When I returned to my marital home, I stepped through the door and slumped against it, allowing it to take the full weight of my body. I sighed deeply. What the hell had I done?! - In fact, I don't think it was the 'what' that was the concerning part. The real focus of my concern was how easily I succumbed to Neil's charm and dominance. All throughout mine and Jane's relationship, I've never looked at another man or woman, but replaying the night's events in my head and reimagining the way he spoke to me made my knees quiver. The words he left me with as we departed, “I know where you live," had me softly biting my bottom lip in a mixture of lust and panic. What did he mean by that? Was he still going to use the pictures against me? And when would we meet again?

Suddenly, I was startled by a bright light at the top of the stairs, and my wife appeared. She was wearing her pyjamas that had 'Sleepy Gurl' written across them, which I knew meant there was no chance, not that I could muster the energy to do anything after the evening I'd had, of anything sexual happening between the two of us tonight. She started to speak to me as she descended the stairs.

"You're home much later than I thought; have you had a good evening, baby?" she asked as she neared the bottom.

"Yes, it's been a good night," I replied. "Neil is really something," I added, hoping she didn't catch the tone in my voice.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she paused and looked at me.

"You're wearing a hoody? – You weren't wearing that when you left?" she asked inquisitively.

"Neil spilt coffee on the shirt I was wearing and insisted on having it dry cleaned. I did say it was just a cheap t-shirt, so it didn't matter, but he was most persistent," I said, hoping she'd buy it.

"Fair enough," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "You'll have to pop round in the next few days and get it back," she added.

I smiled softly at her. "I'll go round and get it at some point," I said. "Head upstairs; I'll grab a drink and see you in a few minutes," I added.

As she turned to climb the stairs, I stepped forwards and kissed her deeply. I felt her sink into me a little as we embraced. 

"What was that for?" she asked.

"Because I love you." I smiled.

She returned my smile and began her ascent up the stairs. I watched as she climbed, my head swimming with so many mixed thoughts and feelings. She reached the top and turned the corner, and again I sighed.

I made my drink and did the final once-over of the house. As I began to make my own ascent of the stairs, my phone bleeped with a message from an unknown number.

"Thanks again for tonight, Stud. Hope you got home safe. Neil x" the message read.

How did he get my number? I wondered.

Before I even had a chance to think of a response to my question, another message pinged through from Neil. This time it had an attachment. It was a picture of CCTV footage of the two of us in the locker room, both with our cocks out, laid across the benches. 

My heart sank. 

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Over the next few days, I did my best to avoid Neil. I shopped at a different supermarket and tried to do my usual day-to-day tasks at different times so I didn't run the risk of bumping into him. The questions I had about everything that had happened still remained in my head, but the way I was looking at it was out of sight and out of mind. That philosophy was working well until my phone bleeped one afternoon, and I knew instantly it would be from him. 

"Who's messaging you?" my wife asked.

"It's Neil asking when I'm going to go round and get the shirt," I responded.

"Why not go now? "We aren't really doing much round the house today, so I'm sure you popping out for an hour would be okay," she said cheerily.

My eyes darted in her direction.

"If you're sure, I'll message him back and tell him I'll come get it now."

I kissed my wife on the head and started to make my way to the door when my phone bleeped again.

"He REALLY wants you to get this shirt back," she laughed.

I looked at my phone, and it was another picture message. It was a picture of my t-shirt draped over his crotch. He was clearly hard underneath... "Come and get it" was the caption.

I left the house without saying another word.

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The walk around the corner to Neil's house was a blur. The only thing on my mind was the picture of my t-shirt covering his cock. He was taking things too far. What started out as a bit of fun in my garden had escalated to the point where getting caught was a real possibility.

I approached Neil's door and knocked. It opened almost immediately to reveal Neil wearing just a pair of shorts.

"I thought that picture would get your attention!" he said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Neil, this has to stop; you're taking it too far," I said to him with a degree of pleading in my voice.

"Don't be silly, it's just a bit of fun!" he said, winking. "Now come inside and get your shirt," he added.

"Neil, I'm being serious," I said as I walked past him. "Jane absolutely cannot find out about what we've done; she'll never forgive me!" I said.

"Well then, you best be a good boy and do as I say, and she won't find out anything," he said with a commanding tone.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked cautiously.

"All I'll say is, I have the control here. And whilst I'm having my fun, you'll do as I say. "Do you understand, boy?" he stated.

"But I need to know what that means..." I started to say.

"I said, do you understand that I have the control?!" he said again with that firmness in his voice.

I looked at him wide-eyed... "Yes," I said.

"Yes, what?" he answered back, grinning wickedly.

"Yes... Sir," I responded.

He laughed loudly. "What a good boy you are!" he said with genuine giddiness in his voice... "Now, let's get you that shirt; it's just in my kitchen," he said with his tone back to its normal chirpy self.

I couldn't believe the switch in personality this man was capable of. To most people, he was mild-mannered, friendly and easy-going, but I was starting to see a different side to him. He was confident, firm and dominant. Neil knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. Unfortunately, I feared that it would come at my expense.

As I pondered what was to potentially come, I followed Neil down his hallway to an impeccably clean kitchen. The worktops looked like they'd barely been used, and there were various branded appliances sitting on top of them. This kitchen was very Neil. Everything was in its place, and everything seemed to have a home. I have to say I was hit with a twinge of jealousy at how organised his kitchen was, especially considering my own kitchen worktops were filled with baby sterilisers and food purée-ers.

Neil then snapped me out of my daydream. "John, did you hear me? I asked if you wanted a drink," he stated.

"Oh yes, a bottle of water would be great," I said.

Neil handed me the bottle of water, and I took a large swig of it and then put it down on the counter. My eyes roamed his kitchen again.

"Neil, this place is fantastic. Is the rest of the house this well put together?" I asked.

"I like to think so," he said proudly. "Maybe one day soon I'll show you upstairs!" he said, winking at me and chuckling slightly.

I laughed nervously with him and went to reach for my water. The wet bottle slipped from my hands and dropped to the floor, spilling everywhere. A gasp left my mouth as it slipped.

"Oh Neil, I'm so sorry. Have you got anything to wipe it up?" I asked, looking at the mess.

"No harm done; it was only an accident," Neil said cheerily. Neil threw me a kitchen towel and told me to mop it up using that. I got down on my hands and knees and started to mop up the water. As I was mopping, I heard some movement besides me and looked up in astonishment to see Neil standing next to me completely naked. Neil's cock was inches away from my face.

I recoiled slightly, so I was on my knees and my feet were tucked underneath me. I looked up at Neil. "Neil, what the hell are you doing?!" I asked firmly.

"Well, you seemed SO interested in my cock the other night; I thought I'd give you a close-up," he said, smiling. "Impressive, isn't it?" he added, swaying his hips slightly.

My eyes followed the sway of Neil's hips. His cock was very impressive, and to see it up close like this only added to that; however, I couldn't let him know how impressive I thought it was, so I tried to play it down.

"Yeah, it's great," I said passively. "Now get it out of my face," I said, trying to be firm. 

"I think you should hold it," he said, smiling.

"Are you insane? – that is way too far!" I responded.

"I wasn't asking," he said firmly.

I looked up at him. His demeanour had changed. He'd reverted back to his dominant, controlling side again, and whilst on my knees like this, I was at his mercy. He looked down at me with hunger in his eyes; he knew he had me right where he wanted me.

"Like I said, John, if you don't want Jane to find out what's going on, you'll do EXACTLY as I say!" he commanded.

He was right. I couldn't risk Jane finding out. I closed my eyes for a brief second and swallowed my reservations and tentatively reached out for his cock. I gasped as I felt it fill my hand. I've obviously held my own cock before, but something about holding another man’s felt different. Neil's cock was heavy and oddly warm; the skin was soft, and the vein that ran the length of his shaft pulsed when I brushed it with my thumb. I could feel it hardening in my hand, which made me shudder slightly. These new feelings and sensations were making my head spin. My fingers curled around his shaft as it lay in the palm of my hand, and I gave it a slow stroke.

For the first time, Neil broke his character and cooed softly at the sensation of being stroked. "Ooo, there's a good boy; you know what to do, don't you?!" he said, looking down at me.

I remained silent. There were no words. A week or so ago, I was a straight married man just looking to add a bit of fun to my life, and now here I am stroking my neighbour in his kitchen. How had this happened, and why couldn't I stop it?  My hand continued to stroke him as I felt his cock get even harder. Neil cooed again, which was somehow spurring me on. I could let go at any point, I thought to myself, but my hand wouldn't release him. A shiny bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his shaft, which made me let go of his cock. My eyes, however, remained locked on to it. Neil caught me looking.

"Why did you let go, boy? – You know you want to taste it!" he said firmly.

"Neil, please, it's not too late to stop this!" I said pleadingly.

"Oh no, you've got me all worked up, and now I need my release!" he said, still looking down at me. As he spoke, he took a step towards me. Neil then thrust his hips slightly, smearing his pre-cum across my lips.

"Neil, I ca..." I started to say.

As my mouth opened to form the words, Neil pushed himself inside. My eyes widened and my body froze with the sudden invasion. I looked up at Neil, unable to speak, and he was looking down at me with a wicked look on his face. His cock felt bigger in my mouth than it did in my hands, and I could feel every inch of it. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on my tongue as he pushed himself deeper in my mouth.

"Oooo, your mouth feels good!" Neil exclaimed.

I almost felt paralysed. I didn't dare move in case his cock went deeper inside my mouth and into my throat, and no matter how much I wanted to get out of the situation, I couldn't bring myself to bite down on another man's manlihood. All I could feel was Neil's hard cock against my tongue.

"Come on, John, you look good with a cock in your mouth!" Neil teased.

I remained silent.

"You ARE going to make me cum, John; otherwise Jane will find out everything," he said firmly.

I winced at the mention of her name. What choice did I have? I tried to remember what I'd seen in the porn films I'd watched and slowly started to move my head back and forth. Neil smiled widely.

"Good boy, John," he said.

I slowly started to build my rhythm, using my tongue how I thought I should. My thought process was, the quicker I made Neil cum, the quicker it would be over. My mouth was starting to drool, and it was running out the corners of my mouth down my chin. Wet mouth sounds echoed around his kitchen, and his hand made its way to the back of my head, encouraging me to take more of him.

"Are you sure you've never done this before? You're not a bad little cock sucker," Neil claimed.

Neil's words of encouragement and praise mixed with his dominant tone were affecting me in ways I've never experienced. My own cock was starting to strain against my shorts. I was getting hard at being used like this. How was being used like this having such an impact on me? As these new thoughts rushed through my head, I felt Neil lean over and reach for something from the worktop. At the time, I had no idea what it was until I heard a familiar voice. It was Jane.

"Hello? Hello? Who is this?" Jane asked from down the phone.

I looked up, alarmed at Neil, who was grinning down at me with one arm extended, holding out his mobile phone with Jane on speaker. My eyes started to run in a mixture of fear and choking on Neil's cock. The sounds of Neil fucking my mouth echoed still. I was certain Jane would know what she was listening to.

"Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?" came her voice again.

Neil hung up the phone.

"See John. I have all the cards here," he said dominantly. "Now are you ready to take me cum?!" he added firmly.

My eyes widened again and I whimpered around his cock. I tried to push myself off him, but with the combination of my legs having gone numb and Neil's hands on the back of my head, I was immobilised. He increased his pace, and the noises in the room got louder. I knew he was getting closer as the seconds ticked away. Neil then went rigid and roared deep from his chest.

"Ahhh fuckkkk, I'm cumminggg!!" he bellowed.

Neil's cock went off like a cannon in my mouth, and the sensation of his cum hitting the back of my throat made me choke slightly. With his hands holding me in place, I couldn't escape, so my only option was to swallow what I could of what felt like a gallon of his seed. It was tangy with a tinge of sweetness; however, the volume made it hard to swallow it all. I could feel it starting to leak out of the corner of my mouth as Neil unloaded all he had. I lost count after four strong spurts of cum. Thankfully, after a few moments, I could feel Neil's cock softening as his orgasm began to subside. Neil was breathing heavily as his orgasm faded and he released the hold he had on the back of my head slightly so he could free his cock. As his cock popped out of my mouth, he again smeared it on my lips and lower face. He then propped himself up on the kitchen worktop whilst trying to catch his breath.

"That was amazing. Best orgasm I've had in ages!" Neil said breathlessly whilst looking at me.

I stayed motionless for a few moments, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. I was kneeling in his kitchen, with his cum smeared across my face. My own cock was hard as steel, straining to break free from my shorts. I wiped Neil's cum off my lips and face using the towel he’d given me. I got to my feet and looked at Neil. Neil smiled at the obvious tent in my shorts. I started to speak, but no words would form, so I made a move to leave. As I got to the kitchen door, Neil called after me.

"John! Don't forget this!"

As I turned, he threw the shirt at me. I caught it and again said nothing. I walked out of the kitchen, down the hallway and out of Neil's house with my head spinning and balls aching.