Bad Neighbours Pt. 02

-- This is the 2nd part of the Bad Neighbours series. I would encourage you to read Part 1 if you haven't already. Be forewarned, the series involves themes of cuckolding, blackmail, cheating, voyeurism, smoking, and femdom. If it's not your thing, no need to read any further only to leave disparaging comments about your dislike of these themes. With the stage set, in the next installment things begin to really ramp up. Part 3 coming soon. --

The next morning, Andy awoke to a headache and squinted to scan the room. Abbie was still sleeping soundly, her hair sprawled across her pillow and her mouth slightly open. Sex with his wife the night before was the best they'd had in years. He didn't know what got into her but he'd not seen her so eager or aggressive. Was it the alcohol that made her so free? If so, he thought he may actually like her when she's drinking. Or was it her attraction to Dean and their flirting at the party? Either way, he wasn't going to complain. Abbie had been on fire.

They didn't see their neighbours for the next several days, but Andy was surprised to receive a text from Dean on Friday morning saying they were going away for the weekend. He asked if Andy would mind keeping an eye on their house while they were gone, maybe even check in a couple of times. He assured them it was no problem and Dean said he had put the key under the plant by the front door.

On Saturday morning Abbie had some errands to run, so Andy said he was going next door and check on their neighbours house, as promised.

Andy walked next door, the anticipation building in his belly. He wasn't sure why, but he found himself excited at the opportunity to be inside their home while no one was around. He let himself in and locked the door behind him.

Andy casually walked around their home checking out each room. It was quiet and empty as expected. He approached the bedroom at the end of the hallway and peered in. This was obviously the master bedroom that Dean and Jenna shared. He felt a surge of excitement rise inside him.

He stepped inside and carefully scanned the room. There was a large 4 poster bed on the wall to his left with a nightstand on either side. There were two dressers and a large TV on the wall to his right, opposite the foot of the bed. There were two large windows on the wall opposite the door, with dark thick curtains opened a few inches, giving a small amount of light to the dimly lit room. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his hand along one of the pillows. He imagined the wild sex Dean and Jenna had on this bed and felt his cock swell.

Andy reached down and stroked it through his pants. He stretched out, basking in the warmth of the sun streaming through the window. As he lay there, he wondered what it would be like to fuck Jenna right here. To explore her body, to run his hands over her tits as he thrust his cock into her. He imagined Dean walking in, catching him with his wife and ordering him to stop. But instead of stopping, Jenna would force Dean to watch as she fucked Andy relentlessly, taking what she wanted from him. His cock continued to tighten under his pants.

As Andy looked around the room his eyes settled on the dresser on the far side of the room. He got up and approached before opening the top drawer. A shiver went down his spine. The dresser clearly belonged to Jenna. Inside the drawer were an array of sexy panties and bras. His hand trembling he reached in and pulled out a pair of white lace panties. He felt ashamed for what he wanted to do, as if he were an immature teenager, but he couldn't stop himself. His body tingled and he, he lifted the panties to his face and inhaled deeply.

The smell of Jenna was intoxicating, a mixture of soap and perfume that sent a rush of blood to his cock, causing it to throb painfully.

He dropped the panties onto the bed listened hard for any sounds in the house, before finally sliding his pants down, exposing his hard erection. Slowly stroking the shaft with one hand, her panties in his other, he imagined Jenna straddling him, her wet pussy sliding up and down his cock as she rode him slowly.

An idea came to him and he opened his phone and clicked on the browser app and entered a familiar search command into Google: sexy tattoo girl getting fucked. He chose a video where the girl in the thumbnail looked similar to Jenna and hit play. He began to slowly stroke his cock, now covered in pre cum.

He leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on the pillows, and adjusted the volume on his phone. The video actually ended up being even hotter than he could have expected. The tattooed woman was being fucked by a large man while her small framed husband sat in the corner watching it unfold. He imagined that he was the man fucking the woman that looked like Jenna while Dean sat watching. Then his mind shifted and he began to imagine that HE was the man in the corner. And that he was watching Abbie with another man. His breath caught in his throat at the thought of Abbie getting fucked while he watched. The woman moaned loudly, her ecstatic cries echoing through the room. He masturbated to the rhythm of her gasps, his own grunts blending seamlessly with hers.

His strokes became faster, more frantic, matching the increasing urgency of the video.

As the video neared its climax, Andy's hand tightened around his cock, his grip almost painful. Each thrust of the man in the video pushed the woman deeper into submission, her screams of pleasure echoing through the room.

And as the video reached its climactic peak, Andy let loose a loud, guttural cry, releasing streams of cum across his abdomen. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of raw energy that washed over him, leaving him gasping for breath.

Andy lay there breathing hard, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. He had never experienced orgasm quite like that from masturbating, and his whole body still trembled. After a moment, he managed to catch his breath and slowly rose, wiping the sweat from his brow.

He wave of fear and guilt washed over him for what he'd just done. He knew no one would know but he felt ashamed for it nonetheless. He suddenly wanted to get out of there. He got up from the bed quickly smoothed the bed sheets and put Jenna's underwear back in her drawer. He felt a rush of exhileration mixed with shame as he locked their door and returned home.

On Monday afternoon, Andy was sitting through a boring meeting at work trying to keep from dozing off when he felt his phone vibrate. He discreetly held it under the edge of the table and saw the name "Jenna" on the screen. He felt his heart jump.

"Thanks for watching things over the weekend. Maybe you can stop by after work, we have something for you to show our appreciation." It read.

Andy's heart was racing. He remembered being in their house on Saturday morning, how Jenna's underwear smelled and the intensity of his orgasm. He felt his cock come to life and shifted uncomfortably. He responded that he would come by on his way home.

Two hours later, Andy pulled into his own driveway and then crossed the lawn to his neighbours' front door. He rang the doorbell and glanced around the neighbourhood.

After a brief pause, the door swung open, revealing none other than Jenna herself. She looked absolutely breathtaking, wearing a short skirt and halter top that barely concealed her voluptuous curves. Andy's eyes took in the tattoos that swept down her shoulders and over part of her right breast. He could see her nipples visible through her halter top. Her eyes sparkled mischievously, and her lips curled into a sultry smile.

"Welcome, Andy," Jenna purred, motioning for him to follow her inside. "Come in, please."

Andy swallowed thickly, his blood boiling at the sight of Jenna's tantalizing form.

He allowed himself to be led inside, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Every step brought him closer to the delicious torment he had craved since their first meeting.

As they entered the living room, Andy noticed Dean sitting on the couch, smirking at him. His gaze swept over Dean's strong physique, and a strange mixture of fear and jealousy consumed him.

"Hey, Andy," Dean greeted him coolly. "How was your day at work?"

Andy tried to ignore the intense heat radiating from Dean's penetrating gaze.

"It was fine, thanks." Jenna handed him a low ball glass and he took a sip. The whiskey was strong but warmed his belly instantly.

"Come sit down," Jenna motioned for him to sit next to her on the sofa.

Andy sat down nervously, his leg brushing against Jenna's. His heart was pounding in his chest by the feel of her skin against his.

"How did things go over the weekend? Anything come up?" Jenna asked with a grin.

"All good," Andy replied nervously, though he wasn't sure why. "Things were pretty quiet."

"Ah, good," she said, and gave his leg a rub. Andy's cock began to swell. "Well, we wanted to show you something and see if it looked familiar." she continued.

Just then, Dean pressed a button on the TV remote and Andy looked to the screen. It only took him a few seconds to make sense of what he was watching and he thought he might vomit right then and there.

It was a recorded video from Dean and Jenna's bedroom. Andy froze, his heart sinking in his chest as he realized that the depraved act he'd committed in their absence had been captured on video. The recording showcased his shameless masturbation session, complete with a lingering close-up of his spent seed. It also clearly showed the porn video that Andy had been watching that had aroused him.

"We thought you might appreciate a glimpse of that lovely performance you put on this weekend," Dean drawled, his tone laced with mockery. "Did you enjoy yourself, Andy?"

Andy's cheeks burned with embarrassment, his fingers tightening around the lowball glass. He wanted to escape, to erase the evidence of his indiscretion, but Dean's cruel taunts held him captive. He struggled with the words to say.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean.... " Andy stuttered, his voice cracking with unease.

"What was it that got you sooooo worked up, Andy?" Jenna teased, running her fingers lightly up his leg. "Was it the smell of my panties?" she whispered in his ear.

Andy wanted to disappear into the sofa.

"Or was it watching the girl in the video who, coincidentally, looked a lot like me," she continued to taunt him. Her finger now traced the outline of the bulge in his pants. Andy could barely breath. He felt utter humiliation and thought he would never be able to face Dean or Jenna ever again.

"Orrr....." Jenna continued. "Was it the idea of you sitting in a corner watching me being ravaged by a bigger and more virile man?" She squeezed his throbbing shaft through his pants, sending a shiver through Andy's entire body. No words came to him and he could not bring himself to make eye contact with either of them. He hung his head in shame wondering how to fix everything and get himself out of this.

"Andy, baby. What would Abbie think if she saw this video?" Jenna smirked, her eyes gleaming. Andy's stomach churned and he finally looked at Jenna.

"No, please," he pleaded, his eyes darting between Jenna and Dean. "I'm really sorry, it was sick and it was wrong. I don't know what I was thinking. Please, you can't show this to Abbie. Please." he begged, his voice growing more frantic.

"Hmmm, I don't know," Jenna responded. "I mean, how much is our little secret worth to you?"

"I can pay you," Andy responded quickly. "How much? I don't mind, just tell me how much for the video and I will get you the money."

Dean let out a laugh. "I think we can come up with something more fun than that, Andy."

"Well, what do you want? Anything, I will do anything," he pleaded.

"That's what I wanted to hear, baby," Jenna whispered seductively in his ear as she slid her hand down his shaft and cupped his sac.

"Since you liked that video so much, Andy, how about we make it a little more real for you?" Andy looked at her, confused.

"Would you like to watch Dean and I have sex, Andy? Is that what you've been fantasizing about?" she asked, her voice low and throaty. "Or maybe watch me giving him a blowjob? Would that turn you on, Andy?"

Andy couldn't believe what he was hearing. The thought of watching them together, to see Jenna naked and enjoying sex, made him feel dizzy. But she couldn't be serious. What was she up to, did she just enjoying taunting him?

"Yes," he answered quietly, his voice barely audible. He wondered to himself how this was actually punishment for what he had done. Despite his shame this seemed more like a reward.

Dean and Jenna exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. It was clear that they knew exactly what they were doing to Andy, pushing his buttons and driving him crazy.

Jenna smiled seductively, her hand still cupping Andy's testicles, squeezing gently.

"Ok then. We can do that. Maybe that will get it out of your system, huh? If you saw it live?" Jenna asked, her voice soft and enticing. "I mean Andy, really, we can't have you and Abbie visiting us and each time knowing that all you can think about is me naked, now can we?"

Andy shook his head slowly, his mouth dry and his heart pounding uncontrollably. He felt Dean's piercing gaze on him as Jenna got up from the sofa and got down on her knees in front of her husband. Andy wasn't sure whether he should look or not.

"Let's start slow, shall we?" Jenna purred, reaching for Dean's belt buckle.

With deliberate slowness, she undid it, revealing the impressive length of his erect penis. It wasn't necessarily like the movies, 10 inches and the size of a forearm. But it was impressive nonetheless. It was perhaps close to 8 inches and certainly girthier than Andy's.

Andy stared wide-eyed, his pulse quickening as he watched the spectacle unfold. Jenna ran her fingers along Dean's rigid length, admiring it hungrily. She bent down, her full lips tracing the contours of his massive member. She sucked greedily, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, her moans filling the room.

Dean groaned, his hand grasping Jenna's hair, guiding her movements.

Jenna took Dean's cock out of her mouth and looked at Andy seductively. "Take out your cock, Andy. I want to see how hard you are. I want you to stroke it while you watch. You know, like you did on our bed while we were away," she finished with a devilish wink.

Andy hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked on Jenna's enticing figure. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest, and tentatively reached for his zipper. He shuffled out of his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. He pulled his penis through the hole in the front of his underwear, revealing his erect manhood.

Jenna's eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting slightly. "Oh, Andy," she murmured, with a smile. "It's so.... average," she giggled.

Andy flushed red, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He had hoped his average size would go unnoticed, but looking down at it and then at Dean's, he knew she wasn't wrong. Nevertheless, Jenna's comment cut deep.

Her eyes moved from Andy's cock back to Dean's much more impressive phallus in front of her face. She smiled and winked at Andy once more before engulfing Dean's member in her eager mouth.

Andy watched, mesmerized, as Jenna expertly bobbed her head up and down, savouring every inch of Dean's enormous cock. Dean's breathing grew louder, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He gripped Jenna's hair tightly, his knuckles whitening.

"You like that, Andy?" Jenna cooed, her eyes never leaving Dean's pulsating member.

"Does it make you want to touch it, Andy?" she teased, reaching out to lightly tug at Andy's arm.

Andy pulled away quickly. "What? No!" he said. "I do not want to touch it." Andy replied, swallowing hard. He watched as Jenna continued to perform oral magic on Dean's magnificent tool. He couldn't help but compare his own meager offering with Dean's impressive gift. He sighed inwardly, a wave of self-pity washing over him.

Jenna released Dean's cock from her mouth and glanced at Andy. She licked her lips suggestively, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Enjoying the show? Stroke your cock faster for me, Andy," she coaxed. "Watch me suck Dean's beautiful cock while you jack off. Let's see if you can hold out longer than Dean can."

Andy hesitated, his eyes glued to Jenna's enticing figure. He swallowed thickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he reluctantly obeyed. His hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping steadily. He watched Jenna continue to worship Dean's magnificent cock, his envy growing stronger.

"Mmm, that tastes so good," Jenna moaned, her eyes locked on Andy. She took Dean's cock deeper, her mouth stretching around it. Dean continued to groan, his eyes closed, relishing the sensations coursing through his body.

Andy's eyes never left Jenna as she continued to service Dean. He watched her skillfully bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the mushroom tip. Her lips tightened around the base, ensuring a perfect seal. Andy couldn't help but envy Dean's fortune.

"Faster, Jenna," Dean growled, his hands gripping her head tightly.

She obediently increased the speed and intensity of her sucking, her mouth muscles contracting furiously around his girth. Andy sat, transfixed, his cock throbbing in his hand.

"Harder, Andy," Jenna commanded, looking up at him between Dean's legs. "Stroke that little cock faster. Show us how desperate you are to cum."

Andy complied, his hand moving at a frenzied pace. He glanced at Dean, noticing the satisfied smirk on his face.

Andy blushed, averting his gaze. Jenna chuckled softly, sensing the tension between the two men. She took Dean's swollen cock out of her mouth, trailing her fingertips delicately along his shaft then lifted her head and looked to Andy once more.

"Tell me, Andy," Jenna said, her voice dripping with lust. "Do you like watching me suck Dean's cock? It's almost twice the size of yours." She teased.

Andy tensed, his grip on his cock tightening. Her words stung, but did little to deter his furious stroking. Instead, he focused on her mesmerizing performance, his cock throbbing with each successive lick and suck. Her mouth and throat muscles contracted ferociously around Dean's girth, demonstrating expertise honed by countless hours of practice.

"Mmmmm," Jenna murmured, "Do you think Abbie would like a cock this big, Andy?"

Andy cringed, trying not to imagine his wife with Dean. But it wasn't just jealousy he felt. Jenna's taunting about Dean and his wife made Andy's cock throb. Flashes of Abbie kneeling between Dean's legs, just as Jenna was now, her lips stretching to get around his thick shaft. Her eyes locked on Andy's while she took inch after inch into her mouth. Andy was ready to explode.

"Andy," Jenna murmured, her lips brushing against Dean's shaft. "I'm going to make Dean cum now. I want you to imagine your Abbie enjoying Dean's cock just like I am. Making it cum in her mouth, just like I'm going to. That's it. Stroke that little dick and cum for me, Andy. Cum for me while you imagine it," Jenna taunted.

Her words struck a chord within Andy, igniting a firestorm of conflicting emotions. Simultaneously humiliated and aroused, he clenched his fist around his average-sized cock, his strokes becoming rapid and desperate.

"Can you picture it, Andy. Abbie's innocent lips stretched over my husband's cock. Mmmmmm, cum for me baby," Jenna purred, her eyes locked on Andy and her fingers wrapped around Dean's engorged member.

It was too much for Andy and he felt his cock begin to pulse uncontrollably. Jenna's relentless teasing had proven too much for him to bear. His balls tightened, and with a final, agonizing squeeze, he ejaculated, his semen splattering onto his own chest.