Naughty New Neighbors

Chrissie went to the kitchen and Brad headed to the living room.

I joked to Brad and pointed, "That's my seat there in the corner, have a seat anywhere else you'd like, the game just got started. You haven't missed anything yet."

Brad took a seat in the middle of the sofa and Chrissie came in handed him a beer, and then sat on the other side of him in the opposite corner from me.

No one said much, as the game got quite interesting very quickly. Just before half time I got up to go get a soda.

"Where you going sugar?" Chrissie asked.

"Just to get a soda, I'll be right back Miss Nosey!" I teased.

"Sit down, I'll get it. Brad and I need another beer anyhow," she replied jumping up to go fetch us drinks. As she passed in front of the TV I couldn't help but look at her ass and dirty old man cursed, Fuck is she hot or what?

"She's got a great ass don't you think Rick?" Brad joked, momentarily leaving me speechless and befuddled why he would say such a thing. Both dirty old man and nice guy exclaimed, what the fuck!

When Chrissie returned she handed me a soda and handed a beer to Brad, when I noticed Brad was chuckling to himself.

"What are you laughing about Brad?" Chrissie asked.

"Oh just that Rick is trying to pretend he hasn't noticed your ass before now, turn around sweet cheeks and give him a good look," he ordered her. To my surprise she turned her ass towards me, and then even gave it a little shake before bending over slightly, causing her shorts to ride up the crack of her ass. I couldn't help but let out a barely audible groan, which caused Brad to chuckle again.

Chrissie straightened up and turned back facing me. "So what do you think sugar," she asked with a devilish smile. Dirty old man hissed, Why you little cock tease.

"I think you best sit down before I say or do something I shouldn't," I joked back. We all three broke into laughter. Chrissie giving me a look that said, oh I wish you would do something, which unnerved me. Brad also gave me a look but his was saying I know you want that ass, which unnerved me even more.

Again we fell into silence as we watched the game. The game was just about over when I asked, "I'm sure I've got something in the fridge we can snack on, would you guys care for some?"

Chrissie replied, "Sure, if you don't mind I'll rummage around your fridge and make us up a snack platter," as she stood up to go to the kitchen.

"Ok, there is some French onion dip and salsa in there and chips in the cabinet next to the fridge." I informed her.

A few minutes later Chrissie returned with a plate stacked with snacks of cheese and lunch meats, the dip, salsa and chips. Then she asked Brad if he wanted another beer and if I wanted another soda.

Brad replied, "I best not I've got to go to work in a couple hours."

"Rick how about you, another soda?" she asked, and then teased me, "Brad you won't believe it but Rick actually has food in his fridge, not your typical bachelor."

To which I retorted, "Yeah I'm just a frustrated dirty old man." What the fuck are you doing dumb ass, nice guy hollered.

For the next hour and half we watched the end of the first game and the beginning of the afternoon game. When Brad unexpectedly announced he needed to leave for work.

"Brad can I stay and watch the rest of the game?" Chrissie begged.

"Can I trust to leave the two of you here alone?" Brad half joked, "Besides that is not up to me. It's Rick's place and he has final say on whether you can stay or not."

"She can stay if you don't mind, you can trust me," though I wasn't totally sure that was true any longer. Dirty old man quipped, Yeah Brad leave her here with me, I'll take real good care of her.

Brad chuckled, "It's not you I'm worried about," as he gave Chrissie a stern look.

"I'll be good Brad I promise!" Chrissie declared, though the mischievous look in her eyes, implied otherwise.

"Then come here bitch and kiss me goodbye," Brad ordered, grabbing her and planting a passionate kiss on her mouth, while copping a good feel of her ass with both hands. I wanted to look away, but could not tear my eyes away from the firm grip he had on her ass cheeks. When they broke their embrace, Brad reached out his hand to shake my hand mine.

"Thanks buddy I enjoyed it, looking forward to doing this again sometime maybe even next weekend, if you don't mind," he said as he shook my hand firmly.

"Sure you both are welcome any time," I said actually meaning it.

Just as Brad was about to go out the door, he hollered back to me, "Rick if Chrissie doesn't behave, just lay her over your lap and spank her." I could hear a definite chuckle in his voice.

We watched the rest of the afternoon game and Chrissie behaved herself by not taunting me. The only exception was that after returning from using the bathroom, she had moved towards the center of the sofa leaving me little room to sit back down. It made me feel quite uncomfortable, her being so close to me and it didn't help that dirty old man was urging me to jump her and nice guy was trying to restrain me from doing anything foolish.

"Chrissie, I'm feeling tired and think I'll just record the Sunday Night Football game and watch it another night," I lied to her wanting to get her out of my place so I could try to think.

"Ok sugar I'll go soon as this game is over," a look of disappointment on her face.

Once she left instead of turning in I got on my computer to visit the Literotica.com website and read some stories (actually a bad idea). I have been reading stories on Literotica for a few months now. I especially liked stories in the 'Loving Wife' category.

The stories in the 'Loving Wife' category all had one thing in common. Either the wife/girlfriend or the husband/boyfriend would set up situations where the guy would watch (often even videotaping) the woman being fucked by one or more men. The other common theme was that after the woman had been fucked senseless, the couple would then have a night of fucking unequalled to any other. This explains how I came by my new number one sexual fantasy.

Quite honestly the thought of fucking some guy's girlfriend while he watched just wasn't enough of a turn on for me; I had become obsessed with fucking some guy's wife while he watched and he encouraged me to fuck her harder or faster.

My fantasy had another perverted twist. Fucking some guy's wife's pussy in the missionary position wasn't good enough either. I wanted her on all fours doggy style, with my cock pounding her ass, as she taunted her husband with dirty talk like: "Honey do you like watching him fuck your wife's ass?" or "Oh baby he fucks your wife so good, she loves it."

Pretty much having his wife say anything that included the words 'your wife' in it would turn me on.

The ultimate turn on would be to see the husband's face when his wife would say something like "Do you like watching him fuck your wife's virgin ass?" The key word here being 'virgin'.

As I was reading one story I realized I wasn't looking to get turned on. But that I was actually looking for was some inspiration on how to trick Brad into letting me fuck his wife. That would be good enough for starters. If later I could fuck Chrissie while he watched, then I could die a very happy man.

Both dirty old man and nice guy for once agreed, Wouldn't that be wonderful.

I glanced at the clock and it was getting late. So I went to the bedroom and stripped off my cloths and jumped into bed. Immediately dirty old man pounced on me, did you see how sweet her ass looked in those shorts. Come on Rick give our cock some relief, just think of her sweet firm young ass.

I wanted to resist, but my cock and hand had other plans. I closed my eyes and groaned in frustration. My mind joined in on the betrayal.

Chrissie was standing in the doorway smiling as she stood there mesmerized with the sight of me stroking my aching tool. Finally she spoke asking, "Do you need a hand with that, Rick? I didn't speak a word; my eyes must have spoken for me.

She moved towards the bed, sitting down on the edge. She reached out and pushed my hand away, replacing it with her own, stroking me slowly. She sat there without a word just stroking my cock a little more firmly and slowly increased the pace.

"Rick did you enjoy looking at my ass? You want me don't you Rick? You want to fuck me don't you?" she questioned, her eyes showing an eagerness to know the answers.

My heart was pounding and my breath was rapid, I labored to get the words out, "yes I want you Chrissie...I want to fuck you...I want you doggy so I can look at your gorgeous ass as I fuck you." My orgasm was near my balls were aching for relief.

"Then take me Rick, take me now...I want you Rick!" her expression pure lust.

I sprang from the bed, pulled her to her feet long enough for me to tug her shorts down around her ankles. I pushed her to the bed into a doggy position. My only concern my need to have her now, my need for release of the pressure building in my balls. I drove into her wetness roughly and thrust into her like a man possessed. I exploded instantly.

My fantasy ended the moment I felt the warmth of cum spatting my stomach. I sat up head to the bathroom to clean myself.

The next week was pretty much a repeat of last week, with Chrissie waiting for me the moment I got home. Each time she looked hotter than she did the day before. Thursday night she really went over the top with a skimpy bikini top that just barely covered her nipples.

As I stepped out of my car, she spoke "Hey Sugar! I baked lasagna today, can I offer you dinner in exchange for watching the game tonight?" she asked flirtatiously, thrusting her breasts out as if daring me to not look.

"Not dressed like that you can't," I stammered as I rushed past her. Dirty old man was nearly jumping up and down exclaiming, Damn just look at those tits, you can almost see her nipples through that little bit of cloth.

She hollered after me, "Ok Sugar, I'll change and be over in a couple minutes."

"Fine just be sure to cover up," I said clearly agitated.

Ten minutes later I heard her knocking at the door, opening the door she stood there with a lasagna dish in her hands and a button down blouse that had the top three buttons undone, which was a lot less tempting than that bikini top.

"Come in Chrissie. The game has already started, but you haven't missed much," I said as calmly as I could considering how rattled I had been just moments before.

Chrissie came in and headed to the kitchen, where she dished out some lasagna for each of us. Then she came into the living room, handed me a plate, and sat down at the opposite end of the sofa from me.

I just sat there keeping my eyes on the TV while eating my dinner, neither of us speaking. At half time Chrissie finally spoke.

"Rick sorry I upset you earlier dressed like I was, please don't be mad," she pleaded, actually looking as if she regretted the earlier incident.

Nice guy shocked me, The hell you are, you meant to provoke us, you slut.

I keep telling you she wants us to fuck her, dirty old man added.

"I'm not mad Chrissie, let's just pretend it never happened and you promise to never do that again, I don't think my heart can take it," I smiled, unable to repress a slight groan of frustration by the image of just how great her tits looked in that bikini top.

I stood and picked up the plates and turned to go to the kitchen when she replied, a coy little smile on her face, "Ok I promise to never do that again unless you ask."

When I returned, she had slid over closer to where I had been sitting. All I could do was shake my head and wonder what she was going to do next to torment me.

Sitting down I turned my attention to the game and did my best to ignore the fact that she was sitting just a couple inches from me.

There was only about five minutes left in the game when I felt her nudge me with her elbow, to get my attention. Looking into her eyes, I followed her gaze as she looked down to her now gaping open blouse, to see nearly all of her left breast exposed.

I didn't even try to hide the fact I was looking, I was too busy restraining myself from ripping her blouse off and ravaging her breast. Finally I looked at her again, her expression speaking volumes saying I know you looked and I know you want it, so just take it. I tore my eyes from her and back to the TV just in time to see the game had just ended.

I jumped up on wobbly legs and thanked her for dinner before saying, "Time for you to go home, I need to get a shower and get ready for work tomorrow."

"Ok Sugar, do you need someone to wash our back?" She asked with yet another innuendo obviously meant to provoke me.

Totally bewildered I said in desperation, "Chrissie you need to go now!" as I ushered her out the door.

I skipped the shower and went to bed. Laying there for I don't know how long cursing myself for not having the balls to take her and ravage her, as she so clearly wanted me to do.

You can't Rick she is a married woman living right next door, it is too risky and you know it, nice guy chimed in trying to strengthen my resolve to not give into my dirty old man side.

But once again I gave into my dirty old man side and began to stroke my cock, but this time I imaged I was fucking Chrissie's luscious tits. I was so turned on; it only took seconds before I erupted. As I lay there a while before deciding that fucking her tits needed to be on my wish list.

After cleaning myself up I returned to bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning at work I started to relax a bit when I realized Brad would be home today and I wouldn't have to have another encounter with Chrissie when I got home. Then I sighed as I realized I had invited them to come over to watch football again on Sunday.

So that afternoon when my buddy Stuart stopped by my desk and told me a few folks were going out for drinks after work I quickly agreed to be there. It was the perfect excuse for not going home straight after work.

The evening out was just what I needed. There was a lot of great conversation and lots of laughter and best of all no time to be thinking about Chrissie.

I finally left the bar and got home around midnight. But found it odd that Brad's truck was not in his parking space. I hoped this meant Brad and Chrissie had gone out for the evening.

Instead I found a note taped to my door. I pulled it off and read it.

Hi Sugar

I need to ask you a favor, would you please see me when you get home. No matter how late you get in.

Chrissie

Avoiding her is not going to work and I would be a jerk if I just ignored her note, so what choice do I have? So I stepped across the hall and knocked on her door. First I noticed the peep hole go dark and then heard the door being unlocked.

Chrissie opened the door and was standing there in a short silky pink robe that just barely covered her sex, the robe was trimmed with what looked like black feathers, around her waist was a black velvety belt cinched in a loose knot, her red painted toes where peeking out the front of her black fuzzy bedroom slippers, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and across her breasts.

She is naked under that robe, I'll lay $100 on it, dirty old man taunted me.

Easy Rick stay calm, you can handle this, remember she is married, nice guy reminded me attempting to bolster my resolve to not have thoughts of jumping her and fucking her brains out.

"What's the favor?" I asked quite gruffly.

"Brad wants me to cook up some fried chicken for lunch Sunday and I need to get to the store tomorrow," she replied before asking, "Would you have time to run me to the store?"

"Why can't Brad take you?" I asked, again quite gruffly.

"Brad isn't home yet, because his truck broke down and he is stuck outside Salt Lake City waiting for it to get repaired. So he won't be home until sometime tomorrow afternoon and we won't really have time to go to the store. So if you could please do me this favor I'm sure my chicken will make up for everything."

"Fine be ready to go at 10 o'clock," was all I could say. I turned towards my door, so as not to have to look at her any longer; also to hide the bulge in my pants that came on so quickly. I was a bit shocked by the strong effect she had on me.

I heard a soft little giggle before hearing her reply "Sure Sugar, I'll be ready, I'm always ready," Her sexual innuendo stabbing me in the back, nearly killing me.

Once in my apartment I collapsed onto the sofa. I was shaking and my cock was begging for some relief.

I decide to go right to bed. As soon as I turned the lights off, dirty old man taunted me, Come on Rick give it a good jerking off, you know you want to, just think of Chrissie in that hot pink robe. This time I was determined to not listen to him.

The next morning I slept in an extra three hours; not getting up until nine. I got up took a quick shower, and had couple of slices of toast.

At exactly ten I opened my front door and immediately noticed Chrissie's door was open. Just then she popped her head in the doorway.

"I'm ready Sugar, just let me grab my bags and we can go," she said. She was looking very hot again, wearing the shortest denim shorts and a yellow halter top that clung to her breasts, leaving little to the imagination.

I waited there until she reappeared and locked her front door. She then surprised me by hooking her arm around mine and we walked arm in arm out to the car, with her jabbering a mile a minute about what I had no idea.

Once we got in the car she suddenly became silent. I was thankful to not have to listen to that honey sweet accent of hers. We were almost to the store when I looked over at her; she had the biggest grin on her face.

"What are you grinning about" I asked her with a tone of annoyance.

"Oh I was just thinking about the look on your face last night. When, I answered the door in my little pink robe. You were so adorable. You must have turned 20 shades of pink," she said before asking, "Did you like my sexy little robe, Sugar?"

I turned right at the last light before the grocery store. Pulled up onto the sidewalk, slammed the car into park and turned the engine off. I turned in my seat to face her, looking straight into her eyes.

My voice rose two octaves "Chrissie you can't be talking to me like that, it's not right," I scolded her as if she were a child.

"Sorry Daddy," she whimpered.

Daddy?...what the hell is up with that? All my frustration was boiling to the surface. So since I had gotten started I figured I might just as well finish. So I continued to scold her "Chrissie you are a beautiful and sexy young woman."

She interrupted me "So you like looking at me don't you Daddy?" she asked in her sweetest little girl voice.

"Yes! But that is not the point, the point is you are a married woman. It is not nice to torment an old fart like me," my voice rising even higher. "Besides Chrissie what if Brad caught you talking like that to me? He would blow a gasket and beat me up or worse beat up both of us," I scolded her.

"So you don't like looking at me Daddy?" she inquired as she started to pout.