Hateful Sister
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Big fat trigger alert, cheating. Not that it should be a big shock because its a tale as old as time. From my flash erotica book “All the good things.”
He lives across the street. Just a guy. Not particularly good looking or noteworthy in any way. Except how he looks at me. I hate going to the garden in the front yard. Within minutes he seems to come out to watch me. Women constantly stream in and out of his place since he arrived.
We had a pool party, I was dressed in a two-piece and a wrap, attending to my guests when my husband told me we were out of drinks and he was going to the store. Seconds later he arrived, maybe he had been there. Waiting to pounce.
“Nice suit,” he said.
“So that’s what you lead with, not great party or what weather we are having?”
“I admire beautiful things, what can I say.”
“I bet. Wouldn’t be able to tell from the company you keep.”
He acted wounded and put his hand over his heart. “What can I say, I have a much needed talent.”
“Pig.” I spat and walked off. He sipped his coke as I walked away. A neighbor helping grill food told me he needed more hotdogs, so I went to the kitchen to get them. I turned and there he was in my way. We looked at each other and then he reached out and cupped my left breast, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. I shivered.
“You really are repressed. Poor thing.”
I wanted him to stop but couldn’t will myself to say a thing.
“That first day I moved in, I got a clear view into your bay window as you desperately masturbated in your living room. Frantic for release. Is John not taking care of you?”
“Shut up.”
He smiled. “What impressed me was how you kept going once you realized I was watching.”
“I’m not listening to this, get out of my way.”
“Does John know how you came as you watched me jerking off to you.”
He had a smooth, velvety tone. He set down his coke and pressed up against me. A moment later he lifted me up on the counter. Landing as I did my legs opened involuntarily to balance.
“Like I said, I have a talent. One I think you would enjoy,” he said as he found the tie off my bikini bottoms. I watched the string loosen and the cloth covering my pussy give way. I wanted to stop, but he knelt down on one knee and pushed aside my wrap. I grabbed his hair but that only encouraged him as he advanced into my crotch and his tongue caressing my folds. I gasped and a moan appeared in the place my protest should have been. He thrust two fingers inside, curling them up, and instantly a familiar tension built. It had only taken him seconds, my back arched, and I felt my body flush. He sucked my clit, now engorged with lust. He did things to me, god it felt good. I knew there was no stopping. The swell of pleasure continued to build and in the space of another second, the most powerful orgasm I have ever felt overtook me. My juices flowing over his face.
One is usually enough, too much in fact to keep going. But now I had my leg hooked over his shoulder I pulled him into me. He used his thumb on my clit as he licked the pucker of my butthole. Periodically slipping his thumb into my wet pussy before resuming his assault. He pulled back and again inserted two fingers, this time I felt an overwhelming surge inside me I had never felt before. Like I would pee, but there in the shadows a demon lurked, he coaxed it out and I doubled over in pleasure as he did battle with it. My second orgasm hit hard; I bit my lip now not to scream. It made my legs shake uncontrollably as a gush of my cum squirted out, covering him. He smiled insanely at me as I recovered.
He stood up and picked up his coke again like nothing had happened. I struggled to retie my bottoms and get off my counter. Landing on my still shaking legs, my pussy still twitching with pleasure beyond my imagination, I realized I had never truly come until that moment.
“Hi, I’m back.” I jumped at my husband’s voice as he entered the kitchen with the drinks. He would know. He only had to look at me flushed and spent to know. But he didn’t see me. He saw the man that had just brought me the first true sexual pleasure I had ever felt.
“Hey glad you could come.”
“My pleasure, glad you invited me yesterday. It’s been a great party.”
“Your leaving.”
“Yeah, kind of spilled some soda on myself and I need to go change. I have someone coming by later anyway.” He said glancing at me. I saw the soaked shirt for what it was, like a sick joke between us.
“Well OK. Come back if you have time,” John said. Seeing the hotdogs on the counter, John grabbed them and headed out to the grill area to deliver them. I turned my back to him hoping he would leave.
“Should I come back?” He asked as he touched my belly just under my breasts. “Should I teach John what I know? A three-way perhaps? I don’t think so. Not yet. I think I’ll just keep this to myself. I don’t want to share you for now.”
“Please leave.”
“OK.” He kissed the back of my neck. “But Pandora’s box is open. Only I have the key. It’s OK to want more.”
With that, he ran his hand down my belly and cupped my still quivering pussy. Then he left. I felt empty without his touch.
“You still in here?” Asked John. “Nice guy. Shy though I think.”
“We should invite him over more than,” I suggested. “To be better neighbors.”
“Sure.” That night I made the excuse that I wanted to bring him some leftovers. I hated myself for walking across that street. I hated myself for ringing the bell. I hated the way he smiled at me when he opened the door. But the memory of his tongue was fading, and he was right; I needed more, and he had the key.
He lives across the street. Just a guy. Not particularly good looking or noteworthy in any way. Except how he looks at me. I hate going to the garden in the front yard. Within minutes he seems to come out to watch me. Women constantly stream in and out of his place since he arrived.
We had a pool party, I was dressed in a two-piece and a wrap, attending to my guests when my husband told me we were out of drinks and he was going to the store. Seconds later he arrived, maybe he had been there. Waiting to pounce.
“Nice suit,” he said.
“So that’s what you lead with, not great party or what weather we are having?”
“I admire beautiful things, what can I say.”
“I bet. Wouldn’t be able to tell from the company you keep.”
He acted wounded and put his hand over his heart. “What can I say, I have a much needed talent.”
“Pig.” I spat and walked off. He sipped his coke as I walked away. A neighbor helping grill food told me he needed more hotdogs, so I went to the kitchen to get them. I turned and there he was in my way. We looked at each other and then he reached out and cupped my left breast, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. I shivered.
“You really are repressed. Poor thing.”
I wanted him to stop but couldn’t will myself to say a thing.
“That first day I moved in, I got a clear view into your bay window as you desperately masturbated in your living room. Frantic for release. Is John not taking care of you?”
“Shut up.”
He smiled. “What impressed me was how you kept going once you realized I was watching.”
“I’m not listening to this, get out of my way.”
“Does John know how you came as you watched me jerking off to you.”
He had a smooth, velvety tone. He set down his coke and pressed up against me. A moment later he lifted me up on the counter. Landing as I did my legs opened involuntarily to balance.
“Like I said, I have a talent. One I think you would enjoy,” he said as he found the tie off my bikini bottoms. I watched the string loosen and the cloth covering my pussy give way. I wanted to stop, but he knelt down on one knee and pushed aside my wrap. I grabbed his hair but that only encouraged him as he advanced into my crotch and his tongue caressing my folds. I gasped and a moan appeared in the place my protest should have been. He thrust two fingers inside, curling them up, and instantly a familiar tension built. It had only taken him seconds, my back arched, and I felt my body flush. He sucked my clit, now engorged with lust. He did things to me, god it felt good. I knew there was no stopping. The swell of pleasure continued to build and in the space of another second, the most powerful orgasm I have ever felt overtook me. My juices flowing over his face.
One is usually enough, too much in fact to keep going. But now I had my leg hooked over his shoulder I pulled him into me. He used his thumb on my clit as he licked the pucker of my butthole. Periodically slipping his thumb into my wet pussy before resuming his assault. He pulled back and again inserted two fingers, this time I felt an overwhelming surge inside me I had never felt before. Like I would pee, but there in the shadows a demon lurked, he coaxed it out and I doubled over in pleasure as he did battle with it. My second orgasm hit hard; I bit my lip now not to scream. It made my legs shake uncontrollably as a gush of my cum squirted out, covering him. He smiled insanely at me as I recovered.
He stood up and picked up his coke again like nothing had happened. I struggled to retie my bottoms and get off my counter. Landing on my still shaking legs, my pussy still twitching with pleasure beyond my imagination, I realized I had never truly come until that moment.
“Hi, I’m back.” I jumped at my husband’s voice as he entered the kitchen with the drinks. He would know. He only had to look at me flushed and spent to know. But he didn’t see me. He saw the man that had just brought me the first true sexual pleasure I had ever felt.
“Hey glad you could come.”
“My pleasure, glad you invited me yesterday. It’s been a great party.”
“Your leaving.”
“Yeah, kind of spilled some soda on myself and I need to go change. I have someone coming by later anyway.” He said glancing at me. I saw the soaked shirt for what it was, like a sick joke between us.
“Well OK. Come back if you have time,” John said. Seeing the hotdogs on the counter, John grabbed them and headed out to the grill area to deliver them. I turned my back to him hoping he would leave.
“Should I come back?” He asked as he touched my belly just under my breasts. “Should I teach John what I know? A three-way perhaps? I don’t think so. Not yet. I think I’ll just keep this to myself. I don’t want to share you for now.”
“Please leave.”
“OK.” He kissed the back of my neck. “But Pandora’s box is open. Only I have the key. It’s OK to want more.”
With that, he ran his hand down my belly and cupped my still quivering pussy. Then he left. I felt empty without his touch.
“You still in here?” Asked John. “Nice guy. Shy though I think.”
“We should invite him over more than,” I suggested. “To be better neighbors.”
“Sure.” That night I made the excuse that I wanted to bring him some leftovers. I hated myself for walking across that street. I hated myself for ringing the bell. I hated the way he smiled at me when he opened the door. But the memory of his tongue was fading, and he was right; I needed more, and he had the key.
Anastasia
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