Both Of Them Cheating With Neighbor

My second shift job ended at 10:30 PM and by the time I walked out, got in the car, and drove home it was almost 11 PM. Most nights my wife was already asleep, sometimes I got home and got a kiss before she fell asleep.

That night, I got out of work early. There was a problem with one of the computers and IT had to come and fix it. Management let us go home early. I figured that I would pick up some ice cream sundaes from my wife's favorite spot and surprise her before she went to sleep.

i pulled into the driveway and rushed inside with the ice cream. I kicked my workboots off at the door like always. My wife's rule was no shoes in the house. I looked down the hallway and saw our bedroom door was ajar, and liight from inside was pouring out across the carpet through the narrow opening.

I headed for the bedroom and as I was getting closer, I heard my wife moan loudly. I stopped with my hand on the doorknob and peered inside. I had been hoping to surprise my wife, but it was me getting surprised.

My wife was in the middle of the bed, face down and ass up; her big D-cup tits were pressed into the mattress and her back was arched, her fat ass cheeks in the air.

Amanda, our next door neighbor, was between her thick thighs, fucking my wife's pussy with a long fat strapon from behind. Amanda's big C-cup titties were shaking with every thrust as her toned thighs slapped against Emily's ass.

I stood there, my hand still on the doorknob, watching in shock, totally excited by what I was seeing. I was unsure of what to do. I wanted to stop them but I also wanted to keep watching. I wasn't mad Emily was cheating on me. I was cheating on her too. I just didn't like that Amanda was the one fucking her. She was the one fucking me too.

I kept watching them as Amanda's strapon fucked my wife to a wild, thrashing, crying, orgasm. Then Amanda pulled out and flopped down on the bed beside her. My wife crawled between Amanda's spread legs and pushed the strapon up out of her way before pressing her tongue into her lover's pussy. Amanda moaned loudy, running her fingers through my wife's long, dirty-blond hair.

I quietly retreated down the hallway and after grabbing my boots, left the house. I walked down to the street and got in the car and drove away. I went to a nearby parking lot and ate my ice cream, then I threw hers away. Eventually, I started the car and drove home, arriving at my house at the time I usually did. I walked in and after kicking off my workboots, went in the bedroom. It smelled like air freshener and when I sat on the bed, I could smell the Febreze, she sprayed on the sheets.

My wife slowly rolled over and looked at me through her half open eyes, "Hi honey," she said, acting like I just woke her. "How was work?"

"It was ok," I said, not letting on that I knew. "How was your day?"

"It was good. Everyone loved my presentation," she said with a smile before rolling back over. "I have to get some sleep."

I laid in bed for a long time, contemplating what I should do. Eventually, I fell asleep, I woke to my wife singing off key in the shower. I pulled the covers over my head, trying to go back to sleep. She got dressed and left before I got out of bed.

I took a shower and then I texted Amanda, 'What are you doing?' She responded almost immediately, telling me to come over. I dressed and brushed my teeth, then I went out the back door and walked down to her back patio. I tapped on the glass before sliding the door open and slipping inside.

She was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, wearing a big t-shirt that barely covered her pussy. There wasn't much talking, she took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed and quickly crawled up beside me. Amanda threw one leg over me, straddling my head, then dropped her smooth, hairless pussy on my mouth. She pulled her shirt off and I looked up at her big tits and her pierced nipples, above them, her pretty face was smiling down at me. She ground her clit against my tongue, moaning loudly.

Amanda and I had been at this for over two months now, I was slipping away, coming over here at least four times a week while Emily was at work. Every curve of her body and the weight of her breasts felt familiar, a routine of secret sex that I thought was mine alone, but now she was fucking my wife too.

She sucked me in the first time we fooled around. She did all the dirty things I liked, things my wife didn't do. The first time we fucked, she let me fuck her ass and after sucking my cock, she let me cum in her mouth and swallowed my cum. She found out what I liked and used it against me. She was licking my ass and I liked it, I liked it even more when she started pushing her fingers into my ass.

The next time we fucked a couple days later, she sat on my face and once I gave her an orgasm with my tongue, she had me on my knees as she started pushing her lubed fingers into my ass making me moan. I nearly lost my mind when she pushed her vibrator into my lubed asshole and turned it on high. The vibrations and the pressure against my prostate had me cumming quickly. The orgasm was intense, making my whole body quiver. and I shot my cum all over my stomach and chest.

She told me that she loved the way I licked her pussy but she loved fucking my asshole even more. She told me to use an enema before I came over the next time. I did as she instructed and while I licked her pussy in a 69, with her on top, she pulled my legs back and started lubing up my ass. She was stretching my ass with her fingers. Once I made her cum she got off the bed and pulled out a strapon harness and a big dildo. Looking back, it wasn't huge. It was maybe an inch longer than my dick and a little thicker.

She stepped into the loops and pulled the harness up her thighs. She tightened it around her waist and got back on the bed on her knees. She picked my legs up and pushed my knees toward my chest. She slowly pushed the dildo into my ass, making me moan loudly. She really started pounding me after she buried the whole thing in my ass. She started calling me a slut and a bunch of other names. Everything she did excited me more than the plain ordinary missionary sex with my wife.

She pounded my ass and after she made me cum all over myself again, she wiped the cum up with her fingers and pushed them into my mouth, making me suck them clean. When she finally pulled her strapon out of my ass, she crawled up my body, straddling my chest, pinning my arms to the mattress with her legs. She picked my head up by my hair and pushed the dildo into my mouth. She was face fucking me pretty good, I could see the evil smile on her face through the tears as she called me her cocksucker. When she finally pulled out of my mouth and got off of me, I was hard again. I liked having this much younger girl dominating me. I knew I was hooked.

She didn't let me fuck her any more, just lick her pussy. I guess that's what made it ok. She was doing somthing my wife didn't do. Every time we met up, it was pretty much the same thing, but after a few more times the dildo she was fucking me with got bigger. She was stretching my asshole with her big strapon and I loved it. I couldn't get the big dildo into my mouth as easily so she made me suck the smaller one while she fucked me with the bigger one.

She made me deep throat a dildo attached to the headboard with a suction cup, while she had me on my hands and knees pounding my ass. She said I looked good filled with cock at both ends.She could say anything she wanted as lomg as she kept pounding my ass.

So back to today, after I made her cum, she put on the strapon harness and laid down on her back. She told me to get on top and ride her cock. I straddled her and put my asshole against the tip of her lubed dildo and slowly lowered my ass onto it. In no time, all nine inches were buried in my hole, making me moan as I fucked myself with her rubber cock. I was pounding my ass faster and faster untill I came all over her tits and stomach. I lifted myself off the dildo and licked my cum off her body, making her smile.

I was tempted to say somthing about her fucking my wife but I didnt want to make her mad, scared that she would tell my wife that she was fucking me. As I was getting dressed she asked if somthing was wrong. I lied and said everything was fine and I would see her soon.

I left and got ready for work, planning to go in early and leave early, hoping to see them fucking again. I got home 2 hours before I usually got there I parked down the street and snuck into the house. The bedroom door was closed but when I got close I heard soft moans coming from inside. I snuck out of the house and walked around to the backyard. The bedroom window was cracked open and I could peer in through the gap between the bottom of the blind and the windowsill.

They were in a 69, licking each other, Emily was on top, grinding her pussy on our girlfriend's face. I watched, my dick was rock hard in my pants. They both came at nearly the same time. Once the both caught their breath, my wife squatted down over Amanda's face and she pushed her tongue against Emily's wrinkled asshole. My wife moaned loudly, obviously enjoying the feeling of this woman's tongue grinding against her asshole. "Yea, eat my fuckin asshole, bitch!" my wife demanded loudly.

I was in shock. I tried to lick her asshole before and she said that was dirty and she didnt like it. She was obviously enjoying Amanda doing it now. "That's it, tongue fuck my asshole," she moaned. I could see Amanda's tongue spearing into Emily's asshole. "Fuck, that feels sooo good." After a few more minutes of getting her asshole licked, moaning loudly the whole time, Emily got down on her knees beside Amanda. "I've been stretching my asshole to get me ready," Emily said softly as she kissed Amanda's tits, licking and sucking her pierced nipples. "I want you to fuck my ass."

"Really?!" Amanda asked, obviously excited by the idea. "What would your husband say if he knew you were giving your ass up to me, when he has never gotten to fuck it?"

"I dont care," Emily said to her in between kisses, "he doesn't make me cum like you do." Amanda sat up with a big smile on her face. "Don't get me wrong, his cock is ok, but he doesn't stretch my pussy like you do with that big strapon. I wanna feel that stretch in my asshole too, baby"

Hearing those words hurt more than anything else ever did. I wanted to crawl away and cry but the twisted submissive part of me wanted to see my girlfriend fuck my wife's asshole.

I watched as Amanda pulled on a pair of tight black latex gloves, the latex snapping against her forearms as she pulled them up to her elbows. She got the strapon harness out of the bag and stepped into it, pulling it up over her ass before pulling the straps tight. She made my wife kneel on the edge of the bed, her ass hanging over the side, and her face pressed down against the mattress.

Amanda squirted some of the thick lubricant on her fingers and started working them into Emily's asshole. She worked 2 fingers inside and was spreading them apart, stretching my wife's hole. She squirted more lube inside and started working in a third finger. My wife was moaning loudly as she rubbed her clit. Amanda slapped her hand away, "No, you dont get to cum till I bury this fat cock in your ass," Amanda said with an evil smile.

"Yes Mistress," my wife said with a smile. After getting two fingers from each hand in Emily's ass and spreading her open wide, Amanda finally started pushing the dildo, dripping with lube, into my wife's ass. Emily was moaning and crying out as the fat rubber cock slowly stretched her hole.

Once Amanda worked the long thick dildo all the way into Emily's ass she slowly pulled it all the way out, then added more lube before pushing it back in again. She didn't stop till the whole thing was buried in my wife's ass. Then she started to slowly fuck the stretched hole with long, slow strokes. Emily was moaning, seemingly enjoying it despite the tears running down her cheeks.

Every few strokes she picked up the pace a little more, till she was fucking my wife's ass as fast and as hard as she fucked mine earlier today. My wife took the pounding even better than I did. Amanda gave Emily a big vibrator to push against her clit. She quickly turned it on and pressed the vibrating head against her pussy and her moans quickly intensified into screams as she came, her whole body shaking.

Emily dropped the vibrator onto the mattress as she shook from her orgasm. Amanda continued pounding the strapon into her ass. Amanda leaned over and picked up the vibrator, She pushed the fat head of the vibrator into my wife's dripping pussy, making her scream. She turned it up to high and left in buried in Emily's cunt as she pounded my wife till she quickly had another orgasm.

Finally Amanda pulled the dildo out and let go of my wifes hips. She flopped forward, the vibrator buried in her pussy still doing its job as she had another orgasm. Then Amanda finally turned it off and pulled it out. Emily only moaned softly as Amanda laughed.

Through the narrow gap of the blinds, I watched Amanda roll Emily onto her back. My wife lay limp, her legs dangling off the side of the bed, spread wide as she breathed deeply, clearly enjoying the afterglow of her orgasms. She let out soft moans that drifted through the cracked window.

Amanda didn't give her a moment to recover. She grabbed the bottle of lubricant, squirting some onto her palm and spread it over her hand. I watched, hidden in the shadows, as Amanda began to work her fingers into Emily's soaking wet pussy. She moved with a focused pressure, stretching the opening wider and wider. Emily's moans turned into sharp gasps of anticipation as her back arched off the bed.

With a firm thrust, Amanda's hand popped past the tight entrance, burying her fist deep inside my wife. Emily's head thrashed against the mattress, her eyes rolling back in pure, distorted pleasure as she was filled completely. Seeing the neighbor fisting my wife--stretching her in ways I never had--sent a surge through me so intense I gripped the windowsill, ready to come right there in the bushes.

Amanda's hand was buried in Emily's soaking wet pussy. Her fist moved in tight circles, stretching the walls of Emily's pussy. With every rotation, Amanda leaned her weight forward, forcing her hand even deeper.

Emily's head thrashed wildly against the mattress. She tried to stammer out a plea for a moment of breath, but Amanda ignored her completely. With her free hand, Amanda snatched up the vibrator and pressed the head directly against Emily's exposed clit. The combination of the fisting and the high-speed vibrations sent Emily into another violent climax. Her hips bucked uncontrollably against the bed, but Amanda didn't let up--she continued to fist fuck my wife's stretched pussy while the vibrator forced Emily to another intense climax, as she moaned loud and uncontrollably.

I watched Amanda stand over my wife's trembling body, her expression cooling into a sharp, clinical detachment. She pulled her hand from Emily's stretched cunt as she shut off the vibrator, dropping it on the bed. With a deliberate snap, she peeled the latex gloves from her hands--the wet material sucking against her skin--and tossed the crumpled, latex onto Emily's heaving chest.

My wife lay there, lost in the fading tremors of an agonizingly deep orgasm, oblivious to what was happening.

Amanda didn't offer a word of comfort. Instead, she reached for her phone on the nightstand, the screen's blue light casting a glow over her features as she began to type. A moment later, my phone vibrated in my pocket, the buzz sounded loud in the quiet night. Amanda's head turned toward the window but I had already ducked down.

I retreated from the window, the image of Emily's trembling body fresh in my mind as I ran down the side of the house toward the street. I reached the sidewalk and as I walked toward my car, I pulled my phone out and found a message from Amanda.

"Text your wife you're working late," the message read, her words sharp. "Then get over here. I'm fuckin horny."

A surge of adrenaline hit me, a mix of betrayal and absolute, submissive hunger. Without a second of hesitation, I pulled up the thread with Emily and typed out the lie, telling her the computer issues at the plant were worse than expected and I'd be stuck for hours. I hit send, watching the confirmation bubble pop up, I went and sat in my car down the street, waiting for the time I usually got home.

I walked down the street and cut back through the shadows on the side of my house, my heart hammering against my ribs. I paused one last time at our bedroom window, peering through the small gap in the blinds. The room was dark and quiet, I could hear the gentle sound of Emily's snoring as she slept off the exhaustion.

Turning away, I moved toward Amanda's property, the grass damp beneath my feet. I reached her back patio and gave a soft tap on the glass before sliding the door open. The kitchen was pretty dim, but I could make out Amanda, leaning against the counter, naked, with a predatory smile on her face.

She didn't say a word as I stepped inside, the sliding door clicking shut behind me. "Follow me," she finally whispered as she walked towards the bedroom, her naked ass shaking with every step.

I couldn't tell her I'd been standing in the bushes watching her fist my wife and I was jealous because I wanted her to fist me. The submissive thrill of the secret hung over my head. I followed her into the bedroom--the same room where, only hours ago, she had been fucking my ass, and now I was back for more.

"Strip," she said as she went into the bag I'd seen in my bedroom, holding the strapon and the vibrator, just a little while earlier. I watched her silhouette in the dim light as she took out the strapon harness, the dildo still glistening with wet lube, fresh from my wife's ass. I stripped quickly as she strapped on the big dildo. Looking through the window, I thought the dildo she had fucked Emily's ass with was the same one i took earlier, but seeing it now, I realized it was longer and thicker.

"Bend over the end of the bed. Face down, feet wide apart," she commanded. As I pressed my face into her mattress, I heard her pulling on latex gloves, the material snapping against her wrist. Amanda didn't waste time with a gentle warm-up. She used the same thick lubricant I'd seen her work into Emily's backside. She coated the dildo with a thick layer, then wiped off what was left on her fingers across my hole. When she pushed into me, the stretch was more intense than anything I'd felt before.

"You're tense tonight," Amanda said softly, as she leaned her weight over me. She gripped my hair, pulling my head back, twisting it to the side, so I had to look at her. "Is something on your mind, or do I just need to fuck you harder until you forget how to think?"

I let out a loud moan, as she let go of my hair, my forehead dropping back to the mattress. Knowing that very same dildo had been inside Emily's asshole just a little ago, added a layer of psychological intensity that made the experience even kinkier.

"Answer me," Amanda ordered, her voice demanding. She increased the pace, her hips slamming against my ass. "You're distracted. Do I need to remind you who owns your ass?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She reached into the bag, then I heard the high-pitched hum of the vibrator--the same one she'd used to push Emily over the edge. She must have wedged it between the base of the dildo and her pussy because I heard her moan loudly and at the same time I felt the thick silicone cock stretching my asshole start vibrating against my prostate as she kept slamming it into me.

When my climax finally came, it was violent. My body shook and I saw stars, as she drove the dildo deep into me and held it there, the vibrations shaking the shaft and transferring the intense vibrations into to my prostate. Amanda held me through it, her grip on my hair unyielding as the vibrations made her cum too. I felt her pussy juice squirt out and run down my balls. She finally turned the vibrator off and I quit moaning. After a couple minutes she got up and pulled the dildo out of my stretched hole.

Aside from our heavy breathing, the room was silent. "Stay there, slut," she said with a chuckle. She walked into the closet and came back with a thick buttplug, probably bigger in diameter than the dildo she just fucked me with. Amanda stepped between my trembling thighs. She didn't offer a word of comfort. She simply pulled my asscheeks apart, exposing my raw, stretched hole.

"You're going to keep this in," she whispered, her voice losing its playfulness for a sharp, intensity. "I want you to feel it holding you wide open, every time you roll over, laying next to her. I want you to remember exactly what I did to you--and imagine what I'm going to do when she leaves for work and you come back here."

As she began to work the massive plug into my stretched hole, the sheer fullness of it forced a gasp from my throat. She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "You've been very quiet tonight," she whispered, "But tommorow, I'm going to make you scream."

She gave the plug one final, hard shove, seating it deeply inside me. I groaned as my stretched hole locked tight around the slightly thinner neck, between the thick part inside me and the flared base. The intense fullness was a constant reminder of her control. She stood up, stripping off the gloves with a snapping sound that made me quiver.

"Go home," she commanded, already turning toward her bathroom. "When Emily leaves for work, get your ass back here."

I dressed in a daze, the heavy weight inside me making every movement difficult. I walked down the street and got my car, pulling it into the driveway. I crept into the house, each step was a calculated effort to minimize the intense, dull ache radiating from the massive plug buried inside my ass.

The house was too quiet. Every floorboard I stepped on felt like a gunshot in the hallway.

Not to mention, the hallway felt longer than usual as I retreated toward the bedroom. I pushed the door open to find Emily asleep, her breathing steady as she snored softly. I stripped to my shorts, teeth gritted, and lowered myself onto the mattress with the caution of a man sitting on broken glass.

The mattress dipped. The plug shifted, a blunt, agonizing wedge of silicone forcing my raw skin to give way. I bit back a cry, the sound dying as a wet, pathetic whimper in my throat. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my pulse thumping in the exact spot Amanda had claimed. She had used the same toys, and the same dominance, to stretch us both out on the same night, yet Emily lay beside me in total ignorance while my discomfort would continue through the night.

The sun was already streaming through the curtains when I woke. I had grown accustomed to the insistent pressure of the plug but. every shift of my hips sent a flare of tightness through my stretched hole. From the bathroom, I heard the steady hiss of the shower and Emily's off-key humming--a sound that usually felt domestic and sweet, but now felt like a mask over the animalistic screams I'd heard her let out last night.

I lay perfectly still, my heart hammering against my ribs as I listened to her slide the glass door open. She stepped out, the scent of her shampoo reaching the bedroom, completely oblivious to the fact that the man in her bed was currently filled by their neighbor's toy.

When she walked into the room, naked with a towel over her head, drying her hair, I saw her pussy. which she usually kept neatly trimmed, was totally hairless. Aside from that, it looked slightly swollen, the skin a darker shade of pink than usual and the lips gaped open a little bit. My mind immediately went to the image of Amanda's latex-clad fist buried inside her, stretching her open.

Emily caught me staring and gave a small, smile. "Still in bed, lazy bones?" she teased, dropping the towel to cover her front. She reached for her dresser drawer, opening it and digging inside, her movements fluid and casual, seemingly recovered from the physical trauma of the night before.

I shifted slightly, and the massive plug inside me shifted with me, a blunt reminder of my own submissive night. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. "Just tired," I managed to get out. "Rough night at the plant."

"I bet," she said, pulling on her lace underwear. I watched the fabric disappear between her thighs, knowing that just hours ago, those same thighs were spread wide while her pussy was stretched around Amanda's fist. "I'm heading out. I have an important meeting, so I'll see you later."

She leaned over the bed to give me a quick, kiss on the forehead. The irony was suffocating--the domesticity of the kiss contrasted with the depravity we both hid. She walked out of the room, then I heard the front door click shut, and then the sound of her car pulling out of the driveway.

The house fell silent, but the silence didn't last long. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I didn't even have to look to know who it was. The message said, "She's gone. Get over here. You better still have the plug in....for your sake."

My heart thudded. My body was sore, my hole felt raw and stretched, but the command acted like a magnet. I rolled out of bed, I didn't shower; I wanted Amanda to smell herself on me, to see the evidence of the night she'd put me through.

I threw on a pair of loose sweatpants and a hoodie, and after shoving my feet into my sneakers, I rushed out the back door. I opened her sliding door and stepped into the kitchen a minute later.

Amanda was waiting in the living room, sitting on the sofa, a cup of coffee in her hand. I stood in the kitchen, the heavy weight of the plug a constant, blunt reminder of Amanda's control. She didn't look up from her coffee, her silk robe hanging open to reveal the harness and that massive, monster of a dildo.

It was probably 12-inches long with a big flared head and a vein textured shaft. It looked even thicker than the plug currently in my ass. That monster looked like it was designed for total destruction.

"You're punctual," she said, her voice dropping the playful mask for something colder. "Did you sleep well with my gift inside you?"

"It was... intense," I whispered, my voice cracking.

"I bet." Amanda leaned back, a predatory glint in her eyes. "So, tell me--did you enjoy the show last night? Or did you prefer it when I did it to you?"

My heart stopped. It felt like the air in the room had been sucked out. "You saw me," I choked out. "At the window."

Amanda let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "No, honey. I didn't see a thing." She tilted her head toward the hallway. "But your wife certainly did."

I spun around, my sneakers squeaking on the hardwood. My breath caught.

There, leaning against the doorframe, was Emily. She wasn't at a meeting. She was standing there in four-inch stilettos and the sheer lace panties I'd watched her put on just a little while ago. Her hair was up, her makeup dark and sharp, and her eyes--usually so soft--were filled with a terrifying, hungry light.

"You look surprised," Emily said. The click of her heels as she stepped into the room sounded like a countdown. "Did you really think you were the only one allowed a secret? I saw you in the shadows, staring at my pussy while Amanda was wrist-deep in it. Your eyes were practically popping out of your head."

She walked right up to me, her fingers gripping my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. "I've been waiting all morning for this. Show me."

"Emily, I--"

"I said show me," she barked, her voice devoid of any wifely sweetness. "Drop your pants. Now."

My hands shook as I fumbled with the drawstring. I looked at Amanda for help, but she was just sipping her coffee, watching the show with a smirk. I let the sweatpants fall. I stood there exposed, the flared base of the plug mocking me.

"Turn around," Emily commanded. I obeyed, my face burning.

"My god," she whispered, stepping closer. I heard her catch her breath--the same little hitch she had when she was surprised by a birthday gift--but when she spoke again, the softness was gone. "She really did a number on you, didn't she? Look at that, Amanda. You've got him stretched wide open."

"I told you he was a greedy little slut," Amanda replied from the sofa. "I've been breaking him in for months, the dildos just kept getting bigger and he didn't complain once." Amanda looked at Emily with a twisted smile. "Kinda like his wife, right Em?"

Emily gave her a little, embarrased kinda smile, but didn't say anything."

Emily gripped the base of the plug, giving it a sudden, agonizing twist that sent a jolt of pressure straight to my prostate. I let out a broken moan.

"You know," Emily whispered into my ear, "Amanda came to me the morning after the first time you cheated. She apologized. We had a long talk about what to do with a husband who prefers the neighbor's bed to his own."

The laughter from both of them echoed off the walls--a cold, coordinated sound.

"We decided you didn't need a wife anymore," Emily said, her arms sliding around my neck. "You needed a Mistress. And I needed someone to satisfy me. Kind of crazy that it's a woman that is getting the job done, not my husband."

She stepped back, nodding toward Amanda, who finally stood up. The massive 12-inch dildo on her harness bobbed with every step she took toward us.

"No more watching from the bushes, honey," Emily said, her eyes gleaming. "Amanda has a new toy, and we've decided you've been holding out on me. I want you to watch her stretch my pussy until I'm screaming. In fact, she is gonna stretch my pussy out till the only way your dick can satisfy me is if your hand is wrapped around it when you fuck me. Then when I catch my breath, I want to watch her do the exact same thing to your lying, submissive ass."

My sweatpants were pooled at my ankles, and that plug was a cold, blunt weight anchored deep inside me. I felt small, exposed, and utterly trapped between the two women who had been orchestrating my undoing for months.

Emily didn't look at me with the soft, wifely affection I'd known for years. Her gaze was sharp and demanding. She reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sheer lace panties, sliding them down her toned thighs and stepping out of them with a fluid, practiced grace. She stood there completely naked in her stilettos, her hairless pussy still looking slightly swollen and dark from the night before.

"Watch closely," Emily commanded, her voice low and dangerous.

She walked over to the sofa where Amanda sat. Amanda didn't move; she just leaned back, spreading her legs to give Emily better access to the harness. Emily reached for the bottle of thick lubricant on the side table. I watched, my heart hammering against my ribs, as she uncapped it and poured a generous amount directly over the head and the long, vein-textured shaft of the twelve-inch monster. The clear gel caught the light, dripping slowly off the silicone.

Emily straddled Amanda's lap, her knees on either side of Amanda's hips. She gripped Amanda's shoulders for balance and hovered just above the tip of the dildo. I could see her pussy opening, gaped open as her legs spread wide apart. the pink flesh yielding as she slowly began to lower her weight.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her back arching as the thick head began to stretch her wide. She moved with agonizing slowness, taking an inch, then two, her breath hitching in her throat as she forced herself down onto the massive dildo.

I stood there, paralyzed, watching my wife's body accommodate something so much larger than me. When she finally bottomed out, her pussy stretched to its absolute limit around the base of the dildo, she let out a long, shuddering moan of triumph.

She turned her head back toward me, her eyes clouded with lust and authority. "Get over here," she barked. "On your knees. Right behind me."

I scrambled forward, my knees hitting the hardwood floor with a dull thud. The plug shifted inside me, a sharp reminder of my own submission, but I didn't dare hesitate. I crawled up behind the sofa, positioned right between Emily's spread cheeks as she remained impaled on Amanda's lap.

"I watched you watching me last night," Emily whispered, her voice trembling with the friction of the dildo inside her. "I saw how much you wanted to be part of this. Well, here's your chance. Eat my ass while your Mistress stretches my cunt."

The hardwood was cool against my knees, a stark contrast to the radiating heat coming off Emily's ass. Up close, the sight was overwhelming. The sheer scale of the dildo stretching her was impossible to ignore--it looked like a physical invasion of the woman I thought I knew, yet she was the one leaning into it, her pussy stretching hungrily. to take it all.

"I said now," Emily hissed, making me realize I was daydreaming. Amanda's hands were clamped firmly on Emily's hips, as she held my wife in place, her eyes fixed on me with a terrifying, silent amusement.

I moved in closer, the scent of the lubricant and the heat of their bodies filling my senses. With my sweatpants at my ankles and the heavy plug still anchored inside me, I felt completely stripped of my role as a husband. I was just another tool for their pleasure now.

I leaned forward, pressing my face between Emily's arched back and the back of the sofa. My tongue traced the line of her pussy, which was stretched to a translucent thinness around the massive, 12-inch dildo. Seeing the way the thick silicone vein-textured shaft forced her skin to yield was mesmerizing, but her command was clear. I shifted my focus, to her wrinkled asshole.

The moment my tongue made contact, Emily let out a sharp, guttural cry that echoed through Amanda's living room. "Yes! Just like that, you pathetic slut," she gasped, her fingers digging into Amanda's shoulders.

I began to swirl my tongue around her opening, tasting the musky skin of her most intimate hole and smelling the faint, lingering scent of the soap from her shower. The contrast was dizzying.

As I worked, Amanda began to move her hips. She wasn't being gentle; she was slamming that monster into Emily with a rhythmic force that made both of them bounce on the cushions. With every thrust Amanda made, Emily's body was pushed back against my face. I used my hands to grip her hip bones, holding her steady so I could dive deeper. I speared my tongue into her, mimicking the motion of the dildo in her pussy.

"God, Amanda, he's actually good at it eating ass," Emily moaned, her head falling back as she looked at our neighbor. "I wish I had known that there was still somthing he could still do to satisfy me a little."

Amanda just smiled as she reached down, her latex-clad fingers going to the base of the dildo and the vibrator she had wedged there. She clicked it onto the highest setting.

The vibrations were so intense I could feel them through Emily's body and onto my own tongue.

My wife began to thrash, her pussy gripping the dildo in a series of violent, involuntary contractions. I didn't stop, pushing my tongue harder against her as she screamed, her climax hitting her with a force that left her sobbing.

She collapsed forward against Amanda, her body a wreck of tremors. I pulled back slightly, my face wet, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked up to see Amanda looking over Emily's shoulder directly at me.

"Your turn," Amanda whispered with a cold, sharp smile. "Em, let's fuck him now. I think it's time he felt what it's like to be filled as completely as you just were."

They pushed me down to my knees on the hardwood floor, the impact sending a jarring shock through my legs that made the massive plug shift deep inside me. The weight of it was a constant, blunt reminder of exactly who I was in this room. I was Amanda's bitch and now my wife's too.

My sweatpants were still bunched at my ankles, leaving me exposed and pathetic as I watched Emily and Amanda exchange a look of cold, shared understanding. "You've been a very good audience, Tom, watching us through the window," Amanda said, her voice smooth and clinical as she reached for a fresh pair of black latex gloves. The sharp snap of the material stretching over her hands echoed in the quiet room. "But Emily wants to watch you get stretched out now.."

Emily stepped behind me, the clicking of her stilettos sounding like a countdown on the floorboards. I felt her hand slide from my chin to the back of my neck, her grip firming up as she forced me to stay still. Then, her other hand reached down and gripped the flared base of the plug still buried inside my raw hole.

"You think you're stretched out now?" my wife whispered into my ear, her hot breath making my skin crawl. "You have no idea how much further you're going to go for us."

Before I could even brace myself, she gave a sudden, forceful tug. The plug came free with a wet, heavy suction that made me groan loudly. It felt like she tore my intestines out with the plug..

The sudden absence of the pressure was almost as intense as the fullness had been. I felt spent already and they hadn't even fucked me yet. My head was hanging low, but Amanda was already stepping into my field of vision. The massive, twelve-inch monster on her harness was already aimed at me, slick with the lubricant and juices from my wife's pussy.

"Get down on the rug," Amanda commanded, pointing to the floor with a gloved finger. "Hands and knees. And don't even think about closing your eyes. I want your wife to see that submissive bitch look in your eyes that I love to see, every time I fuck your ass."

I lowered myself onto the rug, the coarse fibers pressing against my knees. Behind me, I heard the sharp clicking of Emily's stilettos as she paced, circling me like a hawk.

"Look at him, Amanda," Emily remarked, her voice dripping with a newfound authority that she never had before. "He looks so much more natural like this. Broken in."

Amanda stepped between my spread thighs. The twelve-inch dildo, still glistening and warm from my wife's body, hovered inches from my gaping hole. She didn't offer me the luxury of a slow start. She gripped my hips with her latex-clad hands, her fingers digging into my skin to anchor me.

"This is going to hurt," Amanda whispered, a cold smile playing on her lips. "And you're going to love every second of it because it's exactly what you a submissive slut like you wants. You deserve it too for being a pervert. You peeping Tom." They both laughed at that.

With a firm, relentless surge of her hips, she drove the thick head of the dildo against my raw, recently vacated hole. The stretch was instantaneous and absolute. I let out a loud wail as the sheer girth of the monster forced my muscles to yield. Amanda didn't stop; she put her full weight behind the thrust until the long, vein-textured shaft was buried deep within me, pushing into my prostate with a blunt force that made my entire body quiver.

Emily leaned over, her face inches from mine, watching the way my eyes rolled back. "Don't you dare close them, Tom," she hissed. "I want you to see me watching you. Watching your hole stretch."

Amanda began to move, her pace picking up. Every slam of her hips against my ass sent a jolt of pleasure and pain, probably in equal parts, through my system. She reached down and grasped my balls with her gloved hand. She used them like a handle, holding me in place with them as she slammed into my ass.

The sensory overload was total. The smell of the lubricant, the snap of Amanda's gloves as she adjusted her grip, and the sight of my wife--standing over me, naked in her heels, smiling at my undoing--pushed me over the edge.

As I came, my body bucking uncontrollably against the floor, Amanda didn't let up. She kept pounding, her own moans joining mine as she used my body to find her own peak, while Emily watched with a cold, triumphant hunger in her eyes.

The sudden absence of the dildo was an agony of a different kind. Amanda pulled it out with a wet, heavy suction, leaving my stretched hole gaping and throbbing in the cool air of the room. I let out a choked cry, my body slumping forward against the rug. I was left with a pathetic, desperate need to be filled again. What was wrong with me?

"Stay right there," Emily commanded, her voice sounding more different than I had ever heard it. "Don't fuckin move, you slut." I expected my wife to say something about the fact that the neighbor had just fucked her husband, but she just gave Amanda a small, understanding smile.

"It's my turn," Emily said, stepping in front of me, her stilettos clicking softly on the hardwood floor.

Amanda began to unbuckle the strapon harness, but my wife held up a hand. "No, Amanda. Keep it on. I have a different idea."

I watched, my heart hammering against my ribs, as she walked over to the side table and picked up a fresh pair of black latex gloves. The sound of the latex snapping against her forearms was the most terrifying sound I had ever heard.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Amanda's face. She looked down at me with a mix of amusement and anticipation. She had obviously figured out Emily's plan at the same time the realization hit me with a jolt of pure terror.

Emily was going to fist my ass.

"You like to watch, don't you, Tom?" she asked, her voice silky and dangerous as she pulled the second glove on. She stood over me, looking down at my exposed, raw hole with a detached, clinical interest. "You liked watching Amanda stretch me out. Now you're going to feel it."

I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry. "Emily, please..."

"Shut up," she hissed, her voice cutting off my plea. "You don't get to speak. You just get to feel."

She reached for the bottle of lubricant and squirted a massive amount into the palm of her gloved hand, the gel catching the light. Then she knelt behind me, pushing my spread knees further apart with her own. She didn't waste time with tenderness. She gripped my hips with one hand, anchoring me, as she began to work her other hand, the lubricated one, into my stretched opening.

The sensation was a sharp, aching stretch that forced a gasp from my lips. My anus, already raw from the dildo, clenched uncontrollably, trying to keep her out.

She added more lube, the gel cold against my skin, and began to work several of her fingers into me. The stretch was agonizing. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, my fingers clawing at the rug as she relentlessly forced her way inside me.

"Look at how he's taking it, Amanda," Emily remarked, her voice sounding distant as I tried to focus on anything but the physical violation. "He's greedy for it."

Amanda stood over us, still wearing the harness with the long, wet dildo bobbing with every breath she took. She was smiling, watching with a clinical detachment that chilled me more than the latex.

With a sudden, powerful thrust, Emily forced her hand past my stretched anal ring, her knuckles popping inside me. A longl scream escaped my lips, but the sound of my anguish was ignored by them.

"Yes! Just like that, you pathetic bitch," Emily gasped, her voice thick with her own lust.

I was completely filled. It felt like my insides were being torn apart, yet at the same time, a surge of overwhelming, twisted pleasure was building deep in my gut.

Knowing my sweet innocent wife had turned dark and twisted, and was now naked behind me, with her hand buried inside me, was too much. I would have never seen that plot twist coming. i would have guessed Amanda, but not Emily.

She began to move her hand, not in and out, but in tight, rotational circles. Every twist forced a moan from my lips, my body bucking uncontrollably against the rug. I was hyper-aware of the texture of the latex glove against my internal walls, the friction building into an explosive tension.

The sensory overload was total. The stretching from her fist, slowly fucking me with short strokes, combined with the intense grinding of her knuckles against my prostate, while her forearm held my hole stretched open, sent me over the edge in a matter of seconds. My climax was a violent, full-body spasm that left me sobbing into the rug, my entire frame quivering as she continued to rotate her hand inside me.

I finally collapsed against the floor, gasping for breath, my vision blurring from the tears that flowed down my cheeks. I felt Emily's hand slowly withdraw, the wet latex sucking against my raw skin as she pulled it out.

The silence in the room was heavy and absolute. I could only hear my own heavy breathing and Emilys too

"I'm done with him, Amanda," Emily said, her voice smooth and satisfied. "For now...." She stood up, stripping off the gloves and tossing them onto the floor beside me.

Amanda stepped over my trembling body, the twelve-inch dildo still attached to her harness. She looked down at me with that same cold, predatory smile.

"I think we're gonna need a bigger dildo now," Amanda said. "Don't you, Em?"

"Absolutely," Emily replied, her voice filled with a terrifying cruelness. "But untill then, we can just keep fisting him.

Amanda said to Emily, "Lets go in the bedroom. You can lick my pussy, then I can fist yours again." They walked away, holding hands.

Emily said loudly, "Dont worry, hubby. We will leave the door open a little, so you can watch us through the crack." Then they walked away, laughing at me. I crawled down the hall after them, eager to watch.