Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 08

"What's going on Jen?" Zack asked. "That wasn't Mike in the car with you. Are you having an affair?"

Jen looked embarrassed. She couldn't tell him the truth. If he told Millie and it got around it would destroy her life. "It's kind of complicated," she said evasively. "But please don't tell anyone, especially Millie."

Zack looked doubtful. "You're asking me to keep a secret from my wife? I can't do that."

"This doesn't affect her!" Jen pleaded, desperation edging into her voice.

Zack leaned back, contemplatively looking at Jen. He'd always been attracted to his pretty blonde neighbor. He and Millie had been together since college (they were both in their 50s now), and he'd lost interest in his wife's body a long time ago. He often traveled for work, and enjoyed new pussy a few times a year from girls he picked up in hotel bars (or whores when he couldn't get it for free). He'd fucked a few wives in the neighborhood too, mostly out of boredom and because it thrilled him to fuck his neighbors' wives, not because they were anything special to look at. But Jen was something else. He'd had his eye on her since she and her husband Mike moved in a few years ago. But he never thought he'd have a chance to get inside her pants. She was a lot younger and way out of his league, and seemed happily married. But that might change today!

"Where's Mike?" he asked.

"He's running some errands."

A smile came to Zack's face. He leaned towards Jen and put his hand on her knee. "Maybe we can work something out."

Jen pulled away from his hand. "No Zack, please, we're friends," she pleaded.

Zack chuckled. "Here's how I see it. You're cheating on Mike. That's okay, I'm not judging you. But you need my help to keep your secret." He boldly cupped Jen's breast and gave it a squeeze. "I figure you owe me."

"No!" Jen snarled, pushing his hand away and standing up.

Zack chuckled again. "Whatever, it's up to you," he said, and he picked up the telephone and speed dialed his wife. "Hi Millie, it's me."

Alarmed, Jen mouthed "please!" to Zack. He ignored her plea. In fact, his grin grew wider and he said to his wife, "You won't believe what I saw this morning."

Horrified, Jen urgently whispered, "Okay, okay!"

But that wasn't good enough for Zack. With his finger he pointed at Jen's blouse. She scowled at him, but realizing she had no choice, she unbuttoned her bloused. Smiling, Zack said "Honey, someone's at the door, I'll call you later." He hung up the phone and motioned with his finger for Jen to come closer.

"I can't believe you're making me do this," Jen said, dropping her blouse as she stepped towards him. "I thought we were friends."

"You might enjoy it, you know," he said with a laugh, his hands cupping her breasts over her bra.

She pushed his hands away and glared at him. "Let's get this straight. I'll blow you, and then we're even. Got it? That's it! I'm not taking anything else off, you don't touch me, you don't try to kiss me, and after it's done we never talk about it, and you don't say anything about this morning. Got it?"

Zack's face turned sour and he looked disappointed. "That's all I get?"

"Yes that's all you get!" Jen hissed. "I could yell RAPE right now! What do you think about that?"

"Okay, okay, okay," Zack relented, his hands up in surrender. "But at least take off your bra."

Jen narrowed her eyes. "Okay, fine!" she said in an annoyed, sharp tone. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell from her shoulders and she let it drop next to her blouse. She let him look at her for a minute. Then she got on her knees in front of him.

Zack's heart pounded as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. It wasn't easy because of his ample beer gut. She gripped the waist of his pants. "Well, lift up!" she snapped. He excitedly lifted his ass, and she pulled down his jeans and boxer shorts until they were halfway down his pale thighs.

Wanting to get this over with, Jen wrapped her hand around his cock. He moaned and grunted at the feel of Jen's soft hand. "I can't believe this is happening. I've had my eye on you for a long time."

"Just shut up, okay?" she said. Holding him with one hand, she used her other to brush her ponytail behind her. Then she lowered her head and took him inside her mouth. She sucked and licked him, simultaneously pumping his shaft in her hands.

The size of his cock surprised her. It was long and thick. Not as long as Darius's, but just as thick, maybe even thicker. She could barely get any of him in her mouth, so she alternated between sucking his big swollen cock head and licking up and down his shaft.

Zack watched as his pretty blonde neighbor bobbed up and down his cock. He'd never been with anyone so gorgeous. Even the high priced sluts he paid for didn't hold a candle to her. He reached down and cupped her tits. When she didn't stop him, he fondled breasts and rubbed her nipples.

Jen paused when she felt Zack's hands on her breasts. That wasn't part of the deal. She inwardly shrugged. Why did it matter? She was already topless and sucking him, so letting him grope her a little didn't seem to make a difference. Anyway, he might cum faster that way. She went back to sucking and stroking him.

With one hand still playing with her breasts, Zack used his other hand and tried to undo Jen's hair. "Stop it," she said immediately. She didn't want to take a chance of getting his spunk in her hair.

Zack then used his hand to softly caressed along her neck, cheek and ear. He thought he heard a slight moan as he caressed her neck and ear. He was good at this, finding a woman's erogenous zones, that was part of the reason why he was able to bed so many girls, even though he wasn't the best looking guy. Based on Jen's responses, he concentrated his soft caresses along her neck and ear, and also kept teasing her nipples with his other hand (he could tell immediately her nipples were sensitive from the way they hardened at his first touch).

Jen felt herself getting wet. His damn hands were turning her on! And his thick cock was pretty amazing. On top of that, she was already horny from the coke. With one hand still on his shaft, she edged her other down her jeans. As expected, her panties were soaking wet. She dipped a finger into her pussy and rubbed her clit, but it was awkward trying to do that and still suck Zack, because she couldn't swallow much because of his thickness, and she couldn't hold him well with one hand again because of his thickness.

Out of the corner of her eye she looked over at her house. Mike wasn't home yet (otherwise she'd see his car). Fuck it, she thought to herself. She pulled her mouth off Zack's cock. He looked surprised and disappointment. Then his face turned into a smug smile as she gripped his waist band and pulled his jeans and boxers all the way off, only stopping briefly to pull off his shoes and socks.

Jen stood up and shimmied out of her jeans and panties. Zack was in a sitting position, the smug smile still on his face. "Just don't say anything, okay?" she said pushing on his chest to make him lay down. She wished she could wipe the smug smile off his face but she knew she couldn't, not with what she was about to give to him.

She straddled him above his crotch. Zack couldn't believe what was about to happen. He couldn't believe he was about to fuck Mike's wife. They seemed happily married. Now, here she was, all her clothes off, about to guide his cock into her pussy. Into her happily married pussy. Her looked at her pussy, completely bare except for a tiny wisp of hair above her clit, so different from his cute but plump wife.

Jen took Zack's cock in her two hands and lowered herself on him. She rubbed his thick head between her pussy lips to lubricate him with her juices. She positioned his cock and then lowered herself on him.

"Fuck!" she grunted between gritted teeth. He was so fucking thick! She bore down on him. "Oh fuck," she wailed as his bulbous cockhead popped into her pussy. It hurt, but felt so good! Her knees went weak, so she put her hands on his chest for balance as she teetered on the tip of his cock. He had the chest of an out-of-shape middle aged man, soft and loose with a beer gut, but his cock was an impressive specimen of man-meat.

She clenched her eyes shut as she bore down on him, feeling his wonderful cock slowly disappear into her inch by inch. There was no doubt in her mind now, Zack WAS thicker than Darius, she could feel it. Her pussy was so tightly stretched around his cock she could feel the thick veins of his cock as he penetrated her. It felt exquisite! She bore down harder and finally all of him was inside her. "Godddd," she cried, tears forming in her eyes at the intense feelings of pleasure and pain.

She paused to catch her breath. She reached back and pulled off the scrunchie, moving her head back and forth and using her hand to shake out her heavy, luxurious blonde hair. She saw him looking at her with that same smug grin, looking triumphant. "Just shut up," she repeated, but this time not in anger but in surrender.

Balancing on her knees astride him and her hands on his chest, she slowly lifted up. When just his cockhead remained inside her, she slowly pushed back down. As she did, she gasped in moans. "Ohhhh fuuuuck," she cried. She did it a second time, and then a third, up and down, moving slowly, and then suddenly her body exploded in an orgasm. She gasped as the pleasure bolted through her body.

When her orgasm subsided she collapsed on Zack's chest, amazed at how fast she'd cum. Never before had she cum after just 2 or 3 strokes, never in her life, not with anyone, not even Darius. She found herself envying Millie.

With her lust sated (at least temporarily), her good senses returned. She looked out the window and saw Mike still hadn't gotten home, but he couldn't be far away. She raised up, her hands still on Zack's chest, still gloriously impaled on his cock. His smile was even smugger now, and she couldn't help it, she smiled back. "Okay, that was pretty good," she conceded, and then they both laughed.

"I can't believe Millie can even walk!" Jen joked, pulling her hair back with her hand and putting it behind her ear. "I don't think I could take you every night."

He shrugged. "She's never been very interested in sex."

"Oh," Jen said.

He grinned looking full of himself. "Don't feel sorry for me. I haven't been interested in her for a long time." Then he arrogantly added, "And with what I've got between my legs, I've never had any problem getting pussy."

"Oh, okay, well, I guess not," Jen said uncomfortably, looking away. What a shithead, she thought to herself. But this shithead had just made her cum and still had his cock inside her. The thought made her feel like a cheap slut.

Zack didn't notice the change in her mood. He still couldn't believe he was with her. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. It was like fucking a movie star! He reached up and cupped her tits. She'd always looked flat chested, and cupping her confirmed it, her tits were less than a handful.

Wanting to get him off fast, Jen gave him a sultry look. She took one of his hands and sucked his fingers, making him shudder with excitement. She began moving up and down on his cock. She'd gotten more accustomed to his girth, so now it didn't hurt as much, but it felt just as good.

"Tell me the truth, you fuck around don't you?" he groaned.

Jen sensed correctly that he'd cum faster if she talked dirty, so she said in a throaty voice, "Yeah, I cheat on Mike."

"How often?"

"Once or twice a month," she said with a sexy grin. "Sometimes more."

Zack looked admiringly at Jen, as if feeling he'd stumbled upon a kindred spirit. "Pretty girl like you, you must have your pick of guys."

Jen closed her eyes, her head rolling back as she felt another orgasm approach. "I guess," she breathed.

"You ever fuck guys with cocks as big as mine?"

"Sometimes – longer," she gasped between pants. "But not – not as thick!" Jen came again, and the spasms of her pussy around his cock pushed Zack into his orgasm too. Jen bucked on Zack as he convulsed in orgasm, like riding a buckling bronco. Again she collapsed on his chest, and they panted in each other's faces as they came down from their orgasms.

Zack wrapped his arms around her and she let him, but when he tried to kiss her she pulled away. "I said no," she said.

He grinned smugly. "You also said you'd only blow me."

"Well –" Jen began, but she didn't finish her thought. She pulled away. His cock was softening but he was still thick. It slowly pulled out of her pussy and made a "pop" sound as it popped out. Jen grabbed her clothes and went into his bathroom. She wiped the wetness of their sex from between her legs and around her pussy. She had to wipe gingerly around her pussy as it felt sore. She put her clothes back on. Then she used Millie's things on the sink to brush her hair and fix her makeup. She put her hair back in a ponytail. She took a last look in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. Again she looked like a proper wife. She wondered if Mike could tell she was freshly fucked.

She left the bathroom. Zack still lay on the sofa, completely naked, his penis obscenely thick (even though it was soft). She found her flats and stepped into them. "You won't say anything, right?" she asked, reminding him of his promise.

"My lips are sealed," he said smiling. He reached behind her and squeezed her ass. "Let's do this again."

She pulled away from his hand. "No, this was a one-time thing."

He scowled at her. "Why, I'm not good enough for you?"

Jen didn't want him angry, because then he might go back on their deal. Her face softened and she ran her hand across his cheek. "No Zack, you're wonderful," she soothed. "But we live next to each other. It's too dangerous." Seeing his expression soften, she lightly kissed him on the lips to seal their deal. She gave him her best smile. "Still friends, right?"

His scowl continued for a moment, then her looks melted him and he gave her a crooked grin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Friends." Jen embraced him briefly, and then rushed back home.

To her surprise, Mike was waiting for her when she opened the door. He must have parked in the garage when she wasn't looking. She tried to hide her surprise.

"Where were you?" he said. His tone wasn't accusatory, but he looked her up and down.

Jen considered telling him the truth, but she guessed that fucking their next door neighbor might be crossing the line, even for her kinky husband. "Just talking to the neighbors," she said.

Mike seemed satisfied with her answer, and kissed her. She wondered if he could smell Zack in her hair, or taste him in her mouth. She'd planned to douche before going out, but now she wouldn't have a chance. She scoffed silently, thinking of that morning. Maybe later that evening Mike would like her better that way, with a load of another man's cum inside her.