Young Wife and the Rough Neighbor Pt. 02

Pt 2- the Wife's Perspective

When Part 1 was published, I was surprised by the number and tone of the negative comments. This is obviously a genre that elicits strong feelings. Everyone is free to have an opinion, of course. This sequel is not an attempt to justify the actions of the characters. It's to provide more content for those who do enjoy stories like this one. Like Part 1, this is pure fiction.

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My name is Sandy. I'm sort, 5'3", and kinda chubby, with a big ass and bigger boobs. I was raised in a very strict household, and as a result, when I finally had the chance to get out, I was pretty wild. Like a lot of teenage girls, I had a thing for the bad boys, but I met my match at age 20 with a bad man. He was a mechanic, in his 30's, a skinny guy with a scraggly beard, always had dirty fingernails. I took my car to the shop where he worked, and he started hitting on me, telling me I should come to his place and get drunk with him. I blew him off, but he interested me, and a couple nights later I went to his house. We got drunk, and he fucked me a bunch of times. I was on the pill, so I didn't get pregnant, but the memory of what he did to me stayed with me, and guys like him still make my pussy wet.

Started taking classes at the community college, and met Bill, my husband. He was unlike any guy I had ever been with, a truly nice guy. He treated me right, with real respect, and I feel in love with him. Sex with Bill was good too, and I decided I was done with assholes, and when he asked me to marry him, I jumped at the chance. We found a little farm house to rent, not far from our jobs, and settled into married life. I had a garden for the first time, and loved spending time working in it. Bill took care of the lawn, and helped me with housekeeping. We had decent incomes, and were saving to buy our own place. It was a pretty good life.

Our only neighbors were a retired couple across the road, and their son who lived down the road a short walk. The older guy was retired from a union job, and had some money, so he and his wife were gone a lot on trips. Their son, Jack, had a live in girlfriend who worked at a place near my job. She was skinny, and nice enough, just kinda quiet. I think they fought a lot, and I'm sure he hit her. Jack was always working on his car and truck, and if I drove by, he'd be under the hood, no shirt, his jeans hanging off his scrawny ass. He had a short black beard and mustache, and had black hair on his chest. He had gray eyes, and wasn't bashful about looking me over. He reminded me some of the mechanic who had worked me over.

Around the house, I liked to wear a bikini, and work on my tan. So I'd be outside, either tanning or working in the garden, and I'd look up to see Jack driving by, or standing in his parents' yard, staring at me. I'd pretend not to see him, and would roll over on my back so he could get a good look at me in my little bikini. I couldn't help it, I wanted to tease him a little. Bill noticed him staring, and told me I should tan in the back yard, behind the house. Being a good wife, I did as he asked, but still gave Jack a show when I worked in the garden. I found myself thinking about Jack, comparing him to the mechanic, and getting little tingles in my pussy. I knew he was a jerk and a dirtbag, but I couldn't get him out of my mind. Guys like him had attracted me in the past, and those old memories were coming back.

Bill and I were in bed one night, sleeping through a hell of a storm, when a pounding on the back door woke us up. Bill went to see who it was, and I heard him let someone in the kitchen. It was Jack, and he was asking Jack if he could give him a jump. I hopped out of bed, and walked into the kitchen, wearing only my panties and a white t-shirt. Soon as he saw me, Jack stared at me hard and licked his lower lip. He was soaking wet, wearing no shirt, ripped up jeans, and worn out sneakers. His wet jeans stuck to him, and I could see the bulge of a big cock. The sight of him stirred me, and my nipples reacted, swelling and poking against the thin fabric. Bill turned around and saw me, and frowned. He told jack he'd get dressed and help him, and walked past me, giving me a dirty look. I ignored him, and stood there, letting Jack have a good look. I asked him if his girl was okay, and he said something about her having stomach pains, needed to go to the ER. Bill came out, and Jack finally stopped staring, and they left.

I went back to bed, my mind full of jumbled thoughts. I knew what I had done was wrong, but I couldn't help it, I wanted the scrounge to see me. Standing there in my underwear, and letting him get a good look had been a turn on, one I hadn't felt in a long time. When Bill returned, he was mad.

"Why did you just stand there and let that asshole stare at you?" he said in an angry voice.

"Oh what's the big deal? It was harmless, and besides my bikini shows a lot more. Are you jealous?" For some reason Bill was stirred up too, because when we got back into bed, he proceeded to lick my clit until I orgasmed, and then gave me a good hard fucking. It was just what I needed, but at one point I wondered what it would be like if it were Jack on top of me, his big cock buried in my hot wet pussy. The thought stuck in my head, and when Bill came, I was imaging it was Jack filling me up with cum. Afterwards, Bill fell asleep, but my mind was still racing. What was wrong with me? Why did a creep like Jack turn me on so much? I finally fell asleep, and had a dream about a skinny man with greasy black hair and an enormous cock chasing me.

In the days that followed, I was outside a lot, and in my little bikini whenever I could. Jack seemed to be at his parents' house a lot, and I continued to tease him. Doing it gave me a sense of controlling him, letting see what he couldn't have. One day, I was in the garden, and Bill was on the other side of the house, when I saw Jack out of the corner of my eye. He was standing in his parents' yard, and openly staring at me. With a sly grin, I turned away, and bent over, the bikini bottom straining against my ass, giving him a good look. I took a peek, and the asshole was rubbing his cock through his pants! What a creep! I turned a little so I was sideways to him, and bent over to pull weeds, letting my boobs hang down and swing back and forth. Yep, he was still playing with himself. I stood up and looked right at him, and he turned away and went into their house. I smiled, thinking I had won that round.

A few days later, on a Saturday afternoon, I was in the back yard, laying on a beach towel in the shade, enjoying the warm day, and into a new book. Bill came out of the house, and told me he had to run into work, would be gone at least an hour. He gave me a kiss, and took off down the road. I had removed my top, and was on my tummy, propped up on my elbow reading. I had read several pages when I heard something, and looked up. It was Jack, standing by the corner of the house, looking at me with a dirty grin on his face. Startled, I screamed, and jumped up on my knees and covered my boobs, but not before he got a good look at them. "Shit, you scared hell out of me, what the fuck are you doing?" I yelled at him.

"Oh hell, I wanted to make you sit up so I could see those big titties." he laughed, and sauntered over to me, and sat down on my towel, resting his arms on his knees. He had two bottles of beer with him.

"If you'll share those beers, I might think about it." I replied in a smartass tone, trying to get control of the situation. He sat there grinning at me, acting real cocky, and held a bottle out to me. I started to reach for it, and saw the cap was still on it. I out my arm back across my chest, and glared at him. "Take the cap off, please." I tried to sound mean, but I couldn't help but smile at his little trick. He twisted off the cap, and held it out again, and I took it, making sure my other arm was still covering my boobs. I took a big gulp, it tasted great on a hot day. I took another, and looked at Jack. He wasn't smiling anymore.

"Well, how about it?" he said in an impatient voice.

"How about what?" I shot back at him.

"How about showing me your boobs?" He wasn't going to give up, I could see. I took another drink, and looked right at him.

"I said I'd think about it, and I'm still thinking." I said in my best smartass tone." Nothing was said for a few minutes. Jack lounged back, resting on his elbows, his legs stretched out in front of him. He sipped his beer, a big smirk on his face. I was still sitting back on my heels, with my boobs sorta covered by my arm. As I worked on my beer, I glanced at the front of his jeans, eyeing the big bulge. It looked big, and as the beer started to hit me, I wondered if I showed him my boobs, if he'd show me his cock. I realized how silly that was, and choked back a laugh.

"Where's your husband?" His question brought me back to reality.

"He had to go in to work, said he'd be a while." I said without thinking, then realized I'd given him an opening.

"Well, while you're deciding if I can see your titties, we have time to get acquainted." He said, a big leer on his face.

"You don't give up, do you?" I said, emptying the bottle.

"I don't think you want me to give up. I saw how you looked at me that night."

I gave him a look. "What night was that?"

"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talking about. The night of that storm, when I needed a jump to get my car going is what I'm talking about. You stood there in a t-shirt and panties, with your nipples hard and sticking out, and let me look you over real good, in front of your husband to boot." Jack said to me, his eyes hard and angry.

Oops, had me there. "Oh, that night." I couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, oh. I think you wanted me to see you. Well, I got a good look, and you do got a nice little body on you. I think you need me to show you what a real man can do for you."

"Think so, huh?"

Yeah, I do, and I think you want it." Jack said. "I see you looking at my crotch, wondering if it's as big as it looks. Go ahead, unzip my pants and take a look. It doesn't hurt to look you know." he said with a big grin.

I looked at him for a minute, thoughts running through my head. He was right, I did want to see it, and much as I hated to admit it, sitting here almost naked in front of the asshole was turning me on. I made a decision, and set down the empty bottle, then straightened up, and let my arms fall to my sides, showing him my boobs. My nipples were hard and swollen from excitement, and I could feel my pussy start to get damp. Once again, I was giving in to my misguided needs. His eyes grew wide at the sight of my tits, and he licked his lips. I leaned forward, unfastened his jeans, and took hold of his cock. I had to tug a bit, and then it came out of his pants. Oh shit, it was so fucking big! It had to be every bit of 9 inches, and very thick too. As I held it, I could feel it swell as the blood pumped into it. "Fuck, it's huge."

"Yeah, and it's going to give you a fucking like you never had before." Jack growled at me. "But first you're going to suck it." I hesitated only a second, and shuffled around to his side. I opened my mouth wide, and took it in. It barely fit, but I started swirling my tongue around the head as I bobbed up and down on it. He smelled and tasted of sweat, but I didn't let that slow me down. Jack reached over, and grabbed my nipple and gave it a twist. It hurt, but I kept on sucking him. That went on for a while, me sucking and licking at the monster in my hand, and Jack pulling on my nipples and squeezing my tits. He actually grabbed my whole boob in one hand, and pulled down on it, squeezing the nipple as it passed through his hand. I knew I was going to have bruises in the morning, but I was past the point of caring. He then slid his hand down to my pussy and stuck in a finger. I flinched at the sudden intrusion, and moaned over his cock.

Damn, you're wet. Get on your back" he ordered. I did as I was told, and lay flat on my back, and lifted my bent legs, spreading them wide, ready for the fucking I was about to get. My heart was racing as I watched him shuck out of his jeans, and kneel between my legs. He gave me a mean grin, and rubbed his cock against my pussy lips, then thrust his hips forward, and drove it in to the base. I wasn't ready, and I almost screamed. It hurt when he hit bottom. He leaned forward, and I put my hands on his chest, holding him up off me. He braced himself on his hands, and started to fuck me at a steady clip, with long strokes. He wasn't hitting bottom now, and the initial pain went away to be replaced by a strong buzz coming from my clit. He was so thick, my pussy lips were stretched around his cock, and every time he pushed it in, it pulled the lips in with it and tugged on my clit. It felt amazing, and I began twist and buck and he fucked me, really getting into it.

I took my hands off his chest, and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him against me. He responded by sliding his hands down under my ass. Now all his weight was on me, and he had me pinned to the ground, giving me a fucking like I never had before. "Oh yeah!" I yelled, "Give me that big fucking cock." He just grunted in my ear, and fucked me even harder. I had one orgasm, arching my back as it hit me, but Jack never backed off, just kept pounding his cock into me, and the sensations started to build all over again. We were both sweating buckets, and I could hear the slaps as he smacked against me on the downstrokes. I wondered how long he would go before he got off.

I was nearing another orgasm, and felt Jack go even faster. I wrapped my arms tight around him, and whispered in his ear, "Cum in me, fill me up." I felt him tense as it hit him.

"Ah yeah." He growled, and shoved his cock into me as deep as he could, pulling my ass up at eh same time. I had my legs on the back of his thighs, and dug my heels in as I felt him unload in me. He jerked five times, then lay on me, his breathing ragged from the effort he'd spent. Finally he rolled off me onto his back, and we lay next to each other, trying to recover. I could feel his cum running out of my pussy down through the crack of my ass. I was still buzzing, but I was starting to feel guilt at what I had just done. Jack stood up and put his pants on, then looked at me, with that shitty smile of his.

"Well, I gotta go, my old lady will wonder where I'm at. I'll come back and we'll do this again. You're a real hot fuck." Then the asshole turned and walked away. I staggered to my feet, and limped into the house, where I took a long hot shower. When I got out, I looked at myself in the mirror, and shook my head at the bruises on my boobs. I was going to have to make up a story to cover that. Looking down at my pussy, the lips were red and felt sore, and I felt a dull ache inside. I was really feeling shitty about what I had done. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had a great guy for a husband, and I had cheated on him with a dirtbag. I knew I was a little fucked up mentally, but I realized my problems were worst than I thought. I also didn't have a clue what to do about it.

Bill came home in a good mood, and told me he had located a different house, much more room, and in the next county. I tried to act enthusiastic, but he could tell something was wrong and started asking questions. I lied, of course, and told him I had fallen, and was covered with bruises. He accepted that, and gave me a hug. But it was weird after that. He kept a real close eye on me, never letting me go anywhere but to my job by myself. At my job, I got bumped to second shift, and Bill changed his hours as well, so we could have time together, he said. I felt smothered, and we started to argue as the day for moving got closer. I also would think about how roughly Jack had handled me, and even though I was disgusted, I'd also get a tingle thinking about it. I was pretty fucked up in the head.

A couple of weeks after Jack had fucked me, we had a big fight, and I went to work mad as hell, and fumed about it through the first part of my shift. It seemed whenever Bill and I would argue, thoughts of Jack doing me would come back, and lately when they did I would get horny as hell. I was trying to concentrate on my job, but I kept seeing his thick cock in my hand, and my pussy was getting hot and wet. I looked at the clock, and made a bad decision on the spot. I made up a story about getting sick, clocked out, and drove home. I made a small detour so I could drive by Jack's house. It was dark, but he was in the drive, under the hood of a car. I stopped in the road, and stared at him through the open window. He turned around to look, and actually looked surprised. I didn't say a word, just motioned with my head, and took off. I ran in the house, tore off my clothes, and stood in the bedroom, waiting. It wasn't long, the door opened, and I heard him come in.

He entered the bedroom, and saw me, naked, my nipples hard and erect. He didn't say a word, just took off his shoe and pants, walked over to me, and took a tit in each hand. Of course, he was rough, squeezing and pulling, and pinching my nipples, but I didn't care, I wanted it rough. My pussy juices ran as he mashed my tits together, then pulled them away from my chest and stretched them out. I just stared at him while he worked me over. Then he dropped my boobs, and grabbed my head with one hand, and felt for my pussy with the other. He pulled my face to his, and stuck his tongue in my mouth, and at the same time shoved a finger up inside me. He tasted like cigarettes and booze, but the hard finger in my pussy and against my clit blocked all that out. I closed my eyes, and focused on what was happening between my legs.

I was already hot and worked up, and his fingering brought me off right away. I shuddered and clamped my thighs down on his hand, and held onto him as the orgasm hit me. He kept right on, rubbing my clit even though it felt like fire. The bastard didn't care. Then he spun me around, and made me bend over, my hands on the bed holding me up. He roughly pushed my legs apart, and smacked me on the ass a couple of times, then shoved a couple of fingers back inside me. I was still on a high, and now he was at it again, stroking inside me, and at the same time his thumb was poking against my asshole. I had a frantic thought he might try to fuck me in the ass, but I couldn't do anything to stop him. It was almost a relief when I felt his cock head against my pussy. He rubbed it against my clit, then up and down between the lips, making me twist my hips back and forth, and pushed back, trying to get it in me. Without any warning, he shoved it in part way, and I rocked back as far as I could, getting more of it inside. He pushed me back forward, and stood there with his hands on my hips. I started rocking back and forth, fucking myself on the big thick pole, my boobs swinging and flopping. It felt great, and I wondered how many times I could get myself off this way.

But Jack wasn't going to let it go easy. I felt his fingers tighten on my hips, followed by his cock spearing into me in one savage thrust. Shit, I saw stars, and almost fell onto my face, but I managed to stay up on my hands as he fucked me hard and fast, smacking against my round ass. "Fuck!" I said, over and over. My tits were flopping in big circles, slapping against each other again and again. I was riding a wave of one orgasm after another, not wanting it to stop. But my pussy was too much for Jack, and I could feel his strokes getting faster and shorter. He leaned over onto my back, his hands came around to grab my tits, and in this position he finished. "Uuuuuumh, fuck." He graoned, and his cock sunk into me to the bottom, shooting streams of his cum into me. Again, it was a big load, and as he pulled out, it ran out of my pussy and down my legs.