Fucking My Neighbor's Trophy Wife (M/F, Adultery) | 2016

For past context, you can look at my first tale.

Only an idiot would claim to know how to seduce any woman, let alone how to bring any woman to orgasm; it's overly simplifying one of the most exquisitely complex pleasures in the world. But there are things you can do to better the odds for yourself. From the moment I first became aware of sexuality, I knew that it was my raison d'être, and I have been singularly dedicated to the pursuit of that particular pleasure, and I will let nothing that I can control stand in my way.

To that end, I invested a great deal of time and money in making myself as attractive as possible, working out with extreme regularity, buying the finest possible clothes, learning how to speak articulately and poetically, and positioning myself physically, intellectually, and monetarily far above the vast majority of other men. In addition, I dedicated myself to the study of sex and sexuality, in all its many forms. Whenever I've been fortunate enough to meet a woman of confidence, I make sure to ask her for detailed instruction. As I said earlier, only a fool would claim to know how to please any woman in the world, but with enough practice and patience I believe that I can bring extreme pleasure to 95% of the women out there.

Do that enough, and you begin to get a reputation. For some women, the reputation alone raises intrigue, and then most of my seductive work has been done ahead of time. One such woman is my neighbor John's second wife, Carol. John and Carol live nearby, but not next door; just close enough that Carol and I would pass each other once every two days on our runs and jog in place as we sweatily exchanged pleasantries and eyed each other's well-sculpted bodies.

Carol is much younger than her husband, only 23 to his 52. John is a very wealthy man, as is everyone in our neighborhood, and he decided a few years ago to upgrade from his first wife, Amy. A foolish decision, since Amy was still gorgeous at 44 and John could've had both if he only knew how. He also didn't know that I (and a few other people) were fucking Amy on the side, or else he wouldn't have gotten quite so fleeced in the divorce. Still, Amy lives the next town over, and she and John maintain contact, which means that Amy talks to Carol, which apparently means that my name got bandied about a few times.

About 6 months ago, I was going for my daily run when I spotted Carol at our usual place. We pulled our earphones out and smiled at each other. She had her dirty blonde hair in a pony tail, framing the very delicate features of her innocent face, beads of sweat rolling down her slender neck to the curves of her C-cup chest, slim stomach and firm ass, all contained in her tight running clothes. I could feel my cock swelling underneath my own tight fitness clothes, and if there's one thing I've learned it's how not to hide my growing arousal without looking like a pervert. If you see her glance, and a slight smile and blush creeps onto her face... and I got just the look I was hoping for from Carol.

Before I knew it, she mentioned to me that she had just seen Amy the other day, and she had only the nicest things to say about me. I know Amy, and I know that she doesn't think I'm nice, just filthy. I smiled and told Carol that Amy and I had a very nice relationship over the years, stretching back to when she and John were still married. Carol smiled and blushed again, and I knew that my point had come across. She invited me over to her place for dinner with her and John some time.

"Let's not spoil the conversation with John. How about we go to your place now?"

I could see her freeze for a moment. Maybe I'd miscalculated? I knew Amy had laid the groundwork, but maybe I'd overestimated just how curious young Carol was? But without saying a word, she glanced into my eyes and turned and started jogging towards her house. I followed, gladly taking in the view of her ripe, bouncing ass as I went.

As soon as we were in, and before she had the opportunity to offer me a drink or whatever nonsense small talk was going to get in the way, I pounced on her. My tongue danced with hers as I ran my fingers over her body, noting where she shivered, where she moaned, what made her seize up. I pushed her against the wall and continued my dance, my hands sliding under her clothes, over her sticky, sweaty skin. I felt her hard, puckered nipples, the goosebumps on her ass as my fingers slid between her crack, her increasingly shallow breathing as my hands approached her shaved pussy.

And then I pulled back. "What did Amy tell you about me?"

Her face was flushed and she gulped. "She told me that you're the best fuck she's ever had, much better than John. But she never told me that she was fucking you when she was married."

"And she never would tell you, because it's our little secret isn't it?" She nodded. "Just like no one will ever know," my hand was back inside her pants, sliding along the outside of her pussy, "just how well," my fingers crept along her labia, her whole face and neck began to blush, "I'm going to fuck you." My fingers rubbed two circles around her clit before plunging inside her pussy, and her whole body practically collapsed against the wall.

Still in the front hallway, we peeled off each other's clothes, and my tongue danced around her sweaty skin as my hands kneaded her flesh, rolling her nipples between my fingers made her practically scream with delight. By the time my tongue found her clit, with my fingers already circling her g-spot, I had built her up to the point where her entire body buckled as she came, and she squirted into my mouth. She freaked out, never having squirted before, and I had to calm her down and tell her it was normal.

We moved to the couch, and she took her time worshiping my body with her hands and mouth. A bit clumsy, being so young, but she made up for it with her eagerness. As she descended to my cock, she treated it with a reverence I've rarely seen, licking at the salty skin and savoring each taste. I enjoyed the spectacle, but I had better activities in mind, and I wove my fingers through her hair and pulled her up my body.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her, then looked directly into her eyes as her body hovered over mine. "Are you on birth control?" She nodded. I grabbed my cock and slid the head back and forth over her soaking wet cunt. She murmured softly and when she finally closed her eyes, I lifted my hips and pushed into her. She was so tight, she practically jumped off me, but I grabbed her ass, and slowly, very slowly, worked my way inside her, wetting my cock a half-inch, pulling back, pushing forward a further half-inch, until her ass was sitting on my thighs and my cock was fully embedded in her deliciously tight pussy.

I could feel her heart beating against my chest, and we kissed as I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I laid her down on the dining table, with me standing between her legs, my cock still fully inside her. I slowly pulled my cock out until only the very tip nestled between her lips, and then even more slowly sunk back into her. She let out the deepest, lowest groan I'd yet heard, and I started to increase my pace, slowly at first, then faster, faster, always trying to maintain a steady rhythm. She slid her ass back and forth on the table, trying to meet me. I grabbed her ass and lifted her slightly, my cock going even deeper inside her at this angle, and she started screaming my name as I fucked her harder, faster. "Rub your clit," I growled, and her hand shot to her pussy, rubbing against the top of my cock and circling her clit. I could feel her legs shaking, her body trembling, and she screamed that she was cumming, then her whole body seized up as I slammed into her one last time and released my load.

As we caught our breath, I leaned over her and kissed her, keeping my cock inside her as we made out for another five minutes or so. As I finally pulled out, we both groaned at the sensation, and huge load of our mutual cum splattered on the floor. "Mind if use your shower?" I smirked.

After wiping up the floor and gathering our clothes, she joined me in the shower and we fucked some more before John was due home. We've been fucking like that for the last 6 months, but now she tells me that she and John are going to try to have a baby. I told her that was fine, as long as I get first crack at her fertile cunt. With any luck, in a year John will be raising my child while I continue to fuck his hot young wife. And I still take his hot, older ex-wife from time to time.

Comments, questions, and criticism welcome as I further hone the idea for my collection of autobiographical stories.