to cheat on him. And with her disgusting, older neighbor. But she couldn't deny that she was enjoying herself. It was wrong, but it felt amazing.

She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing as Frank pulled himself off her and helped her up. She looked around the garden, hoping no one had seen them. The lights were still off in the house, but they'd made enough noise to wake Anthony up. Thankfully, he was still sleeping soundly.

"Come on," Frank said. "I'll walk you back home."

Rachel nodded and followed Frank to the side gate. He held it open for her, and she stepped through. He closed it behind them and started to walk her towards the back door.

"This was fun," Frank said, smiling at her.

"It was," Rachel admitted.

"Well, I'll see you later then," Frank said.

"Yeah," Rachel said. She gave him one last look before she opened the back door and went inside.

*

When she was finally back in her bedroom, she saw that Anthony was still sleeping soundly. She got into bed next to him and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and yet she couldn't stop thinking about it. Twice in less than 12 hours had she cheated on her husband. What was she turning into?

She rolled over and tried to get some sleep, but it was no use. She was wide awake, her mind racing. Eventually, exhaustion took over and she drifted off to sleep. But her dreams were full of images of her cheating on Anthony. Over and over again. And she loved it.

The next morning, Rachel awoke to find Anthony already up and out of bed. She stretched and yawned, then got up to get dressed. As she couldn't escape the feeling of being... horny. God, that was so unlike her, but she couldn't help it. Her thoughts kept wandering back to last night and the pleasure that Frank had given her. She simply wanted to get fucked. Perhaps this was Anthony's end goal? Trying something new certainly had done something about her libido. Yes. Surely that was it. What a smart man Anthony was!

She quickly got dressed, not bothering to put on any underwear as she headed down to the kitchen in nothing but an oversized shirt. Anthony was reading the newspaper as she entered the kitchen, casting a glance in her direction. He did an immediate double take as he saw the state of his wife's undress. She never came into the kitchen like this. And the flushness in her cheeks, the way she bit her lower lip... he knew exactly what she wanted.

"Hey," she greeted him softly, almost demurely.

"Good morning," Anthony replied, placing the newspaper down.

Rachel smiled at him, her eyes darting between his eyes and his crotch. "So... how are you feeling today?"

Anthony blinked, confused by the question. "Um, fine. Why?"

Rachel shrugged. "Just wondering." She walked over to him and sat down on his lap, straddling him.

"You're not wearing any panties," Anthony whispered as she straddled him.

"Nope," Rachel said, smiling at him. She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"What are you doing?" Anthony asked, a little nervous.

"You were right. Changing things up really did the trick," Rachel said, nibbling at her man's neck. She grinded her hips against him, making him gasp. She could feel his cock getting hard under her.

"I... I'm glad," Anthony stammered. He wasn't sure what had gotten into his wife, but he wasn't complaining.

"Mmm... I love you so much," Rachel whispered. "You're the best husband a girl could ask for."

"I love you too," Anthony replied.

Rachel smiled and kissed him on the lips. She kissed him passionately, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Anthony kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I did what you asked me," Rachel said.

"What?"

"Your deepest, darkest fantasy?" Rachel said, smiling wildly, clearly getting quite excited.

Anthony had no idea what she was talking about, and found himself not caring when she reached down and grabbed Anthony's cock through his pants, stroking it.

"I've been very naughty, just like you wanted me to be," Rachel purred, sinking to her knees and unbuttoning his pants. "Let me show you how naughty I can be for my dear husband..."

Rachel pulled Anthony's pants down and took his cock in her mouth without another word. She began to suck him eagerly, her head bobbing up and down as she pleasured her husband.

"Oh my god," Anthony gasped as Rachel sucked his cock.

"Mmm... do you like that?" Rachel asked, pulling away from his cock for a moment.

"Yes," Anthony groaned as he watched his wife sucking his cock.

Rachel smiled at him, then went back to work. She continued to suck his cock, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was deepthroating him. Anthony groaned in pleasure as Rachel's throat wrapped around his cock. She had never been able to deepthroat him before, but now she was taking his entire cock without any problems.

"Oh my god," Anthony groaned as he watched his wife sucking his cock. "That's so good!"

Rachel continued to suck him off, enjoying the taste of his cock. She had never felt so horny before in her life. She loved the way he tasted, and she loved the way he filled her mouth. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this.

"Mmmm... that's it baby, suck that cock," Anthony moaned as he watched his wife sucking his cock.

Rachel looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, then began to bob her head faster and faster as she sucked him off. Anthony groaned and grabbed her head with both hands, thrusting his hips and fucking her throat. Rachel gagged slightly but didn't stop him, loving the feeling of his cock sliding down her throat.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum!" Anthony cried as he felt his orgasm approaching.

Rachel pulled away from his cock and smiled at him, stroking his shaft.

"Go ahead, baby. I know you want to fuck me against the counter," she purred seductively.

"What?" Anthony gasped as he looked at her, confused.

"You heard me," Rachel said, smiling at him. "I know you want to fuck me against the counter. So do it."

She stood up and turned around, bending over and spreading her legs for him. Anthony stared at her in shock, then quickly got up from the chair and rushed towards her, pressing his cock against her entrance. Rachel moaned as he slid his cock inside her, filling her with his hard, thick cock.

"Fuck yes," Anthony groaned as he began to thrust in and out of her. Rachel moaned loudly, loving the way he was fucking her.

"Oh god, yes!" Rachel cried as she felt her husband's cock sliding in and out of her. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Anthony did as she commanded, thrusting into her harder and faster. He grabbed her hips with both hands and fucked her hard, making her cry out in pleasure.

"That's it! That's it! Oh my god!" Rachel screamed as she felt her orgasm approaching.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Anthony groaned as he thrust into her hard and fast.

With one last thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her and came hard, shooting his load inside her. Rachel cried out in ecstasy as she felt his hot cum filling her pussy. She had never felt anything like it before. It was amazing.

They stood there for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms. Then Anthony pulled away, his cock slipping out of her tight hole.

"What was that about?" Anthony groaned, wiping his brow.

"I'm doing what you wanted. Spicing things up just the way you wanted me to," Rachel smiled in pure glee.

"Well, thank you," Anthony said, smiling at her. "That was amazing. And if this is what it means to spice things up, I don't wanna see the end of it."

"Of course," Rachel replied, smiling back at him. "I'll keep-- oh, the clock! You need to go to work!"

"You’re right! Shit! Sorry, I really gotta go," Anthony said.

"Go save the world," Rachel smiled. "I got Frank to keep me company."

"Heh, yeah right," Anthony chuckled, fixing his pants. "Enjoy yourself though."

*

Frank sat in the living room, watching TV while he waited for Anthony to leave for work. He smirked as he thought about how much fun he was having with Rachel. He couldn't wait to fuck her again. He loved how naughty she was being. She was so eager to please him, and she wasn't even his wife.

"Bye, honey," he heard Anthony call from the front porch. "Have a good day!"

Frank grinned, then got up and walked over to the window to see Anthony getting into his car. Once Anthony had left, Frank quickly put his shoes on and headed outside. He knew that Rachel would be waiting for him.

As he approached the side gate, he saw Rachel standing there, dressed in nothing but a robe. She smiled at him and beckoned him inside.

"Hey baby girl," Frank said as he walked through the gate. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes," Rachel said, smiling at him.

"Good," Frank said, grinning. "Now, let's go have some fun."

Rachel led him into the kitchen, where she bent over and placed her hands on the countertop.

"Like this?" Rachel asked, looking back at him with lustful eyes.

"Just like that," Frank replied. "Now spread your legs for me."

Rachel obeyed, spreading her legs for Frank. He walked up behind her and pulled her robe aside, exposing her round ass. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and gave them a squeeze.

"Mmmm... that's nice," Frank said as he massaged her butt. Rachel moaned softly, loving the feeling of his hands on her body. She could feel herself getting wet as he kneaded her flesh, rubbing her cheeks and squeezing them.

"This is so naughty," Rachel murmured as she looked back at him. "It feels so good though."

"It does," Frank replied.

He began to rub his fingers along her moist pussy lips, sliding in and out of her slightly. She moaned and bucked her hips. Her wetness caused his finger to easily slip inside, and he began to thrust in and out of her, her inner walls clamping tightly to the invader. Rachel shuddered as he stroked her insides, and then pulled back. He looked down and licked his finger clean, making her moan.

Frank spread her legs a bit wider, allowing him to position his massive rod against her slick opening. She gasped as he rubbed his fat helmet against her pussy, slathering the head in her juices.

"I hope you can handle this, baby girl," he told her.

"I can handle it," Rachel panted as she looked back at him with a mixture of need and nervousness. Frank gave her a wide grin.

With a single thrust, Frank penetrated Rachel, causing her to cry out in pleasure as she felt his large shaft spreading her open and pushing deep inside of her.