Continued from Neighborly Love Part 10:

During the time Jake was prepping his wife, Lexi, for joining the swingers’ club, he was continuing to see his next-door neighbor, Sara. Although they took great efforts to be careful in the beginning, having their daytime trysts at hotels, they had begun to slip. Now that Jake had “permission” from his wife to sleep with Sara, he was being careless. Thinking no one would notice, he paid visits to Sara at her home.

For the most part, no one noticed Jake walking to the house next door. Most of the neighbors worked during the day, and the few that were at home did not spend their time monitoring the neighborhood from their windows. One person who did notice, however, was Sara’s husband Alan. The sheets changed on an unusually frequent basis. His shower products seemingly depleted faster than normal. Most telling of all, however, was the dramatic improvement in his wife’s mood.

While Alan knew of his wife, Sara, cheating with the neighbor next door from the video on the pet camera, he never worked up the courage to confront her. Perhaps he was feeling guilty. Alan was ten years older than his wife, and time had taken its toll on his body beyond age 50. He could no longer get as hard as he once did, and his performance in the bedroom suffered just as much. These problems may have been easily solved with a visit to his physician, but Alan was simply too busy with work. It had been over a decade since he had been to the doctor.

Alan knew he was letting down his wife in the bedroom and neglecting her. It was, therefore, not a shocking surprise for him to learn of her infidelity. While he was mad at first, he understood why Sara cheated on him. When he watched the video of his wife having sex with Jake, he could see the joy in her face and the pleasure she experienced. Without fail, every time Alan watched the video, he found his cock getting harder than it had in years, and he surprisingly loved seeing his neighbor mercilessly pound his wife.

Every chance he got, Alan found himself masturbating to the video of his wife fucking Jake. On occasion, he would log into the pet camera to see if he could catch his wife and neighbor in action once again. He was out of luck. Sara and Jake learned from their mistake and never had sex on the couch ever again. Sara would have unplugged the pet camera altogether, but thought it would look suspicious.

On his most recent attempt at checking the pet camera, Alan was not surprised when he saw no activity in the living room. Something did catch his attention, however. The camera did have sound, and although there was nothing amiss in the picture on the screen, Alan could hear sounds that he knew well…his wife, Sara, having an orgasm.

“She must be in the bedroom with Jake,” Alan thought to himself as he heard his wife’s lustful moans. His cock quickly grew in his pants, and Alan had to know: was Jake fucking his wife again?

When the day ended, Alan rushed home and went straight to the bedroom. New sheets and pillowcases were found as expected, and Sara’s chipper mood confirmed his suspicions.

Alan walked into the kitchen and spoke to his wife. “So, how was your day?”

Sara smiled at him with a radiant glow and said, “Great, Honey! How was yours?”

As she returned to making dinner, Alan walked behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed Sara on the back of her neck.

Startled, Sara giggled and said, “Alan, what has gotten into you?”

Holding her tight, Alan said, “You. You have gotten into me. You look so beautiful. I forget to tell you sometimes.”

Sara blushed from this rare attention from her husband. Like many long-term marriages, compliments and affection often waned, so Alan’s sudden actions were surprising. Sara turned and draped her arms over her husband. She gave him a small kiss on the lips. “Mmm. Thank you, Baby. Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.”

Sara turned and resumed cooking. Alan suspected Sara had slept with Jake that afternoon, but he could not be entirely sure. He always wanted to give his wife the benefit of the doubt.

Alan looked at his wife and thought, “Maybe Sara was using her vibrator today. You don’t know for sure she was fucking Jake.” The truth was that he didn’t know, and not knowing was gnawing at his core. Deep down, he wanted Jake to fuck his wife. Just thinking about it was making his cock stiffen.

When they lay in bed that night, Alan was still feeling horny and rubbed Sara’s ass.

“Aw, not tonight, honey. Ok? I have a headache. We can do it this weekend, I promise,” Sara said while pushing her husband’s hand away.

Alan smiled and gave his wife a peck on the forehead. “No problem, Hun. I hope you feel better in the morning.” He turned off the light and went to sleep.

Alan awoke, went through his normal morning routine, kissed his wife on the cheek, and headed for work. This was typical in their household. The boring rinse and repeat routine of suburban married life.

Sara was well acquainted with this pattern. Up until a few months ago, when she started to sleep with her next-door neighbor, Jake, this boring life was taking its toll on her. Her only daughter had grown up. Her career, although very stable, had stalled and would likely not progress further. Marriage had become mundane, predictable, and lacked any sense of electricity. Would this life be her fate for the next 25 years? It is easy to understand how Sara morphed into the neighborhood Karen. A bitchy shell of her former self.

Jake brought excitement back into her life. Although she knew her next-door neighbor was married, she felt desired when he was near. Alive. A woman once again. Jake satisfied her emotional needs and the sex…well, the sex was fucking mind-blowing! Just the thought of Jake’s cock made Sara wet.

As per usual, Sara left the house right on schedule for her morning workout session. Alan watched her car exit the neighborhood while he sat in the parking lot of the shopping center at its entrance. Everyone just loved having a grocery store, coffee shop, and café so close to home. Today, it provided Alan with a convenient place to hide while waiting for his wife to leave home.

Alan eased his car to a stop a few blocks from his house, where his wife would never see it. A short stroll later, he was walking through his front door. Alan took care to make sure nothing was disturbed, announcing his presence. He had to know if his wife was still seeing Jake. Was she alone with her toys yesterday, or did she take a lover to her bed? Alan hoped he would find out today.

Alan heard the garage door open and the familiar sound of Sara’s keys landing in the glass bowl in the kitchen. He hunkered down and stayed motionless in the darkness of the bedroom closet. A shadow passed by the slightly opened door and the shower was soon turned on.  Alan waited patiently.

The minutes seemed like hours. Would nothing happen today? Alan grew anxious but tried not to move. “C’mon, Sara, do something!” The minutes continued to slowly tick by.

Sara jumped on the bed and pulled out her phone. Alan’s interest picked up, and he peered from the narrow slit of the closet door opening. Sara was tapping away and smiling. A giggle. More tapping on the phone. Her hand starting to slowly rub her breast. Hips starting to move. A hand slipping beneath the waistband of her pants. Alan smiled. The game was afoot.

It was not long before Alan heard the house alarm signal the opening of the front door. Sara jumped up from her bed like a dog being called to dinner. Alan could hear muffled giggles in the distance, their sounds quickly growing louder with their approach to the bedroom. Human shapes shot past the closet opening and landed on the bed.

The giggles stopped and Alan could hear the telltale sounds of kissing. Bright light shone through the small opening between the closet doors. Alan moved slowly, trying not to make a sound. He could see his wife sitting on Jake’s lap, facing him with lips locked in a deep embrace. Sara’s arms lifted and Jake wasted no time in removing her T-shirt. Supple breasts with painfully erect nipples were soon in Jake’s mouth.

Alan could feel the sensation building between his legs. Curiously, he had no anger or jealousy. In fact, those emotions were far from his mind. Alan was horny. Hornier than he had been in many years.

Jake lay on the pillow behind him as Sara kissed her way down his chest. She unbuttoned his pants, and with a quick lift of his hips, he was naked from the waist down. Alan stared at Jake’s hard cock, knowing he was a good inch and a half longer. He watched his wife lick her lips and kiss the mushroom head. Sara’s head moved slowly at first, but was soon bobbing with a rhythm that was making Jake sing.

Jake ran his hands through Sara’s hair and moaned, “Oh fuck, Baby, just like that.” His head leaned back into the pillow where Alan’s head had lain just a few short hours ago.

Alan slowly reached into his pants and rubbed his hardening cock. With his free hand, he lifted his phone, aimed it towards the bed, and hit the record button.

Sara wiped her lips, and Jake flipped her over. His face was soon between her legs, sending Sara to a place of ecstasy. Her hips bucked into her lover’s mouth as she lustfully said, “Yeah. Yeah. Uh huh. Oh, God!”

Alan was transfixed on the sight before him. He unbuttoned his pants and moved them down as much as he could in the tight confines of the closet.

Jake moved towards Sara’s face and kissed her as he worked his cock into her waiting vagina. When his movement increased, Alan could hear the bed squeak and rhythmically bump into the wall. Alan was leaking precum like a sieve, but was generating too much friction as he rubbed his hand up and down his cock. A generous helping of spit soon remedied the situation.

Jake pulled out of Sara. “Turn around, Baby,” he said between heaving breaths. As Sara obediently changed positions on the bed, the silence of the bedroom was broken by unusual sounds. Both being in the throes of lust, Jake and Sara heard them but paid little attention.

Jake soon had his hands on Sara’s hips as he furiously thrust into her from behind. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh rang loudly from Alan and Sara’s marital bed. Alan felt like his cock was going to burst and picked up the pace of his stroking.

Suddenly, Jake quit pumping. The sound emanating from the closet could easily be heard.

Sara breathlessly asked, “What’s wrong, Baby? Why did you stop?”

Jake looked puzzled and said, “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Sara responded.

Alan quickly halted the movement of his hand and tried not to make a sound. This was difficult as he was breathing heavily from pleasuring himself.

“That,” said Jake as he hopped off the bed and approached the closet.

Alan shielded his eyes when brightness enveloped the closet as its doors swung open. Pants unbuttoned, his hand was wrapped around his hard cock.

Jake looked at the sight before him and exclaimed, “Holy shit!”

Sara sat up in bed and yelled, “Jesus Christ, Alan. What the fuck? What are you doing in there?”

Jake was both shocked and scared upon being caught with his neighbor’s wife. Would this man go crazy and do something drastic? He quickly reached for his pants and said, “Alan. Hey, man. I am sorry about this.”

Alan dropped his phone, stood, and removed his hand from his cock. While Sara and Jake both continued to yell at him, Alan lifted his hands.

Alan raised his voice, “Stop! It’s okay! Both of you, just stop for a second!”

Sara and Jake exchanged puzzled glances and became quiet.

Alan, with his pants halfway down his thighs and glistening rock-hard cock exposed, said, “It’s okay. I am not angry.”

Jake quit moving and stood still as Sara asked her husband, “Alan, what are you doing in there? Have you been here the entire time?”

Alan looked at Jake and Sara, “Yes. I knew you two were up to something. I have known it for quite some time. Yes, I was angry at first, but it is okay. Jake, I am not upset.”

Jake was confused and asked, “But Alan, I am fucking your wife. You are okay with that?”

Alan nodded and said, “Not only am I okay with it, but I also want you both to continue. My only condition is that I get to watch.”

Alan cocked his eyebrow and responded, “You want to watch me fuck Sara? Right here in front of you?”

Sara stood and interjected, “Alan, this is weird. Pull your pants up.”

Alan stood on his ground. “No. If you want to finish fucking Jake today, you will have to do it with me watching. If not, he can leave.”

Alan walked towards his wife and put his hand on her shoulder. “Honey, it is okay. Really. I want you to do this. I know I have not been satisfying you. To be perfectly honest, watching Jake fuck you has me hornier than I have been in a long time.”

Sara smiled and kissed her husband gently on the lips. “Are you sure, Baby?”

Alan smiled back at his wife and reassured her, “Yes, Sara. I want you to cum all over his cock. I know you need it. It’s okay.”

Sara turned towards Jake and ran her hands over his chest. Jake was skeptical of Alan’s motives but followed Sara as she led him back to her bed. The confusion of the moment had killed Jake’s hard-on, so Sara took his cock into her mouth. It was not long before Jake was stiff again, and Alan was stroking his own cock.

The unusual scenario caused Jake to last much shorter than normal when he fucked Sara. She orgasmed, nonetheless. After ejaculating into her quivering pussy, Jake quickly pulled out and kissed Sara on the lips.

“I need to go, Baby,” Jake said to his lover. He looked over to Alan and said, “Alan, I am…”

Alan held up his hand and cut him off. “Jake. It is fine. Really. In fact, I want you to come back and fuck Sara again. Next time, however, I want to watch you both from start to finish. Maybe I will even join you.”

Jake could not believe what he was hearing. He thought to himself, “I cannot believe Alan is cool with me fucking his wife. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.” He smiled at Alan and said, “Okay, man.” After getting dressed, Jake quickly exited the house and retreated next door.

Sara rose from the bed and approached her husband. She put her arms around him and said, “I am sorry, Honey. I should not have done that.”

Alan put his finger to his wife’s lips and told her, “Shh.” He grabbed her tightly into his arms and passionately kissed her on the lips. When he broke away, he said, “You looked so hot fucking him. I am so horny. I need you!”

Sara was surprised at her husband’s reaction. Although she was not entirely horny anymore, having recently orgasmed with Jake, she obliged her husband when he motioned her back to the bed.

Alan removed his clothes and jumped on top of his wife with an intensity he had not shown in many years. He took her breasts into his mouth and sucked. Sara could feel blood rushing back to the swollen lips of her labia and her libido rise.

Alan kissed his way down Sara’s body from her firm stomach down to the skin above her vagina. She still had Jake’s cum in her pussy and was certain her husband’s kisses would stop. Sara was shocked when Alan went further.

With his wife’s pussy just inches from his face, Alan inhaled deeply and took in the scent of sex. From years of marriage, he knew what his wife smelled like. The current smell, however, was different. He used his fingers to spread Sara’s folds and could see thick white cum slowly oozing from her pussy. Alan opened his mouth and leaned forward. The taste on his tongue was foreign, musky, and metallic with a hint of saltiness. Alan swallowed and pushed deeper for more.

Sara could not believe her husband was eating her pussy after Jake had just dumped his load there. She was surprised to find herself being extremely aroused and pushed Alan’s head deeper between her legs. She could feel her lust quickly rise as her husband’s tongue moved wildly inside of her.

Sara pulled her husband’s head and said, “Fuck me, Alan.”

Alan lifted his head and wiped the cum from his lips. Was it from his wife or her lover? Honestly, he did not care. Alan climbed on top of Sara and plunged his hard cock into her sloppy wet pussy. Her muscles were still stretched from Jake’s hard pounding, so Sara felt little as her husband penetrated her.

The sensation on Alan’s cock was strange. He could not feel the familiar velvety walls of his wife’s pussy. It was as if his manhood was swimming in a salty sea. Nonetheless, his lust was higher than it had been in years, and he pumped with great abandon. Luckily, Alan’s pubic bone rubbed Sara’s swollen clit with every thrust. Alan was pumping like a madman, and Sara worried her older husband was going to give himself a heart attack.

After just a few minutes, an eternity to Alan when having sex, he tensed and shot his load into his wife. Her clit being stimulated by Alan’s fucking, Sara was highly aroused but far from having an orgasm. When her husband pulled out from her dripping cunt, Sara reached for her aching clitoris and rubbed like her life depended on it. Alan was catching his breath when he saw his wife’s body lift from the bed and shake. Her fingers had finished the job he could not complete.

Both now satisfied, Alan and Sara lay next to one another and caught their breath. They did not say a word as they basked in the aftermath of their respective orgasms.

Sara rolled towards her husband and cuddled up to him. She had not felt this much love for him in many years. Alan felt his wife’s embrace and simply smiled. He loved her.

To be continued…