Bad Neighbors Pt. 07

Suddenly she heard a noise inside the house and she jumped from his lap.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she quickly pulled on her clothes, frantically trying to put herself back together.  She glanced at Dean, who stood up slowly with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Shit," she whispered urgently. "You've got to go!"

Dean grabbed Abbie and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before casually crossing the yard toward the gate to his home.

Abbie took a deep breath and re-entered the house feeling flushed and shaking.

"Abbie?" she heard her husband yell from upstairs.

"Down here," she responded as she scanned the room for anything that may give her away.  She saw Dean's glass and quickly put it in the sink.  She heard Andy descending the staircase just as she noticed her bra on the floor by the sofa.  She hurried across the floor but before she could pick it up, her husband came into the room. 

"Hey baby," he greeted her with a wide smile.  Abbie could immediately tell he was drunk.  She put her foot on her bra without looking down and tried to slide it under the sofa.

"How was your night?" she asked, trying to compose herself.  She could still feel her cheeks burning.

"Was good," he said as he crossed the floor and pulled her into his arms.  She looked up at him with a nervous smile. 

"Wow, you're glowing," Andy said looking at his beautiful wife.  "Did you miss me?"  he asked, leaning in and kissing her clumsily. 

Abbie tried to keep her cool as she kissed him back, hoping he didn't notice the taste still in her mouth. 

Andy fell onto the sofa, pulling Abbie down beside him.  She stumbled forward, falling onto the sofa beside him, her breasts jiggling freely under her shirt as she landed.

"Mmmm, you smell good," Andy whispered as he leaned in and kissed her neck. "I've been -- I've been thinking about getting back home and fucking you all night." Andy stammered as he continued to plant wet, open-mouthed kisses along her neck.

Abbie's body tensed as she tried to think of all the ways he may discover what she'd been up to while he was out.  She glanced around the room again, looking for any sign of Dean she may have missed.  She was relieved to see no hint of his visit.

Andy slid to the floor, positioning himself on his knees in front of his wife and began to tug at Abbie's jeans. 

"Take them off," he ordered, his words slurring slightly.  Abbie hesitated trying to think of a way out of the situation.

"I'm kind of tired, hun," she said, feeling guilty for not satisfying her husband's needs after she'd just been so thoroughly satisfied by their neighbor.  She saw the disappointment in Andy's face.

"But I really want you," he said, pleading. 

He tugged on her jeans again and this time they started to slide past her hips.  Abbie hesitated again, unsure what to do.  Finally she lifted her hips slowly and a smile crossed Andy's face as he pulled her jeans to her ankles and discarded them to the side.

He leaned in and kissed her mound over her underwear, feeling the heat of her pussy radiating against his lips.

"Fuck, you smell so good," he mumbled, his fingers hooking into the sides of her underwear and tugging them down.

Abbie didn't protest, but instead leaned back against the sofa and spread her legs wide, giving Andy full access to her pussy. He moaned softly as he saw her bare mound and glistening lips, beckoning him.

"Christ, you are wet!" he said before leaning in and pressing his mouth to her pussy. His tongue began to clumsily lap at her wet and swollen folds.

Abbie couldn't help but moan as his tongue explored her, teasing her clit and making her shiver with pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her as she writhed on the sofa.

Andy seemed to hesitate as he leaned back to look at her cum smeared mound.

Abbie could feel his hot breath against her sensitive skin as he stared at her pussy. She looked down and saw the sticky mess across her red puffy lips and through the tuft of fine blonde public hair above her pussy.  She saw smears of it along her inner thighs where Dean's first load had trickled down her leg.

Abbie froze. Her heart was in her throat, unsure what to say or do. Andy was very drunk, but it had to be obvious it couldn't all be her juices. 

She held her breath, watching her husband closely as he continued to assess his wife's pussy. She heard him inhale deeply and his brow furrowed. She tried to remain calm but she feared her deception had been discovered.

Abbie made up her mind and decided to double down.  Fuck it, she thought, and pressed her fingers against her lower abdomen just above her clit and pulled up to expose her red swollen, cum-slicked lips. She pushed her fingers against it, spreading her pussy open wider, and let out a low moan as she did so, hoping to sell the lie.

"Ive been thinking about your tongue all night, baby," she said, trying to sound seductive. "I'm so wet for you." Abbie moaned, spreading her legs wider.

She could still feel Dean's warmth inside her, his load leaving a sticky, slippery mess. As Andy stared up at her, Abbie saw a dollop of thick white cum begin to seep out of her pussy. 

Before her husband could notice, Abbie grabbed him by his hair with both hands and shoved his face hard into her sopping pussy.  She began to grind her hips against his mouth, moaning loudly as he cautiously returned to lapping at her cum soaked mound. The more eagerly Andy licked and sucked her pussy the louder Abbie's moans came in response.

She continued to grind on Andy's face, holding him in place as he ate her out. She could hear the smacking and slurping sounds as her husband feasted on her. Her legs trembled with pleasure, and she could feel herself getting close to yet another orgasm.

She moaned loudly, bucking her hips against his mouth as she reached her peak.

"Oh fuck, yesssssss baby, lick it! Lick it all up! I'm cumming, I'm cumming sooooo hard!" Abbie cried out. Her body shook as Andy's tongue continued to spear in and out of her. His nose pressed against her clit, the sensation causing her to shudder with pleasure.

As her orgasm subsided, Abbie looked down at her husband. His face was drenched with the creamy mixture that oozed from her pussy. She couldn't believe what she had just done, what he had just done.

Andy got up and fell onto the sofa, letting his head fall back as he tried to catch his breath. Abbie climbed up and straddled him, reaching down and fishing his cock from the front of his pants. She wanted desperately to make it up to him, as if fucking him could forgive what she'd just put him through.

It was already half hard and she stroked it gently, watching as it grew slightly under her touch. She sensed in Andy's drunken state, his cock was probably as hard as it was going to get. She worked the head between her folds and tried to wriggle him inside of her.

Andy groaned as he felt her warmth envelop him, and her pussy muscles clenched around him as she slid down his shaft.

"That's it, baby," Abbie whispered, grinding her hips against him. "You feel so good inside me."

She could immediately feel the difference in her husband's size versus Dean's girth and felt guilty for her disappointment. 

Andy pulled his wife down to him and kissed her. It was clumsy and sloppy but Abbie reciprocated. The taste of Dean's cum was strong on his lips and she swirled her tongue around Andy's mouth, savoring the taste. 

Andy seemed to not notice and continued to kiss her as he struggled to keep his hard-on.

"Mmmmm, ride it, baby," Andy groaned, gripping her hips tightly.

Abbie could sense her husband was close to passing out. She could barely feel him inside of her now, but she wanted to finish him. She felt like it was the least she could do after her betrayal.

She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the side. Her tits bounced free in front of Andy's face and she looked down to see smears of Dean's cum caked across her nipples and over her breasts. Without hesitation, she grabbed Andy's head and pulled his face against her.

Andy opened his mouth and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as Abbie rocked her hips back and forth. She let out a loud moan before pulling him from her breast and feeding him her other encrusted nipple. He attacked it with the same hunger, sucking and biting just a bit to hard. Abbie gritted her teeth from the pain but said nothing, feeling as if she deserved it as penance what she'd done.

"God, you feel amazing, Andy," Abbie said, hoping he wouldn't notice her lack of enthusiasm.

She leaned back and placed her hands on Andy's knees, bracing herself as she rode him harder and faster. She really wanted to cum again but she realized that was unlikely to happen.

Andy's limp dick was doing nothing for her and even with all her attempts, he was hardly conscious. She slowed down her movements before stopping completely. Andy's cock fell out of her with a soft plop.

"You alright, honey?" she asked, as she climbed off him and sat on the sofa next to him.

Andy mumbled something, but his words were slurred, and she couldn't understand him. She watched as his head fell back, and his eyes closed. In a matter of seconds, he was snoring loudly.

Abbie looked down at her husband, feeling a rush of guilt wash over her once again. She hated herself for cheating on him. For giving herself so completely to satisfy Dean yet barely making an effort to provide the same to her loving husband.

She glanced over at the clock, noting that it was already 2 AM. Katie should be home soon.  She got off Andy's lap and helped ease his head down onto the pillow.  She grabbed a blanket and made sure to cover him well, before turning off the lights and heading upstairs.

She fell into her bed, too exhausted to shower, in spite of the remaining sticky mess that sullied her body. She felt deeply ashamed that she'd allowed Andy to clean most of it from her. How disrespectful it was for her to humiliate him, even if he didn't realize it. Somehow that actually made it worse, she thought.

She laid there for almost an hour, trying to shake off the feeling of disgust and self-loathing that was building up inside of her, before she finally let sleep overtake her. Tonight was the last time, she promised herself. She wouldn't allow herself to give in to Dean again. She had been selfish and cruel and Andy deserved better. Tomorrow, everything would be different.