Unberable Pleasure

My name is Sachiko and i gotta friend called Misaki, we're both of a best friend since highschool and now we unexpectedly meet at the same apartment as neighbors. We're both married but our husband are always busy with their work and rarely have time for us. We both felt like we're dying in the bed because they can't satisfy our needs. That was until a new neighbor named Joseph moved in. He's a tall, dark and handsome American man, with muscles that rippled under his shirt and eyes that could make any woman melt.

One evening, my husband was on a business trip, and Misaki's husband had a late night at work. We were both feeling particularly neglected and we decided to spice things up. We were sipping on some wine and chatting at the balcony when we saw Joseph moving in across the hall. He was all sweaty and his muscles bulged as he carried in his furniture. We couldn't help but stare, our bodies reacting in ways we hadn't felt in years.

Misaki looked at me with a devilish twinkle in her eye and whispered, "Let's go help him out."

I nodded, feeling a thrill run through me. We had talked about our marital dissatisfactions before, but never had we taken things this far. We put down our glasses and walked over, our heels clicking on the tiles.

"Hi there, need some help?" Misaki called out, her voice husky with desire.

"Hey, ladies," Joseph grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light of the hallway. "I'd love some help."

He had an accent that made us both quiver in our panties. We introduced ourselves and he told us he was from America. We didn't know much about him, but we knew we liked what we saw. We offered to help him move in his heavy stuffs. He accepted with a grateful smile, and we got to work.

As we moved his bed, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have him between the sheets. His strong arms flexed as he lifted the mattress and I found myself staring at his crotch. I could see the outline of his cock, and I swallowed hard. Misaki noticed and gave me a knowing look. She was feeling it too.

After we finished helping him, Joseph invited us in for a drink. His apartment was still bare, but it had a masculine scent that made our senses tingle. We accepted, our hearts racing. We sat down on the couch, and he poured us some whiskey.

"So, what do you two beautiful ladies do for fun around here?" he asked, his eyes raking over our bodies.

Misaki leaned in, her breasts pressing against her blouse. "Well, we don't have much fun anymore," she pouted. "Our husbands are always busy."

"Yeah, it's been a while since we had any excitement," I added, feeling the heat between my legs grow.

"Maybe I can help with that," Joseph said, his voice low and seductive.

He leaned back and took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving ours. We didn't need any further invitation. Misaki and I looked at each other, and we both knew what we wanted. We were tired of feeling like we were just roommates with our husbands. We wanted to feel alive again, and Joseph was just the man to do it.

Misaki took the lead, strutting over to him and sitting on his lap. She began to kiss him, her hands running through his hair as she moaned into his mouth. I watched, my pussy aching with need. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands roaming her body as he deepened the kiss. I couldn't help but join them, standing behind him and pressing my breasts against his back.

I began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his broad chest and washboard abs. His skin was warm and smooth, and I couldn't resist running my hands over his muscles. He turned to me, kissing me as well, his tongue probing my mouth as Misaki moved to kiss his neck.

We were all over him, our hands and mouths everywhere. He didn't protest, instead, he encouraged us, his own hands exploring our bodies as we touched him. He reached down and began to unbuckle his belt, and we both eagerly helped him. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and we both gasped.

Misaki was the first to take him in her mouth, her eyes closed in pleasure as she licked the tip. I watched, my own pussy dripping wet, as she took him deeper. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed him inside me.

"Let me," I whispered, and she pulled away with a grin, licking her lips.

I straddled him, my pussy hovering above his cock. He reached up and cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples as I lowered myself onto him. We both moaned as he filled me up, stretching me in ways my husband never had. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a rhythm that had me seeing stars.

Misaki didn't just sit there and watch. She knelt down beside us, her hand reaching over to stroke my clit. The sensation was too much, and I came hard, my juices soaking Joseph's cock.

He didn't stop, though. He just kept going, switching between us, making sure we both had our fill of his dick. We moaned and screamed his name, our bodies shaking with pleasure.

Finally, we couldn't take it anymore. We both wanted to feel his cum inside us. We begged him to fill us up, to claim us as his own. He didn't hesitate. He pulled out of me and flipped Misaki over, pushing into her from behind as I watched.

"Oh, Joseph," she screamed, her back arching as he pounded into her. "I'm gonna cum again!"

And she did. Her pussy tightened around him as she came, and he followed suit, filling her up with his hot seed. He didn't stop there, though. He pulled out and came all over her ass, marking her as his.

Then it was my turn. He picked me up and laid me down on the floor, his cock still hard. He spread my legs wide and pushed into me, his cum leaking out of Misaki's pussy and mixing with my own juices.

He fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked before, and I loved every second of it. I came again, my pussy clamping down on his cock. He grunted, his own orgasm close.

"Cum inside me," I begged. "Claim me."

With a roar, he did just that, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into me. I felt so complete, so satisfied.

We lay there, panting and exhausted, as he kissed our necks and whispered sweet nothings in our ears. We knew what we had done was wrong, but we didn't care. We had found something we hadn't had in a long time – passion and excitement.

And we knew we'd be coming back for more. We didn't care if our husbands found out. Joseph had promised to protect us, to claim us as his own. And we were more than happy to let him.

Misaki looked up at me with a wicked smile. "We should thank him properly."

We both nodded, and we went to work, our mouths and hands worshipping his cock. We took turns riding him, his cum dripping down our legs as we reached climax after climax.

That night was the beginning of something new for us. We had found a way to satisfy our needs, and we weren't going to let our marriages get in the way. We were Joseph's now, and we'd do anything to keep it that way.

The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. Our secret affair with Joseph grew more intense with each passing day. We'd sneak into his apartment when our husbands were at work, letting him use our bodies in any way he wanted. He'd take us both at once, filling us with his cum, making sure we were both satisfied.

We knew it couldn't last forever, but we didn't care. We were in love with the feeling of being claimed by him, of being wanted by someone who knew exactly how to make us feel alive. And as we lay there, our bodies entwined with his, we knew that no matter what happened, we'd always cherish these moments of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Our marriages had become a facade, a cover for our true desires. And we were okay with that. We had each other, and we had Joseph. And for now, that was all that mattered.

One day, our husbands came home early, and we panicked. We quickly dressed and tried to act normal, but it was clear they knew something was up. They confronted us, their faces filled with anger and betrayal.

We didn't deny it. We didn't need to. We had each other, and we had Joseph. We told them we were leaving them for good. That we had found what we truly needed in each other's arms and in Joseph's bed.

They were shocked, but we didn't care. We packed our bags and moved in with Joseph. We were his harem, his to do with as he pleased. And we loved it.

Our lives became a blur of endless sex and pleasure. We were never left wanting, never felt neglected or ignored. Joseph made sure of it. He claimed us in every way possible, marking us with his cum, making us his property.

And we were proud to be his. We wore our infidelity like a badge of honor, flaunting our new life in the face of our old, stale marriages. We were free, and we reveled in it.

Our nights were filled with moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. We'd have dinner parties where Joseph would fuck us both at the dinner table, our husbands' friends watching with envy.

We'd go out in public and feel his cum leaking out of us, a constant reminder of our love for him. We didn't care who knew. We were his, and we were proud of it.

Misaki and I would often whisper our darkest fantasies to each other, and Joseph would make them come true. We'd have threesomes, foursomes, even orgies with other neighbors who had caught wind of our little secret.

Our sexual appetites were insatiable, and Joseph was more than happy to oblige. He'd take us in every room of the house, in every position imaginable. We'd have sex on the couch, in the kitchen, even in the shower.

Our bodies were his playground, and we were his eager playthings. We'd come home from a day of shopping or work, and he'd be waiting, his cock hard and ready for us.

We'd drop to our knees and worship him, taking turns sucking him off until he was ready to explode. And when he was, oh, the joy we felt as he filled us up, claiming us as his own.

We knew we were living a fantasy, but we didn't care. We were happier than we had ever been. We had each other, we had Joseph, and we had a love that was pure and unbridled.

And when the inevitable happened, and our husbands found out about our affair, we stood by Joseph's side. He had promised to protect us, and we knew he would. We were his, and we weren't going anywhere.

In the end, we didn't need their approval or their pity. We had each other, and we had the love of a man who knew exactly what we needed. And as we watched them walk away, we knew we had made the right choice.

We were two married women who had found true happiness with our new neighbor, Joseph. And we were going to keep it that way, no matter what anyone else thought.

Our nights were filled with passion and love, and our days were filled with excitement and anticipation. We were living the life we had always dreamed of, and we had no regrets.

We were claimed, creampied, and owned by Joseph, the American stud who had brought excitement back into our lives. And we wouldn't have it any other way.