My balls now ache.

Still fingering my wife, our neighbor leans in close to her, swallows and whispers, "Turn around."

She doesn't respond. She is too lost in the pleasure coming from her cunt.

"Turn around ... turn around, sweetie," he insists.

She takes a second to respond, then complies, slowly twisting her body awkwardly to slump back down on her side to end facing Scot. My wife shoulders herself into the bed. "Oh Scot ... I shouldn't ... w-what ... what if Becca ...?"

"Shh ...," was all Scot replies. Then his hand takes her by the back of her head.

"S-Scot ... maybe ..."

"Shh ... just put your mouth on it," he half insists, while pulling her head forward. Scot's eyes roll back in his head ... my wife has taken his cock into her mouth. "F ... f-fuuuck ... ohhh ....," is all he can manage as my wife's head starts moving up and down over his dick while her body rocks.

I can hear my wife's muffled little whimpers and efforts , the noises she makes on the end of 'my' cock.

Scot's eyes move from closed to half open as he looks down on my beautiful wife with her mouth over his dick. Then Scot starts humping his hips a little firmer and he scrunches her hair tightly into a fist as he fucks her mouth. "... Oh! ... Oh!...F-fucking ... your mouth is amazing ... you really kn-know how to suck a cock, you little bitch." "My balls are aching," he whispers.

I see Scot's eyes flicker, then an evil grin comes over his face as the realization dawns on him that he can do what he wants to her.

Then my wife is lowering herself onto her back and he positions himself kneeling beside her.

He licks his lips and takes a second to appreciate his prize: his gorgeous, thirty something neighbor lies before him.

A beautiful face, biggish tits, a flat tummy, rising and dropping slowly as she breaths, long, tanned thighs.