Skinny Dipping With The Neighbor

Natalie

Candi opened the metal gate to her neighbor’s pool. She removed her tiny cover up and threw it on a lounge chair. The neighbor was not home. Completely naked, she dove into the pool. After swimming laps, she floated on her back, her large breasts bobbing on the water’s surface. It was about an hour from sunset and the day’s last rays felt good on her skin.

She heard the truck door slam and knew her neighbor was home. He came through the sliding door at the rear of the house. Dallas worked in the timber industry. He looked exactly like what you would expect a lumberjack to look like. His shoulders were broad. Bulging biceps and thunderous thighs. His head was clean shaven, a wild red beard covered the lower part of his face and extended midway down his chest.

In Oregon, where he lived, alone, in a cabin he had built himself, on one hundred acres of virgin woodland; his appearance would not seem out of place. But here in the suburbs, he had attracted the attention of most of the women in the neighborhood.

Candi swam to the edge of the pool and greeted him. “You said I was free to swim anytime. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. It’s good to see you.” His eyes smoldered as he watched her tits float to the surface. When they first met, Dallas told her there were no swimsuits allowed. “You remembered the pool rules, nice.”

“You better get those clothes off,” she said.

When he dove into the pool, she teasingly swam away. Just as he was about to catch her, she would swim off again. “I give up,” he said, lifting himself onto the deck. He sat with his legs dangling in the water. Thighs spread wide; his fat cock hung over the edge of the pool.

Candi swam up to him. Resting her arms on his knees, she looked down at his flaccid shaft. “I guess I should do something about that?”

“I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.”

She moved her hands up and down his muscular thighs. His soft dick did not look quite so intimidating. But she knew that as it grew angry, it would double in size. Then Dallas would use it like a battering ram to abuse her pussy.

She held his eyes in hers. “Last time we were together, you were so eager to fuck me. I didn’t have much of a chance to suck your cock.” She gave a little pout. “It is a shame, because my husband says I give the best blow jobs.”

Dallas gave out a low growl. Cupping his balls in one hand and wrapping the other around his shaft with the other, she treaded water to stay afloat.

Candi always enjoyed when a man’s cock started out soft. She loved the feel of it growing in her hands and mouth. For her, it was affirmation her partner found her desirable and appreciated her technique.

She gave him a squeeze, playful at first. Then gripped him more tightly. This made his cock head flare. After one long lick, she released her hold on his shaft. Dallas was growing harder. Softly tracing her fingers up and down his dick and around his balls, she continued to tease him.

It was not long before he was hard. Running her hand up and down his rigid shaft, Candi looked up at him. “What should I do now, baby?”

“Take it in your mouth.” The giant of a man was nearly begging. “Please put your mouth on me.”

“You mean like this?” she asked. From just above his ball to the tip of his bulging head, her tongue glided upward. He shivered.

“Yes. Just like that,” he groaned. Candi kissed and licked every inch of his suntanned cock. His fingers wrapped around her wet hair, and Dallas pulled her head back, so she was looking him in the eyes. “I want you to take me into your throat. Do you think you can do that?

Candi nodded and licked her lips. She opened wide and relaxed her throat. Her mouth inched over his long shaft without stopping until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Then she hummed.

Dallas arched his back. “Fuck. Oh, fuck yes,” he growled. Both knew he would not last much longer. Then it happened. She pulled her mouth from his cock.

“Ouch, Fuck ouch.” Candi’s face distorted in pain. “Cramp. I’ve got a cramp.”

Looking down into the water, Dallas saw her feet were not touching the bottom of the pool. That was when he realized she had been kicking her legs to stay afloat the entire time. He reached down, and pulled her from the water, then carried her to the wicker couch near the end of the pool.

Using his powerful hands, he massaged the cramp from her calf. Then he moved both hands up to her thighs, pulling her towards him. His broad hips forced her legs apart. Candi put her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs to her chest to make it easier for him. The head of his cock found its way to her waiting hole, and she told him, “I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Be rough, no matter how much I scream, don’t stop.”

The giant of a man did not need to be told twice. Candi gave out a loud cry when he slammed his dick home. But it was just the beginning. The look in her eyes told him she was enjoying it, so he did not stop. He battered her pussy without mercy. Never stopping, regardless of how she cried and screamed. In fact, he doubled his efforts, pinching and slapping at her tits, never breaking his rhythm.

Her cries quickly changed to long, ragged moans as her first orgasm overtook her. Still, the lumberjack did not stop fucking her. Harder and harder, he pounded her cunt.

When her back arched again, hips thrusting against his, fingernails digging into his back, her breathing ragged, pussy walls clenching tight around his fat cock; only then did he finally allow himself to release and empty his heavy load deep within her.

From the upstairs window. Mark watched his wife put on her robe and exit through the gate. He went to their bedroom. He was already naked. Slowly stroking his ridiculously hard cock, he heard his wife coming up the steps.

“Did you have fun? “

“I always have fun with Dallas. You know that. Did you watch the whole thing?

“Of course. It was a great show.” Candi dropped the robe. Mark could still see the imprint the wicker had embossed in her ass. This further aroused him. His wife crawled onto the bed.

“Today was the last time. He is leaving tomorrow,” she told him.

“That is a shame,” Mark replied. And he meant it. The last six months of watching the lumberjack split his wife’s pussy wide, had unleashed something deep inside of him. He would miss Dallas almost as much as Candi would.

With another man’s cum leaking from her pussy, Candi knew Mark would not go down on her. Instead, she took his hand and guided it between her thighs, letting him feel the slickness of her slit.

Mark surprised her by shoving a pair of fingers into her. She saw his cock twitch when he felt how much cum Dallas had left in her. His fingers expertly found her G-spot, and he was moving them in a circular motion. She quickly had a small orgasm. Her fourth of the day. Withdrawing his fingers, her husband said, “I guess since Dallas has filled your pussy, I will have to use your ass.”

Candi gave out a squeal of delight and rolled to her belly. When she first became a hotwife, Mark had made her promise that her ass would remain only for him.

With Dallas’ cum still on his fingers, he slicked her tight asshole. Finger fucking her, preparing her for his cock. “Oh, yes. That’s it, baby, stretch me wide for your fat cock,” she purred.

Mark pushed a second finger beyond the tight ring. When he tried to slip a third finger into her ass, she gave out a grunt. Moving a hand to her cheek, she pulled it to the side, opening herself wider for him.

Once she felt sufficiently stretched, she shifted, pulling her knees towards her chest, and pushed up with her hands. Her heavy breasts swayed above the sheets. She felt the last of their neighbor’s cum leaking down her thigh. She knew she needed to be punished for her transgressions. Wanted to be punished.

Candi looked over her shoulder. She wanted her husband to treat her like the whore she was. “His cock was so hard today. He fucked me good. My cunt is going to miss him.” As she had intended, her words inflamed her husband.

Mark was not usually aggressive in bed. In fact, it had caused them to open their marriage so that Candi could fuck big brutes like their neighbor. But they quickly discovered, seeing his wife used by other men, brought out a dominant side in him.

He took immense pride in knowing that no matter how many men his wife might fuck, her ass would always belong to him and him alone. He pulled her head back by the ponytail and slapped her on the butt. He growled. “Who does this ass belong to?”

When she did not answer quickly enough, he slapped her again. Candi cried out, “It is your ass!”

He slapped her on the other cheek, harder this time. “And who gets to fuck it?”

Candi relished the feeling of her stinging flesh and did not answer right away. Mark pulled on her hair, forcing her back to arch and struck her again. The pain was exquisite, and she cried out. “You! You are the only one who can claim my ass.”

As much as Candi enjoyed the rough handling, she loved anal sex even more. When Mark’s head; oozing pre-cum, pressed against her tight hole, she whimpered in anticipation. “Please baby, give me your cock. I want you to come in the place no other man can.”

She heard the sting of his hand across her ass one more time. A hand on her shoulder held her in a viselike grip. He administered another swat. “Is that what you like, little slut?”

“Yes. God yes.” His words aroused her as much as the pain. Crack! He slapped her ass again, and she cried out, the pleasure far greater than the pain. Candi knew she would have trouble sitting later but did not care.

By now, she had worked him into a frenzy. Mark roughly grabbed her by the hips and pushed inward. The tight ring of muscle yielded, and he could have sworn he heard a popping sound. Beneath him, Candi gathered the sheet in hand and groaned when he pushed further into her tight canal.

It was what she needed. What she craved. After being fucked by another man, there was nothing Candi enjoyed more than having her ass stretched by Mark’s stiff cock, while he treated her like his own personal fuck toy.

Mark growled. Candi gave out a satisfied groan and pushed back against him. “That’s its baby. Give me all of it.”

Arching her back, she urged her husband to fuck her harder. With the full length of his cock filling her ass, Candi fingered her clit. Her body trembled. She knew the orgasm building within her would be more explosive than any she had with Dallas.

Mark shifted his hands to her breasts, twisting the nipples and dialing the pain up to another level. She bit down on a pillow as her orgasm continued to build. “Oh God, fuck me harder,” she growled.

He grabbed her hips and slammed as deep as he could go.

“Oh my God, Don’t stop.” She urged, “Keep going!” Her chest was heaving, her heavy breasts moving up and down with each thrust of Mark’s hips. Still, she demanded, “Fuck me harder.”

He quickened the speed and intensity of his strokes. His balls slapped against her hard clit and Candi slipped her fingers into her pussy. Cries and groans filled the air. Her face contorted and eyes rolled back. She was pounding her free hand against the bed.

“Cum for me, slut,” Mark commanded.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Candi let out a loud cry of pleasure, clamping around his cock. When her orgasm finally ripped through her body, she let out a feral scream.

His balls contracted and Candi felt his shaft growing and spasming. Then came the warmth, as he pumped rope after thick rope into her ass. Candi cried as another climax overtook her.

Mark could feel her inner muscles still throbbing around his cock. When he finally pulled out, he watched his cum leak from her swollen hole.

They collapsed on the bed, both thinking the same thing. Where to find a replacement for their neighbor.

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