57. Wife's POV

He woke up? Shit. I yanked my mouth off that thick cock with a loud, wet pop that echoed in the dark bathroom, strings of spit stretching from my lips to the fat head before splattering across my tits. My chest was soaked, warm saliva all over my breasts as I wiped my chin and mouth with the back of my hand, trying to steady my breathing.

“What happened?” I called out, forcing my voice into a casual, innocent tone even as my pussy throbbed and dripped down my thighs.

Instantly his voice followed. “Why is the light turned off?”

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So fucking… irritating.

The question irritated me. He wasn't doing anything wrong. He was simply being concerned, just as he always was. But somehow, in that moment, even his concern felt like an intrusion. I didn't want questions. I didn't want him there. I just wanted him to leave me us alone.

I glared at the stiff dick still poking through the hole, then shoved the shaft back between my lips and gave it a few slow, deliberate strokes with my mouth, sucking just enough to keep it hard while I answered.

“Actually… the light isn’t working.”

“Oh… is it?” he quickly asked, guilt thick in his voice. “I’m sorry, I should have changed them.”

His apology made my cunt throb harder, fresh juices leaking out as I thought, Aww, my dear, I should be the one apologizing, for betraying you again and again, and unfortunately for you, I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon.

His concern only made the whole situation feel even more forbidden, more arousing. He was apologizing to me, completely clueless of what was actually happening on the other side of that door.

Honestly, What a fool.

I took a breath, whispering sharp while my tongue licked the underside of that thick cock. “Don’t worry. Just change them later, when you feel better. Now, please… go and rest.”

I kept stroking the slick cock with my fist, with my tongue glued to its underside, desperate to shoo him away so I could get back to sucking properly.

But he wasn’t leaving.

Please, just go away, I hissed silently, growing increasingly irritated. Why are you still standing there? Can't you see I'm trying to get rid of you?

The young neighbor suddenly pulled his dick back out of sight, and my frustration was now reaching its peak.

Why? We weren’t done yet. I pressed my eye to the hole and saw him standing there, that fat cock fully visible and twitching. I stared like some psycho hungry whore, wishing I could smash through the wall and eat him whole.

“Well… I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep anymore. Should I just change it now?”, he asked.

I whipped my head back toward the door, anger flashing across my face. If only he could see me right now... Thank God for the door between us; at least he couldn't witness the look I was giving him.

“No.” I shot out sharply.

“W-What?” he stammered.

“I said, No! Stop hovering around and making things messier!”

Silence.

The moment the words left my mouth, I realized I'd let my irritation get the better of me. Get a grip. He's only worried about you, that's all. I couldn't let my emotions take over now. The longer I kept him there, the more questions he'd have, and the last thing I needed was to give him a reason to come closer. I calmed myself down, knowing I had to end the conversation quickly.

As I waited, something hot and wet poked my cheek. His dick. My whole body lit up. I grabbed it fast, opened wide, and slammed my mouth down on it, sucking hard while I answered my husband.

“I… I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to overexert yourself. Honestly… I’ve been tense enough already with everything that happened. The last thing I want is for you to tire yourself out over something unnecessary.”

“Oh… right. Of course. I am sorry.” He sounded relieved.

But I wasn’t, because he suddenly yanked his cock back again, leaving me reaching with my tongue out, licking the rough wall like a desperate slut.

Fuck, why did he keep doing that?

I pressed my eye to the hole and saw him standing there stroking that fat cock slow and knowing, putting on a show just for me. My pussy almost orgasmed hard at the sight, juices overflowing down my thighs as I watched his hand slide up and down the thick shaft, clearly toying with me, humiliating me, making sure I knew my place as his secret cocksleeve.

Oh, you bastard.

He brought the head close to the hole but stopped short, not pushing in. I knew what he wanted. Like a desperate whore I shoved my tongue through the gap, straining to reach him, tasting nothing but air while my mind screamed for more.

Now? Would he give it now???

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No.

My tongue felt strained and useless, so I pulled back, panting. Then finally he slid that cock deep inside the hole, filling my mouth again.

I moaned around the shaft, cheeks hollowing as I sucked deeper. “Yes. Just… stay still!” I said firmly, the words meant for the throbbing meat in my mouth more than my husband.

“I… I’m sorry,” he whispered from outside. “Good,” I murmured, softer now, praising the cock that finally obeyed and stayed put. “Now just… let me handle things my way and get some rest yourself. Please.”

He replied softly. “O-Okay… I… I won’t bother you then.”

Footsteps faded. I finally exhaled, realizing how tight my chest had been. Alone again with that thick young dick, I shoved it straight to the back of my throat and started sucking like the cheating bitch I was. Somehow, I'd managed to fool him again.

My husband was now gone, footsteps faded, so I grabbed the shaft tight with one hand to make sure he couldn’t pull away again. With my other hand I shoved my panties down and off, then pressed my dripping pussy right up against the thick head. I couldn’t slide it inside at this angle, no matter how bad I wanted it, but I rubbed his cock up and down my wet slit, grinding the fat head over my swollen clit while I fingered my own hole hard and fast.

Soft grunts came from the other side as he pushed forward a little. I closed my eyes, head tilted back, and moaned low. “Goddddd,” I thought, picturing my trusting husband resting just rooms away while I used this dick to get off. My fingers worked faster, rubbing his cock against my clit in wet circles until the first orgasm hit, making my legs shake and my cunt gush all over him.

I didn’t stop. Another wave built quick, my hips rolling as I ground harder, soft moans spilling out while I pictured how pathetic I looked, married pussy spread open for a guy way younger than my husband. The young neighbor grunted again roughly and suddenly hot cum spurted across my cunt and clit, mixing with my own wetness as he painted me. I kept rubbing through it, milking every drop, until I came again, body twitching, completely soaked in our mess.

I collapsed on the bathroom floor, breathing fast, completely spent, my arms and legs stretched out and a happy smile on my face.