She Just Popped Round For Some Cream

“ So, Janice,” my husband said. “Tell me, do you feel naughty today?”

From my place in the dark hallway, where the door to the lounge had been left ajar, I watched with great delight as his finger slid down the deep crevice where our next door neighbour's dress revealed an ample pair of tits.

It was the perfect way to end the working week. It was Friday, and it had been horrible. The only thing that had kept my spirits up was the knowledge that I had two days off. I'd been feeling that what I really needed was a right old humping from Richard, my husband, but what I was getting was even better, and a complete surprise at that.

If you've read my previous story, you'll know that I'd longed to see my husband be with another woman for a very long time, and that it finally came to pass with my best friend Fiona. Sometimes when you've wanted something and you get it, the desire goes away; but sometimes it just grows ever stronger. Having watched my husband once, I knew immediately I had to see it again.

Fiona didn't know that I'd seen the two of them at it, even though I'd engineered it. Sensing afterwards that her guilt was great, I decided it was best not to tell, and to give up on the idea of her and Richard having another session.

But that put me in a bit of a quandary, because I didn't know how to find someone else who would have sex with Richard while I watched. I thought of everyone I knew; friends, colleagues, neighbours, but no-one was right. I even considered paying someone, but felt that seemed excessively desperate.

Then I had another idea. Richard and I had for a long time enjoyed reading the stories on Lush – that was where I'd got the idea from to watch him in action with another woman, after all. So I set up a profile, making no bones about what I so hotly desired.

I struck up a few friendships, but the women I preferred lived on different continents, except for one, who lived quite close, but who wanted me to be tied up while I watched her and Richard. I didn't fancy that, not least because my fantasies had elaborated to the point where I wanted to dominate proceedings, not be tied up and helpless. In the meantime a few men asked if Richard didn't want to watch me being fucked. I didn't know and I wasn't going to find out, but I was flattered by the attention.

At any rate, by the time this Friday came around, I was so desperate I was seriously considering being tied up after all. But now, this unexpected pleasure had materialised.

“ Very naughty,” Janice was saying now.

“ And what does Janice do when she feels naughty?”

“ When Janice feels naughty,” our next door neighbour said, “there's nothing she won't do.”

This was music to my pussy, which experienced a sudden surge of lubrication. Janice's voice was uncommonly husky, and I was praying that my husband would take full advantage of the woman. For the moment, Janice appeared to be taking the initiative. She slid away from my husband and rose from the couch she'd been seated on, only to slide the straps of her blue dress off her shoulders, letting the garment drop to the floor. Underneath she was wearing white cotton panties and a fairly undistinguished bra of a similar colour. I didn't care, all that mattered to me was that she was indeed shedding clothes.

Remembering last time, I stripped myself. Well, I removed the important things. Taking care not to make a sound I unzipped my skirt and took it off along with my tights and panties. That way I would have easy access to the important part of myself when the action really began; though I was already so turned on by the anticipation I could hardly contain myself.

“ Shall we go upstairs?” Richard said. He'd moved close to Janice, his hand squeezing a nicely toned buttock.

Janice moved to one side. “When did Ellie say she'd be back?” she asked.

“ Not for an hour yet, at least,” Richard lied blithely. He moved closer to Janice again, his hand making another pass at her. “I want you, Janice.” His dialogue wasn't improving, I thought, remembering his session with Fiona. But then his voice changed. “Show me how naughty you can be.”

Janice glanced at Richard and gave a strange little smile. Then she said: “It's been so long since anyone asked me to be naughty.”

This had the ring of truth about it. Janice was our next door neighbour. She was married, but her husband hardly ever appeared to be at home two days put together. Whatever work he did, it was certainly not designed for family life.

“ Well I'm asking you,” Richard said, running his hand over one of Janice's full bra cups.

Janice's lips parted as she tilted her head back slightly. “Unhook me,” she said with a playfully seductive voice.

I'd judged her all wrong, I thought to myself. When I'd been trying to find the perfect candidate for Richard to fuck, I'd passed over Janice very quickly. This was not because she was married or anything. No, Janice had the uncommon ability to always wear dresses that showed off a fair bit of her boobs, yet still make her appear a bit churchy, if you know what I mean. I'd quite simply imagined that she was too virtuous to be a willing participant in any funny stuff.

I'd given more thought to Janice's 18 year old daughter, truth be told. I'd rejected her because I imagined young girls to be frightful gossips, and didn't want to get the rumour mill going. That hadn't stopped me from getting my husband to look out of the upstairs window while the daughter was outside in the garden fiddling with one of her electronic devices. “Tell me what you'd like to happen with her,” I urged him. By now Richard knew what I wanted from him, and as he told me, I got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth until he delivered a scrummy load that I swallowed down before bringing myself off.

The mother I hadn't seriously considered, yet here she was. And she had been the instigator. Or so Richard had told me over the phone as I was sitting outside in the car.

“ She just showed up,” he said, “wondering if we could spare some cream.”

I admit I laughed at this. “You're kidding. Are you sure she really doesn't genuinely mean dairy produce? I mean this is Janice, after all.”

“ Well,” Richard said. “She showed up in a dress that shows a fair bit of boob, and her nipples were standing on end.”

“ Of course they were,” I said. “It's the middle of winter.”

“ They're still standing on end,” my husband said.

I thought about this. “Well,” I said. “You'd better see if she's amenable to your charms. If she's had this in mind all along you shouldn't have to work too hard at it. I'll sneak in the back. Tell her I won't be home for another hour at least. Keep her in the lounge if you can, or at least the spare bedroom.”

The bedroom was clearly not going to be an option. Janice turned, affording me a view of hardened dark against her fleshy white breasts. “I've shown you mine, now you show me yours,” she said. Her fingers deftly worked the buttons of my husband's shirt, undoing them swiftly. The shirt was dumped unceremoniously on the floor as she pushed her breasts up against my husband's torso. Her hand cupped the huge bulge in his trousers. “It's been far too long since I had one of these,” she said softly.

How could I have overlooked her? With her husband away all the time it stood to reason she'd be hot and horny. Well, there were no guarantees, of course, but the way things were working out, it seemed obvious now. I should have invited her over long ago and got Richard to try his luck.

I watched, excitement mounting, as Richard slid his hands round behind Janice. The angle prevented me from seeing his hands squeezing her ripe buttocks, but that was what he was doing. Janice pushed herself harder against Richard, her fingers massaging the bulge in his trousers.

Please, Richard, I urged silently, be a man.

We'd talked about this at length. With Fiona, Richard had gone comparatively easy, but I wanted him to do more than that. There was one of my Lush contacts that Richard had admitted to finding very attractive indeed. She lived on another continent, unfortunately, but in bed I urged him to imagine I was her. I'd admitted to him how I fantasised about him making her submit: “Make her your little fuck toy,” I breathed. “I want you to use your hard cock to force her into submission.”

Richard responded by spanking me and calling me all manner of names. My holes, all three of them, were practically turned inside out by his rampaging cock. That was a night to remember; if only he remembered that kind of ardour now.

I'd hardly been aware myself of how my hand had slipped down between my thighs, stroking lightly. My husband and the naughty neighbour were kissing now, their hands as were. I was desperate for them to get a move on.

As if he sensed this, Richard said: “Very naughty, you say?”

Janice grinned and leaned back. “Well, I know what every man loves,” she said.

My pussy turned cartwheels as she lowered her body. I understood instantly that I was going to get to see what I so hotly desired. I saw Richard turn slightly, forcing Janice to follow, making sure that the angle was perfectly tailored to my viewing position.

“ So long...”, Janice murmured wistfully as she unbuckled my husband.

I slid a finger in between my pussy lips in anticipation. I didn't have to wait. Janice had Richard's trousers and underpants round his ankles in no time. His big, hard cock sprang forth, evidently eager for her attention.

I couldn't wait. I knew from experience that I could cum and cum again and again watching Richard like this. My pussy had sprung a leak the moment I got the text message in the car, the one that warned me not to come straight into the house, but to phone first. I'd been sure, I realised, even then, of what was to come. Perhaps not with Janice, but still. I slid two fingers inside myself, hearing the juices squish and almost fearing that they could be heard several yards away.

Janice didn't notice, but then she was wrapped up in what she was doing; her fingers gripping the top of Richard's cock, while her tongue slithered wantonly all over the underside of his shaft.

“ Mmmmm,” Richard purred as I felt my pussy give a quick lurch from the sight of the neighbour servicing my dear husband. As I've said, Janice always appeared a bit churchy, and the sight of her wrapping her tongue round a stiff cock – my husband's stiff cock – seemed deliciously depraved. Oh how I hoped that my husband would make things as depraved as I wanted them! He knew what I wanted to see, the only question was if he would actually do it.

Janice tilted her head back and looked up at my husband with dancing eyes as her hand slid down his rod. Her other hand cupped his balls as the head of Richard's cock disappeared between her lips, I pushed my fingers as far up myself as I could. The sight of Janice sucking on my husband's delicious cock was enough on its own to make me cum. With Fiona there'd been no cocksucking, though I'd really hoped there would be. I was so juicy now, there was stickiness running over my fingers, oozing out of me.

Looking at Janice, I'd say she was well into things too. She wasn't sucking that deep, but she was sucking with intense need. Richard was just standing there, watching, occasionally glancing in my direction without being able to see me. “For goodness sake, Richard,” I mouthed silently. “Just do it!”

Finally, as if he'd heard me, my husband grabbed hold of Janice's head and pushed her down. Her hand came away from his shaft as her mouth was forced further down the big cock. She gave a cough, moving her head, and Richard relented, releasing her.

My heart was thudding. This was make or break. Had that been a step too far? Would she rush from the house?

She looked up at Richard, gasping a little. “Oh Richard!” she exclaimed.

There was no mistaking her tone, and Richard didn't. His hands shifted, but left Janice in no doubt what he wanted when he pushed her back towards his cock, and her open mouth left me in no doubt that she wanted this.

Richard was clearly getting into his stride. He forced Janice down over him with indecent force; she gave a little noise which sounded to me like a gag reflex, but this time she wasn't pulling back, letting Richard slide pretty much the full length of his thick rod into her mouth before he pulled back and let her catch her breath. Then he said: “Get back down there, Janice!”

Again, the neighbour's mouth was open and willing when my husband pulled her head towards it. “Go on, Janice,” Richard instructed. “Show me you can take the whole thing.”

His cock did disappear completely too, if only for a brief moment before Janice gasped and spluttered, a long string of saliva swaying from her bottom lip.

I was contracting. I was already wetter than wet, having for so long wanted to see my husband with his cock deep in another woman's mouth. I can't explain why, only that I'd longed to see him force his stiff rod into another mouth.

There was the added bonus, which made this all the more perverse, that we'd both discussed the possibility of it happening with Janice's daughter. “Go on,” Richard panted, pulling Janice's head once again into the required position. “Show me how dirty you can be!” This was what he'd claimed he'd like to say to Daisy as we watched the girl from upstairs, me on my knees with his cock in my mouth.

That on its own was enough to make me explode. The climax ripped through me as Richard's cock once again buried itself deep in Janice's mouth. I covered my own mouth, almost toppling over as a torrent of liquid flooded out of me. I wasn't quite able to stifle my sounds, but thankfully Richard was saying: “Take it! Take it!” as if he was suddenly a raving porn stud. Besides, with Janice having other things to concentrate on, she didn't give any sign of noticing.

“ Oh Richard!” Janice gasped again, her mouth newly liberated. “You're so forceful!”

If I had not been momentarily winded by my orgasm I might have sniggered to myself at the way Janice sounded like a bimboesque porn star herself. Still, I wasn't going to complain. The more I'd fantasised about my husband with other women, the more I'd uncovered a faintly sadistic streak in my nature. I wasn't quite sure about how to go about finding someone who would let herself be dominated the way I envisaged, nor for that matter about Richard's ultimate ability to go through with it, though he could be rough enough with me.

I'd discussed it with him in bed, of course. Though discussed might not be the word. I'd got him to look at the woman on Lush he fancied the most and said: “I'd want you to just grab hold of her and fuck her face, darling.”

My husband just looked at me.

“ I want you to make her suck your cock. Force it into her. Make her take every inch of your cock in her mouth.”

“ Are you sure she'd want that?” Richard asked.

I was, but I said: “I don't care. I want to see you with her, treating her like a slut, using her any way you like. Spanking her, pulling her hair, calling her names. Making her do stuff. You know, like you do with me, only rougher.”

Of course, Richard knew me well enough to just go ahead, but clearly he wasn't capable of just taking what he wanted with other women, for now he asked: “Do you like that, Janice?”

Don't ask! I wanted to scream, but I bit my tongue. For two pins I'd have raced from my hiding place, grabbed hold of Janice myself and told Richard to shove his cock back down her fucking throat, but that was unthinkable.

Still, I was in luck, for Janice wasn't about to let a bit of rough stuff turn her away. “It's been so long, Richard,” she said. “Please, I'll do anything you want me to. Just say the word.”

This was music to my ears and pussy. Surely now Richard would get the message?

My husband did step out of the pool of trousers and underpants, but only to go and sit down on the couch. He sat there, staring at Janice, holding his rigid fuck pole with one hand. His thinking wasn't difficult to grasp, even before he said: “Come and get it if you want it.”

I admit I was a little bit disappointed. I would much rather have seen him throw Janice down on the couch and rip her panties off before mounting her furiously. Still, all this was much more than I'd expected this morning (which was nothing), and Janice pulled her own panties off with considerable haste. The gleam in her eye spoke volumes too.

In no time she was straddling my husband. Reaching behind her, she took hold of Richard's cock, guiding it to the spot, and then suddenly my husband's entire organ had disappeared from view as Janice moaned loudly, head upturned.

My husband's hands found their way to her buttocks and squeezed them hard before lifting her up only to push her all the way back down his long, sticky cock. Janice moaned again, shoving her tits up against Richard's face. His lips closed round a nipple while he continued to lift her and shove her back down over his big cock, his nails digging into her flesh. It wasn't quite how I'd imagined it, but the sight of my husband's big cock slicing into Janice's cunt, his fingers gripping her firm buttocks, set my own cunt vibrating again all of its own accord.

“ Oh!” Janice was panting. “Thank you, Richard! Thank you! It's been so long! It's wonderful!”

Richard was indeed becoming a bit more forceful, slamming Janice down on his cock; skewering her even. That was enough for me to place my hand back on my pussy and start rubbing. Then the pace slackened a bit as Richard began moving one of his hands closer to Janice's pussy. I felt my own arousal increase, suspecting where this was going. It was easy to see that the spot where my husband and Janice were conjoined was awash with juices. Richard reached there with a finger, sliding it round the area where his cock was still pushing up into Janice.

When his hand began to move back up, my suspicions were confirmed. I toyed with my clit, remembering how he liked to do this to me, and how much I loved it. Now it remained to be seen if Janice felt the same way.

Richard pulled a buttock to one side, just enough to enable me to see. “Oh Richard, you naughty boy!” Janice exclaimed as my husband's newly lubricated finger moved over her tight anus. She didn't sound disapproving, and I watched, flicking a finger over my clit as Richard's finger slowly slid up our next door neighbour's back passage.

Now Janice became more active, grinding her pussy down over Richard's cock. This made it easier for him to concentrate on fingering her arse. As he wiggled his finger in her tight hole, I saw him glancing in my direction, even though he couldn't see me. Then he pushed his mouth up against one of Janice's heavy, dangling tits and gave a quick bite. The neighbour gave a shriek as I felt my pussy surge.

“ Oh Richard!” Janice gasped again, grinding harder. I intimated more than saw clearly that she was sliding one hand down towards her own sex. I rubbed my pussy harder. Janice was moaning loudly now, ooohs and aaahs gushing from her throat. In no time at all she seemed positively frantic.

This was getting unbearable for me. As delightful as it was watching, feeling my pussy prepare for a second climax, I was beginning to feel I wanted to be part of the action. The trouble was, I wasn't quite sure how Janice would react if I suddenly made my presence known.

Mind you, right now she might not register anything. Her body was heaving and I could see she would go over the edge at any minute. “Oh Richard!” she cried. “Oh, that's unbelievable!” I could see Richard's finger working vociferously in her arsehole. His cock was stretching Janice's cunt, as she rubbed herself more intensely.

“ Aaaaaahhhhh!” she exclaimed. “Aaaaaaaahhhhh!” Then came the spasm attack. She was very loud. It was just as well her husband wasn't at home next door, or he might have heard her.

I could easily have cum myself, watching Janice cum with Richard's finger up her arse, but I held back, hoping that Richard would treat her with the disrespect she deserved. I may enjoy watching, but that didn't make Janice any less of a conniving slut, coming in here and asking if my husband had any cream to spare.

Her body slowly stopped moving, and she just sat there resting on my husband's still erect cock, panting hard. I noticed to my joy that his finger was stuck firmly up her backside. Fuck her arse! I willed silently. Fuck her arse and cum all over her churchy fucking face.

I was on the verge of stepping forth and saying it out loud. But then Richard used his non-arse probing finger to grab one of Janice's tits and suck hard on the nipple. She shuddered, but Richard just gave a hard squeeze, lashing at her swollen teat with his tongue, making her body jerk. Perhaps my husband was about to get rough with her of his own accord.

With that thought in mind I went at myself a bit more eagerly, pushing two fingers up my sopping twat while rubbing my clit a bit harder. Finally Richard's finger came out of Janice's arse and he gave one of her buttocks a resounding slap.

My pussy tightened at the sight. This was it, this was the kind of thing I wanted to see! The rougher Richard got with this woman, the happier I would be. I realised something else, too, that the only thing that would make me happier was to be in there too, making things happen. After all, who was Janice to come over here, seducing my husband? The fact that I enjoyed it was neither here nor there. If I was there, I could make things really go the way I wanted.

But that would have to be something to think about for another time. I couldn't be sure Janice just wouldn't flee if I revealed myself now. In any case, Richard was doing a pretty good job of slapping her backside a few more times. In spite of her recent climax, I fancied Janice's squeals were expressions of delight and expectation.

I rubbed my clit a little slower, waiting for the action to resume proper. Now that I was more aware of what I wanted, perhaps it would be easier to find someone for next time. One of my Lush friends who lived on a different continent would probably have been up for it, I thought. I remembered what she'd written: I do have a submissive streak. It would be heaven to be made to service your husband. The thought gave my libido a new boost.

In front of me, Janice was cooing: “Ooh Richard! You can treat like me a naughty girl whenever you like. Every naughty girl deserves a good spanking!”

Now we were getting somewhere. Even better, Richard was saying: “That shouldn't be too difficult to arrange.” Janice responded with a delighted giggle.

Later, with Richard on top of me, I would say: “You must arrange for Janice to come back for a real spanking, darling! As soon as possible!”

Richard responded by driving his cock into me even harder. “You'd like that, would you, my depraved slut?”

“ Yes, yes!” I cried feeling my pussy clench violently. “I want to see you give her a good hard spanking and then fuck the shit out of the hypocritical bitch!”

Because for the moment I was denied that. Not that I was too put out. I watched as Janice winked at my husband and said: “Now, how about that cream?” She was sliding down off him, finally, coming to rest on her knees in front of him.

I rubbed myself a little harder, hoping to see a bit more deep throat action, for my husband's cum to shoot out over her face. Richard was staring in my direction, rather than at Janice, knowing how much I'd desired to see him have his cock sucked by another woman. She was holding his cock, but her tongue and lips were all over his balls.

I rubbed myself more vigorously. In my mind's eye I could see myself there, holding Richard's cock, my hand on the back of Janice's head. “Suck on it!” I would tell her. “Suck on my husband's cock, you adulterous fucking slut!” I wanted to force her down over Richard's cock and call her names as his cock ravaged her mouth.

My excitement increased when Richard did some of my work for me. He grabbed hold of Janice's hair and gave a little tug. “Go down,” he urged, “all the way down.”

Janice glanced up at him, her eyes both amused, but also slightly watery. Her lips parted, and Richard didn't wait, pushing her down on his cock, forcing her lips all the way down. Janice gave a little splutter, and Richard let her come off his cock as I watched her drool.

I shoved two fingers back up myself. This was what I wanted to see! Janice would have to do better than this, though. I considered taking my husband's cock halfway down my throat to be an essential womanly skill; if Janice wanted to come back, she'd better learn the same.

Richard decided to change his tack. Holding Janice's hair in a firm grip, he got up. “Open your mouth!” he told her. Janice did as she was told, and Richard proceeded to thrust his cock in there, the way I like it done to me. “Right, let's see if we can't give you that cream you came for,” he grunted, in the most clichéd way possible, moving his cock in Janice's mouth. He'd managed to position her so that I could see perfectly how he held her in a hard grip, working his cock. I could see from the look in Janice's eyes that she wanted it too.

Knowing that the end was nigh, I made sure to focus on myself too. I worked my fingers in my juicy twat, rubbing my clit at the same time. The promise of more meetings had me on boil. But in the meantime I would make sure my hubby understood that I wanted him to go rougher on Janice, treat her like a proper little slut. More than anything I wanted to see him stretch her tight little churchy arsehole with his big cock.

The mere thought of that made my whole body tingle. Every part of me that could puff up felt big and swollen. The only thing I could think of was cumming, but I managed to fend off the inevitable for the moment, waiting for my husband's climax. Even then I knew I wouldn't be satisfied when it was over. Richard had better have some left over for me!

For the moment, though, he'd got into his stride. I could tell from the way he was grunting that he didn't have far to go. With Janice offering no resistance he was putting all he had into fucking her mouth; the way he'd fucked my mouth while he looked out of the window at Janice's daughter! Janice was now no more than the passive receptacle of his desire. The only thing that would be better would be to be there, holding her head, urging Richard on. I contended myself with working myself harder and harder.

Then I saw that Janice was up to the same thing. I'd concentrated so hard on her mouth and Richard's cock that I hadn't noticed that she was fingering herself again. What a slut!

But now Richard decided he really was ready to deliver some produce. His thick cock head emerged from Janice's mouth, and he pumped his rod with one hand while still forcing Janice to hold her head up close. Not that she was giving any impression of wanting her face to be anywhere else.

I rubbed myself harder. Go on, Richard, I urged silently, cum all over her face! I could feel the juices running out of me, my clit big and swollen against my fingers. All I needed was the sight of my husband's cum shooting out over the neighbour's face and I'd be gone. My pussy was making noises again, but I didn't think Janice was too concerned with strange noises right now. She was stroking her own clit, staring hard at Richard's cock.

Even then his ejaculation took her by surprise. Suddenly, without any overt warning on my husband's part, he was blasting cum over Janice's face. It was an absolute explosion, splattering her visage as she gave a series of loud shrieks, blinking, but still getting some in one eye.

My own climax caught me by surprise too. The sight of my husband's sperm all over Janice's normally so virtuous face was just too much for me. Suddenly I was moaning out loud, unable any longer to control the depraved depths of my desire.

That Janice couldn't fail to hear. “What's that?” she said sharply, her body tensing, her hand moving away from her sex. “I heard something. What was it?” The scene was priceless; Janice with one eye open, the other shut, sperm running every which way across her face, dripping onto her tits.

“ Oh,” Richard said as cool as a cucumber. “I hope Ellie hasn't made it home early.”

That, apparently was all it took to send Janice rushing for home, gathering up her dress and underwear on the way. I couldn't help but envisage her daughter catching sight of her making a mad dash for the bathroom to clean away my husband's sperm.

As for Richard, I couldn't stop myself from sucking him hard there and then, getting every one of my holes fucked hard – which was just what I needed. Whether Janice returns again, we'll just have to wait and see.